<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:18:21.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under My Skin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>239</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-4469759004750600157</id><published>2009-11-10T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:29:32.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you to know that you are going to be okay.</title><content type='html'>I swear something is wrong with me. It's the 3rd week of school and I've yet to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started on nothing, am doing nothing (except chatting on msn, window shopping, and hanging out at Lychee's place), and am accomplishing NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been quite meaningless since school started. This is the 1st time I've taken so long to adjust to school after the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only remember celebrating birthdays, shopping and baking at Lychee's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't FOCUS. Projects are already underway, but my mind is always somewhere else during meetings and I don't like going home straight after school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't be happening. Not now, not this semester. Esp when you have a lecturer that can't teach and just tries to fill up the time every session.  And when that every session lasts for &lt;strong&gt;4 hours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to know that you are going to be okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone could say that to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-4469759004750600157?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4469759004750600157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4469759004750600157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-you-to-know-that-you-are-going.html' title='I want you to know that you are going to be okay.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5757067437594749951</id><published>2009-10-26T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:28:44.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody do the Ninja Glare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xeje_pp_NyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xeje_pp_NyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5757067437594749951?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5757067437594749951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5757067437594749951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/everybody-do-ninja-glare.html' title='Everybody do the Ninja Glare!'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-384164379596398444</id><published>2009-10-21T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:34:19.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>Everyone has their special someone.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't,&lt;br /&gt;it means time isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;But don't you worry,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you first,&lt;br /&gt;so when he comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be ready to leave,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be watching you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/St7xkPD-lKI/AAAAAAAAArA/_2UY7UZSrCo/s1600-h/friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395015008457233570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/St7xkPD-lKI/AAAAAAAAArA/_2UY7UZSrCo/s320/friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-384164379596398444?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/384164379596398444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/384164379596398444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/St7xkPD-lKI/AAAAAAAAArA/_2UY7UZSrCo/s72-c/friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6899915307004360020</id><published>2009-09-08T09:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:37:36.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in yesterdays.</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, as I was rummaging through a pile of old bags my mom asked me to look at, I found some bags that were worth remembering, but no point in keeping since they were already rotting with yellow patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing my STM(Short-term memory), I took photos of them. And I ended up being obsessed about the camera angles, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the products of my random photography session with my old bags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My ah ma bought this for me when I was in pri. sch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW7i4gFLWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8L4o19IoTK8/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378911537920814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW7i4gFLWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8L4o19IoTK8/s320/Imported+Photos+01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still remember she bought it for me from a makeshift stall at the Bedok 57 market:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW7hho9HtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ONSk-VIxphU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378911514604150482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW7hho9HtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ONSk-VIxphU/s320/Imported+Photos+01104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also bought this for me- most likely frm the same market too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-notice the yellow patch in front-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW7hBa9qoI/AAAAAAAAAqg/PSuvLHBseNg/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378911505955531394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW7hBa9qoI/AAAAAAAAAqg/PSuvLHBseNg/s320/Imported+Photos+01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved the zipper studs on this bag- till today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW6V7rjcII/AAAAAAAAAqY/v6D359iSamg/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378910215924314242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW6V7rjcII/AAAAAAAAAqY/v6D359iSamg/s320/Imported+Photos+01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I rmbed bringing this bag to the market so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW6Ul5f-8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/SICicJRBWsI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378910192897358786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW6Ul5f-8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/SICicJRBWsI/s320/Imported+Photos+01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you'll see why I like Hello Kitty, cause' there's a third bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW6UI1f7kI/AAAAAAAAAqA/L0X6umfvhGE/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378910185095949890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW6UI1f7kI/AAAAAAAAAqA/L0X6umfvhGE/s320/Imported+Photos+01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was from my mom, and though it says Hello Kitty, it isnt the real deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-and it's as if my cam knows abt copyright rules, cause' coincidentally, the words are blurred-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW6TkrYJSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/l2y9VjrcMt8/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378910175389820194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW6TkrYJSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/l2y9VjrcMt8/s320/Imported+Photos+01113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I loved the logo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW53EU5w9I/AAAAAAAAApw/lqQGXniIr6g/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909685669282770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW53EU5w9I/AAAAAAAAApw/lqQGXniIr6g/s320/Imported+Photos+01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and more imptly, the material. I tell you, it's out of this world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like a combi of marshmallow &amp;amp; sponge- so cute &amp;amp; huggable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW510GOncI/AAAAAAAAApg/zla5IIODbdU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909664132898242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW510GOncI/AAAAAAAAApg/zla5IIODbdU/s320/Imported+Photos+01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn there's this polka dot bag which my parents bought for my bday when I was in Pri. sch too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-P.S I like the reflection in this pic! makes it look SO classy:D-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW51S4-BWI/AAAAAAAAApY/L3Bzsu18scI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909655218914658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW51S4-BWI/AAAAAAAAApY/L3Bzsu18scI/s320/Imported+Photos+01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never really used it, which was a shame:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW50jmJXFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_7Glq5iwr7w/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909642523499602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW50jmJXFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_7Glq5iwr7w/s320/Imported+Photos+01130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is totally unrelated, but I liked this bag which belonged to my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-guess the brand?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5RFKc-SI/AAAAAAAAApI/JUK8i9YSerY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909033058859298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5RFKc-SI/AAAAAAAAApI/JUK8i9YSerY/s320/Imported+Photos+01118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the amt of stainless steel on this bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5QnMhH7I/AAAAAAAAApA/6-QSJki5kIw/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909025014456242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5QnMhH7I/AAAAAAAAApA/6-QSJki5kIw/s320/Imported+Photos+01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you still can't tell the brand, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5P6uSHQI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rtULs43PL-A/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909013076483330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5P6uSHQI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rtULs43PL-A/s320/Imported+Photos+01120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the company is so thoughtful for ppl with eyesight problems that they imprinted its name on the inside too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5PVuWs6I/AAAAAAAAAow/Bh1PiQ8hxoU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909003144672162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5PVuWs6I/AAAAAAAAAow/Bh1PiQ8hxoU/s320/Imported+Photos+01122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, it's another fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5OkJuD6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/KNp0NKvWXW8/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378908989837676450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW5OkJuD6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/KNp0NKvWXW8/s320/Imported+Photos+01121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No bag will last long in the hands of my mom, for she is heavy duty material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the long and random post, will post smth else soon:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/10693547-6899915307004360020?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6899915307004360020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6899915307004360020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuck-in-yesterdays.html' title='Stuck in yesterdays.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SqW7i4gFLWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8L4o19IoTK8/s72-c/Imported+Photos+01101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8568761737491946872</id><published>2009-08-14T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:33:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was almost raped &amp; killed</title><content type='html'>...in my nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shouting "Help, help! Someone please help me!" in both Mandarin &amp;amp; English as I ran along the short corridoor. I kept looking towards the lift, afraid the rapist would burst out &amp;amp; finish me off. I knocked on every door, one by one, but there was no response. The corridoor was silent except for my shouts of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly an old lady opened her door, &amp;amp; offered to take me in. Suddenly I was surrounded by my mom &amp;amp; my grandma, both who were thanking the lady profusely &amp;amp; hurrying me to get in. I took one last look at the dark end of the corridoor where the lift was, thinking that the rapist will emerge at this moment, but he didnt. Instead, a whole gang approached us, all of them carrying parangs and long knives. It was like they were chasing us. My mom &amp;amp; grandma quickly ran into the house, and I followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, I don't know why but after locking the door, my mom &amp;amp; grandma stood in the hall, while the old lady &amp;amp; I rushed into what I assumed was her room, &amp;amp; she locked the door. I realised the old lady's house looked familiar, and it was small. Then I saw this skinny old man lying on the floor, being very still. He looked pale, and I just sat there staring at him. He's probably her husband, and he's probably dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hall, things were getting dangerous. The gang managed to get in somehow, and my mom &amp;amp; grandma were taken hostage. My grandma was pleading with them, to let me go. Then my mind drifted back to the room scene, and the old man was gone. This time I was near the door, listening to what they were saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I sneaked out of the room, and somehow managed to creep into the kitchen, going past the gang. I hid in the toilet, and dialed 999. An officer picked up &amp;amp; I whispered "Help, there's a gang with parangs in the house &amp;amp; they've taken my mom &amp;amp; grandma hostage! We're at Avel Rd, Avel Rd!" Then one of the gang members came into the kitchen, &amp;amp; looked around for something. He was just inches away from me- I can see him, but he didn't notice. I was holding my breath behind some baskets, with at least half of my body exposed. Luck ran out as when he was about to go, he spotted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me to the hall, &amp;amp; made me stand before a tall, bulky guy, in front of the gang &amp;amp; the "hostages". The next thing I knew, the big guy drew out a parang &amp;amp; raised it above his head. As he swung the weapon downwards, the scene blacked out &amp;amp; I realised I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 5-10 mins I was lying on my bed trying to recall what I had just dreamt, and trying to make sense of it. They say dreams &amp;amp; nightmares are there to tell you something. And I was also too shaken to go back to sleep. I think the scary thing about this nightmare was, there were too many familiar things, and so it felt real. The feeling was death was overwhelming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8568761737491946872?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8568761737491946872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8568761737491946872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-almost-raped-killed.html' title='I was almost raped &amp; killed'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-919883319960923673</id><published>2009-08-05T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:24:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The previous ranting post has been deleted as the author's seating arrangement has been settled, with satisfactory results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Also because the people there have overshadowed her with such kindness she felt her conscience will bug her if she doesn't do this. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-919883319960923673?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/919883319960923673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/919883319960923673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-reason-to-prove-god-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6577296468116172544</id><published>2009-07-29T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:46:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Grandpa.</title><content type='html'>I believe you’re in a better place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've suffered so much &amp;amp; finally, you got your release. It wasn't exactly what you wanted, but at least, you weren't alone when you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather passed away in the hospital on Tues morning, after being revived 2 or 3 times. It was like he wanted so much to live, but his time was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to die at home, with his family beside him. It was such a simple thing to wish for, but yet, so hard for all of us to compromise. For me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited him on Sunday noon, &amp;amp; he was in very bad shape. He looked as if he was blind, with a layer of fluid covering his eyes, &amp;amp; he was oblivious to his surroundings. His eyes were wandering here &amp;amp; there, &amp;amp; I wondered if he even knew I was there. I also realised he had a small bag attached to an open hole on his stomach. It turned out that open hole was a result of his intestines being cut off. The bag was there to contain his waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it bluntly, he was like a living zombie. Scars all over his stomach &amp;amp; legs due to multiple operations, his legs rotting away with dried flaky skin, &amp;amp; him just lying lifelessly on a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time I was both thankful &amp;amp; full of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that I got a chance to see him before anything worse happened, followed soon by regret going there, cause' I was scared I was going to see him die before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom, &lt;em&gt;you have to make him get to the hospital. You can't just leave him like this&lt;/em&gt;. I wanted to say, &lt;em&gt;if you dont, he's going to die&lt;/em&gt;. But they didnt want to force him to go to the hospital since he was persistent &amp;amp; wanted to respect his wishes. So I made a coward decision to hide in the toilet, &amp;amp; sms my dad. As I was doing so, I cried a little. I felt like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad did call, but didnt manage to persuade them at all. I guess, he wanted to respect &lt;em&gt;gong gong's&lt;/em&gt; wishes as well. I felt all hope had gone down the drain when mom hung up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why didnt Dad try harder to convince them?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant they see that gong gong is dying every sec he's at home?&lt;br /&gt;If there is a god, why the fuck isnt he doing something?&lt;br /&gt;I hate this fucking world. Fuck everyone.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t deserve this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few mins, I stayed in the toilet trying to calm myself down &amp;amp; dry my tears. I dont like people to see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the hours that followed was nothing but wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for time to pass, wait for my uncle to come &amp;amp; try to convince them to seek treatment at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought too highly of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the NATO he is, he just talked about minor things like my dad’s pants being too big for him, (my mom wanted to pass him my dad’s old pants) &amp;amp; he stayed for 10 mins. 10 bloody minutes. Then he was off to meet someone. It’s like he only came to use the toilet, not to see how &lt;em&gt;gong gong&lt;/em&gt; was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he lives only a few blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t know what the world is turning into now. I pray that &lt;em&gt;gong gong&lt;/em&gt; you will give me courage to face it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6577296468116172544?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6577296468116172544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6577296468116172544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-grandpa.html' title='Goodbye, Grandpa.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3594273423167102060</id><published>2009-07-19T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:26:52.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notorious Bus Stopper</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was this girl, whose identity is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;She would always take the same green-plated bus from the terminal,&lt;br /&gt;at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With long black hair draped over her shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;she would quietly crane her neck to look out for her bus.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the bus will arrive earlier than expected,&lt;br /&gt;and she would fumble for her wallet.&lt;br /&gt;On other times the bus will take at least 15 mins to arrive,&lt;br /&gt;and by then, the queue would have stretched for miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure-&lt;br /&gt;When the bus comes, and the frustrated passengers rush to board the vehicle,&lt;br /&gt;she would always stop at the front of the line, allowing others to grunt &amp;amp; curse as they pushed past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even once when the bus driver honked at her when she stopped at her usual position,&lt;br /&gt;unabated by the long stream of people behind her.&lt;br /&gt;She looked to her left, and to her surprise,&lt;br /&gt;found a few others following her lead.&lt;br /&gt;As she motioned for them to board the bus,&lt;br /&gt;the driver honked once again- this time with more ferocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that the name was termed.&lt;br /&gt;She had become the Notorious Bus Stopper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3594273423167102060?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3594273423167102060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3594273423167102060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/notorious-bus-stopper.html' title='The Notorious Bus Stopper'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-4619096270454245920</id><published>2009-07-07T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:24:14.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tributes- another way of relieving guilt.</title><content type='html'>I’m not going to deny it, this might just be another MJ tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you roll your eyes &amp;amp; tell me about how im wasting my time, you’ve been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided to keep it short &amp;amp; simple. Ok maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding back to the younger days, it’s funny how I got to know about MJ in the 1st place. There’s this small black CD case which keeps the best lot of the oldies, hidden in my parent’s room. There are cds of the SPICE girls, Michael Learns to Rock, etc. And the one my bro &amp;amp; I listen to most would be MJ’s HIStory cd. Everytime we get bored of those Hollywood dvds, we would just randomly think of MJ &amp;amp; pick up that black case. We wouldn’t even bother looking at the rest; it would only be MJ.&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, about early pri sch days, I used to think MJ was a SHE. Especially when he smiles, I was 100% positive he was a woman. Plus, in those days, most guys dont have long curly hair. Before I got to know his name, I just call him “the Moonwalk guy”. It was that simple. Back then we didn’t think of complicated things like nose jobs, painkillers, wig, and the special equipment he had to make the anti-gravity move possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, he was this guy with cool moves, or “special powers” even. He sort of made the impossible, possible, and we liked him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like some of the things he own.&lt;br /&gt;(These items were for auction some time ago, but cancelled due to unknown reasons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNlYlpn3kI/AAAAAAAAAno/EEwPwJFNu1w/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355735854971608642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNlYlpn3kI/AAAAAAAAAno/EEwPwJFNu1w/s320/a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNlYabaH1I/AAAAAAAAAng/MGYRgY4ALBA/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355735851959197522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNlYabaH1I/AAAAAAAAAng/MGYRgY4ALBA/s320/b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNlYMxXJ_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/1Gdib-MkxSc/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355735848293181426" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNkN-3SK1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/TtfrRp6_inE/s320/o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNkNdHnifI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cGlZ-KQ20oo/s1600-h/p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355734564191308274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNkNdHnifI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cGlZ-KQ20oo/s320/p.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNkNI9DIiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rJwIgywQszc/s1600-h/q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355734558778270242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNkNI9DIiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rJwIgywQszc/s320/q.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNkMxD1bUI/AAAAAAAAAlE/3wWhaKCf2fU/s1600-h/r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355734552364281154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNkMxD1bUI/AAAAAAAAAlE/3wWhaKCf2fU/s320/r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, my favourite piece of MJ would be the 2nd item. It’s probably the closest you can get to a real Michael Jackson now. Plus, it’s freaky. I would be more than happy to use it to scare the annoying kids during Halloween. Anyway these are just a fraction of his property. Julien’s Auction has the catalogue of his entire collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found this rehearsal footage online. Highly-debatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/video/2009/jul/03/michael-jackson-final-rehearsal"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/video/2009/jul/03/michael-jackson-final-rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. when I was saving the above images in alphabetical order, the MJ portrait coincidentally was saved as "I.jpg". o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self: I can’t find the MJ cd. MOM WHERE DID YOU HIDE IT? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-4619096270454245920?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4619096270454245920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4619096270454245920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/tributes-another-way-of-relieving-guilt.html' title='Tributes- another way of relieving guilt.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SlNlYlpn3kI/AAAAAAAAAno/EEwPwJFNu1w/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8353674604385191626</id><published>2009-06-10T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:56:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For CY who has waited 8 days for my update.</title><content type='html'>Sorry to keep you waiting, old man!&lt;br /&gt;But actually, there’s really nothing interesting about my posts. I’m even surprised someone would actually wait for me to post new entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much has happened in the 33 days I’ve been MIA. Blame it on work- I’ve been too tired everyday after work to go anywhere. I've even mastered the skill of sleeping while standing on the MRT! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I did take 4 days MC about 3 weeks ago, out of the 5 that was allowed for SIP. I’m as suay as it gets. I got fever, sore throat, cough &amp;amp; flu all at the same time. I seriously thought I kena swine flu. It was the worst sore throat infection I had, &amp;amp; I NEVER want to go through it again:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, thank you CY for helping me return the book:) Thank god you were in the area so I can just pass the book to you at the void deck...if not it would have still been sitting in my room waiting for its loan period to be extended for the 3rd time. I didn’t know TP library is so generous with its loans. Remind me to donate some $$ to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But work isn’t all that bad I guess. I managed to make friends with Ian the big guy(my classmate in Sem 2.1), and Su Zheng, a fellow Scorpio with a hearty laughter. Oh! And Cris AKA Spongebob.HAHAHA. But sadly, Su Zheng &amp;amp; Cris left about a week ago, &amp;amp; now I’m so damn bored. That’s all I can tell you about my work, cause’ there might be spybots eyeing on my post right now, just waiting for a chance to send a report about my blog to my company if I mentioned anything work-related. It’s ok if you don’t believe me, I also didn’t believe it when my lecturer said that:/ But you know, just in case:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends have also become kinda important nowadays. I try my best to get out of the couch, &amp;amp; go out at least on one of the days. I’m seriously going to jog every Sat when my cough is out of the way. You don’t realise just how many skinny, slim, girls are out there. They’re all over the streets! And there’re a handful at my workplace too. I feel so stressed &amp;amp; self-conscious when I look at them. So please stop saying I’m skinny, it makes me feel worse:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you know drinking water out of a melted plastic bottle is lethal? I only found out a few days ago, after using the bottle for &lt;strong&gt;a week&lt;/strong&gt;. Ian asked why I didn’t stop using it once it started to melt. I thought plastic only becomes very very very poisonous when it emits a weird smell. Maybe that’s why I’m still coughing, after being on medication for my fever + sore throat + cough + flu for about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I’m using my Green Mcdonald’s concave glass now. And, I have a &lt;strong&gt;PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt; one at home:D They should have a red one, it goes well with my pointed teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8353674604385191626?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8353674604385191626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8353674604385191626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-cy-who-has-waited-8-days-for-my.html' title='For CY who has waited 8 days for my update.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7218039946364835632</id><published>2009-05-06T10:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:07:08.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random piece I call "Edward"</title><content type='html'>You're like a bird that soars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;you guide me through the darkness &amp;amp; into the light.&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me in your arms so tight,&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember a thing, i lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how, oh how, could you just walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me behind,&lt;br /&gt;even though I begged you to stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a bird that soars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;i can hear you but you are nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;And when it's dark you come into my head,&lt;br /&gt;you tell me please, come, help me ease my pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7218039946364835632?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7218039946364835632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7218039946364835632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-piece-i-call-edward.html' title='A random piece I call &quot;Edward&quot;'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2065260036595078514</id><published>2009-03-31T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:24:18.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being home alone is never boring:)</title><content type='html'>-First of all, Happy Birthday Xiao Jia!Im so looking forward to meeting up tml:D-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah it's exactly 14 days since i last posted. Didn't know people actually read what I'm blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just shows how bored we are during the hols:/ If i add up the days i've been out of this house, i think it should be over a week. I think. Cause' i remember complaining of getting fatter over the hols &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the bathroom scale is screwed:) Bathroom scale sounds so much nicer than weighing MACHINE. I hate machines &amp;amp; technology. Oh &amp;amp; i also hate flawless people. AKA Natalie Portman &amp;amp; Orlando Bloom:[ I'm not going to post their pics here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm goin to post this pic of this gd-looking dude from The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. Military dudes(esp Brit ones) are my type of eye candy. For now:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SdHZYKFujJI/AAAAAAAAAks/IiGm3olTB7g/s1600-h/RF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319271643949730962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SdHZYKFujJI/AAAAAAAAAks/IiGm3olTB7g/s320/RF2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         And his name is Rupert Friend:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SdHZXm6RHaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/9aBpcTJnxvg/s1600-h/RF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319271634506423714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SdHZXm6RHaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/9aBpcTJnxvg/s320/RF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          But he's currently dating Keira Knightley- pretty ppl do come together afterall:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should have seen him in the movie- he can be so nice one sec &amp;amp; damn fierce in another&lt;em&gt;."MOOOOOOVE!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok ok enough of oogling over Brit guys(Yes he's Brit!LOL)..i should be getting prepared for SIP-at the Prime Minister's office. I wanted to put Public Service Division but it sounds so gloomy:/ But really, PM's office is just a nicer term for the place. Afterall, it IS a govt job. Bleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which led to some blogshop-browsing for nice formal clothes. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319276514898940578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SdHdzryhEqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Cp7sAmsQvdQ/s320/L018-princess+cottage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   And this!(but sold out la =/)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SdHdzZha7CI/AAAAAAAAAk0/WMxRI3flgsc/s1600-h/satin+black+%26+white+dress-pinklebelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319276509995396130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SdHdzZha7CI/AAAAAAAAAk0/WMxRI3flgsc/s320/satin+black+%26+white+dress-pinklebelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway like I said, it's blogshop-BROWSING. I'm too broke to buy such nice feminine clothes:[ And the flea market didnt really help-I bought this purple tee which turned out to be too small for me. Must be more careful next time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S for those who havent watched The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, you should watch it &amp;amp; I'm not kidding when I say it's awfully sad-&lt;a href="http://stagevu.com/video/yuhmdtgwtizo"&gt;http://stagevu.com/video/yuhmdtgwtizo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2065260036595078514?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2065260036595078514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2065260036595078514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-home-alone-is-never-boring.html' title='Being home alone is never boring:)'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SdHZYKFujJI/AAAAAAAAAks/IiGm3olTB7g/s72-c/RF2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8430009420323723086</id><published>2009-03-17T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:43:06.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, some fresh(and maybe stuffy) air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been cooped at home for too long. Too long till I actually freak out when i see crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out with Lychee on Sunday for the IT fair, which was scary. Or maybe I should say it's claustrophobic, cause' i can barely breathe, and when i could, all I inhaled was a chokeful of sweat &amp;amp; body odour. yulk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it wasn't the crowd IN the fair which scared me, it was the crowd GOING TO &amp;amp; RETURNING from the fair itself. This was taken in Citylink, en-route to Suntec. Maybe you can even spot me in the photo:O [credits to Terrorisk @ bob.com.sg]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sb-FSPaz6kI/AAAAAAAAAkU/aGm9QERsndQ/s1600-h/crowd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314112633743600194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sb-FSPaz6kI/AAAAAAAAAkU/aGm9QERsndQ/s320/crowd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's even worse when people start pushing, and when I turned to my right, they were actually a bunch of teens. &lt;em&gt;"We see who gets there first, haha"&lt;/em&gt; -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end of the day, Lychee bought a pair of Audio Technica headphones &amp;amp; a book from Kino. Holy shit she spent almost a hundred in just less than 5 hrs. And i couldnt help but feel the guy at Audio was overly-staring at me when i was asking him some qns abt the product. Thk god he looked normal, or I would have freaked out for the rest of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I realised what the hype abt the IT fair was all about. You'd think it's abt the rock-bottom prices &amp;amp; uber cool gadgets that u've never seen in your life. But nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sb-I-WGP5PI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Zx-dHDIA8Ss/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314116689985529074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sb-I-WGP5PI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Zx-dHDIA8Ss/s320/Imported+Photos+00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's the free flyers u get to keep! Look at that smile on Lychee's face, haha that girl:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and of course, as usual, I didnt buy anything. But I am jealous of Lychee's new headphones....they're going into my wishlist right this instant!(Wishlist located at the click of the 1st button of this blog:D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun while it lasted, and I wished that the laughs would never stop:) Next stop, Teo Heng!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8430009420323723086?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8430009420323723086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8430009420323723086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-some-freshand-maybe-stuffy-air.html' title='Finally, some fresh(and maybe stuffy) air.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sb-FSPaz6kI/AAAAAAAAAkU/aGm9QERsndQ/s72-c/crowd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7327183716679915752</id><published>2009-03-09T14:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:51:28.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I like The History Boys</title><content type='html'>I was wondering, if anyone were to ask why I like Brit guys, or why I like talking in a Brit slang sometimes, I would say "Because I like The History Boys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a movie about these 8 Brit students vying for places in prestigious universities like Oxford &amp;amp; Cambridge. Sounds more like 8 geeks right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sorry, if it were, i wouldnt watch it, and let alone even tell you about it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at summarising, so i'm not going to give a synopsis, but I'll leave you with the stewpid things they did behind-the-scenes. I liked the one about Family of Fountains, you'll see why xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and look at what's on my desktop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SbTlvJCx5dI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YZgcyhkInCs/s1600-h/THB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311122458620847570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SbTlvJCx5dI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YZgcyhkInCs/s320/THB.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family of Fountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18dd63a07560527f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18dd63a07560527f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C032374893D571A9FB4959F605894111FE6CFEF.84E817B3716E77A8630F60057F36FD2E8E0D7AE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18dd63a07560527f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2LMjO2ZwDW75tyf183Y7KIMLork&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18dd63a07560527f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C032374893D571A9FB4959F605894111FE6CFEF.84E817B3716E77A8630F60057F36FD2E8E0D7AE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18dd63a07560527f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2LMjO2ZwDW75tyf183Y7KIMLork&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at them makes me miss the dramatec ppl:/ I have seriously considered going for outside acting classes, but they're so few drama centres that accept 18 yr olds -.-&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to just stop there, I'm talking about agents and professional theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of Madhu, i wonder how's she doing.....maybe I should have joined her.&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, you know what I should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop daydreaming and get a life. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7327183716679915752?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=118044b4fd2cac6f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=18dd63a07560527f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b6101f207fdaef49&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7327183716679915752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7327183716679915752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Because I like The History Boys'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SbTlvJCx5dI/AAAAAAAAAkE/YZgcyhkInCs/s72-c/THB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3524982506231124818</id><published>2009-03-04T19:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:11:20.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watashi-wa sitting duck desu</title><content type='html'>- that means "I am a sitting duck" in Engrish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm a lazy-good-for-nothing at home during the hols, but cause i'm still waiting for that very important call. Which i have been waiting for since after Valentine's Day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOTCHA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to disappoint, but the call has nothing to do with LOVE. I havent even finished my sentence yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which i have been waiting for since after Valentine's Day....&lt;strong&gt;or before, i can't remember&lt;/strong&gt;.":D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the call is damn important cause' it's abt my SIP(internship). Til now, i've not been told where i'm posted to, or if I've even been confirmed a place anywhere. Bloody hell, i cant even ask the lecturer-in-charge, unless I feel lke getting scolded for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, I'm a sitting duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55Pzft5JI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aMuf7t7Nm1U/s1600-h/SittingDuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309314323144631442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55Pzft5JI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aMuf7t7Nm1U/s320/SittingDuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But technically, &lt;strong&gt;ducks can't sit&lt;/strong&gt;. Their butts are too round and full. But they can squat, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55PjujPrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SAOOP36sBOs/s1600-h/duck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309314318911880882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55PjujPrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SAOOP36sBOs/s320/duck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But i'm special. I'm a sushi-loving sitting duck:D That's why i use cheem jap words in my title.xD&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking of SUSHI, lookie lookie!I found this on Geekologie's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama's on a roll! Get it?=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55Pc97xJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/XwVPiKCEEto/s1600-h/obama+roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309314317097354386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55Pc97xJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/XwVPiKCEEto/s320/obama+roll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But he's not complete without U.S.A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55PZuSZGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/D1djNkyLHEo/s1600-h/USA+roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309314316226421858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55PZuSZGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/D1djNkyLHEo/s320/USA+roll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- look at the abundance of SUSHI!I'll gladly help President Obama finish his meal, except the sashimi:/ Raw icky slimyness. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I'll never eat at Nihon Mura again- it makes my stomach sick &gt;:[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3524982506231124818?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3524982506231124818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3524982506231124818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/watashi-wa-sitting-duck-desu.html' title='Watashi-wa sitting duck desu'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Sa55Pzft5JI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aMuf7t7Nm1U/s72-c/SittingDuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7983090468860065818</id><published>2009-02-24T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:36:49.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye and may you never come back.</title><content type='html'>I was referring to my subject, what were you thinking?:O&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the days spent cooped up in my room is over! Eh wait, ALMOST over.&lt;br /&gt;There's still MEP la :[ But the subject which i hated second to Radio IS OVER. FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND- ok u get my point:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp since i really hate the lecturer and the empty lectures. He's a funny guy but he really isnt cut out for teaching. No offence, i like the vids and tutorials, but i dont learn anything frm the lectures and tutorials. They make me hate myself for wasting my own time. I had to do extra research on Google on my own to make me understand better- I didnt realise the power of Google til now. Google can be your best friend indeed!Minus the fact that it's actually part of technology, which i CANNOT deal with. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next, you say? Hmm let me think. Oh, it's just &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;M.E.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Just another subject, waiting to kill me. No big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la i'm becoming more sarcastic as a result of the stress...I was studying with a headache just now, but managed to get some info in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw someone i shouldnt see today....destroyed all the excitement i had when CCC is finally over. And worse still, it's not the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, im looking forward to Thurs!Anyone wants to go singing?i dont mind booking=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7983090468860065818?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7983090468860065818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7983090468860065818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-and-may-you-never-come-back.html' title='Goodbye and may you never come back.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8561873333691655627</id><published>2009-02-19T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:48:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin in the middle of study week:/</title><content type='html'>YAY NEW BLOGSKIN!Dont you feel hungry already?x)&lt;br /&gt;Er right, i shld be studying. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you JQ for helping me with the XML codes:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8561873333691655627?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8561873333691655627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8561873333691655627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blogskin-in-middle-of-study-week.html' title='New blogskin in the middle of study week:/'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2828273130751970640</id><published>2009-02-18T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:47:46.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got distracted, again.</title><content type='html'>This time, i doodled on my lecture notes. I havent done that since secondary school days!&lt;br /&gt;And it seems I'm losing my artistic touch. (say it with a Brit accent)&lt;br /&gt;I introduce you to....&lt;br /&gt;Dewy!&lt;br /&gt;I call him Dewy cause' he has a head that resembles a drop of dew. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I realised you can have a lot of fun with Dewy, after you add some touches here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         E.g. Wingman Dewy, BEFORE.(the ray of light is god's touch haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvguSO6CpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AB_-caFLsAQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304080071931857554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvguSO6CpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AB_-caFLsAQ/s320/Imported+Photos+00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         AFTER. Added a halo and a sigh, and now he looks emo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    He must be sighing at the loads of stuff I've to study for CCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvguLzXhVI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qTiyRUdSDss/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00908(ed2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304080070205736274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvguLzXhVI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qTiyRUdSDss/s320/Imported+Photos+00908(ed2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Then there's also Dewy no. 2, he looks like he wants to fight someone.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvguGX0aJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gXxzFqK-rQE/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00902(ed).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304080068748011666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvguGX0aJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gXxzFqK-rQE/s320/Imported+Photos+00902(ed).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                AFTER. Added a hat and cane, now he's Dewy Chaplin!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                        (get it? Chaplin? Charlie Chaplin?er never mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvgt_oOpwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ofd1yYv2beU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00908(ed).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304080066937792258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvgt_oOpwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ofd1yYv2beU/s320/Imported+Photos+00908(ed).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Ok Dewy no. 3- looks like he's sitting down eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvgtpcG9cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3_Mk6nVMBSY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304080060981376450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvgtpcG9cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3_Mk6nVMBSY/s320/Imported+Photos+00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       AFTER. Nope, Dewy's actually a Juliet in disguise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        LOL looks more lke a mermaid xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvhfDz6dSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/auti6YCtZOU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00909(ed2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304080909874132258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvhfDz6dSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/auti6YCtZOU/s320/Imported+Photos+00909(ed2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                       Last but not least, Dewy no. 4, emo-ing by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvhfCIgcfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/wTD2AQ77hxc/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304080909423636978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvhfCIgcfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/wTD2AQ77hxc/s320/Imported+Photos+00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   AFTER. But with a surfboard, he looks lke a surfer dude. Ignore the ulgy waves =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvz7noYtmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6VEKRR2p9Rg/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00907(ed).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304101191735096930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvz7noYtmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6VEKRR2p9Rg/s320/Imported+Photos+00907(ed).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      AFTER. Dewy's also a pro at skateboarding. Such a multi-talented stick boy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvhe0MgSSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/C_iPPzGpwAQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00909(ed).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304080905682307362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvhe0MgSSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/C_iPPzGpwAQ/s320/Imported+Photos+00909(ed).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol ok i had my share of laughter posting this. DEWY IS MY NEW MOTIVATION NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-back to studying :( -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2828273130751970640?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2828273130751970640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2828273130751970640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-distracted-again.html' title='I got distracted, again.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SZvguSO6CpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AB_-caFLsAQ/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6726960756371028322</id><published>2009-02-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:11:50.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st hp-typed post!</title><content type='html'>Hay there again. Im typing this post frm my hp for the 1st time...not sure if it'll work...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just watched Valkyrie, it's a really tense movie. I know, I've been watching so many movies lately..just ytd was Slumdog Millionaire(which is another movie worth watching). But today's movie is sponsored so why not?:X&lt;br /&gt;Somehow watching too many WW2 movies make me feel pitiful of myself, lke life is meaningless cause' i dont hav any beliefs to live for. Watching Valkyrie makes me lose my faith in humanity too. Nah im not emo, just self-reflecting, again. &lt;br /&gt;I don't feel lke studying for the exams at all anymore:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6726960756371028322?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6726960756371028322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6726960756371028322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-1st-hp-typed-post.html' title='My 1st hp-typed post!'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7190889593376898792</id><published>2009-02-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:24:59.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day wasted doing nothing.</title><content type='html'>Elos. I know I shouldnt be blogging now cause' im supposed to be doing Sub-ed or studying, but i just watched these vids on Youtube by this guy called Dave &amp;amp; i think it's hilarious. Seriously, europeans have a weird but damn funny sense of humour. (Maybe it only applies to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell i woke up at 9am today thinking my Multicam grp is digitising our vid AFTER the radio lec...turned out they did it BEFORE the lec &amp;amp; they went to play badminton after that. Should have smsed them before i even left the hse, cause it took me so much effort to get out of bed, and all i had today was that one lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's RADIO LEC FOR GOD'S SAKE. The one lecture i seldom attend. But at least the DJs Shan &amp;amp; Roz made me feel a bit less pissed. Only a bit. Shan has this Brit accent &amp;amp; he's pretty cute. (I wanted to use an exclaimation mark instead but i dont want to sound lke some fangirl) When Roz said there are 10 kinds of swear words, he replied "There are 10?! I didnt know!"LOL. Er then again, i also didnt know :X And Roz has a damn nice figure- maybe abit too thin too, i can see her shoulder bone.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; she's a radio klutz, just lke me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the vids, as promised:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76C0Jso4eN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76C0Jso4eN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I NEED LESS DISTRACTIONS AND MORE MOTIVATIONS.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7190889593376898792?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7190889593376898792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7190889593376898792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day-wasted-doing-nothing.html' title='Another day wasted doing nothing.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8683428584538177850</id><published>2009-02-08T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:13:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random bullets</title><content type='html'>Elos. Note: Emo mode has been switched off, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to blog in bullets today. Bullets as in point form LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) MEP WEBSITE IS OVER FOR GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;2) It was the 1st time i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;RAN to submit a poly project.&lt;br /&gt;3) Unfortunately, it was for MEP. But, thank god the video worked in the end. Can you imagine the hysteria when the vid worked?We screamed.TWICE. Shouts of joy of course =D&lt;br /&gt;4) Getting movie tickets on a Friday = hell. We didnt watch Benjamin Button thanks to the filthy rich and crazy crowds &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;5) I wasted $7+ on Long John Silver's Deep Sea Grilled Fish. They added so much pepper as if it's free -.-&lt;br /&gt;6) The MRT station at Dhoby Ghaut is HUGE. Yanny &amp;amp; I were lost &amp;amp; almost went the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;7) I just watched Defiance ytd night. Movie ended at 11pm O.O&lt;br /&gt;8) I thought it wasnt a true story. =X&lt;br /&gt;9) I was damn hungry aft the movie but so many shops were closed...even Macdonalds seemed lke a good idea then.&lt;br /&gt;10) I saw the same hairdresser that cut my ulgy fringe at the coffeeshop where i ate dinner. I used to think he was cute, until i saw him lit a cigarette. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;11) I went to the NIKE sale today.&lt;br /&gt;12) Stupid zigzag lines that we had to go thru in order to queue BEFORE we can actually start shopping.&lt;br /&gt;13) Bloody rude guy at the Men's Shoes section who sounded like we owe him money. Serves him right for being scolded by Dad. Thank god it didnt end up in a fight though =/&lt;br /&gt;14) Saw Yen working as one of the helpers at the Women's Shoes section. lol.&lt;br /&gt;15) Heard frm him the helpers get to bring a pair of shoes home. WALAU NOW I FEEL LIKE WORKING AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;16) In the end, only Mom managed to buy smth home. Her shoes cost $50. So much more ex thn my old sports shoes but she deserves a good pair i guess.&lt;br /&gt;17) But i managed to get my NIKE bottle at somewhere else!:D&lt;br /&gt;18) I WANT TO WATCH "THE BOY IN THE STRIPED PYJAMAS"!But i'm only free on Fridays wth.&lt;br /&gt;-I really hope all goes well for tml's radio, fingers crossed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8683428584538177850?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8683428584538177850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8683428584538177850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-bullets.html' title='Random bullets'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3224103870205604241</id><published>2009-02-03T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:41:52.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limerence</title><content type='html'>Work like you don't need that money.&lt;br /&gt;Sing like nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Dance like nobody's watching.&lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;Live today like it's the last day of your life.&lt;br /&gt;- Alfred D. Suja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favourite quote when i was hooked onto My Name is Kim Sam Soon a few years back. It still is. But I can never fulfill it. How easy it sounds, but hard to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially that 4th sentence. Memories of love are the hardest to erase, isn't it? But in my case, i realised it's the memories of friendships that were broken due to infatuations. But I have only myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided, my lips are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm hoping I don't see you anytime soon, to save me the awkwardness and lies. I'll just keep it this way, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I've a bad feeling about this. It's the same feeling i had more than a yr ago. I swear it's karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more grp outings. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYhlCTudBOI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3FWrhraMNpU/s1600-h/crush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298596051930645730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYhlCTudBOI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3FWrhraMNpU/s320/crush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But this pic took my mind off it for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3224103870205604241?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3224103870205604241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3224103870205604241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/karma.html' title='Limerence'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYhlCTudBOI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3FWrhraMNpU/s72-c/crush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-137651558851069597</id><published>2009-01-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:32:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year has passed.</title><content type='html'>Gong Xi Fa Cai, Chi Le Zhai Lai.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling stuffed and constipated as a result from all the excessive eating...&lt;br /&gt;So in short, I THINK I PUT ON AN EXTRA 1 KG JUST AFTER 2 DAYS OF CNY.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really weigh myself cause' the bathroom scale is spoilt and even if it was working, I wouldn't want to weigh myself either. Ignorance is bliss:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised I don't feel it is already the year 2009 unless CNY is over. Maybe cause' during CNY i get to see my cousins and realise how tall they've grown except for me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see my point, look at the photos below!(I'm just trying to get a reason for me to post photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chu Yi with my paternal cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsDgRyPrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bZ7CBvuSDIA/s1600-h/DSCF3560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsDgRyPrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bZ7CBvuSDIA/s320/DSCF3560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296351969247641266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stewpid Monopoly game which made me wait for 1 hr plus for my turn -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsEYiVEzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KU8y9vN8tdM/s1600-h/DSCF3563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsEYiVEzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KU8y9vN8tdM/s320/DSCF3563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296351984349418290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 kids so engrossed in game while Ryan emo-ed in the corner playing PSP. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBuseZ_DAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NFIdL8-5KDw/s1600-h/CIMG0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBuseZ_DAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NFIdL8-5KDw/s320/CIMG0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296354872143055874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my MONEY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsEuDDSiI/AAAAAAAAAds/cQAWfusPMY0/s1600-h/DSCF3565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsEuDDSiI/AAAAAAAAAds/cQAWfusPMY0/s320/DSCF3565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296351990123809314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel (aka tanned babe) with her green tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx19vVHPI/AAAAAAAAAes/EPytlSnL_sI/s1600-h/CIMG0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx19vVHPI/AAAAAAAAAes/EPytlSnL_sI/s320/CIMG0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358333707787506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case u were wondering, my bro is the one on the left, Mel's bro on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx1TbJ0xI/AAAAAAAAAek/2pdB4ELoAB8/s1600-h/CIMG0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx1TbJ0xI/AAAAAAAAAek/2pdB4ELoAB8/s320/CIMG0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358322348872466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel &amp;amp; I. Again, the height difference!&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBurpN_wrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BsH2JGEOh-c/s1600-h/DSCF3572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBurpN_wrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BsH2JGEOh-c/s320/DSCF3572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296354857865691826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;QiuLin (aka Sexy) &amp;amp; I. Damnit she wasnt wearing her tube dress. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx1x7IhgI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fYguqcmAMXg/s1600-h/CIMG0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx1x7IhgI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fYguqcmAMXg/s320/CIMG0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358330536068610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone's looking so happy except for Jim. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsFBSu7jI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YWnW1P55ptw/s1600-h/DSCF3571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsFBSu7jI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YWnW1P55ptw/s320/DSCF3571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296351995289857586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pic- everyone's looking so goofy!just look at QiuLin HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYButGITIoI/AAAAAAAAAec/gpgmhe6mppA/s1600-h/CIMG0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYButGITIoI/AAAAAAAAAec/gpgmhe6mppA/s320/CIMG0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296354882806293122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at QiuLin again. LOL SORRY QIULIN.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Chu Er with my maternal cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzDNuk-BI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xbk9kAut0ug/s1600-h/DSCF3576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzDNuk-BI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xbk9kAut0ug/s320/DSCF3576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359660849526802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;So military style- all in a line xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzDjoFlyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vmfh_jppJ6E/s1600-h/DSCF3578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzDjoFlyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vmfh_jppJ6E/s320/DSCF3578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359666727884578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Shit now u know someone on my mom's side live on the 7th floor:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzDfFQlNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/uBMUNXmRjVQ/s1600-h/DSCF3577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzDfFQlNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/uBMUNXmRjVQ/s320/DSCF3577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359665508062418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahahah Jia Hui looks so guniang in this pic!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzCx5wXJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/sm8YDG3oV_A/s1600-h/DSC07606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzCx5wXJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/sm8YDG3oV_A/s320/DSC07606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359653380218002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;My arm was cut off =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx2Q2nnZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/TU28R5OgFPo/s1600-h/CNY+2009+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx2Q2nnZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/TU28R5OgFPo/s320/CNY+2009+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358338838633874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pic too- so candid and JiaHui was finally caught with her eyes fully opened lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzC2KDcWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Wo9vuipCBEs/s1600-h/DSC07607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzC2KDcWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Wo9vuipCBEs/s320/DSC07607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359654522319202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bro -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx2lMhNpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Gc3FGS70aUY/s1600-h/CNY+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBx2lMhNpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Gc3FGS70aUY/s320/CNY+2009+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296358344299198098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is there a big gap o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzjdE8kpI/AAAAAAAAAf0/K0qQO22Lek4/s1600-h/DSCF3581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzjdE8kpI/AAAAAAAAAf0/K0qQO22Lek4/s320/DSCF3581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296360214725694098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im still the shortest wherever i go. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzjj2WeOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7Bbz6MgsVBM/s1600-h/DSCF3584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBzjj2WeOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7Bbz6MgsVBM/s320/DSCF3584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296360216543525090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that toot behind eating BA KUA. haiz. this pic, FAIL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit and i realised i didnt take any pics with my parents. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-137651558851069597?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/137651558851069597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/137651558851069597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-year-has-passed.html' title='Another year has passed.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SYBsDgRyPrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bZ7CBvuSDIA/s72-c/DSCF3560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7600544368602978410</id><published>2009-01-20T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:50:17.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to myself</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm in lecture now. Seated at the back row with my Dellbell, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?I'm emo again.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the Radio skills test, which i failed because of my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;It's smth that doesnt really bug me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it, but i think im having a crush. I'm not even sure of it myself...which is always the case, cause' I'm never 100% sure of anything in life.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered someone once told me it's also called an infatuation. But honestly I never thought it'll happen to me, a person who focuses on studies and fun more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I don't have much faith in this "infatuation". It seems so near, yet so far. I can feel the faith drifting away as days go by. Anyway i did a Tarot card reading online for fun last wk, but i didnt save the web pg, so i did it again. I asked a stewpid qn- Will i get experience first love soon? This time round, it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SXVG3WrxjGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TvgimjfW5VY/s1600-h/LLTarot_Card41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SXVG3WrxjGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TvgimjfW5VY/s320/LLTarot_Card41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293214853839817826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Card0101"&gt;Five of Swords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in the Past position.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A card in the left position indicates what has happened to affect your question in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss, sorrow, regret. Defeat. Overwhelming opposition. Thwarted by obstacles. Loss of confidence. Sometimes being made to suffer the sins of others. Lack of strength and resources. Feeling disoriented. Loss of blood. Misjudging a situation or person. Rash action. Humiliation. Unfortunate meeting. Mercy or the lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SXVHYD0uluI/AAAAAAAAAdE/l4PArp2eaiE/s1600-h/LLTarot_Card60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SXVHYD0uluI/AAAAAAAAAdE/l4PArp2eaiE/s320/LLTarot_Card60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293215415712782050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Card0201"&gt;Ten of Cups&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in the Present position.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A card in the middle position indicates what is affecting your question at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full heart. Blessings. Higher, mature love. True love. Real companionship. Dreams come true. Safety, security, and satisfaction. A giving relationship. Natural order. Home providing joy. Thanksgiving. Trust. A feeling of arrival and freedom. Fruitful partnership. Deep connection. Joining of talents make for a powerful, creative force. Fortunate, natural pairing. Harmony. A dreamy partnership as a source of light and benefit to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SXVHXxp5h2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZbygCrGaYlM/s1600-h/LLTarot_Card42_rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SXVHXxp5h2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZbygCrGaYlM/s320/LLTarot_Card42_rev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293215410835523426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Card0301"&gt;Six of Swords - Reversed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in the Future position.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A card in the right position indicates your questions future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession. Explanation. Surprise. Anxiety. Delay of travel. An unpleasant atmosphere. Harassment. Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't really believe in fortune telling. But im curious to see if what's reflected in the present and future cards will happen. Oh and i dreamt of someone committing suicide, and I witnessed it from the bottom. I'm still figuring out what it means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7600544368602978410?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7600544368602978410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7600544368602978410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/talking-to-myself.html' title='Talking to myself'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SXVG3WrxjGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TvgimjfW5VY/s72-c/LLTarot_Card41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2435327792471703732</id><published>2009-01-11T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:50:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun &amp; out of curiousity...</title><content type='html'>I decided to do this after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied it frm Yanny's blog, but saw it 1st on Krado's. lawl&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY/EROTIC/ANCIENT IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too little too late- jojo      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quite true, ppl always ask me if it's ok after they have already decided)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yotsuba group- deathnote OST (4-leaf grp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Er, i got the translation of "Yotsuba" online so it might be wrong...coz this doesn't make any sense at all -.-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first love- utada hikaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when i did this Q&amp;amp;A thing it was ytd night, after watching My Lovely Samsoon so yeah, i was in a lovey dovey mood:D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; breathe easy- blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(True, i don't have a purpose in life- i just take it easy. Too easy.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; end of me- marion raven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If I had a motto it'd be the end of me???)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am what I am- jonas bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually no, i'm a different person at home &amp;amp; with friends.=/)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you know my name- Chris Cornell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LOL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fuan- deathnote OST&lt;/span&gt; (uneasiness; anxiety; unrest; uncertainty)&lt;br /&gt;(It shld be the other way round- I feel uneasy thinking abt death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a moment like this- Kelly clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; only hope- mandy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;moore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can only hope to have a best friend. Cause' i dont have one, really.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kakou- deathnote OST&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.eudict.com/?lang=engjap&amp;amp;word=downward,%20descent,%20fall,%20drop,%20subsidence"&gt;downward, descent, fall, drop, subsidence&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;He'll cause my descent?:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it’s my life- bon jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there you go!finally smth that makes a lot of sense lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tyrant- one republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WHAT?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my heart will go on- celine dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; missing you- winter sonata OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha I'm always missing when it comes to eating out xD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love is blue- winter sonata OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't even know I have this song in my folder!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Westlife-change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't even know I have this song in my folder too!But anything by Westlife is fine:D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Immanence- deathnote OST&lt;/span&gt; (the state of being within)&lt;br /&gt;(OMG this is so true! I always talk to myself in my mind :X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stacy’s mom- fountain of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;wayne&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think their moms are hot. HAHAHA)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hung up- madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone hangs up on me or i hang up on someone or I hang myself?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfaithful- rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LOL I WILL DIE BEING AN UNFAITHFUL BITCH?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ayashige- deathnote OST&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.eudict.com/?lang=engjap&amp;amp;word=questionable%20%28an%29,%20doubtful"&gt;questionable (an), doubtful&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(True, i regret asking too many qns sometimes.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With you- Chris brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT MAKES YOU CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; what time is it?-HSM2 OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes i hate time)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just friends- Jonas Bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the song, the girl &amp;amp; the guy, started out as friends, thn got married eventually)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yurameku Kimochi- deathnote OST (the feeling of never wavering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Weird o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; How to save a life- The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If someone likes me that person will die?!)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny and Me- Hanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would change my eating habits and my way of thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’m like the lawyer with the way(With you)- Fallout Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh, so true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is Blue- winter sonata OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;(Sorry, i already typed out the title of this post =P)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2435327792471703732?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2435327792471703732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2435327792471703732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-for-fun-out-of-curiousity.html' title='Just for fun &amp; out of curiousity...'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8689521776723209524</id><published>2009-01-07T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:50:23.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new found love.</title><content type='html'>Damnit nobody's tagging. nvm I discovered some LOL vids today...youtube's the no. 2 site in my bookmarks now, just below Troy Chin's webby of course:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold....Xbox 360's new ambassador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9CK37sqoz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9CK37sqoz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the importance of the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GT86iWiH2mI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GT86iWiH2mI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this post. Now get lost. I don't need YOU to tag. &gt;:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8689521776723209524?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8689521776723209524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8689521776723209524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-found-love.html' title='My new found love.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2295629305513934054</id><published>2009-01-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:25:51.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why would you want to know what i did on New Year's Eve?</title><content type='html'>Erm ok, i realised my blog is getting too cluttered...time to play around with the layout again!xD Well 2009 is here, but somehow for me it's just another day. Maybe cause' my 2008 year wasnt so bad. But i dont feel like writing down my memories for the past year...i'm kinda lazy to reminisce, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But New Year's eve was worth mentioning cause' I spent it with my friends instead of lazying around at home, like all the previous years. :D And lol, from a 3 people group, the word got around and eventually there were 5 of us. I thought it'd be boring cause' honestly I dont have much to say to PY or Wee Teck. I'm not outspoken even to begin with. The plan was to watch Ip Man(it's actually pronounced as EP MUN) go to Nihon Mura(PY doesnt know it's the one at the swimming complex lol blur guy), eat lunch buffet, thn head to Teo heng to sing. But holy shit, all sushi places dont serve buffets on public hol eves. And i discovered that just a few hours before we met. GG! But since it was a 99c sushi place, we still went anyway. Eh I was helping CY &amp;amp; JQ save $$ you know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the food was kind of disappointing, service sucked, and the hygiene...hmm PY found a strand of hair in his sushi. And to top that, when he told the chef, the chef said "Take new one la" -.- Worse of all, I was the one who recommended the place. I guess no one will ask me to suggest any eating places for now. But thank god the singing was fun- apart from the almost 1 hr ride to Katong Centre. I really feel lke laughing whenever i see PY's face cause' his specs make him look so...blur. sorry la PY!xD Thn Wee Teck &amp;amp; I kena cheated by some auntie selling CNY goodies- She charged us $1.60 &amp;amp; $1.30 for a BOTTLE &amp;amp; a CAN of green tea. And ltr on we saw a vending machine selling the exact same thing for only $1.30 &amp;amp; $1. *%#@%$@$%#@#*$@!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau, i want to go singing again!Bathroom singing is so solo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off on a happy note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SWIJ7jO2q9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/aj5ZfcNhm2E/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SWIJ7jO2q9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/aj5ZfcNhm2E/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287799831160859602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah i just wana see you smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2295629305513934054?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2295629305513934054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2295629305513934054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-would-you-want-to-know-what-i-did.html' title='Why would you want to know what i did on New Year&apos;s Eve?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SWIJ7jO2q9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/aj5ZfcNhm2E/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-4894899811065913823</id><published>2008-12-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:49:27.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonne Nuit amies&lt;/span&gt;! (it means "Good night friends" in French:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into a regular blogger. Oh and i just realised the Decode song on my imeem playlist isnt working properly. D: I've been playing that song over &amp;amp; over again on my hp every night before I sleep. Am I going insane? Somebody please tell me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh and I can't seem to watch movies online. I've been trying so hard to complete Tropic Thunder but it keeps hanging halfway or it wouldnt load fully. Then when i decided to download it, the downloaded version was corrupted. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fishcake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my luck tml, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Oh i forgot my real purpose for writing this post- to upload a pic. I don't know why I like to add pics in my posts lately. I just happen to have pics that I found interesting enough to go on my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUZuOWYWfOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NB0v0dbJSgE/s1600-h/smart2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUZuOWYWfOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NB0v0dbJSgE/s320/smart2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280028805943426274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a photo entitled "Smart people have smart handphones" by the famous photographer, TXY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just watched The Polar Express on Channel 5, and the voices of the boys are damn cute! I should have recorded the voices =/ And the movie made me believe in Santa Claus again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok, ok, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Believe.&lt;/span&gt; There, i said it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-4894899811065913823?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4894899811065913823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4894899811065913823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe.html' title='I Believe. :)'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUZuOWYWfOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NB0v0dbJSgE/s72-c/smart2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8346405149403257095</id><published>2008-12-13T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:23:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight withdrawal symptoms</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha the previous post was a lot of fun. Tiring, but fun xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm having Twilight withdrawal symptoms...oh wait- that started since CCC study period. lol yesterday afternoon was spent on watching Twilight for the 2nd time at Mel's place, which was very uneventful. That tanned cousin of mine wasn't there, &amp;amp; I've nth much to talk abt with her bro or my Grandma, except about that long-awaited Swensons outing. The dates for the damn outing keeps changing, because of people telling me this &amp;amp; that, etc. Ok, how do u guys expect me to arrange smth when u guys don't reply to my smses? I've wasted don't know how much of my time &amp;amp; smses just to ask when u guys are free. This is exactly why i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; organising. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt; of this shit please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to topic! So as part of the Twilight withdrawal symptoms, I went to search for other Twilight-related vids. And these are the ones that caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: I deleted the Twilight Spoof vid cause' it's too huge &amp;amp; overlapped with my tagboard, but u can still watch it at the sidebar, just above my playlist :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the usual interviews with the cast, but i liked the ones about Kristen Stewart AKA Bella&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(For non-Twilight ppl, she's the girl who fell in love with the vampire)&lt;/span&gt;, and Rob Pattison AKA Edward&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(he's the vampire)&lt;/span&gt;. Not because they're the main actors, but cause' their interviews were the most interesting and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Kristen- listen to what she says abt "Dazzle" and Taylor hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgsKpOuGL_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgsKpOuGL_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Rob- listen to what he says abt the screaming fans and boxers/briefs lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z81hJp_-OhY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z81hJp_-OhY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have some photos of Peter Facinelli AKA Dr Carlisle too!In the story, he's the adoptive father of Edward and the other vampires. U'll see why i post his photos x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUNsWAQ8yhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a1mITjnmlAk/s1600-h/peter_facinelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUNsWAQ8yhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a1mITjnmlAk/s320/peter_facinelli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279182313492367890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's him in the movie- i like his pale look &amp;amp; blonde hair!He's definately the hottest dad, in reality or not. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUNsW38EueI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sjVipa3Hex4/s1600-h/peter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUNsW38EueI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sjVipa3Hex4/s320/peter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279182328437193186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the real him- ah i bet they must have used a lot of face powder on him for the movie :( But look at his eyes!Green =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: if any of u guys knows someone who owns a Twilight book, or where it's being sold at, please tell me! I'm really planning on getting the book, even the sequels. I heard they're better than the movie, which is always the case. Anyone who has any bookstore membership discounts are welcome too:D&lt;/span&gt; The Twilight withdrawal symptoms came at the right time&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8346405149403257095?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8346405149403257095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8346405149403257095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-withdrawal-sypmtoms.html' title='Twilight withdrawal symptoms'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUNsWAQ8yhI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a1mITjnmlAk/s72-c/peter_facinelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2048767672995694809</id><published>2008-12-11T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:39:49.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop madness!</title><content type='html'>Damnit I got distracted, again. Surprisingly, i wasn't distracted by food, TV or movies. Yes i actually got distracted by photoshop. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what I did with this amazing software?Hmm if u read my previous post, then u might have guessed what i did...But nobody ever reads my blog, so i might as well just say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited the colour of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eyes&lt;/span&gt;. See la Yanny now I'm obsessed with eye colour!!!&gt;:[ Immediately after reading your comments on my tagboard about that Johnathan guy, I went to experiment using photoshop. Of course I couldn't have done it without the help from the Internet-I learnt from Krado that there are online tutorials which teach u how to edit certain stuff using photoshop. So although I was supposed to study CCC, instead, I spent about 4-5hrs on photoshop. I KNOW, I KNOW. I'M SUCH A NOOB. Who spends 4-5hrs editing only the eye colour?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's quite fun, i get to laugh at my poor editing skills, or the weird results of all the editing. And i used my photo to edit XD So this is the 1st time in history I'm so bhb as to edit my photos, and post them here on my blog. If you want the photos, just tell me la &amp;amp; I'll send it to you free- don't resort to stealing without permission. HAHAHA IM SO BHB TODAY. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok so these are the photos...I know my photoshop skills suck so please don't tag on the cbox saying it's crappy work. I'M JUST DOING IT FOR FUN.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   This was my 1st attempt- green. I've to admit, green looks damn nice.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqGWGIFJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2n5ufKAtHc4/s1600-h/DSCF0488%28ed%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqGWGIFJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2n5ufKAtHc4/s320/DSCF0488%28ed%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278476158009611410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my 2nd attempt- light blue(trying my best to imitate the colour of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang Moh&lt;/span&gt; eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqFz0mg1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/xKKqOjAjNSM/s1600-h/DSCF0488%28blue%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqFz0mg1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/xKKqOjAjNSM/s320/DSCF0488%28blue%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278476148809302866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Ok my 3rd attempt- dark blue. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqFnRyILI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ld-2c7STEbM/s1600-h/DSCF0488%28dark+blue%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqFnRyILI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ld-2c7STEbM/s320/DSCF0488%28dark+blue%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278476145442037938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last and final attempt- Purple!I like purple coz it's has a mysterious feeling...Eh Joey u should get purple contacts to match ur hair!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqFZ3FGEI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BUFxpuH89iM/s1600-h/DSCF0488%28purple%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqFZ3FGEI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BUFxpuH89iM/s320/DSCF0488%28purple%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278476141840373826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: In case u were wondering, I DID NOT dress-up just to take this pic so i can edit the eye colour...it was an old photo taken after my drama skit abt 2yrs ago.=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that I'm done, CHOING FOR CCC!&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2048767672995694809?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2048767672995694809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2048767672995694809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/photoshop-madness.html' title='Photoshop madness!'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SUDqGWGIFJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2n5ufKAtHc4/s72-c/DSCF0488%28ed%29+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-9155721778551482726</id><published>2008-12-06T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:14:31.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation, where art thou?</title><content type='html'>Ok shitty mood over...now I'm feeling lazy. To be precise, i'm lacking motivation. In the past i can just get myself to study when i keep telling myself i can do it, "FIGHTO-OH!". But now, it's not really that effective anymore...I'm getting distracted more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROOF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've watched THREE movies the past few days- Over the Hedge, Twilight(muahaha i watched it b4 it's released in S'pore =D), and this afternoon, The Beach. The most memorable was of course, Twilight. I wish the online version was abit clearer though, ABIT clearer i also don't mind. =/ And that movie made me realise it's all in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;. The first thing people look at, are the eyes. I wished i had blue eyes...then people will notice my eyes instead of my figure, dressing, height, etc. The images of Rob Pattison staring at Kirsten Stewart in the movie are still in my head now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS HERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqji9ZrBxI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k0HzJutnWFY/s1600-h/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqji9ZrBxI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k0HzJutnWFY/s320/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709734411077394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Official Twilight poster..look at their eyes and you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqjjOASGfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/weOA-F5DrYQ/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqjjOASGfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/weOA-F5DrYQ/s320/cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709738867988978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leonardo Dicaprio when he was in his teens!Omg he's already so gd-looking when he was so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqjjj8NwpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OJuAEbPhlko/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqjjj8NwpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OJuAEbPhlko/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709744756507282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is even cuter than the one above! Shit, I'm turning into one of his crazy fanatics already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqjkE76TcI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yLnUUgXIQgI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqjkE76TcI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yLnUUgXIQgI/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709753613602242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is when he's much older =( But look at the pic on the left!LOL SLIPPERS. But anything looks good on him. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was supposed to start studying on Monday. That is enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm getting more breaks in between studying than i used to, and my "warm-up session" is getting longer- I just started studying today at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) CHRISTMAS AND CHINESE NEW YEAR ARE COMING LA. I rather do crafts and shop for clothes- this is the perfect time to do it, with sales and school holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Logging onto MSN is starting to become my daily routine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; is what i feared most. I waste a lot of time on MSN- i spend more time facing it than i face my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Look at me- I'm blogging more often than usual. During study period some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i realise I'm not the only one feeling unmotivated. YAY. Everyone, let's suffer TOGETHER. One for all, all for one. This is when teamwork comes in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm sleeping now. Head is spinning and I want to dream of Twilight or Leonardo Dicaprio tonight. Oh my god I sound so freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-9155721778551482726?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/9155721778551482726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/9155721778551482726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/motivation-where-art-thou.html' title='Motivation, where art thou?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/STqji9ZrBxI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k0HzJutnWFY/s72-c/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5886750473673036004</id><published>2008-12-05T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:25:04.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a screwed up week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm feel like shit now. First radio pro, now CG skills test. damnit I'm good at nothing except screwing up. And I was supposed to start studying on Monday- 4 days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway you guys should listen to this song- Stand by Rascal Flatts. It should be playing now:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I first heard when Mr Ramesh, my CCC lecturer played the vid on honour killing during lecture. Btw, do u know there's such a law in Jordan that states : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"he who discovers his wife or one of his female relatives committing adultery and kills, wounds, or injures one of them, is exempted from any penalty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;It takes just one word to sum it up: Ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;Oh these are the vids about Honour Killing that Mr Ramesh showed us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zIghGH-3F0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zIghGH-3F0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwP1OoH0p7Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwP1OoH0p7Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And CCC exam is next Friday. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5886750473673036004?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5886750473673036004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5886750473673036004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-has-been-screwed-up-week.html' title='It has been a screwed up week.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3245928146246736819</id><published>2008-11-27T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:51:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the world's best pencil case, The Zipper!:D</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if it'll load well, cause' it's a huge file.=/&lt;br /&gt;But at least know that the commercial i acted in(together with my grp mates) turned out fine. xD&lt;br /&gt;Yay and I scripted the whole thing:D (must claim credit ma xD)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention- It was a psychology video project, NOT of our own free will.lawl.&lt;br /&gt;Er yah. and of course, enjoy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bde27379093ac4c5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbde27379093ac4c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3053778C20915464CFF5DA59E61BEAE3C839C2C8.CC47C62398A5030F8012FBA1696C0D26AD88D5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbde27379093ac4c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqj9KyH_C3ZMZT3pWH_5NmceJz58&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbde27379093ac4c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3053778C20915464CFF5DA59E61BEAE3C839C2C8.CC47C62398A5030F8012FBA1696C0D26AD88D5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbde27379093ac4c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqj9KyH_C3ZMZT3pWH_5NmceJz58&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- the part where Darren goes "euh?" cracks me up everytime. I'm missing my grp mates already...esp Veron!That Law student with a heck care attitude.hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3245928146246736819?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bde27379093ac4c5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3245928146246736819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3245928146246736819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing-worlds-best-pencil-case.html' title='Introducing the world&apos;s best pencil case, The Zipper!:D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8076533166638190247</id><published>2008-11-26T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:46:42.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my stewpid mind.</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD I JUST SAW A STREAK OF LIGHTING ACROSS THE SKY.O.O&lt;br /&gt;What's with the weather these days?!It's extremely hot in the afternoons, thn when it reaches the evenings, whoosh~ the weather turns cold and windy. Hmmm but I like it when it rains...esp when I'm at home. So cosy and it's the perfect weather for SLEEPING. But I don't know why, I'm sleeping less nowadays. It's not the school work, just feeling more awake. And sick people are supposed to feel sleepy right?=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you were wondering about my msn nick, I'm no longer motivated to do anything anymore cause' my HK trip is CANCELLED. I'm not blaming anyone, it's just...everytime I make a decision, like after so much thinking, then something has to pop up and make me change my mind again. And i'm serious- it's EVERYTIME i decide on smth. For the HK trip, when i 1st heard from my aunt, I was like this - "eh can go HK to shop!so many nice things to buy!I WANT TO GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after looking at all the project deadlines, I was like this- "Shit. have to decide between grades and break(i treat the trip as a break frm projs)"&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then a whole lot of thinking and planning happened. Cause' after i got my grades last sem, I told myself I've to put in more effort to improve my grades. My GPA is just right at 3, close to dropping to 2.++ and far from 3.5(my dad's ideal grade). So i was thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe sacrifice this trip, for my grades. After this sem, then go for some other trip&lt;/span&gt;. But another part of me was thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why not take this as a challenge?See if u can complete all ur projs before the trip. After all, u've never really taken a risk before. -.- &lt;/span&gt;I was really at a dilemma so i decided to plan all my projs 1st, so i have a rough idea if it's actually possible to meet all my project deadlines AND go for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?IT IS ACTUALLY POSSIBLE. But I've to start early and plan every step properly. So i asked my mom to take leave cause' I'm never allowed to go anywhere outside Spore ALONE. Then a few days later, i backed out, and told Mel I'm not going. Cause' 1) In mid-dec, it's "winter" season in HK = nth much to buy except winter clothes. 2) grades.grades.grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn a FEW HOURS LATER-&lt;br /&gt;Aunt called up, and i told her I'm still considering.(WTF RIGHT? I'm the most fickle-minded person in the world. Ask my friends and my mom, u'll see.) Cause' when i went back home, looked at the distracting calender, i was VERY confident I'd be able to finish all projs before the trip. Then, my mom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to tell me her supervisor told her the weather there during mid-dec is nth but rain, and there's nth to buy, blah blah blah. So in the end, gave up la, called Aunt for the 2nd time to finally tell her I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not going&lt;/span&gt;. Cause' I dont want to waste $$ on air tics and etc only to go there and buy nth, and to get wet. -.-ll If only i thought of this sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm asking people around me if any of them are interested in going to HK during march/april hols instead. I don't mind Taiwan or Genting either! but HK/Taiwan 1st choice:D&lt;br /&gt;Er so far...no applicants. So I'm here blogging &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side note: I'm working on a mini project now. Anyone knows where I can get cheap gold ribbons, buttons and red paper bags?Don't ask:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8076533166638190247?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8076533166638190247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8076533166638190247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-my-stewpid-mind.html' title='Me and my stewpid mind.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-1145142685171504764</id><published>2008-11-05T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:23:02.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is starting to kick in, I'm beginning to feel the stress of it.</title><content type='html'>Did you sense the poetic part of me in the title?lol I was trying to make it rhyme- "In" rhymes with "It" right?Ok maybe not =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true, that reality is getting to me and I realise I can no longer slack. I mean, it's only been less than 3 weeks since school started, and I've already handed up an assignment, started on another, preparing for another 4, and god knows how many more are to come. It's just....too fast. It's like straight after you finish an assignment, BAM!another one hits you in the face. You don't even have time to digest the info, just rush into it hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the 4 assignments I mentioned earlier?I've to hand them up in the week starting November 17. ALL OF THEM IN THE SAME DAMN WEEK. You must be thinking: Nov 17?Please that's about 2 weeks from now. Still have a lot of time what. You kanchoing spider -.-&lt;br /&gt;But newsflash! I'm not good at rushing things last minute. People can work on an article just the night before, I've to do it 2 days earlier, AND I use 2 days to complete too. I. am. damn. retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I just remembered- I'm supposed to start my Radiopro journal today! No actually it's more like an ESSAY. Oh how i loveeeee essays~ The word itself sounds arabic, and the sheer number of words turn me on. MMMMmmmm. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M SO LAZY TODAY. Just like every other day. Nah actually I'm quite energised- I just had 2 hrs of sleep AFTER watching "Rule no. 1" on dvd:DD Shit I just got reminded of the movie's content- I dont want to sleep late tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS 95FM HERE I COME:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait! I'm not done yet!Here's a photo taken yesterday after the dinner at Fish and Co, with Jovi and Belly:) Thank you guys for celebrating my belated birthday with me and I'm so sorry it cost that much. I promise to get something nice for your birthday Belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            This is the only photo we've taken together. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SRGrmoIfBOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xrJAt0VGXpw/s1600-h/04112008352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265178119469204706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SRGrmoIfBOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xrJAt0VGXpw/s320/04112008352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-1145142685171504764?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1145142685171504764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1145142685171504764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-is-starting-to-kick-in-im.html' title='School is starting to kick in, I&apos;m beginning to feel the stress of it.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SRGrmoIfBOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xrJAt0VGXpw/s72-c/04112008352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2819728974240818616</id><published>2008-11-03T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:43:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18.18.18.</title><content type='html'>Ok not to be bhb but- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MESELF! In just 1hr and 18 mins, I'm going to be a kid no more. But I think I still look like one. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today wasn't a very eventful day, it's just like any other school day. Hmm but I dressed up abit and was less moody. IF ONLY EVERYDAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY. But then we'll all be fat from all the birthday lunches/dinners. Oh and before I forget, thank you to all the kind souls who bombarded me with all the wishes may it be through sms, friendster or just saying it openly. Some whom i barely know too. hahaha! Though I wasn't able to hang out with the people I really really wanted to go out with, the wishes filled me up with warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch I went with the usual people to Cafe Cartel, and though we only had 30mins to eat, we made full use of it really. At first I thought it's just a meal each, but looking at Joey whispering here and there, lol I guessed smth was coming. And I was right- a cake! No not a whole cake, a slice of cake. hahahaha but still it was a nice touch, except for the part they forced me to finish up the cake or I'll have it on my face instead. Eh no, not they, just Krado. -.- Anyway, still have to thank you guys for willing to spend time with a boring person like me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Krado only took ONE pic &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SQ8ZgCq3T-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8kDPGzRDu5o/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264454527682564066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SQ8ZgCq3T-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8kDPGzRDu5o/s320/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I look so auntie in this pic la!lawl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, dinner with family at Sakae Teppanyaki. It was.......not as nice as i expected. No flipping tricks or stuff like that done by the chef that will make you go "WA", and the food is only ok, nothing fantastic. =/ But the chef...HAHA that's another thing altogether. He looks erm quite cute. And i mean QUITE only. xD! But he only payed attention to the food -.- Hello pretty girl sitting in front of you leh! HAHAHAHA! I'm so bhb today....=D Hmm I'll post the vid here soon, cause' it'll take some time to upload =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, thanks again to all who remembered my birthday, and of course, my family who went along with all my requests. =D I hope my wishes come true...NO I WONT TELL YOU WHAT I WISHED FOR. You won't want to know anyway lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2819728974240818616?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2819728974240818616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2819728974240818616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/181818.html' title='18.18.18.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SQ8ZgCq3T-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8kDPGzRDu5o/s72-c/DSC00678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6785434686554947607</id><published>2008-10-31T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:23:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random events and thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Ok 1st things 1st- God I'm so full now! I ate about 1 and a half fish fillets for dinner just now. -.- I wonder why they can't provide just ONE fillet instead of 3 mini ones. And actually they're not that mini. Plus the potato wedges...luckily the others helped to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the dinner was fun, i guess when you're in the right company, nothing else really matters. So hopefully the emo side of me will go away...not that I'm very emo at the moment, just that sometimes things just get to me and make me go through a lot of thinking. This kinda makes me emo. But nowadays it seems a lot of other ppl are emo too. And I don't think it's due to the stress from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is mommy's birthday, so- er wait a sec. *looks at clock* OH IT'S 31ST OCTOBER ALREADY. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMEEEEEEEE. Er but don't expect hugs and kisses from me, I'm not that type of person =/ Unless you request I guess. xD Which also means, my birthday is drawing near too! No la I'm not asking for any prezzies or anything, it just came to me of a sudden. So after Sub-ed tomorrow, pick up cookie cake from Famous Amos, go home, rest for a while, then go to somewhere in Bedok for dinner. If I'm not wrong, the restaurant is near Joey's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm she should rushing through her article now, along with the rest. Thank god I'm done with it. Erm ok I don't really have anything else to blog about, so I'll end here? Wait Krado just messaged me on MSN. Must be abt the grp proj. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6785434686554947607?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6785434686554947607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6785434686554947607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-events-and-thoughts.html' title='Random events and thoughts.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7842734438510855286</id><published>2008-10-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:58:56.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the act.</title><content type='html'>No I'm not bitching about someone I hate. I'm talking about myself. This has been annoying me for so long now but I thought by not thinking about it, it would just go away. And it seems, if you don't deal with the problem, it grows in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, all this while, I've been putting on an act. No I wasn't putting up a brave front, it just wasn't me. Too many times I've been putting up a fake smile, and doing things I actually didn't want to do. I used to think I was succumbing to peer pressure, which most teens do, but I realised I cant blame it on my friends, because if you don't want to do something, no matter what others say you will still say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I did some self-reflection, and realised I wasn't being myself because I want others to like me, to have a good impression of me. And the end result? I hate myself instead. I can't face my conscience, and I feel tired. I'm seriously fucking tired of this. I don't want to look back on my life when I'm old and regret what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm giving my life a brand new start. It'll be difficult to be less self-conscious but I'll try. I want to be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I don't want to be emo on my birthday. It'll be my first. And honestly, celebrations don't really matter to me now, I just want my family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7842734438510855286?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7842734438510855286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7842734438510855286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-act.html' title='Stop the act.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3327248781298478159</id><published>2008-10-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:37:20.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooooooooooooooooopers. I love this word. =D</title><content type='html'>Ok this will be a super short post....FILLED WITH BLOOPERS.hahahahaha bloopers from my previous Psychology video project which I havent showed anyone yet. These are the first 4, I'll upload the others in another post "soon". Enjoy!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren the cameraman was supposed to cut when the "MUAHAHA NO PROJECT HERE" appears. But I think he got too carried away. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-be90c0110698ada1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe90c0110698ada1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62E00836447431ABAE61E8B7602F97ED7441EC50.17ADFD9AFE2432A66A7125C9CDBB8C68512C1BF0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe90c0110698ada1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm3kjRqAEOsmmCoWh8Rt1VaQOb4Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe90c0110698ada1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62E00836447431ABAE61E8B7602F97ED7441EC50.17ADFD9AFE2432A66A7125C9CDBB8C68512C1BF0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe90c0110698ada1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm3kjRqAEOsmmCoWh8Rt1VaQOb4Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Errrrrrr this one was my fault. I wasn't prepared =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5403c3bc2911df5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5403c3bc2911df5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2707ABC57927A657931230B57760C00415DD68BF.74CAF317543EF3F32B377544B231BC6A45FCA32D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5403c3bc2911df5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6JYAMp3rjXAzQKgIvmLnLEbfFQM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5403c3bc2911df5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2707ABC57927A657931230B57760C00415DD68BF.74CAF317543EF3F32B377544B231BC6A45FCA32D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5403c3bc2911df5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6JYAMp3rjXAzQKgIvmLnLEbfFQM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the tag's fault!:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2c0fd3a8636aec1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2c0fd3a8636aec1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6931A8705ACCDD691EF6A733CA172F1B86064CE5.78263CF0D506B47F0D094A3F3CE145F7905E1950%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2c0fd3a8636aec1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOi5I3PJDI7Gng6gYVgk5iQW8wjI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2c0fd3a8636aec1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6931A8705ACCDD691EF6A733CA172F1B86064CE5.78263CF0D506B47F0D094A3F3CE145F7905E1950%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2c0fd3a8636aec1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOi5I3PJDI7Gng6gYVgk5iQW8wjI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok my fault again. Look at my hair. &gt;:[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bcf2e6b12933dd6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcf2e6b12933dd6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CAA4B801649628F85A2D785D711A65DF3D36833.3BF12E89161F8A708B3711753C75DA96DE49A1F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcf2e6b12933dd6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DObKrI8ZFmZp4-VefWfH1QuU6_Lw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcf2e6b12933dd6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400400%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CAA4B801649628F85A2D785D711A65DF3D36833.3BF12E89161F8A708B3711753C75DA96DE49A1F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcf2e6b12933dd6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DObKrI8ZFmZp4-VefWfH1QuU6_Lw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My acting, sucks.=( Sch starts tommorow too. But I'll be going to the gym and shopping after sch! My SECOND time in a gym. Hmm what does that say about me? LAZY. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3327248781298478159?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bcf2e6b12933dd6d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2c0fd3a8636aec1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3327248781298478159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3327248781298478159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-this-will-be-super-short-post.html' title='Blooooooooooooooooopers. I love this word. =D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8133917209102770434</id><published>2008-10-06T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:01:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons why I want to be a guy.</title><content type='html'>1. Guys don't have menses cramps. I hate menses cramps more than anything else in the world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys don't have to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys have high metabolism rates. They can go for an all-you-can-eat lunch buffet, and still have appetite for dinner. Best of all, they don't have to exercise much to maintain their weight. This leads on to reason #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thus, if I'm a guy, I'd be a really attractive one, cause' I won't have to do much to get that lanky/macho look. Esp since I'm so heath-conscious. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Plus, aunties are biased towards guys. Take my mom &amp;amp; grandma for example. If I were a guy, I'd use my killer smile to get whatever I want. Easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys don't need to wear heels, ever! That alone is enough for me to want to be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys don't need to bother about their hair-eyebrows, armpit hair, leg hair, arm hair, etc etc. In fact, guys who HAVE those abovementioned types of hair are considered as erm, real men. Even if guys don't gel/wax the hair on their heads, they look fine. To me, anyway. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys are also not expected to do household chores. Walau, can someone turn me into a guy already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys aren't supposed to wear make-up. I use the word "supposed" because there are guys out there who do wear make-up, and this irks me out. lol this reminds me of the CNA newscaster who wore such thick make-up he freaked out my dad &amp;amp; bro. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys are damn fast when it comes to shopping. The pic below sort of summarises this point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253990630475992914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SOnspD7Aj1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/tF-CTH1GtgY/s320/men+VS+women-+shopping.JPG" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha hope you've enjoyed this post. I'm still recovering from my menses cramps and stomach wind I had yesterday.  Menses cramps itself was already like hell but I still have to suffer from wind. I feel like cursing again. But thank you dad for your help yesterday- I know you won't even read this but still...I don't know how I'd survived without your help, and the painkillers of course. Sorry I had to wake you up from your sleep. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8133917209102770434?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8133917209102770434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8133917209102770434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-reasons-why-i-want-to-be-guy.html' title='10 reasons why I want to be a guy.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/SOnspD7Aj1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/tF-CTH1GtgY/s72-c/men+VS+women-+shopping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8309221032811962584</id><published>2008-09-26T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:09:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im finally working!:(</title><content type='html'>BONJOUR!&lt;br /&gt;right now as im typing, im in the office of Northeast CDC...yes in short, im supposed to be working. But as usual, im not a morning person so i need to do smth not work-related in the early morning before i actually START to look through the stacks of case files i dug up from the archive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash!The 3 of us, the temp staff, have to complete 50,000 case files by this coming Tues. look at the number of zeros in the number 50,000! This has got to be the worst type of data entry in S'pore. And it's not the simple kind of just copy and paste onto the soft copy- we've to manually flip through the hard copies(case files), make sure it's the specific application the soft copy indicated, and thn we've to type in the registration date, and the particulars of the applicants. And FYI: it's damn tiring to make sure we've got the correct application, because one person can make zillions of applications in his lifetime. But of course, so far, thank god i've not came across someone who made zillions of applications. Just looking at the archives which all the files are located, makes me feel like burning all of the files.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the job made me realise how fortunate i am, in a way. After doing data entry since last Thurs, i found out that there're actually so many divorced couples and needy ppl in S'pore. In some cases, both parents aren't employed, and so the family has no income at all. They can only rely on the the Community Assistance Fund, which isn't much- abt $1000+ depending on how much the CDC is willing to give. There was a case which i came across- both parents unemployed, and they've applied many times to the CDC but all applications were rejected because in order to receive the financial aid, one of the parents has to be employed. The CDC was strong in its stand. Whereas in another case, the father was in prison, mother is looking for job. In short, both unemployed as well. But, they managed to get $1000+ of financial aid. I guess it depends on the situation.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad to see the children being the victims of poverty and divorce. They could have had a better future if the parents were willing to work hard. I mean, if they can barely support themselves, why have kids? They'll only make the kids suffer. To think that foreigners actually flock here in hope of a better life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i just realised this became a very emo post. And a long one too. Ok back to work...case file no. 02556/04. Don't even think abt buying 4D- cause' if u win, u've to split the cash with me; 50/50.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8309221032811962584?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8309221032811962584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8309221032811962584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-finally-working.html' title='Im finally working!:('/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6092364156452555757</id><published>2008-07-26T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:40:06.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesa back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now playing- Muttons at Midnight (Valentine Day special)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to blogging!All my individual assignments are OVER...what's left is BMR (Basic My Rse (arse)), SingCam, and Audiopro GROUP projects. Erm ok so it's still considered alot =/ But what a load of my chest right? Oh wait a sec-what abt the upcoming exams?! damnit la...i got happy for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1 thing to look forward to next week- Audiopro class lip dub! I've never done lip dub before, but seeing other ppl do it is so fun. Especially when you're lip dubbing a person who's the opposite gender. All our CMM seniors have done it, so it's our turn now! Each class gets to pick a song, then they do a lip dub of it during tutorial time. ARENT YOU JEALOUS OR WHAT. XDXD Audiopro is the funnest (i made this word up myself) class this sem..but it was really sad seeing a &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; for my audiopro skills test. I think i'm the-no, i KNOW i'm the worst in the class,and maybe the whole CMM cohort. But i was expecting a fail or smth..so i shouldnt complain. I havent been taking Audiopro classes seriously, but i will from now on. Especially if i want to become a DJ in the future. (i think fat hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back to topic- my class picked song That Thing You Do by The Wonders. If you havent even heard of it, you better go google it before your classmates laugh at you for having no childhood=X So yesterday during tutorial, we recced the location, which is at the huge dome near the TP fountain. The guys decided that everyone will have a part to play, so each of us have to lip dub around 1-2 lines each. I'm not familiar with the song, so i had to ask ard "Erm how to sing my part of the sng ah?" I've to lip dub the lines &lt;strong&gt;"You never even knew about the heartache, I've been going through..."&lt;/strong&gt;But the song is damn short- ard 2mins plus..so i think most likely each person only gets to lip dub one sentence.=( Still, better than nothing rite! Next friday come quickly please =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my bro sent me a hilarious podcast frm Muttons at Midnight- another programme worth listening to. The theme was "Valentines Day", but i felt it was more like an April's Fool special. Just take about a few mins of ur time to listen to it...you'll want to listen to it over and over again i assure you. (If i'm not wrong, it should be playing right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit i just remembered I've psychology exam on next Saturday!STUDY.STUDY.STUDY.Eh no, it's an open-book exam!-.- but i think i rather have a closed-book exam because since it's an open-book exam, the questions will be VERY VERY tricky. "Never trust psychologists", the lecturer told me. Speaking of the psycho lecturer, i bet you've never seen anyone like him. Jeff is this angmo in his late 30s, abit bald on the head, wears huge glasses, and he's absolutely restless. He likes scaring ppl with his weird gestures and suddenly attacking you with psycho qns. Jeff like POKEMON. Most of the examples he gave are abt Pokemon- Pokepen (this he invented it himself),Pokeball,etc. But nowadays he doesnt lecture anymore, so it's kinda boring. WE MISS YOU JEFF xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit what if he accidentally come across my blog?=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6092364156452555757?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6092364156452555757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6092364156452555757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/mesa-back.html' title='Mesa back'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-972594559850449771</id><published>2008-07-14T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:15:28.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD BAD NEWS</title><content type='html'>BAD BAD NEWS.I've been slacking like there's no tomorrow these days. I've watched dont know how many movies on DVD and cable the past 2 weeks. Why bad news? BEcause, i've BMR INDIVIDUAL review and AudioPro INDIVIDUAL assignment both due on Friday. THIS friday -.- I'm too lazy to type out all the movies i've watched, but if i can actually realise i'm wasting my time watching movies, it must be because i wasted alot of time on it. I just dont feel motivated anymore. In the past, i used to ask some of my friends why arent they motivated..now i ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, i have an additional distraction- my new hp the Nokia E71. Erm it's not my hp yet, but it just might be if i start to like it &amp;amp; my dad allows me to carry it.=D I'll post the pic of the hp soon. It's heavier thn my previous clamshell phone, BUT it looks very business-like. The best part of all- the keypad is like the keyboard!No need for dictionary as ALL the letters are there. Better camera too! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i was wondering abt this thing called a Life Menu. I just watched the movie "Click", and i find it quite enlightening. If everyone had thier Life Menus, we can decide which part of our lives to fast-forward, which parts to rewind, and even pause it whenever we want to. I will definately used the rewind button. Go watch the movie, it's funny and has a morale behind it. Plus, the main actor is Adam Sandler and his wife in the movie is very very pretty xD I'm talking abt Kate Beckinsale from Pearl Harbour &amp;amp; The Underworld you know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to reality!Time for bed...bye-cycle~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-972594559850449771?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/972594559850449771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/972594559850449771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-bad-news.html' title='BAD BAD NEWS'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8659148131841908784</id><published>2008-07-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:24:22.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin, and hopefully, a new start.</title><content type='html'>YES!I'M FINALLY DONE WITH MY NEW BLOGSKIN!Half a day went by as i was busy editing the HTML...but i'm more thn satisfied with the results.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm editing the blogskin when there're projects due 2 weeks later...and i went out ytd after editing PSA too. As i'm typing this, Dad is bugging me to serve him ice-cream. Shit he's walking here! I'm serving him ice-cream as his reward for helping me to wash the dishes. xD&lt;br /&gt;Today was a ditzy day- I had a huge headache this AFTERNOON when i woke up at 12pm. I slept at 2am today because i was too scared to sleep alone after watching Ghost Whisperer and Situation Critical on Channel 5 &amp;amp; Nat Geo. PS: Situation Critical is a must-watch. The show re-enacts the real-life situations in crisis. The one i watched ytd was abt an airplane hijack which involved 4 terrorists and abt 100 hostages. I was shouting and gripping the pillow throughout the show. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to rack my brains so this is the summary of the episode from Wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air France Flight 139, originating from &lt;a title="Tel Aviv" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tel_Aviv"&gt;Tel Aviv&lt;/a&gt;, takes off from &lt;a title="Athens" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athens"&gt;Athens&lt;/a&gt;. Minutes later, it is hijacked by two &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Palestinian" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palestinian"&gt;Palestinians&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a title="Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine - External Operations" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popular_Front_for_the_Liberation_of_Palestine_-_External_Operations"&gt;Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine - External Operations&lt;/a&gt; (PFLP-EO) and two &lt;a title="Germany" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germany"&gt;Germans&lt;/a&gt; from the German "&lt;a title="Revolutionary Cells (RZ)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revolutionary_Cells_%28RZ%29"&gt;Revolutionary Cells&lt;/a&gt;". The hostages were eventually rescued from the old terminal of &lt;a title="Entebbe International Airport" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entebbe_International_Airport"&gt;Entebbe International Airport&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Uganda" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uganda"&gt;Uganda&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a title="Israel Defense Forces" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_Defense_Forces"&gt;Israel Defense Forces&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Special forces" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_forces"&gt;special forces&lt;/a&gt; troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are aching frm the blogskin editing...so i'll stop here. Time for TV!xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8659148131841908784?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8659148131841908784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8659148131841908784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-blogskin-and-hopefully-new-start.html' title='New blogskin, and hopefully, a new start.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2435958724656990883</id><published>2008-06-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:23:10.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWSFLASH!</title><content type='html'>Erm i'm feeling damn sleepy now. Woke up early 2day just to print out APEL stuff and Ms Tan didnt even really went through.=/ Nvm i forgive her cause she showed us a nice movie 2day. Happy Feet.XD But i preferred the Amigos gang instead of the main character. They're born-to-be comedians really.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that isnt the main point of this post. The reason i'm blogging is, I'M GOING TO CHANGE MY BLOG ADD SOON. If you guys know me well enough, you would have noticed i dont exactly idolise Westlife as much as i used to. It's not that they're old! It's just that their music dont appeal to me much nowadays. Maybe i like emo music now (insert emo face here). So before i change my blog add, i thought i shld at least inform you guys 1st. As if there is anyone reading this blog in the 1st place -.-. Eh wait there is!Me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll IM you guys abt my new blog add, and if i dont, it's due to 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) I have not created a new account yet.&lt;br /&gt;2) I like to keep my blog as private as possible; only giving my blog add to my closer friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 10.21pm and my eyelids are closing in. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2435958724656990883?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2435958724656990883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2435958724656990883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/newsflash.html' title='NEWSFLASH!'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-788839718620232419</id><published>2008-06-05T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:01:15.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just me against the world. And the world is winning.</title><content type='html'>Ok how shld i start? My mind is messed up right now. Part of me feels like crying, while another part of me feels angry. I'm not good at group projects...it always has been like that. It's not that i didnt try to speak up for myself. I did, and that became a problem. I used to think that i was too afriad to give comments, cause i'm vr sensitive to what others may react. Sometimes when i give suggestions, they are ignored as well. Of course there are also times when others accept my comments and made changes. But that doesnt happen often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when i decided to speak up yesterday night, it turned out to be a disaster. Maybe it was made worse because the discussion was on MSN. It's easy for others to misinterpret you when ur not talking to them face-to-face. But i'm sure they understood my message..it was clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: email thn if no response, we call?&lt;br /&gt;A: maybe at end la&lt;br /&gt;B: Yup, email 1st&lt;br /&gt;C: yeah&lt;br /&gt;A: i strongly suggest u try to speak to them or call 1st so we can look 4 other place if cannot&lt;br /&gt;B: but it's quite intrusive&lt;br /&gt;Me: but school holidays they might not be in&lt;br /&gt;A: dun keep til last min!&lt;br /&gt;Me: the principal i mean&lt;br /&gt;A: i m sure they probably have staff if not guards&lt;br /&gt;C:email, if after 1 day no reply, call?&lt;br /&gt;A: its not intrusive if u dun break in like a burglar. nothing wrong with asking. then they will give u details on who to contact la!&lt;br /&gt;C: cause an email can be viewed in their convenience&lt;br /&gt;Me: will the gates be opened?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes but we need to know asap. u go cek la. it at ur place&lt;br /&gt;D: why not xy u email now.&lt;br /&gt;A: how wud i no?&lt;br /&gt;D: tmr go and ask. or tmr go and ask then email&lt;br /&gt;A: ya&lt;br /&gt;Me: erm i'm busy&lt;br /&gt;A: email now then. a short n sweet piece. not a novel&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea i noe but isnt this supposed to be a grp thing?&lt;br /&gt;B: So we should write the email s a grp?&lt;br /&gt;D: and go down as a group?&lt;br /&gt;A: we cant even meet up 2 discuss we can meet up 4 an e-mail meh? u write then paste here then we c&lt;br /&gt;C: hmm we should refer to ourselves as a group in the email, but we dun have to write together.&lt;br /&gt;A:if we r going 2 do evrything 2gether then we better move in together in 1 house then&lt;br /&gt;A: if wait here n wait there, nothing will get done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: yea but why do i hav to do everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A: ok la i wrie 4 u how? gimme a few mins then i paste here&lt;br /&gt;D: omg.&lt;br /&gt;C: Actually XY we're not trying to say u have to do everything, that's why we've been discussing the psa together :)&lt;br /&gt;B: Yeah...OK A we cna edit it together when u r done&lt;br /&gt;D: xy pls dun take all this to heart. we're trying so hard to coordinate online. bcos we all dont hv free time tgt. dun say such things can. you shld knw we wont push things to you to do alone ok. k then. we all use the time now to craft the email together? is it what u wan ?&lt;br /&gt;D: then tmr when ur free we're all free 2-3, we all go down to ur place there the pri sch and ask as a group ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no dat's not wad i meant..nvm i'll try to call thr sch tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how it went. After logging out i thought abt it for a long time and i felt i shld hav handled the situation differently. I shld hav asked for thier help, instead of sounding lke a bitch. But i was angry at how they just shoved things at me w/o thinking abt if i had the time to do it. They told me they couldnt meet up coz they had other commitments, and i was thinking, &lt;em&gt;i have commitments too. We're in the same class. &lt;/em&gt;But i guess i didnt really voice this out. Now i really dont know what to do. Everything happened so fast i dont know how to react. I apologised for wad i said ytd, but i have a feeling everything is not going back to normal. Sorry isnt a cure. I really hate myself now more than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-788839718620232419?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/788839718620232419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/788839718620232419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-just-me-against-world-and-world-is.html' title='It&apos;s just me against the world. And the world is winning.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3952464123948191507</id><published>2008-06-03T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:20:49.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reuse, Reduce, and.....................help out?</title><content type='html'>LOL. I'm becoming a fan of Ellen Degeneres....her humour is so much better than mine. E.g. on her show today it was Ellen Green Day, so she sent her staff around the country to test people on their knowledge of the environment. When asked "70% of the world is covered with........?" this plump lady replied "Dirt". But that's not all. What was more shocking was this midde-aged man who didnt even know the most basic of Green catch phrases. When asked "Reuse, Reduce, and.......?" He replied "Reuse, Reduce and....help out?" I almost ALMOST LMAO or ROFL. This guy lives in the jungle or? ahahahahaha but thanks to him my day was much MUCH brighter. but actually part of it being brighter was cause my exam is OVER. though it's only ONE exam but it's SOCIOLOGY. There're alot of terms to remember...simple things made complicated by theories and PERSPECTIVES. One thing i learnt from Sociology was the different PERSPECTIVES. There are Conflict, Interactionnist, and Functionalist perspectives. (CIF) Ok i think i can stop here. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt manage to finish the last 2 qns of the exam! There was only 1 hr, and the 1st qn took up alot of time. It was a very basic qn but normally it's the basic stuff ppl dont study cause' it's BASIC and most of us thought it wouldnt be tested. FYI: the last 2 qns accounted to a total of 20 marks. and 20 out of 100 = 1/5 of the entire ppr. 1/5 of the entire ppr gone just because of 2 qns?! But i cant blame anyone else except myself...last min studying-what you expect? I wasnt really putting my 100% during studying too. I was day-dreaming about what to do during the holidays and etc. I always day-dream alot during studying -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm feeling itchy all over right now cause' mosquitos like me alot. I try not to use the word "love" cause i find it vr vr vr mushy. I have 2 mosquito bites on my leg and hand. URGH I HATE MOSQUITOS!!! They emit irritating noises and they make me feel itchy. AND when you smack them, they look disgusting and you'll get blood all over your hands. Yet they can survive across generations. Just like cockroaches. Do you know if a nuclear war is to happen (touchwood) the cockroaches will be the only ones to survive? I think it's due to thier shells(or wings i dont know they look like shells). But i dont want shells(wings can IF they look nice and i can hide them in the clothes i wear) on me thank you xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3952464123948191507?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3952464123948191507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3952464123948191507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/reuse-reduce-andhelp-out.html' title='Reuse, Reduce, and.....................help out?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2148573462974564249</id><published>2008-05-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:22:18.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 minutes to save myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ahahahaha i'm in the dancing mood now, cause' i'm listening to 4 minutes by Madonna feat. Justin Timberlake feat. Timberland. LOL such a LONG name. Anyway thanks to David for the songs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the song cannot make me forget the Single Camera Production skills test today. WALAU. 10 mins sound like it's more than enough for a BASIC skills test right? But i didnt manage to complete it -.- I feel so dumb la...it's only a test on setting up of equipment, and some recording of Colour Bar and a Long Shot. During the group practice i did the setting up of equipment in under 7 mins. So what the hell went wrong? I'll tell you what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i couldnt find the STRING that straps the tripod legs together. that was probably the worst mistake made. IT'S ONLY A STRING LEH. And i spent 1-2 mins finding it, and since i couldnt find it, i thought the string was already loose, so i tried to spread the tripod legs. When i finally realised the string was still there, i even had difficulty in loosening. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i had trouble with the camera base plate too. I tried at least 4 times to make it slide into the tripod head, but it keeps getting stuck. Then i realised it was the stewpid knob- I think Ms Chee INTENTIONALLY tightened it. Bloody hell it was DAMN TIGHT. In the end i needed her help in loosening the knob. I think i have a problem in loosening things. I think Ms Chee doesnt like me...she CHOSE to supervise me, otherwise i would have been under Mr Pok, whom i heard is very nice to all the students he supervised. He gave hints in a very obvious way. According to Shandy, when she couldnt find the right cable, he pointed his leg towards it. AND he tapped on the monitor when he realised it was missing something. Can you imagine how i felt when she said this?=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ms Chee is really good at confusing people. I was focusing the camera when she suddenly stood up and went in front of the camera, holding the white card. So i thought, "ok so it's time to do white balance," But AFTER doing the white balance i realised i havent adjusted the colour filter to an odd number. SO, i spent another 2 mins re-doing the white balance. AND she asked "What's the value on the camera?" I stared at the viewfinder for so damn long and i couldnt see any numbers. I told her there's no number displayed, and she replied "u shld hav said earlier," I was like HUH?! Since she asked for a value, there has to be a number displayed right? If not, why ask in the first place?! Wasting my time you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i left out the last step cause' time was up. But the funny thing is, after the test i didnt feel sad or pissed at all. Until now. I feel i've been done an injustice. So do the others...especially those under Ms Chee. Maybe she wanted to confuse us to test our knowledge of the camera? And suay suay i fell for it. DUMB BELL. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2148573462974564249?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2148573462974564249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2148573462974564249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-minutes-to-save-myself.html' title='10 minutes to save myself.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6145813174081350995</id><published>2008-05-05T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:09:42.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok i'm finally updating my blog...lol now as i'm typing this i'm at Hanis Cafe in Eastpoint. It's the FIRST time i'm using Dellbell outside! XD I'm kind of excited and paiseh at the same time. Excited cause' i didnt know there's Internet connection here in the 1st place...but i wanted to give it a try and WOO! i saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Wireless@SG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wireless@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; as one of the internet providers in my list. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But i still needed to register at ICELL first. I keyed in the wrong Area Code during registration...i thought Area Code meant the first 3 numbers of the Postal Code. But i was smart enough to click on "Forgot Password" and managed to sign in LOL. But being the worrywart i am, i called ICELL to inform them i keyed in the wrong Area Code, and i changed my password. =/ I feel kind of paiseh too cause' everytime someone walks past, i can feel them staring at me. Maybe cause' i'm the only one here using a laptop, and they think i'm trying to show off. Hmm actually...maybe i am. XD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh ya and i managed to exchange my laptop carrying case for a hand-carry bag instead. The blue one i bought ytd night couldnt fit my external battery...so i called Challenger and they agreed to allow me to exchange for another one. So i decided to get the TravelPac hand-carry bag. I took quite some time to think about it cause' initially i wanted a carrying case since it looks trendy and less bulky. Plus, Amanda has a similar one too...i dont want her to think i'm trying to copy her style or smth =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway i'm going to bring Dellbell to school tml in the new bag and i hope it's comfortable to carry. It cost my Dad $32.90 you know. And i paid only 10 cents out of the full price. LOL cause' i had to top-up an additional 10 cents for the bag. XDXD So i did contribute ok. :D Btw the guy at the customer service counter was quite...good-looking. xD But i didnt talk much to him la. It's strictly business. ahahaha! Great now Dellbell is left with only 61% cell life...even though i've already reduced the brightness level. =/ Oki nvm i still have half of my Blueberry Cheesecake left. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6145813174081350995?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6145813174081350995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6145813174081350995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-im-finally-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7117201561907157855</id><published>2008-04-17T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:59:00.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Storytelling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok i'm feeling sleepy now...yesterday i woke up at 9 plus upon seeing the bright warm colours of the early sun- i've never felt so cheerful in the morning since my childhood days! =X Then today i woke up at 8 plus cause' i couldnt go back to sleep the moment i opened my eyes. Unfortunately the sun wasnt out this morning..the clouds covered it. Nowonder i felt so lazy this morning -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but i read a CHINESE storybook a few days ago...(a thin one of course =D ) It was about the author's childhood days before &amp;amp; during the WW2. In the book i found a few unrelated but interesting anecdotes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever wondered why cats hate rats? heh heh. Let me tell you why =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, in the Zodiac age, a Cat was passing by a ditch while on his way to er what u call it?Ok i'll call it the Zodiac ceremony xD. Then the Cat heard a scream for help. BINGO! it was a Rat. The Rat was trapped inside the ditch cause he was too small to crawl out of it. So it pleaded to the Cat for help. "Brother Cat, help me, please!" Since Cat has always been courageous, he put aside all thoughts of the ceremony and rescued Rat from the ditch. But the Rat didnt thank Cat, &amp;amp; all he said was :"Sorry, my mom's sick, i've to go now, " With that, Rat ran off. Cat put the matter behind him &amp;amp; continued his journey. By the time he had reached the ceremony, it was already over. Cat knew he was the last, but he wasn't sad- afterall he did a good deed today. Just then, the Rat walked right past Cat. He said, "Oh you poor Cat, why didnt you run faster?" Cat was astonished at his comment, &amp;amp; flared up immediately. He jumped at the Rat, wanting to eat that ingrate alive. But an animal was in the way, &amp;amp; so Rat escaped. Thus, till this very day, you can still see cats chasing the ungrateful rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you another story...wait- &lt;strong&gt;do you know that humans actually learnt to bury their shit from the CATS&lt;/strong&gt;?*smirks* I laughed when i read that sentence in the book. XD As usual, every story has its reason. Long long time ago, a Cat met a Tiger in the woods.(LOL Tiger....Woods. Get it?xD) The Tiger wanted the Cat to teach him how to climb the tree. The Cat, on the other hand, wanted to learn how to show his prowess. So, both made a deal to impart their skills to each other. Tiger first taught Cat his prowess-showing ability, &amp;amp; Cat was a fast-learner. But when it was Cat's turn to teach Tiger, he climbed up a tree instead, saying, "Please dont blame me for not keeping my promise, i learnt how to show off my prowess so that i can survive. But if i teach you how to climb a tree, you have an additional skill to hunt animals, &amp;amp; that makes u an even greater threat. Thus, i cant teach you," That made Tiger fuming mad. He shouted, "How dare you go back on your word?! I swear the moment you get off that tree i'll devour your flesh, crunch on your bones, &amp;amp; drink your blood to the last drop. I'll even swallow your faeces so nothing is left of you!" Upon hearing that Cat didnt dare leave the tree, till Tiger has left. And so, even till today, cats have made it a habit to bury their shit so tigers cant hunt them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas for us humans, we bury our shit cause' it looks disgusting leaving it lying around. lol after typing out these stories i feel energised. Is that normal?=/ Anyway hoped the anecdotes have brightened up your day...if they didnt then too bad :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7117201561907157855?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7117201561907157855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7117201561907157855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/chinese-storytelling.html' title='Chinese Storytelling?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5550135214737745103</id><published>2008-04-11T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:18:36.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant work with kids. Not even little girls. =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yea, i went to work this early morning, met Nicole &amp;amp; Lychee at the MRT station. I met Lychee cause' i had to pass the sushi to her before it turns stale. It was her birthday prezzie. =/ I felt cheapo giving her home-made sushi as a birthday gift &amp;amp; had to force her to meet me at 6.15AM before she goes for her medical check-up. Worse still, I WAS LATE BY 25MINS. I kept apologising thru sms, &amp;amp; i was praying the bus uncle would speed up. The bus was like a snail -.- Even on a STRAIGHT road it was travelling at the speed of a bicycle. Oki never mind, it's over. Nic called me 5 times &amp;amp; i didnt even answer any cause' i was busy worrying if Lychee had decided to return home after waiting for so damn long. Thank you so much for waiting, Lychee!! Sorry the sushi turned out hard...i'll make you a cake next year. That is, if i have an oven by then. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**Fast forward** So Nic, Joey &amp;amp; I, plus her cousins &amp;amp; other friends, reached St. Margaret's Pri on time and we were assigned to different locations &amp;amp; bus guides. Nic &amp;amp; I headed to Kampong Glam, while Joey had to go Little India alone. lol Joke of the day- "Take a deep breath there (referring to Little India)," (Not being a racist here) It was during the field trip that i realised i CANNOT work with kids, including little girls. Yes, they look sooooo cute with thier toothy grins &amp;amp; plaits, but i dont know how to start a conversation with them. I'm not a girly type of person, so i dont comment on cute stuff, or say things like "Dear, dont touch that". And since i'm not a guy, i dont have a gd sense of humour. So what did i do? I kept quiet most of the time, pretending to be amazed at whatever the guide was saying, or trying to smile when the girls laugh. So sadistic. The girls dont even call me by my name- "erm can u help me with this?" "hey do u know the answer to this qn?" Do i look so scary that they dont dare to approach me? I tried my best to smile already. =( At the end of the day, when the rest were talking abt how fun thier day went, i can only sigh. And i call myself a CMM student? How pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5550135214737745103?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5550135214737745103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5550135214737745103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-work-with-kids-not-even-little.html' title='I cant work with kids. Not even little girls. =/'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7966763961915132145</id><published>2008-04-08T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:45:07.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Red for Sore Throat.</title><content type='html'>URGH. Sore Throat again! As usual it came out of nowhere...I drank honey water, salt water, coconut juice, &amp;amp; avoided fried foods. Now i cant even eat bananas, as advised by the &lt;em&gt;Lao Ban Niang&lt;/em&gt; of the medical hall. And guess what? I ate one whole banana yesterday, AND we baked banana cake today. I ate around 4 slices cause' it smelled so nice.=/ As i'm typing this, there's a styrofoam cup half-filled with herbal tea staring at me on the table. It looks harmless, but i think it looks and smells really bad. Or else, why the styrofoam cup? They could have used a plastic one. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i spent half a day with my mom in the kitchen, "baking" the banana cakes. "baking" cause we didnt use an oven; mom put her AMC pot to good use. But the dumb recipe was too vague to bake anything right. E.g. "Fold in the flour gradually." What does fold means? Stir using a machine or hand-stir? And gradually? Wouldnt that take forever? Instead, it should have specified the time needed to "fold" the flour. -.- Hmm but if the cake turns out unsucessful, at least we have an excuse right? XD Oh and we made a HUGE mistake during preparation. Correction, I made a HUGE mistake. I was supposed to read the recipe and tell mom wad to do. But i missed out the "Bicarbonate powder (add to banana)" and "baking powder" part. But luckily mom added them just before we poured the the mix into the aluminium foil box. =X I wonder how the cake would look like if we left them out in the end. xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the cakes turned out edible, though a bit tasteless. Some tasted like muffins- crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. But banana muffins are not that bad too wad. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, and on this Friday i'll be working as a bus guide ASSISTANT for the students at St. Margaret's. I try not to use the word "kids" cause i hope they wont be naughty and get into trouble. Btw it's a girl's school. Hmm dat should be a good sign. But the school is all the way in Wilkie Road, and the nearest MRT station is DHOBY GHAUT. AND, i've to reach there by 7.30AM to meet the employer. Ok maybe i shouldnt complain...after all the pay is $30 for 4 hours &amp;amp; i was hired despite having no much work experience. =/ Ok i got to drink the herbal tea now. For the sake of my job on Friday and my throat. Bye-cycle~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7966763961915132145?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7966763961915132145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7966763961915132145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/code-red-for-sore-throat.html' title='Code Red for Sore Throat.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-1108774582086751728</id><published>2008-03-31T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:49:34.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to XiaoJia and Twin :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Yes the MLTR (Michael Learns To Rock) craze is over. xD Currently i'm not addicted to any band or singer, instead i'm trying really hard to slim down. A lot of people have told me i'm "skinny as a stick", "you're NOT fat", "you're as skinny as Clara" etc etc BUT after looking at myself in the mirror and judging from the way i eat, i need to cut down on my food intake. When i'm at home, i eat whenever i want to, and my mom doesnt restrict me. Worse still, throughout the holidays, no exercise; just wake up, eat, watch tv or use Dellbell, then sleep. Hay but I'm not a pig - Pigs dont watch TV or use computers. XD Then when i'm out, i stuff myself with junk food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Of course i wont completely stop eating...i'll just eat less during meals or avoid oily stuff. Oh and do u know u can slim down by tiptoe-ing while waiting for the bus? I learnt it from a jap anime.=D I also heard that people in other countries eat worms or insects instead. They think that the creatures can help to eat some of the food in the stomach, so that the stomach wont be absorbing ALL of the food. Weird things people do to slim down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Oya it's XJ's birthday today...this is the 3rd time i'm saying this but still- HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIAOJIA! i'm trying to lose weight but you should gain weight instead. But not too much, or i wont be able to recog&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;nise u in future.xD And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TWIN too! lol I met XJ, MH&lt;/span&gt;, and SinYee yesterday for a small gathering. This time round, it was XJ who organised it. Yay for me cause' i hate planning. =X But we didnt do much-eat, walk ard Marina Square &amp;amp; Suntec City, talk. The talking part was brief. SinYee did most of the talking, while i was busy thinking of what to say. I havent met them since Ms Tan's wedding, so maybe that's the reason. But i managed to visit Cottage Waffles Place, and ate waffle with ice-cream! it was awkward cause' i was the only one eating while XJ &amp;amp; MH were staring at me.=/ It cost me $5.80 u know. I should have ordered the waffle-wich ($2.50)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R_CsRLMFv5I/AAAAAAAAANg/SZiWQxiVJKQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183832582164692882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R_CsRLMFv5I/AAAAAAAAANg/SZiWQxiVJKQ/s320/Imported+Photos+00439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; The waffle was cut into 4 pieces, and i wished there were 2 scoops of ice-cream.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Ok never mind!Moving on...xD On the train ride home there was this IDOIT who kicked my leg. I was standing in front of him, and he was sitting with his gf. He wanted to cross his legs, so he tried to lift his leg. While doing that, he kicked my leg. I was wearing WHITE skinnies you know. So i turned around. And that idoit didnt even apologise. He just looked at his gf and started doing mushy stuff. Bloody hell. Plus, he is NOT cute. At least if he were cute, i wouldnt be so pissed. All girls would agree with me on that. So in my mind i was cursing and swearing at the idoit. But luckily i didnt let that ruin my day. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Then on the bus ride home, it brightened my day a little. I was standing with XJ, though there were empty single seats in the bus. That's cause' we wanted to chat, and so standing is a better idea. Then a lady sitting beside me, she tapped on my shoulder. She pointed at an empty seat beside her, motioning for me to sit. I felt bad rejecting her, but i did add a smile to make me feel less guilty. xD But with people like the rude guy mentioned earlier, S'pore needs a lot of help to turn into a gracious society. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-1108774582086751728?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1108774582086751728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1108774582086751728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-xiaojia-d.html' title='Happy Birthday to XiaoJia and Twin :D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R_CsRLMFv5I/AAAAAAAAANg/SZiWQxiVJKQ/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5657983914464560553</id><published>2008-03-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:23:07.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a word sensor.</title><content type='html'>Yea i was lazy to blog again. Honestly, i dont feel like blogging unless there is something interesting to blog about. E.g. gatherings, photos, arguments ( ppl love to hear negative stuff) etc etc. Hmm so why am i blogging now? Well... i know my blog entries are way too wordy for the human eye to see, so i reckon i need to limit the number of words. Thus, although there's absolutely nothing much to blog about, i'll blog anyway cause' that would mean i have less to blog about. Blog less = less words. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh actually i could upload photos from my Grandma's bday celebration...but Blogger takes forever to load them. Oya, bro has been going to the toilet for countless number of times already. He said he has tummy flu. But i think the doctor meant Gastric flu. Poor boy. He didnt eat the wrong food, and wasnt unhygienic. Someone must have spreaded it to him. (Gastric flu is airbourne.) So this means even I'M at risk too. lol speaking of this, i'm feeling some slight pulling pains in my stomach now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to the "tummy flu" bro doesnt need to wake up early tomorrow morning for Qing Ming, unlike the rest of the family. I've to sleep after blogging because i need to be awake at 4AM so we can meet my cousins and reach the cemetery tomorrow before sunrise. It's an annual tradition so i can't complain much. But it's kind of fun too- waking up damn early while the rest of S'pore is still in lala land, and i can sleep in the car:D I havent slept in a car for ages because my dad doesnt own one. And so, we'll be using my uncle's car for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, i'll be meeting XJ, MH and hopefully Lychee for an outing! FINALLY. i've been asking since weeks ago when XJ will be free and she seems pretty busy. Furthermore, her bday is upcoming Monday, thus we can celebrate it in advance for her. OH SHIT. And i havent bought a gift yet!!!! I have only tomorrow to grab something nice- maybe a pair of earrings. I CANNOT make the same mistake i did on Grandma's bday. I want bake a cake for her too! Provided Lychee's free, cause' i dont have an oven. =/ Alamak...i made a long post again. I need to get a word sensor so the moment i overtype, a loud siren will sound and i'll be too paiseh to touch the keyboard again.XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5657983914464560553?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5657983914464560553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5657983914464560553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-word-sensor.html' title='I need a word sensor.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8220151530700730097</id><published>2008-03-21T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:38:15.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like an outsider.</title><content type='html'>Just about an hour ago, i was at my grandma's 70th birthday celebration. I thought the dinner will be fun as all the previous dinners, with me crapping with my cousins and feeling the warmth of kinship. But maybe it was me feeling guilty or separated from my family during the dinner that made me feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, my 2 other cousins bought Grandma a birthday gift this year but i didn't. Every year i would make her a birthday card but this year i was too lazy to do so. I thought a card wasnt a big deal; she might just chuck it aside after reading it anyway. But i know i felt guilty that i didnt give her anything this year. Like my mom said, grandma dotes on me, much more than she did for my other 2 cousins. So i SHOULD do smth for her on her birthday. My guilt bugged me throughout the dinner. I didnt talk much to my cousin either. Worse still, i was sitting at a separate table from my family. Why? Cause i wanted to sit with my cousin and thought we'll have much to chat. Guess not. Most of the time i was looking around elsewhere, trying to find a spot for my eyes to rest on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came camwhoring sessions. My cousin was taking photos of the diff families, and I was sitting in between 2 families. So after taking the pics he realised he didnt take one for me. I gave him a wry smile, and my aunt posed with me. I felt so pathetic. It's not like i dont have a family rite? I have a family but i'm sitting away from them. Dont get me wrong, my aunts and uncles are nice ppl, but i just dont feel i fit in with them. After the dinner we also took pics outside the restaurant, and our family was the 1st to leave. When we left, i said goodbye but no one seemed to respond. They were all busy posing and snapping shots of each other- i cant interrupt just to say bye right? So i left feeling guilty and sad. The dinner that was supposed to be the highlight of the day turned out to be a resentment. I need to brush up on my social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was much more enjoyable. I spent a whole day with Jun, walking around Orchard. We're Goondos in Orchard Road. We wanted to watch a movie in Cathay Cine but we dont know where it is. We walked the opposite direction instead, AWAY from Cathay. LAWL. Thk god Jun called her bf, who told her how to get there. I 4got it was the eve of Gd Friday, and so we each paid $10 for our Semi-pro tics, instead of the $6 student price on weekdays. -.- Then thks to my brilliant idea of eating sushi during a movie, we walked to Tangs coz i thought there was a supermarket. And yes, i got it wrong. I mistook TAKA for TANGS. Baka. So we had to walk all the way back to TAKA to get our sushi. But Semi-pro was damn crappy (in a gd way) so it was worth the money and the walking i guess. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUwLMFv1I/AAAAAAAAANA/A8kFKy_8RqY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUwLMFv1I/AAAAAAAAANA/A8kFKy_8RqY/s320/Imported+Photos+00378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180217920508510034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             Korean rice cakes. Looking at the colour, i wouldnt even dare go near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUxLMFv2I/AAAAAAAAANI/rW35-T-0vAo/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUxLMFv2I/AAAAAAAAANI/rW35-T-0vAo/s320/Imported+Photos+00379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180217937688379234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             I ate POPIAH and chocolate coated marshmallows(above) for dinner.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUx7MFv3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/MmJag5h_N-Q/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUx7MFv3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/MmJag5h_N-Q/s320/Imported+Photos+00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180217950573281138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Jun complained the korean rice cakes were too sticky. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUzrMFv4I/AAAAAAAAANY/OW91v7LmOU4/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUzrMFv4I/AAAAAAAAANY/OW91v7LmOU4/s320/Imported+Photos+00381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180217980638052226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Jun + me + stranger's legs and G2000 bag behind. XD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Dellbell's battery is running low. oya- happy birthday Grandma. I know u wont be reading this but i'm really sorry i didnt get u anything for ur bday. I'll make a card for u though i promise. Ok Bonne Nuit. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8220151530700730097?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8220151530700730097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8220151530700730097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-like-outsider.html' title='I feel like an outsider.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R-PUwLMFv1I/AAAAAAAAANA/A8kFKy_8RqY/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8257225441022956198</id><published>2008-03-14T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:25:22.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Blogger works.</title><content type='html'>Oki photos uploaded!Finally. xD I hate uploading pics on Blogger cause' it takes a looong time and i can only upload abt 5 at a time.=/ And u know us girls, we just LOVE to take pics. Maybe i shld move to wordpress too. Joey let me join u in wordpress! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Sakura with my family this afternoon, and we gorged ourselves on the new variety of food offered. I love the cabbage wraps- cute and nutritious! But i 4got to bring my digicam and so, no pics. =( There was this boy sitting on the next table who was like my bro; he stuck a spoon and a stirrer into a slice of cake, making them stick out straight frm the cake. My dad said "Eh boy(my bro) your playmate on the next table,"LOL all little boys are playful. Oh and this was also the 1st time we dined frm noon all the way to the end of the lunch buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lunch we were stuffed so we walked to the bowling centre cause' my bro wanted to play pool.-.- But in the end my bro and dad played with darts instead. Yes DARTS. There's a new section for shooting darts just next to the bowling reception counter. And it's SO much cheaper thn playing pool or bowling- only $1 per game. I'm serious! It was fun looking at the pros play too. In the past Dad used to be a dart champion, so he explained to us the rules and etc. LOL Dad lost to bro in the end. SO PAISEH. xDD Ok before my post becomes an essay, i shall show u the pics! frm baking class and my pretty painted nails:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXO_8P8BI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UEp6ku-ml3s/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXO_8P8BI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UEp6ku-ml3s/s320/Imported+Photos+00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177546636809728018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Yiru in her apron outfit =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXPf8P8CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wHrfbEswQeY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXPf8P8CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wHrfbEswQeY/s320/Imported+Photos+00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177546645399662626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       And me in mine. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXPv8P8DI/AAAAAAAAALA/J97tha-VPhs/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXPv8P8DI/AAAAAAAAALA/J97tha-VPhs/s320/Imported+Photos+00335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177546649694629938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       lol i set my cam to a self-timer to take this pic. smart eh?XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXQP8P8EI/AAAAAAAAALI/jMRSBCoez2Y/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXQP8P8EI/AAAAAAAAALI/jMRSBCoez2Y/s320/Imported+Photos+00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177546658284564546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           And the cake(caramel walnut and macadamia) is out!OVEN FRESH.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXQf8P8FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DfjFk9-WN3A/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXQf8P8FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DfjFk9-WN3A/s320/Imported+Photos+00339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177546662579531858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Our prized possessions.  =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pckf8P8GI/AAAAAAAAALY/3A6AVX7qplc/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pckf8P8GI/AAAAAAAAALY/3A6AVX7qplc/s320/Imported+Photos+00342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177552503735054434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Chocolate and banana cake (BEFORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pclP8P8II/AAAAAAAAALo/n089q-LMUvc/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pclP8P8II/AAAAAAAAALo/n089q-LMUvc/s320/Imported+Photos+00344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177552516619956354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Chocolate and banana cake (AFTER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pcmP8P8KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SJIubWA8YqY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pcmP8P8KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SJIubWA8YqY/s320/Imported+Photos+00347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177552533799825570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Mini Apple pie which is NOT baked by us. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj1_8P8LI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4etXNPFWvSY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj1_8P8LI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4etXNPFWvSY/s320/Imported+Photos+00348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177560500964159666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       AH MMM. lol dat's the chef in the backgrd. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj2f8P8MI/AAAAAAAAAMI/O3uhtVb_hEQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj2f8P8MI/AAAAAAAAAMI/O3uhtVb_hEQ/s320/Imported+Photos+00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177560509554094274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Looks so fake rite?&lt;br /&gt;                    Dat's coz i've already taken a bite out of the pie b4 this pic was taken. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj2v8P8NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/L3uVBP5iwNs/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj2v8P8NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/L3uVBP5iwNs/s320/Imported+Photos+00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177560513849061586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        See those redman plastic bags? Our prized possessions are in them ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;                     And no i wasnt slacking...i done my part of the cleaning b4 taking this pic OK. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj2_8P8OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a1QbQvIj6C8/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj2_8P8OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a1QbQvIj6C8/s320/Imported+Photos+00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177560518144028898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Part of the "kitchen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj3P8P8PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DZVEzuLIUtI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pj3P8P8PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DZVEzuLIUtI/s320/Imported+Photos+00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177560522438996210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           Part of the "kitchen" two. yep those are the ovens- SO MANY RITE?=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pk_v8P8QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9NLff9IRhZo/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pk_v8P8QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9NLff9IRhZo/s320/Imported+Photos+00354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177561767979512066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    The 2 bakers-in-training! wuahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9plAP8P8RI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-q5n2ewb1iU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9plAP8P8RI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-q5n2ewb1iU/s320/Imported+Photos+00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177561776569446674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     Ok sidetrack a little...my bewtiful nails! Mel did it for me-THANK YOU MEL:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9plAf8P8SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q9Dqd2RNLqc/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9plAf8P8SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Q9Dqd2RNLqc/s320/Imported+Photos+00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177561780864413986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         In case you were wondering, the black backgrd is actually Dellbell's cover. XD&lt;br /&gt;Oki that's all for 2day! More pics up in the near future. Ja Mata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8257225441022956198?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8257225441022956198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8257225441022956198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-blogger-works.html' title='Finally Blogger works.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R9pXO_8P8BI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UEp6ku-ml3s/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-225089452843478089</id><published>2008-03-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:25:31.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's bake.Without an oven. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yay for new blogskin!and song!and poly grades!AND my baking class today.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The song that's being played on my blog now is See you again by Miley Cyrus. It's abit techno but if it can make me sing along to it, it's a nice techno song. Techno songs are more like noise so if a techno song is actually nice, give it some credit la. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oya and i decided to check my poly results today. Initially i planned to check it sometime next week, cause i wasnt confident of my results. This sem was nothing but slack and last min projects. So when i saw my grades i was stunned for awhile. Calculated my grades for duno how many times again and again, and i looked at the top of the screen to double-check on my name. lol Den told me to sum up all the grade points and divide them by the number of subjects i took this sem to get my GPA. But after hearing wad Sonam said, it turned out the correct formula  of calculating one's GPA is already in the handbook and furthermore the GPA IS ALREADY WRITTEN THERE ONLINE. XD I did all the calculating for nothing. Ah well. Ok so in short, i got 3.225 as my GPA, BUT the administrator rounded DOWN to 3.22.=( I got an A, 2 B+, a B, and a C+ (PHOTOG LA =/ ) But i'm stil damn high right now- was expecting 2 point smth as my GPA this sem. Eh i missed one pop quiz, i got a C for my damn journals, and i studied like 2 days before the exam. If i was aiming for a 3 point smth i must be crazy really. Dad on the other hand expected 3.3. =/ sorry dad told u it wouldnt happen. Will i get to keep my Dellbell then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok backtrack a little. BAKING CLASS! that was the main highlight of 2day. I went with Yiru, my sec sch tuition mate to a Phoon Huat (aka RedMan) baking class somewhere in Sims lane. SO FUN. Though we were the youngest, and also NEWBIES, the chef was nice and helped us alot. 90% of the work was done by him actually. Ok fine 80%, since we did the measurements and followed his instructions.=D So i'm proud to announce that the baking was a SUCCESS! But stewpid blogger couldnt manage to upload my pics now so i shall upload them another time.=( so save ur drool for later.XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmm i want to bake without an oven. Or rather, can someone get me an oven please? Potential future baker here you know. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-225089452843478089?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/225089452843478089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/225089452843478089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-bakewithout-oven-d.html' title='Let&apos;s bake.Without an oven. :D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6054892827434459941</id><published>2008-03-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:07:29.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie at IT Fair!=D</title><content type='html'>Ok 3 storeys is definately not enough for an IT Fair. Despite taking up 3 storeys worth of space, all the levels were damn crowded. I forgot to bring my camera and so i couldnt take photos as evidence. xD i thought CY would bring his but ah well. I also thought i would see some familiar faces in the crowd but nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one useful tip to prepare urself for an IT fair or any other fairs: DONT WEAR SLIPPERS. ppl just love to step on slippers. I myself stepped on CY's slippers for duno how many times.=/ oh and another reason is that ther'll be many ppl pulling thier trolleys around and i dont tink u want ur toes to be blue-black tml morning. I saw quite a number of ppl dragging trolleys of LCD screens and printers, but not those huge NTUC kind of trolleys, more like the ones aunties use when they are in a market. weird but true. I got a headache just looking at the configurations of the IT products; lines and lines of numbers and weird terms. But the guys seem to understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even mistook some USB ports for MP4s. LOL they look so colourful and toyish.XD Some poor promoters at the fair even had to carry banners and walk around. I also realised promoters like to use this phrase: If u need any help, come back and find me. I'm sure it's due to the commission they want to earn. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, Sony was the real highlight of the fair- it had this traditional drum session and an audio showroom. The showroom was interesting, and CY almost fainted when a showgirl standing next to us removed her blazer revealing a red spaghetti top. XD But JQ missed all the fun when he met us at ard 3pm. We were already done walking around the fair when he arrived. lol but for his sake we squeezed ourselves into the fair again to look for his Graphic card. And in the end both of them didnt buy anything; they went there just for pure research. I really get amazed by guys sometimes- they can hang around in an IT fair for hours and not buy anything. I dont tink girls can go home empty handed after going for some shopping sale. There's a phrase which describes this...i think it goes like this : A guy can spend $20 on something, while a girl can spend $10 on something she dont need. haha how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fair we walked around Marina Square looking for some place to sit cause' CY's foot was aching. But, it was around 5 plus and so, most eateries were crowded. So we headed back to TM. Joke of the day: While on the MRT to Tampines, we saw an empty seat beside us. We told CY to sit since he complained his foot hurts. But CY said he saw an old man standing so he paiseh. Then JQ replied, "you paiseh for what, you're an old man too," XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we ate at KFC and watched The Leap Years. Actually we didnt plan to watch a movie but they asked me to suggest what to do next after eating so i said "MOVIE!". And the earliest movie time was for The Leap Years. xD The movie is kinda like a fairytale but it's touching and romantic. I cant believe i cried at one point of the movie. I dont usually cry when watching local movies &amp;amp; dramas cause' i find them too cheesy. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coincidently i saw my Dad and bro on the same bus which CY and I were on. I didnt dare to wave or anything; they're bound to ask me alot of qns if they see me wif a guy or smth. But of course he's my dad afterall so i smsed him to inform him i'm on the same bus. And this was what he replied- :-)) see u later. I was lke "huh?see me later?lol wth of course i'm seeing u later." xD And so here i am, feeling hungry while i'm blogging. Sushi wasnt as filling as i expected. lol nvm i take it as i'm on a diet. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6054892827434459941?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6054892827434459941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6054892827434459941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/newbie-at-it-faird.html' title='Newbie at IT Fair!=D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-174558254171602770</id><published>2008-02-28T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:55:22.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wordiest entry yet. :D</title><content type='html'>I'm finally posting a new entry. Though i wasnt busy for the past few days, i was hooked onto the TV and the jap drama One Litre Of Tears. i've said it alot of times but i'll say it again: THE DRAMA IS DAMN SAD. i dont usually shed tears over dramas, so this one is pretty touching. I'm currently at episode 8, but i tink that's the farthest i can go since Stage6 is closing down in a few hrs. =/ i'm also downloading the torrents if u were wondering.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just realised i HAVE been busy the past few days after all.=X Saturday i was at my mom's cousin's place, on Sunday i was doing volunteer work, for both Monday and Tuesday i was at Joey's house, and just yesterday i was out with CY for a movie. LOL nowonder i cant be a gd planner. I dont even noe my dates well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Saturday. Went to JiaHui's house 1st b4 heading to mom's cousin's place, cause' we dont have transport.=( I agreed to go only because i wanted to see how rich S'poreans can be. And partly because Jiahui went too. And my guess was right. S'poreans ARE wealthy beings. Mom's cousin owns a 3 storey terrace somewhere in Thompson road, and on top of that, when we arrived at the gate, guess what was standing in the front yard. A porsche. A yellow one too. So i was lke =O , and i tink my mom was staring at the car plate number instead.XD But the interior of the house wasnt as glam as i expected it to be, and my mom's cousin is actually quite funny and friendly. No chandeliers, no nice china sets, AND no cute guys. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the highlight of the visit wasnt the nice decor, it was my mom's aunt, the mother of my mom's cousin. She suffers from Alzheimer's Disease, and her condition is severe such that she's living in a world of her own. From the outside, she seems normal because she's smiling, walking and looking around. But when she talks, we dont understand what she's saying, because she doesnt reply to what we're saying,being completely oblivious to the ppl ard her. She can talk to you for a few secs, thn suddenly walk away talking to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she asked me smth, i duno what to reply. Shld i reply? what shld i say? In the end i just stood there, looking at the floor instead. Mom told me it's ok. But i know it's not. I couldnt really be myself for the rest of the day. It just hit me hard. watching it on TV and really looking at the person is totally different. Mom said it's because her aunt's children didnt allow her to watch tv, or go out. Plus, her aunt discovered that her husband had an affair with another woman. Maybe being cut off frm the outside world and thinking too much abt the affair caused her to this state. Thus after this visit, i promised myself to be patient with my mom. If she needs me to teach her anything, i'll do so without complains. Better late thn never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fast forward to Monday and Tues...On Monday i went to Joey's hse for the 1st time, watched White Chicks and did some photography for her "treasure". XD Was laughing throughout the movie and ate nth but junk food. lol and blur queen Joey left the store's keys at home so she was late for work. tsk tsk xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn duno why i was keen to visit her hse again so we agreed to do some baking the vr next day. Baked "cookies" and muffins, PLUS we cooked some pasta. =DD that was definately the most ENRICHING day of my life for my tummy. XD! the cookies were a failed attempt- too much butter and they turned out lke pancakes. BUT they're still edible.AHAHA. Muffins were alright, just that we didnt buy paper cups so we used a glass container instead. Why glass? cause amazingly, everything was "baked" in the MICROWAVE. Joey swears by the microwave oven. Pasta was our lunch- It was made up of 80% ingredients.XD&lt;br /&gt;hmm so in conclusion, we decided that we cant be gd cookie bakers, BUT we can still make pasta and muffins. Future pasta chefs and muffiners? you be the judge. Pics below! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R8bJn_YykCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o7NBLyNnufA/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R8bJn_YykCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o7NBLyNnufA/s320/Imported+Photos+00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172042910949085218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                home-cooked pasta!see the ingredients?now u noe what i mean. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R8bJofYykDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_9USz4gSJ_c/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R8bJofYykDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_9USz4gSJ_c/s320/Imported+Photos+00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172042919539019826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             our famous cookie-pancakes!come and get it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R8bJo_YykEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-RhhaAyAoCg/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R8bJo_YykEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-RhhaAyAoCg/s320/Imported+Photos+00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172042928128954434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 this is the largest muffin u'll ever see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok u can stop drooling now.=D moving onto yesterday- watched L: Change the world with CY to celebrate his end of exams AND start of hols. lol actually i planned to watch the movie in Cine and eat Chippy's after that but due to time constraints, we went to TM instead. =/ But it wasnt that bad after all. The movie was hilarious, showing the witty side of L AKA Lawliet. Oh and after watching all 3 movies, i realised Deathnote's creators give pretty weird names for their characters. Light, L, K, Near. But still, L ROCKS. He's the weirdest and cutest jap character i know. I bet he'll look much better if he straightens his back and removes the eyeliner.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the movie we were eating SUSHI too. my suggestion. xD Thn we stayed back after the movie cause CY's bro said ther's SOMETHING after the credits. So we waited.and waited. and waited. And when that SOMETHING finally appeared, it only lasted for lke 3 secs.&lt;br /&gt;OK SPOILER AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;And all it showed was L jumping off his chair, with the sentence: L Lawliet rests in peace. We were lke: WTH? waited so long just for this? We felt so cheated. thanks ah CY's bro. lol oya but we managed to recognise a brand name among the credits. FUJIFILM. AHAHAHA. thn we had dinner at Qi Ji's. Ate Nasi Lemak and popiah. XDXD both of us ordered the same thing coz we were lazy to peel the chicken wings LOL. Well after that i was super full and on the way to the interchange we saw so many stars. Eh no, so many SATELLITES. lol according to SOMEONE only those which blink are stars. To think all this while i thought they were stars. chey. oya and i learnt some jap too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for today...nth much really. Continued watching my drama for just awhile and searched the internet for job vacancies. I saw this vacancy somewhere in Jobscentral looking for students of housewives interested in teaching pri sch kids to dance. LOL. i applied for it. But i dont tink i'll get it cause i dont hav much experience wif kids and my only working experience was the 2 wk job at Singpost.=/ Oh and i packed PART of my room 2day. I cleaned up the cupboard hiding all my bags, and filed up all my work frm last sem. but ther's stil a huge cupboard filled wif all the files and stationary waiting for me to clean.=( that will probably take me a whole day to pack. Hmm but i still have abt 7 wks left. definately more thn enough time to pack.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO look at the length of this post! i tink it's the most wordy post i've ever typed out. Word count: 1208 xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-174558254171602770?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/174558254171602770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/174558254171602770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/wordiest-entry-yet-d.html' title='The wordiest entry yet. :D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R8bJn_YykCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o7NBLyNnufA/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3770379511464847126</id><published>2008-02-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:40:11.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K - Only Human</title><content type='html'>This song is currently being played on my blog. Read the lyrics-- it's meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;  Osanai Mai     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Translation:&lt;/span&gt; Jonathan Wu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K - Only Human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the opposite coast of sadness&lt;br /&gt;is something called a smile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the opposite coast of sadness&lt;br /&gt;is something called a smile&lt;br /&gt;But before  we can go there,&lt;br /&gt;is there something we’re waiting for?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In order to chase our dreams, we can’t have a reason to run away&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got  to go, to that far away summer’s day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If we find it tomorrow, we can’t sigh&lt;br /&gt;Because like a boat that opposes the  stream&lt;br /&gt;we have to walk straight on&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In a place worn down by sadness&lt;br /&gt;something called a miracle, is  waiting&lt;br /&gt;Yet we are still searching&lt;br /&gt;for the sunflower that grows at the end  of spring&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The warrior who awaits the morning light&lt;br /&gt;before he can clasp it with red  nails, his tears glitter and fall&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even if we’ve grown used to loneliness&lt;br /&gt;only relying on the light of the  moon&lt;br /&gt;We have to fly away with featherless wing&lt;br /&gt;just go foward, just a  little further&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the rainclouds break&lt;br /&gt;the wet streets sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Although it brings  only darkness&lt;br /&gt;A powerful, powerful light&lt;br /&gt;helps push us to walk on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(http://www.cherryblossom-garden.com/3/kei-eng1.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3770379511464847126?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3770379511464847126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3770379511464847126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-litre-of-tears-title-has-meaning.html' title='K - Only Human'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8322911582461634641</id><published>2008-02-20T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:47:55.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nine weeks of holidays. dreadful or blissful?</title><content type='html'>Update.update.update. i've been telling myself to update since the MMP exam ended last Friday, but somehow i just cant get my fingers typing. It's like telling me to pack my room- my dad always nags at me to pack my "messy" room, and i just reply "OK" but in the end i won't pack it til i lost smth and need to find it.=/ Anyway nothing much has happened over the past week, except for V Day and what happened after that. But i already told myself not to think about it...will enjoy the hols while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i suddenly got this thought in my head this morning while packing the bed. Relationships are just like adopting pets- it can be fun from start, but if u dont put in effort and have no time for the pet, then it becomes a burden. Thus, after some thought over the past few nights i decided not to get into a relationship until i think i'm ready for it. And just ytd night, my mom interrupted my movie time just to tell me not to get into a relationship cause' i'm too young for it and this year all those who are born in the year of the Horse have to be wary of getting into a relationship. It's not that i disrespect my mom or anything, but i find her too superstitious sometimes. I mean, it's up to the couples to decide for themselves if the relationship will go smoothly right? And she has been harping abt the V Day gifts since the day itself. -.- I'll take it as a form of concern.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw i have NINE wks of holidays this semester. XD all projects and assignments- DONE. But i have 2 problems- i need a JOB and DRAMAS to keep my occupied. The latter is less problematic. I've asked almost everyone ard me and they don't know of any job vacancies either. Ok i do know of some vacancies but i don't think i'm up for it. =/ I'll keep asking around i guess. I want to earn money so i could spend on my own stuff instead of digging into my savings all the time. And i realise i always spend alot on FOOD. that's why i need to find somewhere cheap for the next foodbuddy outing. XD And i'm planning of going to the library during the hols cause' i havent been reading since i was sec 3 i think.=X Hmm it'll be great too if i can stay over at my cousin's place. =D I could bring Dellbell along! ahahahah. Shit i think my eyesight will get worse after the hols...i've been hogging onto Dellbell since MMP exam ended. But Dellbell's the only company i got at home. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok before i end this post, anyone that has any info on job vacancies PLEASE tag or sms or IM me. It would be much appreciated. No reward though. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8322911582461634641?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8322911582461634641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8322911582461634641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/nine-weeks-of-holidays-dreadful-or.html' title='nine weeks of holidays. dreadful or blissful?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3166079414368423764</id><published>2008-02-09T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:53:06.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos and more photos.</title><content type='html'>Bleh. Sore Throat. Supposed to be doing my MMP slides now but i feel so sleepy.=/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've done the forum reply and the online quiz. 2 down, 7 to go!&lt;br /&gt;CNY is over, and i realised i didnt really enjoy it this yr...must be due to the assignments.-.-"&lt;br /&gt;Took less photos than expected too...but still, managed to squeeze in some time to play Black Jack with my cousins, and i won some money from that too!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos from Chu Yi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiulin and me!she just likes to do dat cute pose of hers.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603ZfYyjlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oVaGmb_ap6w/s1600-h/cny1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603ZfYyjlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oVaGmb_ap6w/s320/cny1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164845258725559890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UNCLE Ryan!one bowl of prawn mee please.xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603aPYyjmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wBUX_C7Gxyo/s1600-h/cny2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603aPYyjmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wBUX_C7Gxyo/s320/cny2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164845271610461794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall give UNCLE Ryan some face and rate the prawn mee 4 out of 5.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603avYyjnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/--9OObUBiFs/s1600-h/cny3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603avYyjnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/--9OObUBiFs/s320/cny3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164845280200396402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH BING GE!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603bPYyjoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cThLsyCYjaE/s1600-h/cny4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603bPYyjoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cThLsyCYjaE/s320/cny4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164845288790331010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like a couple in this pic XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603bvYyjpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0qjGoix15Hc/s1600-h/cny5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603bvYyjpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0qjGoix15Hc/s320/cny5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164845297380265618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen and his braces.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R607-vYyjqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ulMV-KTTyEY/s1600-h/cny6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R607-vYyjqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ulMV-KTTyEY/s320/cny6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164850296722198178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payaya theif! Can someone inform the owner of this somewhat tiny tree?xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R607_PYyjrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/R3rGTidzPTA/s1600-h/cny7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R607_PYyjrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/R3rGTidzPTA/s320/cny7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164850305312132786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's smallest Payaya tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R607__YyjsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xYgoTy-28pU/s1600-h/cny8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R607__YyjsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xYgoTy-28pU/s320/cny8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164850318197034690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro and I. He looks so beng in this pic =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R608APYyjtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r4LZIgA_QZo/s1600-h/cny9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R608APYyjtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r4LZIgA_QZo/s320/cny9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164850322492002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the cars pass by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R608AvYyjuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lLfCgOy3Yek/s1600-h/cny10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R608AvYyjuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lLfCgOy3Yek/s320/cny10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164850331081936610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when all the guests have left...i took a pic in my CNY outfit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R6094PYyjvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X7BSh0-_MRs/s1600-h/cny11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R6094PYyjvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X7BSh0-_MRs/s320/cny11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164852384076304114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didint know gambling with 10 cent coins can be so fun.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R6095PYyjwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wwLlIC4k-Og/s1600-h/cny12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R6095PYyjwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wwLlIC4k-Og/s320/cny12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164852401256173314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all that concentration! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok moving on to Chu Er....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Black Jack AGAIN. Mom's brilliant idea...but JiaHui seems happy with it LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61AbvYyj1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OKlQgQ1Yt-Y/s1600-h/cny17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61AbvYyj1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OKlQgQ1Yt-Y/s320/cny17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164855192984915794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi Zhao is Mr Mysterious- used the cards to cover his face coz doesnt like to take photos -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61AbfYyj0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7Cw6oca3RQg/s1600-h/cny16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61AbfYyj0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7Cw6oca3RQg/s320/cny16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164855188689948482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr PSP and Mr Mysterious. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61AcvYyj2I/AAAAAAAAAII/ZbZVeMuVQIQ/s1600-h/cny18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61AcvYyj2I/AAAAAAAAAII/ZbZVeMuVQIQ/s320/cny18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164855210164784994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaHui and Me! omg look at my eyebags =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61AdfYyj4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/JO4_RqFecrE/s1600-h/cny20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61AdfYyj4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/JO4_RqFecrE/s320/cny20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164855223049686914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my cousins from my mom's side :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61DXPYyj7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/DTif7ixat20/s1600-h/cny27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61DXPYyj7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/DTif7ixat20/s320/cny27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164858414210387890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY i'm not the shortest when i stand on the stairs.XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61F7fYyj-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/eD-ESP_9AiQ/s1600-h/cny23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61F7fYyj-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/eD-ESP_9AiQ/s320/cny23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861236003901410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61F7_Yyj_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y3yLH-8iTyY/s1600-h/cny24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61F7_Yyj_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y3yLH-8iTyY/s320/cny24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861244593836018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the odd pair out?that's my bro's.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61F8PYykAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yXMj9z_Ehm4/s1600-h/cny25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61F8PYykAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yXMj9z_Ehm4/s320/cny25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861248888803330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaHui's flats and my pointy heels. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61F8fYykBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8maeQ6pxslg/s1600-h/cny26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R61F8fYykBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8maeQ6pxslg/s320/cny26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861253183770642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok dat's all for now. Time to continue my powerpoint slides for my grp presentation on Mon.=( Wish me luck cause' i'll really need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3166079414368423764?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3166079414368423764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3166079414368423764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/photos-and-more-photos.html' title='Photos and more photos.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R603ZfYyjlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oVaGmb_ap6w/s72-c/cny1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7486530887381947308</id><published>2008-02-04T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:43:11.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY- just another excuse for teachers to give more assignments.</title><content type='html'>**listening to The Rasmus- In the Shadows ( i know it's an old sng but i like its beat=D)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Before i do my normal post, i want to let you know something.&lt;br /&gt;CNY SHOPPING IS OFFICIALLY DONE! XD&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha. Sorry. Just cant help it. Last min shopping can be quite fun actually. Cause they're many others out there just like me, busy with stewpid school stuff, and can only shop on FRIDAY.-.- And before the shopping spree, i had to do my oral presentation. INDIVIDUAL presentation. worst of all speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like wad i expected, I SCREWED UP, badly. I was talking like a bullet train, trying hard to cram everything into 3 mins. The result? I had to skip several points in my speech. At first when i started it wasn't so bad...but after looking at the bored faces and worrying about the time limit, my mind sort of blanked out. I couldnt remember simple points, and i said something that could probably lead to a huge loss of marks. While staring at the blank wall, i said, or i whispered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shit, i forgot,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think i was too used to speaking to myself, that i forgot i was standing in front of an audience.Either that, or  i was trying really hard to be funny. But the sad case was, no one laughed.   Ben, who was right in front me could see that i was really struggling to remember without looking at the slides. He said, "Never mind it's ok," It did help a little, but in the end i still turned around and referred to the slides. WALAU. all my efforts of writing in those cue cards have gone down the toilet bowl. And i thought the practice i did at home was sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superiority complex. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony was that, AFTER the nerve-wrecking speech, i could remember everything in the slides. -.-" i can only say: WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;I really wish presentations could be delivered IN THE DARK, or with an BLINDFOLDED audience.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the INDIVIDUAL presentation is finally over, and there's nth i can do about the grades.&lt;br /&gt;NOW, wad's worrying me is the GROUP presentation and the pile of assignments given to us in a nice wrapped up box tied with a red ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my TO-DO list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMP exam- ???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;French online quiz- 1st - ?? (stay back aft sch on Tues and do wif Madhu)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MMP forum- 10th Feb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Photog quiz- 11th Feb ( ASK MADHU FOR TIPS!=/)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Journalism IWA3- 11th Feb (call Mr Selven to review topic)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Group presentation- 11th Feb (meeting on this Tues after photog)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Photog essay- 12 Feb (arrange meeting wif Amalina and BRANDON ASAP)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;French speaking test- 14th Feb (meet up with Kay on the 11th)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MMP forums- 17, 24th Feb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  The Photography quiz and the MMP exam are enough to ruin my CNY this year. Though poly students have thier LONG holidays, being assigned this many projects makes up more than enough for it. In short, IT'S NOT WORTH IT. Even JC students like Wei Liang can laugh at me now. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER MIND. I shall not let the teachers or the education system spoil our CNY mood. i WILL get them done by the deadlines. "If i can't, then i must."--- inspirational quote from ADAM KHOO LEARNING TECHNOLOGIES.=D But i wonder if it really works. After all, the heart-warming effect only lasted for 2 weeks. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok before Dellbell's battery runs out..HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR IN ADVANCE TO ALL!:D&lt;br /&gt;hongbaos. food. new clothes. gatherings. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7486530887381947308?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7486530887381947308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7486530887381947308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-just-another-excuse-for-teachers-to.html' title='CNY- just another excuse for teachers to give more assignments.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-1907742596296893279</id><published>2008-01-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:03:06.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the photos...</title><content type='html'>Ok EMO PERIOD over!&lt;br /&gt;Shall be myself now...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm done journalling! i asked ppl to congratulate me.xD And, i decided to post some nice pics on my blog...so be grateful. JQ even asked me for some grp pics ytd..just to look at CHIO BUs. -.- guys...&lt;br /&gt;I also realised i'm beginning to enjoy my poly life. Maybe because i met some nice ppl frm I-guides. OR maybe cause this is the most slack semester among the 3 yrs.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK PICS UP!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Ben, who's PROMOTING his shoe.xDD but he ate it instead.XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iswO4BiJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fCjtAI2BghE/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iswO4BiJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fCjtAI2BghE/s320/Imported+Photos+00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159063317779679378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we have Nicole! SMILE=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5itmu4BiKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_BDJz7CmFwk/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5itmu4BiKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_BDJz7CmFwk/s320/Imported+Photos+00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159064254082549922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know u guys have seen this pic before..but it's SWEET.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iuHO4BiLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oBJ-wdUDOcY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iuHO4BiLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oBJ-wdUDOcY/s320/Imported+Photos+00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159064812428298418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhu and Sonam...they look lke sisters here.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iuxe4BiMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wMOGFDMb05g/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iuxe4BiMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wMOGFDMb05g/s320/Imported+Photos+00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159065538277771458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LELONG LELONG!Brandon for $6!!come and get it!XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5ivZu4BiNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Oc9ozftVnBc/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5ivZu4BiNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Oc9ozftVnBc/s320/Imported+Photos+00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159066229767506130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL my second snowman...dont say i didnt give credit to u ah...THANK YOU DEN.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iwke4BiPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cbtXttht4zU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iwke4BiPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cbtXttht4zU/s320/Imported+Photos+00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159067513962727666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i just feel like laughing when i see this pic.i didnt know ONIONs look so blur.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5ixKu4BiQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/agmWZ9ZoQK0/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5ixKu4BiQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/agmWZ9ZoQK0/s320/Imported+Photos+00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159068171092723970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Infernal Affairs 4?directed by ME.AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5ixy-4BiRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0ImymcULD0g/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5ixy-4BiRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0ImymcULD0g/s320/Imported+Photos+00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159068862582458642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er...uncle ur trying to push or pull him?XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iyPO4BiSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S1Xvvt4G68s/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iyPO4BiSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S1Xvvt4G68s/s320/Imported+Photos+00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159069347913763106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol re-living the childhood days...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iy7u4BiTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_jrcYWAM_DY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iy7u4BiTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_jrcYWAM_DY/s320/Imported+Photos+00148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070112417941810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only say: awwww.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5izfu4BiUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ACeIGv0e0TE/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5izfu4BiUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ACeIGv0e0TE/s320/Imported+Photos+00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070730893232450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Jade MILK PORRIDGE! MMMmmm...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5i0Vu4BiVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Yb7lz7ro6Bs/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5i0Vu4BiVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Yb7lz7ro6Bs/s320/Imported+Photos+00178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071658606168402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's necklace! so artistic isnt it?the angle i mean.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5i1H-4BiWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ohHnTQabVJQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5i1H-4BiWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ohHnTQabVJQ/s320/Imported+Photos+00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159072521894594914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp pic! during photog...lol weird poses XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5i19e4BiYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ACPvcQFc8TE/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5i19e4BiYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ACPvcQFc8TE/s320/Imported+Photos+00239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159073441017596290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oki so that's all i have...anyway i wont be blogging for the meantime so this shld account for it.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-1907742596296893279?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1907742596296893279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1907742596296893279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-comes-photos.html' title='here comes the photos...'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/R5iswO4BiJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fCjtAI2BghE/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-1391108312301040543</id><published>2008-01-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:35:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just a dream.</title><content type='html'>I decided to let go. It has been exactly 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;All this while i thought i was the one at fault. I thought i was the one who led you on the wrong track. But it turned out, you were the one who gave me the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've only known each other for 9 days, and throughout this period of time i cant really be myself, and neither could i sleep. But i had a feeling that it was over since the last day of Open House. And i was right. No smses, no calls, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i'm not going to sms u, not going to call u, not going to dwell on the past. But i dont mind being friends. I know it's going to be tough being just friends, but still it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise i will be myself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-1391108312301040543?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1391108312301040543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1391108312301040543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-just-dream.html' title='It was just a dream.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5415964433608952669</id><published>2007-12-31T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:13:51.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news or Bad news?</title><content type='html'>Currently wearing contacts.Apparently, it's not as clear as i expected.=/ or maybe cause' my eyes are too dry? I have to blink at least 3 times to get a clear view...and the contacts costs more than $100. I guess i wont be wearing contacts permanently, since it wears me out all the time. But i've already bought 7 months worth of contacts, and so i'll wear them till their shelf lives have reached their peak since it'll be such a waste to leave them to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And newsflash: Mom &amp;amp; Dad patched up on Saturday. I don't know if this is considered good news or bad news, but the duration of the cold war was shorter than i expected. And Dad sent a sms to Mom on the 28th: Sorry, forget what i've said, i dont mean it. I love you. I was quite shocked that Dad actually plucked up his courage to send that sms. But then again, Mom questioned his sincerity. She wondered, why cant he just apologise face-to-face? But i tink i noe the answer. Dad's a chivalrous man, and so, it's impossible for him to admit he was in the wrong for an issue that has affected us over the past 10 years. But at least he bothered to apologise and express his feelings in the sms. I've nv seen this side of him my whole life. Anyway, i've decided to wish that my parents wont quarrel as one of my new year resolutions. And if they do quarrel, i hope they will do it less often. Last year i didnt include this in my new year resolutions, and this might be why they quarreled a few times this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other new year resolutions, i wish that my family,relatives, friends, including me(am i being greedy?), will be healthy and safe. I also wish that i could be my real self in front of people, and improve relationships between me and the people i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i have much more to wish for, but i'll try to keep it to 3 for this year. Oh and pics from my Genting trip will be up soon. Though i was down wif sore throat and fever while i was in Genting, i still enjoyed my stay. Thanks to the concern from my family, Ryan and Kelvin's family. I dont mind going there again next year with them:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5415964433608952669?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5415964433608952669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5415964433608952669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='Good news or Bad news?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3035455996495063867</id><published>2007-12-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:59:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dispute 2</title><content type='html'>My mind is messed up right now. Thinking of too many things at the moment, and to make things worse, the tears from my eyes are making my vision blurred. Just cant seem to stop crying. I wished i had spoken up when my parents quarreled over a stupid issue just now. It's stupid because they always quarrel over the same thing. "Don't criticize MY family." I mean, they're MARRIED, aren't they? So my Dad's side and my mom's side are considered ONE family right? And since they always quarrel, why did they get married in the 1st place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say who's right &amp;amp; who's wrong in the quarrel, but i knew something would happen when Mom started talking about my paternal grandma. It has always been like that...quarrels would always be sparked off by family matters, or rather, money matters. But not OUR family matters. Instead, their own family matters. It's like my parents care more about their respective families than our family. And just now, they quarreled because my mom commented about my paternal grandma, saying she always likes to comment on the pile of clothes left unwashed, instead of helping out. She said something like "She only knows how to talk, but never helps," If i were dad, i would feel angry too. But that doesn't mean he can hurl insults at my maternal grandma, who has nothing to do with the quarrel whatsoever. And as usual, Mom broke into tears, and sought her room for comfort. She also vented her frustrations on the furniture. As always. Bing.Bang.Piang. Dad also continued shouting for another 10 mins. And he said something which not only hurt my mom, but me as well. "If i go for a divorce, how will you survive? You think you can survive?How many jobs have you switched so far?" This just shows how little he thinks of women. And if they were to apply for a divorce, seriously, i won't go against it. Why? Because it makes them happy. If it can prevent them from quarreling, and to let them live for themselves instead of us, i really won't mind. Afterall, for these 17 years, they have been doing so much for us. Now it's time they do something for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to visit the doctor this morning too. But due to this conflict, my brother and I were told by my dad that we wont be going today. I was pissed. It's like the argument is more important than our health. Then awhile later i suggested going to see the doctor with my bro instead. He agreed, but in the end i decided not to. If my bro &amp;amp; I were to leave the house to the both if them, imagine what could happen? One has a bad temper, and another is violent. No way will either give in. Then later on Dad wanted to bring us to the doctor. But i insisted on staying back. Mom once said she will never do stupid acts like committing suicide over a quarrel, but when one is really depressed, he or she wont be in the right state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that my bro can pretend nothing has happened and continue to watch tv, and do nothing to help. Sometimes he even makes things worse. For a 14 year old, he's really blur. But i cant say i'm much of a help either. I have a lot to say in my mind when my parents were quarreling, but i just cant express it. I can only hold back my tears, and hope it'll be over soon. Maybe i'm scared of my Dad. Maybe i don't want to be part of their argument. Maybe  i'll only understand their predicament when i get married in the future.  That's what my mom always says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that everything will go back to normal in a few wks time. As usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3035455996495063867?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3035455996495063867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3035455996495063867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/dispute-2.html' title='dispute 2'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7056261443136123868</id><published>2007-12-13T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:56:52.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money can buy happiness, no?</title><content type='html'>**now watching To Grow With Love episode 8 =D**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to make others who are still having thier exams jealous, but my exams are OVER.well, temporarily. And it wasnt really considered an exam cause' there are more difficult papers yet to come.=/ BUT, the "break" is here, and it's a preety long break too.XD Since my exams ended just YESTERDAY, i have about 18 days of "break" =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i went window shopping yesterday straight after exams with Nicole, Manda, Mary-Anne, Clara, Cass, AND Alvin.LOL. He was the only guy la, &amp;amp; most of the time, our personal porter.ahahaha. And guess what? Everyone bought at least something, except for me, who went home EMPTY HANDED. Clara bought a scarf, Cass bought a super-duper-mini skirt, Manda bought a pair of skinnies &amp;amp; something else from ZARA,(which is a damn expensive place to shop, to me at least.) Mary-Anne bought a jeans skirt &amp;amp; also smth frm ZARA, while Nicole bought a top from TopShop &amp;amp; this jacket, ALSO frm ZARA which costs $50 plus. She said it was cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait.That meant ALvin didnt buy anything too!lol i'm slow. But he said he wanted to buy this shirt frm Guess which costs $120.-.-"" I personally dont think it's worth it. It's just a plain long sleeved shirt with some graffiti design on the back. And being the thrifty me, I suggested going to Bugis instead, hoping i can at least grab smth to satisfy my shopping hunger b4 i head home. But Nicole's legs were aching due to her high heels, &amp;amp; it was already ard 7pm when we reached Bugis. SEE LA NICOLE DONT WEAR HIGH HEELS WHEN U SHOP.XD Oh and shopping always gives me headaches=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was damn hilarious to see the trio-Nic, Manda &amp;amp; MaryAnne singing Xmas carols while walking in Orchard(kinda loud too ahaha)...if they were to stand in a row and sing in the underpass, people might even start throwing coins into a can.XD! Alvin said he didnt noe them &amp;amp; went to the back instead LOL. Then there was once when we were walking from one mall to another, we passed by this guy who was handing out flyers. He stood on the left of Cass, so he gave her one. Then he stretched out his hand just to hand Clara, who was on the RIGHT side of Cass, another flyer.LOL it was so obvious he only looked out for chio bus la! Nic &amp;amp; I were on the right of Clara, and we were lke, WTH? We felt pissed that he gave to them and not us. XD Guys will always be guys. Then in the end Clara accidently ripped off the leg of the gingerman flyer, and it turned out that she could actually exchange the leg of the gingerman for a free teddy!BUT, she has to be one of the first 20.LOL. So her reaction was, "Great, it's too late to exchange for the teddy AND now i'm left with a ripped flyer," XDXD So i guess heaven is fair afterall? AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday night though i was freaking tired frm all the walking, i managed to drag myself to the computer &amp;amp; use MSN.haha. Poor CY was struggling with his exams, and cant concentrate. I wish i can help but i also duno how.=/ Then i stayed up till 2am chatting online since it has been ages i used MSN.xDD Somehow JQ was in a gd mood ytd and we had a nice chat. But we found out we're both sad people. Haiz. Oh and including CY too. LOL. And i'm waiting for JQ to pass me the anime cds so i can kill time...Oya i'll be leaving for Genting on the 23rd, not the 22nd paiseh. 22nd is my bro's bday lol &amp;amp; i havent though of wad to buy...he gave me SEAWEED as my former bday prezzie, so mayb i shld buy GUMMY SWEETS for him. His all-time favourite AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of everyone around me flying to some faraway country during the hols makes me sad. Cause' it reminds me of how poor i am.WAHHHH. I cant go for the Australia study trip either=( It's lke the 5th time im going to Genting...&amp;amp; the ppl i'm going with dont take theme park rides. then what's the point of going? I wana go Australia or Japan...anyone willing to sponsor me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7056261443136123868?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7056261443136123868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7056261443136123868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/money-can-buy-happiness-no.html' title='Money can buy happiness, no?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6953963885240436231</id><published>2007-11-25T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:44:08.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A celebration turned into a tragedy.</title><content type='html'>There was only one word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i don't have to right to comment on the issue, but i just pitied those who died in the Dragonboat tragedy. The dead bodies of the 5 missing dragonboaters were found just this morning. Being a Singaporean, of course i felt remorseful. I mean, it's not just one, but FIVE who were found dead. A few moments ago, before i checked the CNA website, i was still hoping that at least some will survive. And to make it more saddening, they were so young. The eldest was 30 years old, &amp;amp; the youngest, aged 20. The latter was the only son in his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ST 2day, one Qn hit me hard.Why weren't the dragonboaters wearing lifejackets in the first place? Perhaps the lifejackets would have added extra weight to the boat.Perhaps the lifejackets would be more of a hindrance than a help. But perhaps, they could have been saved if they had worn lifejackets. I was a swimmer once, &amp;amp; i know how tiring it was to tread water so as to keep urself afloat. What more, 40 hrs? The missing dragonboaters werent found until 40hrs after the incident. With the lifejackets, they could hav stayed afloat, &amp;amp; the search would hav been easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder cousin is a dragonboater in his school as well. So maybe that's why i'm so into this incident. I dont know...it just hits me hard when i saw the news. It was supposed to be a happy occasion rite? The ppl in Cambodia were celebrating thier festival when this tragedy occured. Even with 200 ppl in the search team, the bodies werent found til this morning. What's more frustrating is that, we, as the 'audience' cant do anything to help. We can only stand by our Tv sets &amp;amp; buy newspapers in order to know of the latest situation. Thank god we have the Internet. Or else i wont even know what has happened until i watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the next step for the govt is to find out the cause of their deaths, which is the least they can do for the deceased &amp;amp; thier family members. The faster they find out the cause, the better we can prevent another similar incident frm happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.I was supposed to be reading up on Photography for the pop quiz coming up this week but i dont have the mood to study anymore. Isit just me or is everyone else affected deeply by this tragedy? Hope that time will heal all wounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6953963885240436231?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6953963885240436231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6953963885240436231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/celebration-turned-into-tragedy.html' title='A celebration turned into a tragedy.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2765833947825237667</id><published>2007-11-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:29:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies.Can someone cut off its wings?</title><content type='html'>it has been far too long. So i decided to forego a little tiny bit of my sleep to blog. no sacrifice, no victory. eh wait.what am i saying? lol sorry la i just watched transformers a few hours ago. AND I MANAGED TO BORROW THE PIRATES 3 DVD FRM JOS.muahaahah. i have my resources. But it wasnt as clear as expected...cause' you know *ahem* yea u get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what i've been 'busy' with the past few weeks-Mom's bday, Ms Tan's wedding on Sat, My bday, Brandon's and my bday celebration, ASSIGNMENTS, and on Friday i went bag-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mom's bday, i baked her a cake!yep and a MANGO cake too.BEAT THAT.HA.Er but the cake was like 80% whip cream.BUT.BUT.there were TWO layers of fresh mango slices.AND mom was in love with it.LOL. although i have to admit i couldnt hav done it w/o lychee &amp;amp; her mom's help...i went to her hse so i could use her oven-i dont have an oven at home =( . I also realised baking can be so demoralising.i shld hav taken pics of the failed experiments and post them here. We had to bake THREE times cause' the 1st cake didnt expand well,so it was FLAT.Then, the 2nd time, the cake was OK,BUT despite being refrigerated,the mango on the cake surface ROTTED.So only the 3rd time it was considered real success.And it was lychee's mom who did the baking on the 3rd round.so lychee,if u happen to see this post, HELP ME THANK UR MOM.oh and THANK YOU TOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Nov 3,i went attended Ms Tan's wedding.What a way to celebrate my bday.lol.Then i realised i shldnt have showed others i brought a camera.Cause' in the end i had to send the pics to my classmates...but sorry you guys,photos would have to wait.photographer is busy these days.XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a big THANK YOU to those who remembered my bday,brightened up my day with wishes,bought me prezzies,and celebrated my bday for me. This includes my family of course.lol this yr my bro bought me a pack SEAWEED as a gift.THANKS AH.so special.ahahaha.Then dad gave me money for bag-shopping,while mom handed me an angbao.Practicality indeed.xDD Lychee and Xiaojia bought me a FROGGIE health bank as well,which reminded me of my sec sch days.lol. Then on Nov 6, Joey,Manda,Cass,Clara,Maryanne,Alvin,Nic,Ben and Iman celebrated Brandon's and my bday at Swensons.CHOC FONDUE!ahaha.thank you.really.I'll send the pics ASAP.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel accompanied me for bag-shopping just 2 days ago too.But sadly,ONCE AGAIN,i didnt buy any bags.I admit i'm darn picky.I'm looking for a sling bag which has, metal studs on the sides(so it can carry heavy stuff), made of 'leather'(salesppl call PVC bags leather sometimes), has a design i like,and is within my budget of $40. Maybe this is the reason why i cant find a suitable bag til now.REQUIREMENTS TOO HIGH LA.=/ So the next time i go bag-shopping, it might be better i go alone. fickel-minded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought this entry wil be a short one...ah wells.what's done is done. urgh i hope my flu recovers soon.or else.or else.or else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2765833947825237667?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2765833947825237667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2765833947825237667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-fliescan-someone-cut-off-its-wings.html' title='Time flies.Can someone cut off its wings?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-4553329788481558759</id><published>2007-10-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:33:47.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No reservations.=D</title><content type='html'>Hmm being busy is kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;It's way better then being trapped at home and daydreaming as always. And my version of 'busy' is different from the rest i'm sure. When ppl say they're 'busy', it normally means they're busy with WORK. In my case, i''m busy with outdoor trips.=D So now u know why i like being 'busy'.XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nvm, the point is, I'M BOOKED FOR THE WK.YAY!Finally!No more staying at home waiting for ppl to ask me out.No more logging into MSN and complaining to my frens abt how bored i am during the hols.No more staring at the com screen waiting for frens to login to MSN so i can have a chat with them in order to pass time.And most importantly, MORE BONDING SESSIONS!There.I've said it.Bonding with people is nice. As in, getting to know more abt thier true self, and making it easier for me to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the Sentosa outing with me cousins on Sunday. But Joven, Jim &amp;amp; my bro missed out on the fun.Especially that odd brother of mine, which decided to back out at the last minute. Sadly for him, we had fun. Loads of fun. Kudos to Ah yen, who brought a volleyball, soccer ball, and a mini soccer ball.LOL. And Ryan had a pair of sunglasses which became the object of our camwhoring session afterwards.xDDD We felt he looked lke a lifeguard with those sunglasses.AHAHHA.Ryan the future lifeguard?lol plus Mel too.lolol. Oh &amp;amp; Mel wanted to take a photo with the REAL lifeguard at the Siloso beach but she was too 'shy'.ahahaah but we managed to take a photo of the lifeguard's shack after he went off-duty.LOLOL. nice. Oh oh &amp;amp; the Skyride was THRILLING. wuahaha esp since we were barefooted.XD! The girls were scared thier slippers would fall off, so we removed them and held them tight. The guys took the Carlsberg SKy Tower instead, which i thought was pretty boring. It was  slow &amp;amp; cost $12 per person.EXPENSIVE SIA. But i think they took pics.:D After the rides it was ard 9pm so we left Sentosa for Vivocity to eat dinner...at Food Republic-which is another money-eating place. Wonton noodles cost lke $4 per plate, AND it wasnt even nice to begin with. Should hav just grabbed some you tiao to go with the soya bean milk.-.- Ryan also wanted to visit the arcade but it was late and everyone had to go home.LOL &amp;amp; i was actually thinking of playing Daytona.XDXD Oya, i also have to give credit to the skies for being lenient that day &amp;amp; spared us the rain.And also to Dennison who told me to 'trust the skies' LOL.I didnt think it would work.So one lesson learnt-NEA can also make mistakes sometimes.AHAHAAH.=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow look at the time.and the length of this post.O.O I think i took ard 1 hr to type all this out.xD Oki i shall save my energy for Thurs-FRIED ICE CREAM!=D and btw, ppl who use vulgarities for no reason whatsoever,suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-4553329788481558759?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4553329788481558759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4553329788481558759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-reservationsd.html' title='No reservations.=D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3990408277904177003</id><published>2007-10-09T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:06:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fried ice-cream?Sentosa?can i have both please?=(</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.Chatting with around 4 ppl on MSN now.Eh no, should be counted as 2 ppl because the other 2 dont seem to reply -.- Anyway, i was checking out the Ice Cream Chefs website a while ago. After chatting with Yiru for sometime i too hav this sudden craving for FRIED ICE CREAM. Actually after looking at the pics, i felt it shouldnt be called FRIED ice cream, cause' technically, there's no 'frying' involved. Just mixing ice cream with toppings on a granite slab. And yea, it's definately more pricey &amp;amp; more sinful thn regular ie cream. But it's FRIED ice cream leh. Human beings are natually curious about new stuff rite? LOL. I heard 'Cold Rock' at Holland V also sells the same stuff, but it's more pricey. ah well i shall ask CY if he has been to the store before since he works in some high end restaurant at Holland V. I wont reveal the name of the restaurant here or it'll become free advertising. ahahaah. But thn again, ain't i doing free publicity for the 2 ice cream stores too?LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; ytd i went for drama again. Before drama, as usual the drama ppl would meet for lunch. Drama ppl refers to the girls-Amy, Amanda, Serina, Sabrina, Kezia, and me. But due to Design sch's weird timetable, design sch students started sch since last wk.So Serina &amp;amp; Kez wont be coming to drama. Sabrina was at her granny's hse ytd, so i met Amy &amp;amp; Amanda for lunch.AS EXPECTED, i was the earliest.LOL even though i left the hse late, i reached TM on time &amp;amp; both of them were extremely late. ahahaah. But it was fun stil. Ate at LJS-request for more crumbs was rejected, &amp;amp; suddenly out of nowhere we were talking abt Facebook &amp;amp;  8 Days editor Tommy Wee. ahaahh. Then off to the arcade to play Daytona!WOO~ I GOT 1ST IN THE RACE.MUAHAHAHA. that aside, there were these 3 little boys playing the machines b4 us. I tink they hav nowhere else to spend thier money lavishly, so they chose the arcade.-.- We waited for lke 10mins for them to run out of coins,and one of the kids-a chubby boy, continued racing despite his frens leaving &amp;amp; he was a really bad racer. He got the last place for consecutive times. I'm not trying to be mean, but really, if ur a bad racer, &amp;amp; u see crowds of ppl behind u waiting to play the game, u shld give way rite? Maybe i'm just impatient.Or maybe i'm just jealous of his wealth.LOL. Amanda kept asking me to join Facebook too.lol but i doubt i'm goin 2 join anytime soon.I'm just plain lazy.Have to add my frens all over again.ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the other hand, i'm planning an outing for my cousins AGAIN.lol this time we might go to...SENTOSA!XDXD But i doubt we'll be goin for the attractions-$19.90 for admission to Underwater World &amp;amp; Dolphin Lagoon.-.- I don't print money notes u noe.xDDD And if we go to the beach, what can we do there?Build sandcastles &amp;amp; watch couples kiss &amp;amp; make-up?LOL.I dont want a suntan either-i'm dark enough thk u.ahaha.Most of my frens who went to Sentosa suffered frm SUNBURN even though they applied sunscreen.=/ ahhhhh.BUT I WANT TO GO OUT.hmph.My hols are almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3990408277904177003?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3990408277904177003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3990408277904177003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/fried-ice-creamsentosacan-i-have-both.html' title='fried ice-cream?Sentosa?can i have both please?=('/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5761323341554626850</id><published>2007-10-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:43:22.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i need at least 10 hrs of sleep. =/</title><content type='html'>I need more sleep.Yesterday i was SUPPOSED to sleep at ard 12am, BUT i kept thinking abt so many things that i finally slept at ard an hr ltr -.- It was mostly because i was reminded of what Serina said before drama last week. She was talking about some ghost story she heard frm someone abt NS camp. Damnit.i knew i shldnt hav listened. I was so freaked out that i woke up ard 6am and changed rooms because i was sleeping alone. And i'm a light sleeper so it took me some time b4 i could go back to sleep. So right now, i'm having a splitting headache. AND right now, i'm still chatting with 3 ppl on MSN. Though i dont feel lke going to drama tml, i cant skip drama again cause' i've already skipped it last week. And actually i lke hanging out with the girls in drama. lolol. I'm contradicting myself here.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.oh. And did i mention i helped Mom with the chores these days?HEHE. I'm a klutz in the kitchen but i can be a good helper.=D Yesterday, i helped to wrap the wontons so they can be prepared for dinner, &amp;amp; i also did some ironing today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RwTB8jhsjrI/AAAAAAAAADg/HBQawbdTM8w/s1600-h/DSCF0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RwTB8jhsjrI/AAAAAAAAADg/HBQawbdTM8w/s320/DSCF0877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117428322672610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RwTB8zhsjsI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mfk3-wi2V2Y/s1600-h/DSCF0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RwTB8zhsjsI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mfk3-wi2V2Y/s320/DSCF0862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117428326967578306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the photos above?SO TEMPTING RIGHT.Even Weiliang almost touched his com screen leh.muahahaha. FYI: I wrapped ALL the wontons, AND took the photos. i think i'm getting better at photography.(self-praise xD) I'M DOING SMTH USEFUL FOR A CHANGE. But no, i'm NOT doing all these to get into my mom's gd books, i'm just trying to kill time at home.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, a few days ago i started to add more of my pri sch frens...turned out that some of them cant remember me.=/ It's kinda sad but funny at the same time. Zhi Ming kept asking me who i was and was desperately trying to figure out my identity. XD I admit i'm VERY slow because i've only added them in MSN just recently. So i cant blame them if they dont remember me. It has been lke 5 years since i've last met them. So u can imagine how ecstatic i was when i found out thier email addresses. x) ...But i seldom chat with the girls though. Dont know why. Morever i heard that there's going to be a gathering for all RSS 5/6 ppl in December. It's not confirmed yet, but i dont know if i shld go-afterall it's been a long time since i met them, and it's kinda awkward. I mean, sure, i can chat with them on MSN, but when it comes face-to-face, i just blank out &amp;amp; keep quiet. The same thing happened when i met Diane for lunch a few mths ago. We didnt talk much, &amp;amp; the lunch ended fast. I think that's my problem with drama too. Whenever the seniors give us a scene for us to act, i cant think on my feet. It makes it worse when they're so many ppl staring. Perhaps i shldnt have joined drama in the 1st place. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. My eyes cant take it anymore!! I'll stop here for today. I WILL SLEEP EARLY TODAY!*fingers crossed* P.S: i just added a JAP music playlist on the right-enjoy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5761323341554626850?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5761323341554626850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5761323341554626850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-i-need-at-least-10-hrs-of-sleep.html' title='i think i need at least 10 hrs of sleep. =/'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RwTB8jhsjrI/AAAAAAAAADg/HBQawbdTM8w/s72-c/DSCF0877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2266453284196138467</id><published>2007-09-29T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:33:12.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The un-named quiz that's being passed around.</title><content type='html'>1. (the person who tagged you is) -&lt;br /&gt;Cy aka the old man aka CHI KO PEK  lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) –&lt;br /&gt;he's one of my good friends...someone u can talk a lot of crap with,&amp;amp;  sometimes i dont get his jokes.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) -&lt;br /&gt;-Comical&lt;br /&gt;-A thinkerer&lt;br /&gt;-Talkative&lt;br /&gt;-Happy-Go-Lucky kind of person&lt;br /&gt;-And a VERY lame person.ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) -&lt;br /&gt;He chatted on the phone with me for around 2 hrs when i needed some advice. It was around 1am when the conversation ended. So yea...i'm grateful for that.THKS CY!lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (The most memorable words he/she has said to you) -&lt;br /&gt;sian ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) -&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably laugh non-stop cause' everytime i look at his blur face i'll feel lke laughing XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) –&lt;br /&gt;i'll find out what's wrong cause' he's the type that make more friends than enemies?lol he's usually the cheerful type ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) -&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA.Maybe cause' i tell lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) –&lt;br /&gt;Give credit to him cause' he tagged me for this quiz.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) -&lt;br /&gt;The happiest old man i've met so far.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) -&lt;br /&gt;they'll feel bored when they're around me cause' i dont talk much.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) –&lt;br /&gt;being able to chat for hrs on MSN Messanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (the characteristic you hate about yourself is) –&lt;br /&gt;being able to chat for hrs on MSN Messanger but not able to talk much to people in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) –&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, Joey. I think she can handle her school life, social life &amp;amp; work pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) –&lt;br /&gt;I might not talk much, but i actually do care. And i hope you guys out there can take the initiative to know me better cause' i dont open up to people. But i'm working on it.really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;-in random order-&lt;br /&gt;Joey, Nicole, Madhu(though i know she'll never get to do this quiz cause' she doesnt even noe my blog add =/) XJ, Jun, CY, JQ, TF, Nicholas, Lychee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.finally i'm done with this quiz. It's already 2.52am for ur info.xDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2266453284196138467?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2266453284196138467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2266453284196138467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/un-named-quiz-thats-being-passed-around.html' title='The un-named quiz that&apos;s being passed around.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6395243414263666945</id><published>2007-09-27T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:02:55.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I STILL WANT MY SLING BAG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RvqPYDhsjpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4KxKVhj9bM8/s1600-h/DSCF0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RvqPYDhsjpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4KxKVhj9bM8/s320/DSCF0827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114557970258890386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                LOL.i look lke a kid in this pic.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RvqPYThsjqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YmdQmjTdo9s/s1600-h/DSCF0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RvqPYThsjqI/AAAAAAAAADY/YmdQmjTdo9s/s320/DSCF0830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114557974553857698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                I like this pic.=D&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.Dad's not back yet.AGAIN,he went for mahjong, &amp;amp; as expected, he would return at around 3am to see me staring at the computer screen. I'm scared to sleep alone la. Afterall i'm a girl rite?lol but yea i know i'm already 16 plus &amp;amp; SHOULD be able to sleep by myself in a room.But still....ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed at my mom's persistence in not letting me get a new sling bag. She expects bags to cost around $15.-.- We're living in Singapore you know? The standard of living only goes up, not down. Bags may cost around $15 in ur time but now it's different. And the thing is, i'm using my savings to buy the bag, not my parents' money. Most of my bags are either worn out, or given to me by someone. So why cant i buy something i want for the 1st time? It just bugs me to see my mom acting like this. Sometimes i wish she would be less money-minded. Ok enough about the bag issue...i dont want to start another quarrel with her. I shall talk more about recent events!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, on last Sunday, i went to volunteer work with Jun &amp;amp; XJ at TECC. It was boring as we thought, but they actually think it was an easy job. Hmm maybe i can call them again next time if there's another volunteer work. LOL. It so much better doing volunteer work with frens than to tag along with my mom &amp;amp; the aunties. I also hate the politics in volunteering. People just love to order others around even though they dont have the authority to do so. And just because we're younger doesnt mean we can be pushed around. But being with frens, it doesnt really matter.aahaha. Oh &amp;amp; the 2 of them forgot to bring their earphones &amp;amp; were so keen to leave me there all alone at the desk just to get that device from home. But in the end only Jun went home to change her clothes.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then earlier today i went out with Yiru to shop for my sling bag. Though i didnt manage to get it, it was still fun.=) Yiru was extremely late but somehow i didnt feel angry at all.lol im SO nice rite.xDD So we went to Bugis Street &amp;amp; walked around for quite some time, comparing the prices &amp;amp; the designs of the bags...&amp;amp; i realised that ALL the designs sold were the same. As in, different owners are selling the same thing. ahaahah then there's more room for bargains i thought. XDXD but i'm no good at bargaining so luckily Yiru was there. After a while i was hungry-i didnt eat lunch but i lied saying i did coz i didnt want to waste Yiru's time.So we bought some Papa Beard stuff, &amp;amp; it was GOOD. But pricey.XDXD the cream from the puff was lke ice-cream.YUMM. Oh &amp;amp; did u know they sell cheesecake in sticks?COOL RITE. lol i sound so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua gu &lt;/span&gt;xDD Then still not full, i suggested going 2 da food junction for more FOOD.XD We chatted awhile b4 going BACK to bugis street for more shopping.This time, i was shopping for CLOTHES. I bought 2 pieces from this shop which was selling 2 for $18. That was all i could buy coz i need to save my $$ for my dream bag. I'M NOT GIVING UP MY DREAM BAG.xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i wana type here i guess...it's already quite remarkable that i can type so much at this late hour.FYI it's already 1.07AM now. Dont follow the time listed on my blog.IT'S WRONG.XDXD I'm looking forward to October for more gatherings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6395243414263666945?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6395243414263666945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6395243414263666945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-still-want-my-sling-bag.html' title='I STILL WANT MY SLING BAG.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RvqPYDhsjpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4KxKVhj9bM8/s72-c/DSCF0827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2259628761732453243</id><published>2007-09-22T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:47:04.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-girls gathering at my hse:D</title><content type='html'>ok i've noticed nowadays i'm updating more often...the last entry was 3 days ago.But i'm really REALLY bored at home and so this can help to kill time.I usually take ard 2 hrs to complete typing out an entry because of my poor typing skills.=/ Though i'm i'm in CMM, and there're are so many ppl ard me who can type so fast, i cant seem to learn how to type faster. It's irritating me now coz ppl take 30mins to type out some article while i'm struggling to type out the words in correct spelling.-.- Some can even type without looking at the keyboard! I feel so useless. My mom was right-i've been wasting time at home doing nothing useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thurs i invited XJ,Jun,&amp;amp; Lychee over to my hse for some gathering. It was hilarious looking at them scream their way through the Metal Slug PS game...Jun had no sense of direction with the gun-the enemy was on the right,while she shot towards the left.LOL.Then XJ laughed everytime a character died.xDD And as for Lychee, she was more skilled but she preferred using the bombs then to use bullets. AHAHAAH.So she always ran out of bombs 1st.XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some sushi-making as per Jun's request, and as expected Lychee's sushi roll was the most presentable.LOL. Jun's sushi roll was JUMBO size,and XJ's sushi roll fell apart.Mine was ok,but i sliced the roll too thin, so it ended up looking lke MINI sushi.AHAAH.After that it was kinda dull for a moment-we watched Initial D because all 3 of them have not watched it on the big screen b4, and we had a little girl's talk in my room. Lychee was exploring my room...touching here and there, &amp;amp; opened up some cabinets.XD Then she was freaked out to see this DIY nodder, &amp;amp; said it resembled ME.-.- IT WAS A GUY NODDER LA.alamak...cant tell the diff. between a guy and a girl.LOL.Jun also promised to make sushi for us one day...and she wants to become a sushi chef.lolol she kept telling us she'll call and ask us to try her sushi rolls. I hope i wont get diarrhoea.LOL. I also managed to convince XJ &amp;amp; Jun to join me on this Sunday's volunteer work at the Tampines East GRC...afterall we get to earn CCA pts.=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just a while ago i watched the Rogue Assassin with my Dad. I dont really lke the movie because of Jason Stratam's acting, but the ending was surprising with a twist. Other then that i also like the fighting scenes(isn't that the main attraction?) but there were a few redundant RA scenes. That's why i feel it shld be classified as M18 instead of N16. Oh and btw, i woke up at 2.30pm today, which was a far cry from the usual 11am.XDXD i'm turning into a night person soon.P.S-ONE more mth of holidays left!=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2259628761732453243?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2259628761732453243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2259628761732453243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-girls-gathering-at-my-hsed.html' title='All-girls gathering at my hse:D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5486186899183110342</id><published>2007-09-19T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:07:16.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1ST trip to Vivocity with grandma:D</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhh.My legs are feeling much better after a night's rest.Yesterday was more of a walk-a-thon than a shopping spree.LOL.That's what happens when u shop with moms and grandmas i guess.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT-i get to eat TIM SUM!=D We dined at the Bosses restaurant at Vivocity, and guess what?it's chinese name is: HEI SHE HUI.(black society) LOL. Imagine if they do a direct translation from its chinese name-The Black Society. I doubt they'll attract many customers.XD In fact, they shld really change thier restaurant name to the Black Society because the food is overpriced la. The appetiser, consisting of fried spring roll skin,carrots &amp;amp; cucumbers, cost $3.80, while one pot of tea cost $4. But... it was having a 50% discount for all tim sum items, so i cant complain.=) Maybe that's why the appetiser and the tea are highly priced.I wonder how they profit by pricing a plate of 4 prawn dumplings for $2 after the discount. Hmm maybe it's a sign for me to patron the restaurant again!LOL. I'll ask dad along the next time.wuahahaah.I need someone to pay the bill rite?Oh btw there's this neat looking gadget in Bosses which allows the customers to ask for the bill,call a waiter,or order a beverage just by pressing on the respective buttons.SO COOL.i wanted to press the 'bill' button but my mom didnt want me to play with it.=( Now that i think of it, i should hav taken a photo of it.xDDD Typical Singaporean.ahaahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating our 'lunch', we did some window shopping at Vivocity, walking from one end to another buying nothing at all. There's nth to buy for poor ppl lke us.=/ Then while walking, we spotted this middle-aged man who was staring at my grandma. At first we thought it was nth, but later on my grandma walked towards a shop and he FOLLOWED. So we thought he was a thief or a crazy man, and we backed away from him. But poor grandma didnt know what to do, so mom walked up to the guy and before she could say anything, the guy called my grandma by her name. LOL. It turned out he was my mom's cousin. WTH. Freaky sia. If he hadnt called out my grandma's name, my mom wld hav went up to him and call him names.XDXD All 3 of them were laughing so loud i tell you. My grandma was laughing til her tears came out.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we finally shopped, at Daisou Japan,where everything was priced at $2. It's HUGE. And the air-con was freaking cold.It's like the air-con was free or smth.XD oh oh and i bought a necklace for myself, a fabric pen, and this really cool pen &amp;amp; ppr set specially for memorising. So i guess the trip wasnt a wasted one, since grandma enjoyed herself and at least i get to grab smth.AHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5486186899183110342?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5486186899183110342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5486186899183110342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-1st-trip-to-vivocity-with-grandmad.html' title='My 1ST trip to Vivocity with grandma:D'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-1699589223843768330</id><published>2007-09-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:04:59.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st semester poly results.good?bad?NO COMMENTS.yea rite.XDXD</title><content type='html'>Date: 13th September 07    Time: 7.07pm    Mood: Relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked my results just yesterday night...not as good as i expected but...NO SUPP PAPER!woo~ lol that was random.xD I didnt noe the results were out til i chatted with Yiru online.haiz.I'm a real sotong lke my Dad said.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, my worst subject was not Journalism, but ESS GRA.weird...but yea i admit i suck at IT.XDXD But dad kept comparing my results with others -.-" And just now he called to ask AGAIN."So do u know anymore results from ur frens?"Walau.I told him many times not to be so kapo...lololol.But since he's my dad, and he's the source of all my rental of DVDs, i shall be tolerant.=D Actually i felt like celebrating with my frens the release of results but i dont think they would want to celebrate with me.Ah wells. I'm going to ask my dad for a treat at Sakura soon.AHAHAHA.The last time he wanted to treat my family to Sakura, i had a sore throat &amp;amp; so the whole treat was cancelled.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OYA and i have not watched Ratatouille yet!-.- i'm really slow when it comes to movies...til now i've not watched Pirates of the Carribean 3,and Spiderman 3.I think i'm the only teen in S'pore who've not watched these 2 movies yet.=/ BUT FEAR NOT.FOR DAD IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY.AHAAHAHAH. He's the only person in the family whom i can depend on for my movie madness.=DD And while i'm typing all this crap out, Dad's on his way to the video store to rent the movie DVDs. SEE I SUPPORT ORIGINAL DVDs. ok time-out---bro's back,and my stomach's growling.lol oki actually it's not.BUT I'M HUNGRY CAN?lololol.so TIME TO EAT!*zooms off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-1699589223843768330?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1699589223843768330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1699589223843768330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-semester-poly-resultsgoodbadno.html' title='1st semester poly results.good?bad?NO COMMENTS.yea rite.XDXD'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-8206928517422131308</id><published>2007-09-12T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:13:26.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected.</title><content type='html'>Date: 12th September 07    Time: 4.47pm    Mood:Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just recovered from my sore throat, but i doubt anyone cares anyway. Throughout the week i didnt receive any smses,any calls from my poly frens asking me if i want to go out somewhere,and it's usually me who asks them.I know i'm not a people-person, and i'm someone boring, but is it that hard for anyone to just give me a call or sms asking me to go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i noe i'm partly to blame.Most of the time when they ask me along, i would reject them flatly. But that's becoz everytime they decide to go somewhere, they go in big groups. I don't like hanging out in big groups coz i don't know everyone that well and so i wouldnt feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just a moment ago, i visited some of thier blogs. They did went out during the holidays afterall. But i felt so crushed inside, becoz they didnt ask me along. I tried to find some way of explaination, or rather, an excuse. But i guess the fact is i am someone not worth remembering. Maybe in times of need they would call out my name, but other than that, i'm just a nobody. I hinted to them a few times that i want to go out sometime with them during the hols but i don't think they realised. I've always treated them like my good friends, but friendship doesn't work out that way. Friendship builds over time, the time spent with each other through the good and the bad times. But i've been too focused on studies that i dont spend much time with them after sch, and i even missed one of thier birthday celebrations. I really regret not turning up for the birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was why i told myself i wouldnt blame anyone if they didnt want to celebrate my bday, bcoz i did the same thing. All i'm hoping is that at least, at least they can remember my birthday. Because i feel that the least one can do for his friend is remember his/her birthday, even though one didnt give any presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, i have not given Joey her present, and i'm extremely sorry for that. I intend to give it to her tomorrow, but i'm not sure if she's free. I wish i could be as busy as her. I admire how she can balance her work,school &amp; social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to invite XJ and the rest to my house for some sort of gathering this week, but i'm afraid things won't go out smoothly as planned. The last time i invited them &amp;amp; my tuition frens, no one turned up in the end. I think the problem lies with me. Like my mom said i don't have a wide social network. I'm more like my dad i guess. From now on i will put more effort into friendships, regardless of what people may say or think. From time to time i will remind myself of this promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-8206928517422131308?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8206928517422131308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/8206928517422131308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/neglected.html' title='Neglected.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2816642784996858432</id><published>2007-09-07T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:40:15.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore throat...AGAIN??!!</title><content type='html'>YAY THIS BLOG IS DEAD.-.-" i havent updated for eons already...dont know what's going on in my head...jus somehow don't feel like blogging.Maybe it's coz people dont tag,or maybe it's coz i'm just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got down with tonsilitis 2 days ago, and throat was in agony ever since. I was hoping i wouldn't need to eat antibiotics but the doctor said this time round my throat's condition is really bad.what can i do...since the doctor said so,i have no choice but to follow right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.Rotting at home is no fun at all: Wake up in the morning,watch TV,eat lunch,followed by hours hogging the com watching dramas online.Then if i do feel sleepy, i would take an afternoon nap,and wake up around 2 hrs later to watch TV AGAIN.Next would be dinner, and TV/com AGAIN. Lastly, sleep like all humans do. i feel lke a PIG.Seriously if i dont get myself a job soon i'll put on weight and when i return to poly in the next sem i'll be so horizontally challenged that ppl cant recognise me.AHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the sore throat is a blessing in disguise; with a bad throat i cant eat junk food &amp; fried stuff, and so i'll only be eating plain, nutritious food which have little calories. This way, even if i dont exercise, i wont be putting on weight.My bro once confessed that he lost 2 KG during the period he was sick, and during that period of time all he ate was porridge. I'm not trying to say that porridge is the ultimate kilo killer, BUT- sometimes plain is good for health. Of course not to that extent of eating PLAIN PORRIDGE. Even I would reject plain porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porridge aside, now i have to worry about tml &amp;amp; Sunday. Tml, i have to do 'volunteer' work with my Mom &amp; bro, AND have to wake up early in the morning and reach the designated venue by 8.30AM.I would have agreed to accompany my bro &amp;amp; mom tml if i didnt have sore throat.Honestly i dont mind doing a bit of 'volunteer' work in exchange for the CCA pts and to  help ppl out. But the sore throat really annoys me &amp; the antibiotics make me feel weak even when i'm sitting on a chair. Thus i told mom i want to back out of the 'volunteer' thing. But she said: "It's just a sore throat...it's not as if it's smth serious...just go there and show your face lor,"  And when i rejected her for the 2nd time, she told me to call the person-in-charge &amp;amp; tell him personally that i wont be able to go. She even added that the organiser would be angry that i couldnt make it at the last minute.So isn't it obvious that i HAVE to go?And she still calls it 'volunteer' work.My bro was coerced to tag along as well.Or else he would have been at home playing games on the com.Oh and on Sunday, i've to meet Mel at the bus stop outside Raffles MRT Station because my Aunt wants to treat me to a buffet lunch at a hotel. How can i reject a treat?and furthermore, it's rare for my Aunt to treat me...so it's even harder to reject her. But,BUT if my throat gets worse by then i'll have no choice but to skip the buffet...haiz. there goes my treat...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i'm feeling sleepy again...i have to go sleep le..yesterday night i couldnt really sleep coz i had nightmares.Wont talk abt them here...damn scary.And tml...8.30AM!!=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2816642784996858432?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2816642784996858432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2816642784996858432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/sore-throatagain.html' title='Sore throat...AGAIN??!!'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5494884253385288431</id><published>2007-08-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:59:20.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rush hour 4?XDXD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;**listening to Meet-It Started With A Kiss OST**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WA....look at the DATE.I havent updated in like a month??LOL.But because today i have some time before going to sleep, i decided to blog.XDXD i've just finished editing my powerpoint presentation, and guess wad?IT'S ONLY 10.50PM.YAY!-.- but by the time i finish blgoging it would have been 11 plus le.lol.ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oya in case you people out there dont know,i've joined DRAMA as my CCA.xDDD and i've done my 1st performance a few weeks ago...i played the role of a MISTRESS.way to go for a first-timer i told myelf.But it turned out alright, and the play overall was considered a success.=D I wanted to post all of the pics on frenster but i decided not to coz afterall i still consider those photos PRIVATE.ahaahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Actually i wanted to invite Jun,XJ,JQ but jun wasn't free and it would be troublesome to invite ppl frm outside TP coz they wont noe how 2 get into the threatre.So...but if there's another play and i'm in it i'll definately ask u guys.But the make-up was....heavy.had a real hard time trying to wash it off.But many ppl said the make-up was nice...and some in dramatec even said i looked 'hot'.LAWL.i duno wad 2 say sia.but i'm really sorry to PY and CY coz i invited them but left them all by themselves aft the play...they even waited for a long time for the de-briefing to end...SORRY!=/ i really wanted to eat dinner wif u guys but u guys disappeared aft the briefing...haiz.oki enough of drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;last few wks was lke hell-RUSH HOUR 4 i tell ya.projects is the main reason.then i tink because of the late nights my body couldnt take it so i had blurry visions and even had 2 miss school on Fri.Doctor said it's wad happens b4 some1 FAINTS.ZOMG and i tout it only happens in dramas.LOL.oki i shld slp now b4 my mom barges in.XDXD BYE-CYCLE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;**life will never be the same again =/**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;***13th August 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5494884253385288431?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5494884253385288431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5494884253385288431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/rush-hour-4xdxd.html' title='rush hour 4?XDXD'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3848924930016486840</id><published>2007-07-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:18:55.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plz dont make me sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;**currently straining my eyes to the limit while using the computer o.O**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ZOMG.the stewpid lights had to stop working when i needed it the most today-i need to do my part of my grp's Marketing proj &amp; to compile the info from the surveys for my Journalism tml.WALAU.Esp Journalism, which i'm struggling with because i always spend more time than given during tutorials to write up ONE article.CY &amp;amp; PY shld know cause' they waited for me outside the lab when i was rushing through my individual assignment weeks ago. Oh and did i mention i have a SORE THROAT while i'm typing all this crap now?LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the lunch with Madhu &amp; David was entertaining-we had fun laughing at lame jokes and the walk through the scenic pathway was nice :) BUT the pasta salad at Sugarloaf was...utterly disappointing.it looked appetising but the cheese ws actually POWERED cheese and the smell was nauseating. David and I only ate half of our salads and we ordered other food instead.LAWL.I really LOVE the bread and butter pudding...if only there werent raisins &amp;amp; cranberries.AHAHAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recently i'm busy with the last min projects and so i wont have time to go out.NOOOOO.home-staying again?but my grp might wana arrange a meeting on a weekend for our proj.BYE BYE WEEKENDS.=/ and ytd morning i traded more thn 10 smses with CY cause'  i went to sch damn early in the morning thinking our grp  meeting was at 8AM.but i realised  our grp meeting was on FRIDAY.ok i'm the 2nd SOTONG in the family now, apart from my bro who's the NO.1 SOTONG.lol.dont let him see this plz.xDDD great now i have to slp or i'll wake up with a bad throat AND a headache.bad combo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;**I feel so sick**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;***19th July 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3848924930016486840?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3848924930016486840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3848924930016486840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/plz-dont-make-me-sick.html' title='plz dont make me sick.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-4589151454441062329</id><published>2007-07-08T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:48:37.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dispute 1</title><content type='html'>Sunday, 8th July 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom scolded Dad stupid for cooking spicy noodles for bro who is sick with cough.&lt;br /&gt;Dad threw a pack of instant noodles at Mom, while she was ironing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Both quarrelled, in the end Mom cried, Dad sat at the sofa watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;Everything took place when i wasn't at home.&lt;br /&gt;Should i feel lucky or should i feel sad?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm feeling pissed and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, there's drama, which i dont feel like going.But there's a play coming up and we have to rehearse.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me what i should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-4589151454441062329?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4589151454441062329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4589151454441062329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/dispute-1.html' title='dispute 1'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-1509808180514401409</id><published>2007-06-21T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:15:38.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Holidays 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;**waiting for tomorrow to arrive**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; MY BLOG HAS BEEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RESURRECTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!lol actually it wasn't even dead anyway.xDD wow this few weeks have been boring and yet exciting at the same time.How is that possible? Well it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt; cause' i have to do my assignments and i'm not outside most of the time.Then it's exciting because i get to meet my cousins and friends...especially my cousins since we've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/span&gt; been out for a gathering by ourselves.Sounds sad but we're still close OK.XDXD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So ya basically on one of the Mondays we met for a game of bowling followed by 2 rounds of pool,and after that everyone was so darn hungry but we managed to survive the trip to Marina Square to have our dinner.Guess what we ate for dinner?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;KENNY ROGERS&lt;/span&gt;.ok 1st of all, i have to say there's a huge price difference between the Kenny Rogers in Malaysia &amp; the one in Marina. One KR meal at the Marina outlet costs around $12, and we spent $84 for our KR dinner. All of us had to swallow our food with unease, just because of the price tags. I felt the most remorseful cause' i was the one who suggested eating at KR. I should have just agreed with Ping Yen to dine at Market's Best. =/ Worse of all, everyone wasn't full after the dinner, and some of them went to eat ice-cream.lol after this incident i swore never to suggest anything in the future without knowing the price. BUT-besides the costly dinner,i enjoyed every minute of our gathering.The table soccer part was damn funny i tell you.7 people crowding over one soccer table, and the guys were trying to cheat by spinning the soccer players continously.XDXD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WE MUST PLAN FOR ANOTHER OUTING WHEN THE NEXT HOLIDAYS COME&lt;/span&gt;.by hook or by crook.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then on the 13th, i met Joey,Nicole &amp; Mary Anne for our Marketing Project,as usual at the Bedok Mcdonalds.-.-" I wonder why people like going to fastfood restaurants to discuss work. But at least we got most of the work done in 3 hours.Then another hour was spent on doing the Journalism project-we actually discussed it over the phone with Alvin!LOL.He was in the MRT,helping to think of some questions for our project.But YAY the journalism project was done,so what's left are the Marketing project, and the Med Soc project.Oh and i can't believe so many people didnt know the Marketing Project is due on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;25th JULY&lt;/span&gt;.Most of them thought it's due on&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; 25th JUNE.&lt;/span&gt;LOLOLOL.Joey was speechless when she saw the Marketing study guide.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SEE I TOLD YOU RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;.xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The very next day after my group meeting, i had to go to TP in order to do my Ess Gra Proj.Though i didnt like the idea of facing the computer for hours, i dragged myself there after knowing the deadline for the assignment is just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; week after school reopens.So i met Nicholas for lunch first before proceeding to the Mac Lab. LOL there was this weird guy in the lab who was so into his music that he sang along to the lyrics at certain times. -.- I was already having a headache from doing the assignment &amp; yet he still blasted loud music from his computer. Time also really flies when you're doing something Ess Gra-by the time i finished by poster design, it was already 8pm.OMG i think i had re-done my poster so many times...so many stewpid mistakes here &amp;amp; there. Lucky i had some help from Nicholas or else i think i might have to camp overnight in TP LOL.So after everything we went to TM for dinner &amp; walked around quite a bit.I don't know why everytime i go to TM i'll have the urge to visit the Toys R Us store.XDXD I still remember the Spongebob puppet CY &amp;amp; I got for JQ for his bday prezzie.LAWL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok i know this post is already very wordy but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HANG IN THERE&lt;/span&gt;.I still have to blog about 19th June which is the day I met XJ,MH,&amp; Sin Yee for lunch.XDXD We went to TM for our lunch...actually i wanted to go to Yoshinoya for lunch but i was reminded of the KENNY ROGERS incident so i kept my mouth shut.ahaahah. In the end we ate at Century Square's Food Junction..i tried something new for lunch-waffles topped with a scoop of ice-cream!Though it wasn't as appetising as A&amp;amp;W waffles but it's nice to eat it when you want something light.After that we walked to &amp; fro from TM to Century Square &amp;amp; vice versa cause' we were so bored and i wanted to search for my seaweed snack.LOL ALL supermarts don't sell the crispy kind of seaweed.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;.Only 7-eleven sells it.oya we also took some photos with my digicam!HEHE.finally made good use of my digicam.But i'll only post it on Friendster since this post is already so damn long.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt;.I just wrote an essay.XDXD oki i'll stop here.YAY tommorow is our family day!Dad's going to spend the entire day with us...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SWEET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;**I HAVE FINALLY COMPLETED MY ST LETTER.=D**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;***21st June 07**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-1509808180514401409?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1509808180514401409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1509808180514401409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-holidays-07.html' title='June Holidays 07'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5796501366769173510</id><published>2007-06-08T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:34:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays are here.but boredom is here too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;**SOOOO BORED NOW**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;AHHHHHH.SOOOO BOREDDDDD.I know it's the holidays but i'm feeling so bored at home.A few hours ago i was watching GOAL! on Star Movies...the ending was a typical happy ending, but i liked the songs played during the movie!Especially the one with the electric guitar which was played during the major football matches, and another song played by a normal guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After that as usual i HAD to use the computer cause' my fingers were starting to itch.LOL.During the period of mugging i was locked up in my room for way too long. I think it's called the computer syndrome.LAME. ok fine i have nothing much to blog about...my life is boring i agree.If it were a movie it would be a short one AND everyone would fall asleep BEFORE the movie reached its halfway point.=/ But i wouldnt want my life to be a movie anyway-it's too short. The typical movie lasts for 2 hours, and my life cant possibly be expressed in just 2 hours rite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh and Journalism exam today was TOUGH.The Section A was ok, BUT the section B(esp the LAST QN) was badly done. I was practically COPYING the entire Annex B. We're supposed to write up a SHORT story but most of my story was a direct copy of the Annex B. drats. I still have much to learn for journalism.Then after the exam i had to meet Mr Yong to do my make-up GDF pop quiz. guess what. i got an exclusive scoop. Mr Yong had been a relief teacher for EVSS before! OMG.i was shocked. Then i wondered why i havent seen him in school before. He said that was in year 2000.LOL. I was still a primary school student then.XDXD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After everything I went to the MUSH to wait for CY.walau told him to meet somewhere else he dont want.the weather was so humid la.but this time round i wasnt standing under the sun.XDXD We took the bus 8 and this bus uncle was trying to make things difficult for me. I tapped my ezlink card and there was an 'error' kind of sound.So i took out the card itself and tapped AGAIN, and i was clear.BUT- the uncle requested me to tap the card AGAIN. Then when i could finally sit down, he wanted to have a look at my card, and he asked me where i got the ezlink card from.(cause' it's a company ezlink card) LOL. He made me walk up and down so many times.-.-"" CY said since the uncle liked the card so much he should have took a pic of it.LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oya-ANYONE WANT TO WATCH A MOVIE??i'm so desperate la. xDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;**I have planned everything out.Plz dont make me screw it up.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;*** 8th June 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5796501366769173510?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5796501366769173510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5796501366769173510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays-are-herebut-boredom-is-here.html' title='holidays are here.but boredom is here too.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-1166817075672394428</id><published>2007-06-01T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:59:29.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01 june 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;**listening to Red Hot Chilli Peppers-Snow(hay yo) WHICH IS SOOO NICEE xDDD**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FINALLY.i can finally have some time to blog.xDDD.I've been sleeping late these few weeks, and busy with the stewpid journalism assignment. Of course i've also been mugging.=DDD But i really suck at Media Society...i realised that since tutorials started.=/ I guess the only subject that can pull up my grades is GDF.BUT GDF HAS ENDED FOR THIS SEM.damn.i'm so dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the gd news : HOLIDAYS ARE HERE.weeeeeeee.2day is the so-called last day of sch.ahaah.Though we have a whole load of projects to do during the hols, i'm looking forward to watching movies and having group meetings with my frens. I BET THEY'LL GO SHOPPING AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh and guess wad? CY, PY and I met for lunch today at the design canteen. I didnt noe the western food there was nice.xDDD i tink it was more appetising thn the western food at Mensa.lol.sorry Joey!ahahaahahaahaha.but PY was rather quiet during lunch...lol. PY U MUZ BE AS THICK SKINNED AS CY.lololol.And i forgot to mention that the ice milo was damn sweet, even with all that huge amount of ice in it.=X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But there is ONE thing that i absolutely HATE abt Design canteen.no it's not the atmosphere.it's the CLEANING AUNTIE.She scolded me for the wrong reason.-.-"" She said i shouldnt have placed my utensils inside the METAL CONTAINER.Instead, she claimed i was making her job difficult as the cleaning trolley was just beside her.WALAU. I was so dumbfounded la.Afterall, we're supposed to return our used utensils to the containers rite?! OMG. I WILL avoid her at all costs the next time i eat at the design canteen.IF there is a next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oyea, i learnt how to edit people's faces using Photoshop today!muahaahah.so if you ever provoke me,i'll make ur face look extremely ulgy.XDXDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;**anyone interested in watching Pirates Of The Carribean?I wana watch AFTER my exams :)**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;***1st June 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-1166817075672394428?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1166817075672394428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/1166817075672394428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/01-june-07.html' title='01 june 07'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2288982052339251937</id><published>2007-05-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:08:38.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects VS lack of sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;** feeling so exhausted right now**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;NEWSFLASH!I SPENT 4-5 HRS ON MY GDF LOGO!and i'm NOT kidding.xDDD CAN U ACTUALLY BELIEVE I WASTED 4-5 HRS OF MY LIFE ON A LOGO DESIGN&lt;/span&gt;??ahahahaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the result was nice i guess...LAWL.I had a tough time trying to colour the logo correctly.yes i really mean C O L O U R.If i could choose not to use the illustrator, i would rather not use it.Honestly i think i'll colour much faster by hand then using a software.=X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The problem was due to the tracing.I had to redo the entire thing all over again just to get the colours &amp; do away with the empty spaces.During the 4 hrs i was pretty much alone;either there'll be someone occasionally dropping by to use the com for printing, or the auntie would be cleaning up the place.SO SADISTIC RITE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel so dumb too.One by one the students left the com lab, with me being the only one struggling to get the logo done.-.- i even forgot to eat my lunch.BUT YAY I MANAGED TO GET IT DONE BY TODAY.muahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now what's left is : 3 RJs,2  grp projects, Journalism IWA1, Media &amp; Society topic....OMG.DIE LA.how 2 finish those RJs??????Damn i cant go out at all.i'll be stuck at home 4 the whole week.eh no, should be  the entire TWO weeks. Whoever that said Poly life is much more relaxing thn JC life- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;U TAKE THAT BACK&lt;/span&gt;.lolololol i copied Amanda's fav phrase.XDXD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ok so due to the overwhelming load of projects, I SHALL STOP HERE.i'm OH SO hardworking. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;**i need my sleep.=( **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;***18th May 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2288982052339251937?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2288982052339251937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2288982052339251937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/projects-vs-lack-of-sleep.html' title='projects VS lack of sleep'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-4801489595378971592</id><published>2007-05-05T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:07:02.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton tryouts;comments abt sch TP life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;**recently doing research on different town council logos for GDF project =( **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn..had to wake up at 7 plus early in the morning to prepare for the badminton tryouts which start at 9am.And guess what?The trial only took 10mins or less.WALAU.They should have informed us in advance,so we can plan our time properly.This meant I sacrificed my sleep for just 10mins of tryouts.-.-"" All they told us after the trial was:"Ok you can go now...we'll post the selection results on the badminton noticeboard."In other words,it meant you're not skilled enough to be selected for Badminton....great now i have to search for another CCA that has not started trial yet. I should have signed up for bowling in the 1st place...or some other sport CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH EVERYTHING IN TP COSTS $$.I have already spent approximately $104 on 3 books so far...&amp; i heard that the books change every semester.I WILL GET MY BOOKS FROM THE SENIORS NEXT SEMESTER.ok sorry for the randomness.xDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then yesterday we had lessons till around 6 plus.11-6plus in TP.I didnt really enjoy Journalism tutorial, because I didnt manage to record down most of what Alvin said.I should get a recorder for Journalism.Isnt that how reporters do their jobs?LOL.But Ess Gra was fun;Mr Yong being funny as usual,&amp; we get to use computers.AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oya,I forgot to mention-there’s another Xinyi in my class too!LOLOLOL.But she’s quite different from me la,cause’ she’s outspoken &amp;amp; make friends easily. Maybe that’s why I hate having the same name as others…because people will tend to compare here &amp; there…ah never mind I don’t think anyone knows what I’m talking about. XDXD But at least I’m trying to speak out more often, just that I don’t think it’s working out as expected.=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That aside,I think the teachers in CMM are rather OK;Mr Selvan(Journalism)is quite oblivious to wad’s goin on around him,which makes him a funny person.ahaha.Then there’s Mr Yap(Care Person)who can be sarcastic at times,but also quite nice cause’ he treated us to pizza.LOL.As for the other teachers I’m unsure of wad they’re like…but I have to admit I don’t really like Marketing,especially when it comes to writing those journals.WHICH REMINDS ME-I HAVE NOT STARTED DOING MY JOURNALS YET.ahhhhhhhh.Have to submit 4 by 23May!!!I don’t even know how start…I’m doomed.But at least I’ve started on my logo project…:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm I think that’s all I’m going to type…it’s getting late &amp; I WANT TO SLEEP LIAO.LAWL.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**hmm I wonder if I shld go for the Mediacorp trip XD**&lt;br /&gt;***5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; May 07***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-4801489595378971592?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4801489595378971592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4801489595378971592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/badminton-tryoutscomments-abt-sch-tp.html' title='Badminton tryouts;comments abt sch TP life'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-531477808441001088</id><published>2007-04-26T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:18:00.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wad did i do during the 2 days of school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;**currently checking TP Vbus**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;YAY THERE'S NO SCHOOL FOR TODAY &amp; TOMORROW.AINT THAT GREAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;xDDD So that why i feel like blogging now.Actually i've told myself that i shouldnt login to MSN &amp;amp; blogger nowadays,because school has already started &amp; i need to focus on all the projects &amp;amp; HW given.But if i dont do these now,i doubt i'll have the time to chat with my friends on MSN &amp; blog in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at all those slides &amp;amp; notes gives me the headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SO MANY PARAGRAPHS OF WORDS.SO MANY THINGS TO WRITE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's as if all you do in TP is sit down,scribble &amp; listen.Nowonder Weeteck was so envious that i dont have to report to school on these 2 days.So far i've only been to school for 2 days,because on Tuesday i had a medical appointment,&amp;amp; i missed the lectures.As in i didnt went for the lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that i really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;MISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;the lectures.LOL.Those 2 are completely different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday,we had 4hrs of lecture,&amp; again i had 2 wait for Madhu to arrive.lol.But Nicole was early,&amp;amp; so we chatted awhile before entering the LT22.I think i heard KeYuan calling me,but i when i turned around he was walking towards the hall.So i didnt reply...hope he wasnt angry or anything.=X The lecture was dull,&amp; since i was sitting at the corner,I Had to turn my back slightly so i could face the lecturer.It was so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd lecture was more interesting,as Mr Yong was cracked many lame jokes,&amp;amp; he sounded more friendly.When the lectures ended,everyone proceeded to the tutorial room because we thought there was going to be an APEL tutorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-we waited for around 10mins &amp; Mr D hasnt arrived.While waiting,i was talking to Nicole &amp;amp; Madhu,&amp; at the same time trying to avoid Nicholas because i'm a shy person &amp;amp; wouldnt know how to start a conversation.Later on we were told tutorials start next wk,so everyone happily left the place &amp; I went to take Bus 8 home together with Nicole.On the bus,i felt guilty for avoiding Nicholas on purpose,because he seems like a nice person &amp;amp; the reason i joined CMM was to become more outspoken.I guess i really need to put in more effort to make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just yesterday,we also had 2 lectures starting with Essential Graphics(Ess Gra)followed by CM Marketing.Ess Gra was ok as it was taught by Mr Yong,&amp; i liked drawing compared to writing.LOL.But before the lecture started Nic called my name &amp;amp; commented that my specs werent so bad looking.walau i felt so paiseh so all i did was turn around &amp; smile.Then during the 2nd lecture he was sitting behind me &amp;amp; asked if i liked watching dramas.At that time i tried to be polite by answering his Qn,but that was all i could do.haiz i felt so dumb.The CM Marketing lecturer was kind enough to let us off early,so i retuned home earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before alighting the bus i caught a glimpse of Weeteck who was also alighting.LOL.Such a coincidence.I also met him at the bus stop while waiting for the bus 8 on Monday.But we didnt chat much as the bus was so darn packed with working adults &amp;amp; TP ppl.XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To Diane:I really didnt see you in TP during these few days...not that i was trying to avoid you...so i hope u wont take it to heart.I'm sure we'll get to see each other soon.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;**Going to buy books tml...The textbooks are so EXPENSIVE.=( **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;***26th April 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-531477808441001088?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/531477808441001088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/531477808441001088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/wad-did-i-do-during-2-days-of-school.html' title='wad did i do during the 2 days of school?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-3009931064717141748</id><published>2007-04-25T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:29:12.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP Orientation 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**listening to Avril Lavigne-Complicated**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok so i havent been updating about the TP Freshmen Orientation,&amp; the few days i've spent in TP.I admit i always spend around an hour or so to type a blog post.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st day of the orientation,i met up with Jun &amp;amp; went to TP together,unfortunately,we were forced to split up because her course was held in another auditorium.I felt so lonely when i entered,but when i sat down Madhu said 'hi' &amp; i have someone to talk to.She was really nice;would always try to smile when she answers your questions.Then beside her were 2 other girls,Sonam &amp; another girl whom i forgot her name.lol.i'm really not good with names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The presentations were kinda boring,except the part where the SLs taught us hand signs.XDXD I kept getting mixed up over the society hand sign.Among all SLs,i liked KB the best cause he has this kiddy profile,&amp; he looked lke someone i knew.ahaha.Then as usual we had this introduction among all the freshies in 1C02,&amp;amp; wow i think they're really into Mass Comm.Cause they're really not shy to speak out.Unlike me la,all i said was my name &amp; my school.=X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oya,not to forget,the TP Mass Dance was really FUN.FUN.FUN.It was like a combination of Waltz,Country &amp; Line dance..but with a kiddy twist.I was partnered with a girl whom i also dont know the name(i didnt ask her)but she resembles Cheryl,just that she didnt giggle so much.LOL.Then Nicole's partner was a girl who looked so much like Ziyong.OMG.It was like he has a twin sister.She even had curly hair.SO MUCH ALIKE SIA.One more thing,Nicole has the Kim Samsoon look...i just cant stop staring.But it doesnt mean she's weird hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then on the 2nd day,i waited 15mins for Madhu to arrive,because i didnt want to enter the lecture alone.Nicole was damn late-she reached LT22 20mins after everyone was seated.Then we met our Care Person &amp; the teacher in-charge of CMM...2 really serious people...i'm so doomed.XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The inter-school competiton followed afterwards,with everyone in TP squashed like a pack of sardines.=( There was this annoying Malay girl whom wanted to change places with me,saying she needs more space.-.-"" EVERYONE needs more space.But she had to insist,despite me giving her so many hints that i wasnt willing to switch positions.I was so irritated...if only Jun was ther;she'd know how to handle these kind of situations.During the competition,Nicole &amp; I were separated from our class so when we headed to the reservoir,we were worried.But we settled down,&amp;amp; cheered a lot.LOL.BIZ BIZ BIZ BIZ NESS.Everyone from the business school was shouting that cheer.ahaha.So in the end,business school WON the competition &amp; everyone was so hyper.Including me.=DD When everything has officially ended,Jun &amp;amp; I met &amp; we went for Ms Tan's bday celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So that's all i remember from the orientation...if you want to know more,go check CY,PY,&amp;amp; Jun's blog.LOL.i'm promoting thier blogs.XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**Poly life will get rough as the weeks go by =(( **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***25th April 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-3009931064717141748?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3009931064717141748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/3009931064717141748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/tp-orientation-07.html' title='TP Orientation 07'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-5106090099720387394</id><published>2007-04-16T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:45:07.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update since 2wks ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**rain rain go away,come again some other day(any other day except orientation days XD )**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;.i shall update for the sake of updating.Isnt that wad every1 else is doing?LOL.Nowadays i dont have the mood to blog..dont know why la...juz dont feel like it.But because i havent updated for a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;LOOONG&lt;/span&gt; time,i &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to blog or else might as well dont keep a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So on Gd Friday we went for Qing Ming as usual...but Wilbert was the only one who didnt turn up because according to Ryan he was sleeping.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WALAU&lt;/span&gt;.wad kind of excuse was dat?Maybe Ryan was juz joking ard.lol.And maybe due to that he wasnt talking much...I also have nth much to say to him either.Most of the time i was with my Mom or i'd be talking crap to Qiulin XDXD Somehow she seems to like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;AHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like every other year,we went to 3 places for Qing Ming.And like every other year,we'd wake up ard &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4AM&lt;/span&gt; in the morning &amp; meet the rest of the relatives at &lt;em&gt;Da Bo&lt;/em&gt;(Qiulin's dad)'s house.Sounds crazy but we have to wake up so early so as to avoid the heavy traffic.The air-con in Uncle Morris's car was so cooling in the morning so it was a pity i didnt sleep in the car at all.xDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The 1st venue was the cemetery at Choa Cho Kang,to pay respects to my great grandfather.Then we headed to somewhere else which i dont know the name...it was to pay respects to the 1st wife of my great grandfather.There we would always buy canned drinks from the vending machines,like it was an annual tradition.ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qiulin wanted me to send her the Girlfriend song by Avril,&amp; kept asking permission to play with my hp.XDXD I was actually surprised she even knew Avril has a new sng.She was only a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Pri 6&lt;/span&gt; kid.LOL.But for some reason the song wouldnt send,&amp;amp; i had to walk here &amp; there askin Jim or Yen if they still wanted that sng.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;AND THEY SAID YES&lt;/span&gt;.-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After that we proceeded to the 3rd &amp; last venue,which i also dont know wad it's called.Even my mom doesnt know;so dont expect me to know either.hehe.It was a place with a lot of greenery,&amp; it's quite serene too.We went there to pay respects to the 2nd wife of my great grandfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are also many slopes,so we'd jump from the top &amp;amp; compete who has the guts to take the challenge to a higher level.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It sounds as if we're so childish rite&lt;/span&gt;?XDXDXD Jim insisted on sending the Girlfriend sng,&amp; also some korean sngs to his hp,&amp;amp; finally the transfer was complete.Wasted so much of my hp battery u know. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At ard &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;11AM&lt;/span&gt;,the whole Qing Ming thing was over,&amp; every1 was hungry.So upon &lt;em&gt;Da Bo&lt;/em&gt;'s suggestion,all of us agreed to have our lunch at Hougang.The hawker center had a bit of hygiene problems-houseflies everywhere,dirty tables &amp;amp; floors,&amp; the cleaners were slow in collecting used utensils &amp;amp; cutlery.But overall the food was much delightful than the food i ate in N2,&amp; the prices were relatively cheaper.That sums up &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Qing Ming 07&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As for my shopping trips,i shant blog about them because&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; XJ had already blogged about one of them&lt;/span&gt; &amp; the other was nth much to blog about.Recently though,I went to &lt;em&gt;Popo&lt;/em&gt;'s house,&amp; her cooking skills were superbly maintained.(made up this phrase by myself XD)But the vr next day after that i hurt my small toe.I knocked it against the wall when i was trying to get into my room.It wasnt the 1st time,but that time round the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;nail cracked &amp;amp; bled&lt;/span&gt;.I didnt notice it till i felt the pain.There was blood oozing out from the nail &amp; flesh.AFter a while it stopped bleeding &amp;amp; Mom applied some horse oil on it.LOL&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; u never heard of horse oil b4 rite&lt;/span&gt;?Since it wasnt pain anymore,i went online MSN &amp; chatted with XJ &amp;amp; CY.CY said smth similar has happened when i had chatted with him a long time ago.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WALAU.CY U JINX&lt;/span&gt;.say earlier la,so i could hav stopped myself from loggin onto MSN.HAHA.But now my toe feels much better,even though there's still a blood clot below my toe nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;AIYO,HOW DO I SHOP FOR MORE CLOTHES WHEN MY TOE IS IN THIS CONDITION.=(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**yay i managed to find some1 who agreed Pajama Sam &amp;amp; Spy Fox are great games.=D**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***16th April 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-5106090099720387394?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5106090099720387394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/5106090099720387394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-since-2wks-ago.html' title='An update since 2wks ago.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-970092610526384854</id><published>2007-04-01T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:40:06.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**DLing MNIKSS now =DDD**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I'm getting bored day by day...seems that being cooped up at home is really starting 2 bother me.HA.Luckily,it was Grandma's bday ytd,&amp; Qing Ming is coming soon.That means i'll be able 2 meet up wif my cousins &amp;amp; have nice chats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Celebrating Grandma's bday ytd at the coffeeshop didnt seem so bad afterall.Though the place was crowded,&amp; it wasnt air-conditioned,the food proved 2 be a gastronomical feast.LOL.It sounds as if i'm exaggerating,but i really liked the food.But of course,there's a price 2 pay 4 good food.The cost amounted 2 more than $500,&amp; they charge according 2 the number of tables.We were split in2 two tables,so u can roughly calculate how much it costs per table.BUT-they provide generous servings,&amp; like many other coffeeshops,dont charge service tax &amp;amp; GST.Perhaps in the future there'll be many more such gatherings in coffeeshops &amp; hawker centres due 2 the GST hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;ok back 2 main topic...our family reached the coffeeshop in Bedok ard 7 plus,&amp;amp; though we never been 2 that place b4,it was easy 2 spot bcoz there was a huge crowd.So it was kinda squeezy.My family sat sat at the table wif Ping Jim &amp; his family,2gether wif Ah Ma while i was wif Mel &amp;amp; Jos's family at another table.Ah Gong came ard an hr later,&amp; the menus came as well.XDXD great timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mel had already ordered her drink,but i hadnt &amp;amp; so did Jos &amp; her family.So when the uncle walked past,Jos's dad ordered the drinks 4 them,but 4got 2 order any 4 me.That made me a little upset coz this showed the relationship gap between thier family &amp;amp; mine.But i still managed 2 order my drink ltr on when the uncle served thiers.I also felt quite uncomfortable sitting IN BETWEEN Jos &amp; Mel,bcoz i dont really talk 2 Jos.Besides,they were close since young &amp;amp; it seems lke i'm a barrier preventing them frm talking.So throughout the night i've been chatting wif Mel &amp; only spoke a few words 2 Jos.That made me feel so guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;However,Mel's mom &amp;amp; Aunt Karen(Jos's mom) were rather nice ytd night.They kept asking me 2 eat more,&amp; even served some food on my plate.I had 2 thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;them many times.HAHA.Grandma was also vr thoughtful;she offered 2 peel the prawns 4 me coz i dun lke 2 peel prawns &amp; i had some difficulty trying 2 rip the shells out.XDXD She asked me 2 eat more prawns too.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But there was no bday cake 4 Ah Ma this yr,which was kinda sad coz that meant no pics taken &amp;amp; every1 left right after the dinner.=( I hope it'd be more fun next yr.heh.One last thing:Ah Ma said she was touched after receiving my bday card,which made me feel warm inside.I guess that's why i like making cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AH MA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**looking 4ward 2 Gd Friday**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***1st April aka April's Fools 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-970092610526384854?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/970092610526384854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/970092610526384854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/grandmas-bday.html' title='Grandma&apos;s bday'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-2471121187520256278</id><published>2007-03-30T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:59:11.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Bdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;**just finished eating lunch**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow there're so many bdays coming up-XJ's bday is tml(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY XIAOJIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!),Jun's dad bday is on April Fool's Day,CY's bday is on 4th April...is April such a gd month 2 give birth?I wonder.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i woke up damn early in the morning 2 make XJ's prezzie.=D yes u can say that i'm claiming credit 4 wad i've done,coz i sacrificed my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.Actually,i cant claim ALL the credit coz the cookies were bought &amp; all i did was 2 melt the chocolate.xDDD But i did spend a lot of time trying 2 write out the words on the cookies.And guess wad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I MANAGED 2 MAKE THE WORDS LITERATE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u had no idea how elated i was.i mean,do u noe how hard it was 2 use a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SPOON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 write the words out?Worse still,the dark chocolate was so sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,all the effort was worth it,bcoz there was this sense of satisfaction when the job was done.The best part was probably the fact that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i was able 2 complete everything in time BEFORE my mom returned frm her market shopping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; :DDD If she realised i made such a mess out of the kitchen just 2 melt some chocolate,my ears will suffer 4 the next few wks.ehehe.Now i regret not taking a picture of the modified cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only thing i regret now is not being able 2 go 4 the class BBQ.Coincidences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happen.I cant just ignore grandma's bday &amp;amp; head 2 da BBQ-imagine wad would happen.Ah well.Some things r just beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,i need some advice on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;how 2 make good pancakes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The 1st time i tried 2 fry it,it went lumpy &amp; broke into many pieces.The 2nd time,when i tried 2 fry 2 pancakes,one of them was edible &amp;amp; brown but the other turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHAO TA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tink it was bcoz i didnt add anymore oil 4 da 2nd pancake,but it scared me lke hell &amp; i didnt want 2 fry anymore.=( There was also a pungent burnt smell.I wonder how mom fried the pancakes;hers were golden brown &amp; vr much edible.That was also why i bought cookies 2 make XJ's prezzie-initially i wanted 2 fry small round pancakes &amp;amp; write some words on them but since my pancakes were a disaster i chose 2 buy cookies instead.heh.Ok i need 2 go dl MNIKSS now... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;**"All of us know we'll die eventually but we still get on with life"adapted from MNIKSS**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***30th March 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-2471121187520256278?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2471121187520256278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/2471121187520256278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/upcoming-bdays.html' title='Upcoming Bdays'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7144196701962989923</id><published>2007-03-29T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:43:39.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;**listening 2 Belong To Me from Stairway of heaven OST**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After linking Fiona &amp; TingFang in my frens list,&amp;amp; after reading Fiona's blog,i also tout abt my pri sch life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I felt i changed a lot.As in 4 the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.When i was in RSS,i used 2 be quite a handful.I would lie every now &amp; thn,&amp;amp; do really mean things 2 ppl i hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I remembered once when i was a Pri 5 or Pri 6 kid,i wanted 2 go my fren's hse aft sch.So i called my mom,&amp; asked 4 her permission.As expected,she rejected it flatly.So wad did i do?I lied 2 her saying i had a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'sch project'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,bcoz parents usually like thier kids 2 do sch stuff.She agreed after hearing that,&amp;amp; i was actually so proud of myself 4 being able 2 come up wif such a lie.But ltr on,i 4got the blk number,&amp; so i got lost.I had 2 wander abt the different blks til i remembered the actual blk number,&amp;amp; almost cried bcoz i cant find wher my fren stayed,&amp; i was in an unfamiliar place.When i finally reached her place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;,i pondered if doing all this was worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.Then i told myself i wont do such a thing again.When i reached home,my Dad canned me &amp;amp; my mom lost the trust she had in me.Worse still,the vr next day,my Form Teacher reported this incident 2 the entire class,using it as a deterrent 2 whoever had the thought of repeating the same incident again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess that was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;most embarressing thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that ever happened in pri sch,&amp; perhaps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after that i started 2 change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.I also realised being an EVSS student wasnt so bad afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had become a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.But of course,there r still things that i want 2 improve on.I found out that Fiona &amp;amp; I are rather alike.Like her&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont take the initiative 2 talk 2 ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,instead,i wait 4 them 2 break the ice 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm also a person who's afriad of losing my frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,since i dont hav much frens.I'll try hard 2 watch wad i say,or even better,say nth at all bcoz i dun want 2 ruin the frenship.It sounds lke i'm such a desparado,but i want ppl 2 noe that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm a quiet person not just bcoz i'm shy,but also bcoz i dun want 2 say the wrong things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.I'm not a person good wif words afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After saying all this,i wondered y i wasnt gd frens wif Fiona in the past,since we hav much in common.I also realised smth-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ppl who dont talk much tend 2 hang out wif ppl who r outspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.examples;me &amp; jun,&amp;amp; zijie wif ziyong.Maybe it's bcoz soft-spoken ppl lke 2 leave the talking part 2 the talkative ppl,so they dun need 2 do the talking themselves.LOL.ok it seems stupid but that's wad i think is happening.Wadeva the case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i hope i'd be more willing 2 speak up when i'm in poly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.Make more frens so poly life will be fun.If only i had more of my mom's genes.HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;**''The special feeling will fade after some time.''quoted frm MNIKSS**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;***29th March 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7144196701962989923?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7144196701962989923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7144196701962989923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/reminisce.html' title='reminisce'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-7927777854548706429</id><published>2007-03-23T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:18:36.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache,throat pain...wad could be worse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**trying 2 download Michael Jackson's songs :) **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG THIS HEADACHE &amp; THROAT PAIN ARE KILLING ME&lt;/span&gt;!!!esp the throat pain-it's like there's a fish bone halfway down my throat,&amp; it's hanging on so tightly not wanting 2 let go.But when mom checked my throat just now,she said she saw a whitish spot &amp;amp; guessed it was an &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ULCER.WTH&lt;/span&gt;.An ulcer in my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THROAT&lt;/span&gt;.wad the hell am i goin 2 do?!I cant apply ulcer cream,nor can i look in the mirror &amp; check the size of it.then how am i supposed 2 heal it??!!just let it stay like that?:((( i feel so helpless.At times like these i wish i was a doctor,or better still,one of my family members was a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whereas the headache was passed on from yesterday,when some crazy guy from above drilled from &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MORNING 2 THE EVENING&lt;/span&gt;.The person was obviously &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;;drilling from as early as &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8AM&lt;/span&gt; all the way 2 sunset.Worse still,he takes only &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHORT&lt;/span&gt; breaks lasting about a few mins.I felt like shouting vulgarities from my window but i doubt he'll hear it.If that idoit was the 4th floor neighbour,the situation would be worse off.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;?because he always fixes things.Hammer this,hammer that,bla blah blah...does he think he can fix &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;?i really hope not.Thank god i'm lucky enough 2 have quiet suroundings...haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok enough ranting,now 4 the past events...1st of all,&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I GOT A NEW HAIRCUT!&lt;/span&gt;but it doesnt look nice as i expected...that's why ppl say,"yi fen qian,yi fen huo."however,Aunt Wendy was quick as usual,so i cant complain much.=X now my hairstyle looks lke a coconut,lke wad my bro said.every1 in the family didnt lke my new haircut...esp my dad.He never lked me having a fringe,&amp; mom said i shld hav let Aunt Wendy make the decision 4 me.=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another newsflash is,&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hana Yori Dango2 has ended&lt;/span&gt;!After so many twists &amp; turns,it ended wif a typical "Happily ever after" kind of conclusion.Now i'm bored at home during the afternoons cause' there's nth 2 watch anymore...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SOB.SOB.SOB&lt;/span&gt;.But there're still night dramas rite?Esp Jia You Jin Shun &amp;amp; the repeat telecast of Wo Shi Jin San Shun!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOKATA&lt;/span&gt;!xDDD ok time 2 watch Jin Shun &amp; her hilarious granma &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**still wondering if i shld go 4 da class gathering..dun wan ppl laughing at my hair u noe :/ **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***23rd March 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-7927777854548706429?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7927777854548706429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/7927777854548706429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/headachethroat-painwad-could-be-worse.html' title='headache,throat pain...wad could be worse?'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-918676158855668539</id><published>2007-03-19T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:52:19.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**busy with the TP enrolment package now**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It has been quite a while since i've updated my blog..gomeneh!I wasnt in the mood 2 blog cause' i've had late nights 4 the past week or so.=( Anyway,on last Weds,i went 2 collect my cert from school.Saw Ms Tan &amp; Ms Leon,&amp;amp; the twins too.We had 2 wait 4 another 30mins to get our CCA cert as well.We were lucky to have Ms Leon there with us,as she was the one who probed about the CCA cert,&amp; gave pressure 2 Mr Chew so we could receive our CCA certs ASAP.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;In return,we helped her by completing her chocolate survey.It was a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; chocolate survey,with &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt; different types of chocolate,all in boxes labelled A,B,C,D,E.MMmm.We were in 4 a real treat.We were supposed 2 rank them in order of their texture,&amp; taste,etc.In my case,i preferred D,&amp;amp; hated type E most.E was a dark bitter kind of choc,so the moment it landed on my tongue,i felt like spitting it out.XDXD.Ms Leon seemed 2 have noticed,&amp; she told me i didnt have 2 eat it all up if i didnt like the taste.LOL.So i ate only a small portion &amp;amp; spitted the rest out.The bitterness lingered in my mouth 4 almost 10mins.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUACK.&lt;/span&gt;I had 2 drink alot of water after that.xDDD Btw,the remarks made by the teachers were a little exaggerated,i felt.But if it helps,then heck care la.=DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then just yesterday,my family &amp; I went 2 the Food Fair at Suntec City.As expected,it was darn crowded &amp;amp; the food was expensive.I think Dad spent at least $30-40 ther.Actually,the food there was really similar to the food at the Food Fair held at the Expo last year.But I get 2 eat smth different this time round.I bought a cone of ice-cream which cost &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$4&lt;/span&gt;.It's called Uzumaki ice-cream.I tink it's sold in TM too.=( So Mom was rather pissed &amp; she kept telling me 2 gobble up the ice-cream because they wanted 2 leave the table &amp;amp; walk around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Perhaps the best thing about food fairs is that u get 2 sample loads of food &amp; drinks.Take my bro 4 example;he sampled almost everything ther is 2 sample.That's why i called him the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sample King.&lt;/span&gt;XDXD He once tried this vegetarian chicken,&amp; spitted it out later on when the saleslady wasn't looking because it tasted weird.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.We also tried this Sparkling Juice(i tink that's wad they all it)which tasted like soft drinks but it was very bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;O &amp; i realised wherever there's food 2 be sampled,u can see Aunties &amp;amp; Uncles crowding around the stall,&amp; in a matter of seconds,the food will all be gone.ahahaa.I can even hear the salesman shouting," &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bu yong qiang,bu yong qiang,wo men hai you hen duo&lt;/span&gt;!"LOL.At the end of the day,we bought a huge &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BOX&lt;/span&gt; of chocs,some Otah,2 packs of chicken in BBQ sauce,Hi-Chew sweets,&amp; a small box of chicken essence.I know it sounds little,but most of the stuff we bought already went in2 our stomachs.ehehe.We also proceeded 2 Carrefour afterwards,but not buying anything at all because ther's nth 2 buy &amp;amp; we were tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I guess the only items worth buying was the HiChew sweets.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;.It was selling only at 80cents!U cant get that price anywhere else i assure u :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**There're so many things left undone.i'm goin crazy!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***19th March 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-918676158855668539?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/918676158855668539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/918676158855668539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-week.html' title='Busy week.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-4063373031290212901</id><published>2007-03-09T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:18:43.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day wasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**listening 2 Arashi-Wish =D **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just came back from shopping with XJ a few hours ago...so exhausting i tell ya.Shopping can sometimes be so...tiring.Or maybe it was because we only bought only one item each?&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.I bought a pair of jeans while she purchased a simple tee.So in conclusion,we spent around &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt; hours deciding what to buy.-.-"" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It sounds dumb but it's true la.This shows that you cant rush into these kind of things.Just like deciding which course to take for the years to come.I really wonder if the course i've chosen is what i really want.I mean,it might not be the course that you thought it would be,or what others describe it as.But it's stupid to say these things now,cause' the road has already been laid.bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok so back to the main event of the day,shopping.We went from TM to Paya Lebar,&amp; back to TM again.And i wonder why we took 5 hrs to go 2 places.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EHEHE&lt;/span&gt;.I think we spent most of our time in This Fashion at Paya Lebar.xDD Which also happens to be the place where i've worked.(Paya Lebar i mean.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; This Fashion.LOL.)I thought i might bump into Auntie Yapy but i guess her job was done.Fond memories there yea.no doubt.Speaking of which,we have not given Auntie Yapy a treat yet.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HOW COULD WE.SO UNGRATEFUL&lt;/span&gt;.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oyea,This Fashion @ Paya Lebar was&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; HUGE&lt;/span&gt;.there's even a small staircase to the next level.O.O but that also means there's more variety.=DDD I wanted to buy this $18 pair of jeans there but i was thinking,"hmm i can also buy from Tamp. right?And it might be cheaper."So in the end&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt; of us didnt grab anything.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SO WASTED&lt;/span&gt;.esp my MRT fare.=( But it was worth it in the end cause' i DID find a cheaper pair or jeans at CK.But it was a place mostly for aunties so all i could buy was the jeans.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.dont laugh hor.I admit i'm poor ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By the way,something frustrating happened in the afternoon right before we went on a clothes search.Who to blame?&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE CLERK AT EVSS&lt;/span&gt;.Dont know her name,but it doesnt matter cause' the important part was,she told us &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that the leaving certs &amp;amp; testimonials werent ready.And guess what?The certs &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WERE&lt;/span&gt; ready.URGH.damnit.wasted my time &amp; sweat.The problem was,we were supposed to take it from Ms Leon,&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the clerk.I only realised it when jq smsed me.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WALAU&lt;/span&gt;.so paiseh sia.I even told him the certs werent ready.=X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But something else happened in the MRT too.Both of us were sitting at the extreme right,&amp;amp; i spotted Mei Hua on the opposite row,on the far left.She didnt notice we were there,so i told XJ to send her a sms,telling her we're just opposite her.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.XJ dare not look,but i stared at her hp.A few secs later,she did check her hp &amp;amp; only after a while she turned her head.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.When she saw me looking at her she smiled.Funny things happen when you least expect it.S'pore &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; a small island after all.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt; i typed so much!paiseh...xDxD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**shopping spree continues next wk.:D **&lt;br /&gt;***9th March 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-4063373031290212901?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4063373031290212901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4063373031290212901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-wasted.html' title='A day wasted.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-742307388780880172</id><published>2007-03-07T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T13:59:47.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting results + new cam = YAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;**loading HYD2 ep 9 =D**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ok so i was a &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BIT&lt;/span&gt; late in revealing my posting result...but i was too busy worrying why the HYD video wont work yesterday.heh.I even had to sms jq many times for help.S.O.S?&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.Guess what?The problem was,it was an AVI video -.- so i had 2 download this CCCP Codec thing in order to view it...isnt it troublesome?But i love HYD too much &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.But i was still an IT noob so i also had trouble trying to write the CD...bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But that aside,the most important thing is of course,the posting results.*drum roll*I was posted to....&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Temasek Poly&lt;/span&gt;!LOL ok that was lame...okok I got into the &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Media &amp; Communications&lt;/span&gt; course,otherwise known as Mass Comm.The surprising thing was,it was my 1st choice!So i guess i really had to thank my lucky stars.=) But i think the credit goes to my EL grade,cause' EL is the 1st language all polys consider.Dad was damn comical yesterday morning;he woke me up at 8am just to ask me to check my posting results.I was so tired i just told him to leave me alone.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AHAHAA&lt;/span&gt;.Then later on he proved he was more anxious than me by messaging me to inform that he had already checked my posting results online.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WALAU&lt;/span&gt;.He also played a trick on me;telling me the course code instead of the course name.He claimed MOE didnt display the course name.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;THAT BIG FAT LIAR&lt;/span&gt;.ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But he was also a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NICE FAT LIAR&lt;/span&gt; cause' he bought me a digital camera!&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;.I thought he was just kidding when he said, "You want a digital cam?ok i'll get one for you,"&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;so shocking.He again woke me up this morning to show that he really bought a camera for me.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AWWWW&lt;/span&gt;.At 1st i thought it was a dream,cause' I was thinking,where in the world did he have the time to buy a camera?He was playing Mahjong all night long,returning home only at morning.And so,because of that i couldnt really sleep.Then when i woke up around 11,I saw the Fujifilm plastic bag &amp; i realised Dad really did buy what i wanted&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.SO TOUCHING RIGHT?!&lt;/span&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I wanted to thank him so much but i didnt hav the courage to do so.But i will thank him in one way or another.=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;**I didnt think i would say this but,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE U DAD&lt;/span&gt;! :D **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***7th March 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-742307388780880172?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/742307388780880172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/742307388780880172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/posting-results-new-cam-yay.html' title='Posting results + new cam = YAY.'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-4038373137553408598</id><published>2007-03-04T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:08:12.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYD pics!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Repuh8xqdXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KaRk_DDGslM/s1600-h/HYD11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037960662696490354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Repuh8xqdXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KaRk_DDGslM/s320/HYD11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RepuiMxqdYI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmd_ALl9sD8/s1600-h/HYD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037960666991457666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RepuiMxqdYI/AAAAAAAAACE/gmd_ALl9sD8/s320/HYD2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RepuiMxqdZI/AAAAAAAAACM/VQ7eO5RDxxs/s1600-h/HYD12(ed).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037960666991457682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RepuiMxqdZI/AAAAAAAAACM/VQ7eO5RDxxs/s320/HYD12(ed).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RepuiMxqdaI/AAAAAAAAACU/zWsu3fy59_8/s1600-h/HYD8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037960666991457698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RepuiMxqdaI/AAAAAAAAACU/zWsu3fy59_8/s320/HYD8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RepuicxqdbI/AAAAAAAAACc/SRjqyz3NTX8/s1600-h/HYD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037960671286425010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/RepuicxqdbI/AAAAAAAAACc/SRjqyz3NTX8/s320/HYD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Reptx8xqdSI/AAAAAAAAABU/GluB9_cTh04/s1600-h/HYD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037959838062769442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Reptx8xqdSI/AAAAAAAAABU/GluB9_cTh04/s320/HYD3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Reptx8xqdTI/AAAAAAAAABc/eBJOsNWkS1A/s1600-h/HYD4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037959838062769458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Reptx8xqdTI/AAAAAAAAABc/eBJOsNWkS1A/s320/HYD4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/ReptyMxqdUI/AAAAAAAAABk/kJuPz3WGZvc/s1600-h/HYD7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037959842357736770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/ReptyMxqdUI/AAAAAAAAABk/kJuPz3WGZvc/s320/HYD7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/ReptyMxqdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/cla4q8vT7Vc/s1600-h/HYD6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037959842357736786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/ReptyMxqdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/cla4q8vT7Vc/s320/HYD6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/ReptycxqdWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EAdi9UfhN3k/s1600-h/HYD10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037959846652704098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/ReptycxqdWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EAdi9UfhN3k/s320/HYD10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;OGURI SHUN&lt;/span&gt; pics!as promised.LMAO.i've also added the HYD cast pics...YAY.pic1 is Matsuda Shota &amp; Abe,pic2 is Matsumoto Jun,pic3 is Abe,pic4 is Shota,pic5 is Mao wif Jun(awww),the next 3 r &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SHUN&lt;/span&gt; pics,followed by pic of the 4 guys,thn lastly a pic of Jun wif Shun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;.=DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;**4th March 07**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-4038373137553408598?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4038373137553408598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/4038373137553408598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/hyd-pics.html' title='HYD pics!!!'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dK08A6lbG8/Repuh8xqdXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KaRk_DDGslM/s72-c/HYD11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10693547.post-6007247542426818613</id><published>2007-03-02T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:13:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana Yori Dango</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;**just finished watching the cast of HYD in tokyo friends park video =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HYD rocks!It's the 2nd Jdrama i've watched...it's also airing on Channel 56 every Sat 9pm,which makes it even more convenient to watch.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;.HYD2 has also been released...but many users have been suspended from Youtube cause' they've violated copyrights...sigh.&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;-some have uploaded the vids on Dailymotion...&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YINDAIYO&lt;/span&gt;!HYD stands for &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hana Yori Dango&lt;/span&gt;,either meaning flowers over boys or flowers b4 boys.It's the jap version of F4...hehe.But i think it's more fun 2 watch HYD cause' it's hilarious &amp; the guys r really gd-looking.LOL.eg:&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OGURI SHUN&lt;/span&gt;!xDDDD he's the coolest among the 4.But Matsumoto Jun has better acting skills i think.=X For those who hav cable TV,&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GO WATCH HYD TML&lt;/span&gt;!!Meanwhile,i shall upload pics of Shun &amp;amp; the rest of the HYD cast.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;.P.S-the 1st 4 sngs that r playing on my blog r all frm HYD!! =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;**Certs &amp;amp; testimonials might be ready 4 collection by next wk.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;***2nd March 07***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10693547-6007247542426818613?l=the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6007247542426818613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10693547/posts/default/6007247542426818613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-blogger-side-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/hana-yori-dango.html' title='Hana Yori Dango'/><author><name>jeanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11261946659432344327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
