<?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-31245181</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:57:57.344+08:00</updated><category term='photoblog'/><category term='YVIP'/><category term='JNR CLUB'/><title type='text'>life; ONSTANDBY</title><subtitle type='html'>Your daily tidbit of life (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7420330592041759459</id><published>2009-02-21T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:01:28.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitkats are not infinite</title><content type='html'>those smooth curved veined greens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt; tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto the bench of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;love, life and laughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did they sit by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they left me&lt;br /&gt;while I was&lt;br /&gt;perched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;and struggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_________&lt;/span&gt;keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lanced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the pine's stressed branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JY MYSELF FOR MATH &amp;amp; CHEM LECTURE TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;STS + SPEECH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7420330592041759459?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7420330592041759459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7420330592041759459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7420330592041759459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7420330592041759459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/kitkats-are-not-infinite.html' title='Kitkats are not infinite'/><author><name>charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12725204040160504930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/TGz0zJXq3ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yzvvNunN_NE/S220/icon10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5985571135988885454</id><published>2008-12-23T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:43:56.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JNR CLUB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YVIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>my radar under blizzard, hailstorm, snowflakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ADVANCE TO ALL! :D&lt;br /&gt;Few events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YSP Camp during YVIP attachment exchange prog!&lt;br /&gt;Station Games @ ECP with ACJC organisers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviYj7pvI/AAAAAAAAABU/aWWF7bHFpso/s1600-h/ysp+camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviYj7pvI/AAAAAAAAABU/aWWF7bHFpso/s400/ysp+camp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985736893343474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin - winata's stalker, Chinyang, Junyi, Calvin&lt;br /&gt;Winata, Lihui - the object of affection &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are all closet paedophiles (except for junyi who is very open about it!) and Zona who is decent is not in the photo ;D Everybody was all smiles because we treated the kids to ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviV-XeiI/AAAAAAAAABM/1ASeF0LRB0E/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviV-XeiI/AAAAAAAAABM/1ASeF0LRB0E/s400/DSC02409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985736198912546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zona turned slightly paedophilic at night gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviCydXSI/AAAAAAAAABE/inFD-xEAun0/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviCydXSI/AAAAAAAAABE/inFD-xEAun0/s400/DSC02411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985731048693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sudden urge to go vegan after that meal!&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch Outing w/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAULAU&lt;/span&gt;:  My sandal strap tore off while I was walking in puddles from MYMCA to payalebar mrt so I was half barefooted on the train till bugis where I got a new pair of flats :D And we went shoppinggggg! Tried on loads of clothes, was very fun despite all the crowds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Med JNR CLUB outing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviJxOw1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMp05HSNeZE/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviJxOw1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMp05HSNeZE/s400/DSC02415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985732922590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY PINK NO. 4! + Esmond's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pool addicts (blame clubmed!) we went to this super ulu mall in katong to play pool at like, 11am, while Dawn &amp;amp; I sat and froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDvh6bYh_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/282vUWXYPsY/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDvh6bYh_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/282vUWXYPsY/s400/DSC02416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985728804423666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike calls this imba thing a spyder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrxJm_L4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nwdiDGOIEZo/s1600-h/DSC02420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrxJm_L4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nwdiDGOIEZo/s400/DSC02420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981592531152770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which works well for everybody except sean, because the white ball likes to evade him :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrxE0G_jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Fak30DHL7xI/s1600-h/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrxE0G_jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Fak30DHL7xI/s400/DSC02423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981591244013106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can vaguely see all of them acting emo by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we &lt;u&gt;walked&lt;/u&gt; ECP w/o dawn because she was on Mission Romantic and rented bikes! We passed by the Bougainvillea Garden (from YSP station games!) and I suggested dragging our bikes up and spiralling down and it was super fun until I jammed my right brake first(and ivan was consistently reminding us NOT to) and FLEW OFF MY BIKE ): Tore a hole in my pants and got suaned by mike:&lt;br /&gt;"What are those things in front of you?" "Brakes?" "Use them!" "I know I pressed the wrong one!" "T.T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrw11xKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M4rhzoEhMlM/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrw11xKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M4rhzoEhMlM/s400/DSC02425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981587224439346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan's trident ice cream cone!&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty jealous of Isaac's chocolate sundae because I can't eat the chocolate syrup &amp;amp; had to get the strawberry flavour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrwzkk9eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2hcBS8oT-Hg/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrwzkk9eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2hcBS8oT-Hg/s400/DSC02426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981586615465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber cool packaging (for a beanie) that I found in Mike's bag of gifts while we were on a cab (again), then I watched half of Wall-E on Mike's X-fi while on train ride from Kembangan which is fricking far but made a lot better by staring at cute robots (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Would like to say THANKYOU SO VERY MUCH to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawn, Sean, Michael, Ivan, Isaac, Eugene &amp;amp; Esmond&lt;/span&gt; for the X'mas gifts! Not going to open them till Christmas morning so... will update when the time comes =D&lt;br /&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/31245181-5985571135988885454?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5985571135988885454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5985571135988885454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5985571135988885454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5985571135988885454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-radar-under-blizzard-hailstorm.html' title='my radar under blizzard, hailstorm, snowflakes'/><author><name>charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12725204040160504930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/TGz0zJXq3ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yzvvNunN_NE/S220/icon10.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviYj7pvI/AAAAAAAAABU/aWWF7bHFpso/s72-c/ysp+camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3290904209930481581</id><published>2007-07-27T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:08:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE MOVED AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Um, hi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sadly, unable to continue this long wait for &lt;u&gt;December 17&lt;/u&gt; (when my Blogger account turns 2) so do click &lt;a href="http://onstandby.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to go to my new domain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagboard shall remain here for you lazy people who dont like the comments function :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what a hasty close to a very hasty start.&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking about ditching Blogger for ages but I haven't! You must've been "gracious, she's finally honoured her words." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*perishes in self-pity*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3290904209930481581?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3290904209930481581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3290904209930481581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3290904209930481581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3290904209930481581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-moved-again.html' title='I&apos;VE MOVED AGAIN!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-895689387377776190</id><published>2007-07-23T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:40:59.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Primroses</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO: The &lt;em&gt;Beau&lt;/em&gt;tiful &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; Peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mustDEFINITELY come by the &lt;b&gt;3Dungbomb&lt;/b&gt; (I always get a kick out of name-calling my own class :D) stall and we assure you that you will come out of it smelling ANYTHING BUT GOOD! Of course, you can always choose to have a soothing Heaven &amp;amp; Earth Green Tea Bubble Bath, additional $2 for rubber duckies go to the Community Chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Did I not sound saintly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, you really have to come by because I have gone to my wits' end to beg my fellow beings to purchase pretty little mealworms to wriggle down your windpipes sia! Oh and we have &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MEIJI&lt;/span&gt; champ prizes (idea grabbed from CAP slam but manzxzxz &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MEIJI&lt;/span&gt; is da ownage!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;, AT WHATEVER THE TIME WHEN THE TEACHERS DISAPPEAR INTO THE COMFORT OF THEIR STAFFROOM COFFEE MUGS&lt;/span&gt; =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby. Come confront your fears! Poke 'em *rawr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I was kidding about the rubber duckie part but you are always welcome to purchase one xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOORAH&lt;/span&gt; i have time today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : i lost the pig stint ): &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : hooray hesties we are going to shop for baskets of sin tmrw! :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JONLIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: whoa nice water bottles you guys left us! but we lost two jerricans &gt;.&lt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JHOSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : *grins* hair too short or skin too tan? &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GENIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : wlau hagrid is TONS better than him! &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GEOFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : seriously? I think there were alot of bad parts about the camp, it's just that you get overwhelmed by all the good stuff on the last day ROFL. &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PEARLZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : YEAH i can't stand the dark bg T.T JY for your images illustration! &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WLIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Hurh i'll swop the CTs for the 21day course anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, and alot to say! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-895689387377776190?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/895689387377776190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=895689387377776190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/895689387377776190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/895689387377776190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/wild-primroses.html' title='Wild Primroses'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-1180463465283980782</id><published>2007-07-22T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mapped Alternatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEY WE HAD THE COOKHOUSE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RqLB9VFzZvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gmTfFta2jlg/s1600-h/marshall-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089843788259747570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RqLB9VFzZvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gmTfFta2jlg/s320/marshall-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARSHALL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. five days of tent pitching, repellent spray and sea water sure did something to my entire physique. I'd say that campsite 1 was good, but i preferred the AGQ campsite a lot more, the sea was just 3m away and the place was open and breezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there was only one height element and we got the &lt;b&gt;Rock Wall&lt;/b&gt;. My scale-the-wall buddy was nonetheless Mr Lim Jun Jie who had the unfortunate luck of having to comfort yours truly at the top of the wall when i decided that i simply couldn't "let go and sit in my harness" and was close to tears. That makes a hit on my 10 most embarrassing moments list! This young man also put half an energy bar on my paddle when I asked for food while kayaking T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another instance, I woke up at 4am hot and bothered by the sand on my legs. I tossed to my left and less than 1m away, JJ was snoring and there was this symphony all around going PTOO PTOO PTOO till daybreak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'shan and I were store ICs for the trip and boy, the keychain was this big clunky piece of wood with MARSHALL on it. So attractive huh :D This girl attempted to create ambience by bluff snoring and I laughed so hard I lost about 3 hours of sleep that night xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;b&gt;Sea Expedition&lt;/b&gt; buddies were Poh Jun Hao and Xiang Lonn who handled the situation really well when we were being chased by a storm. We were forever going off-course because of the lack of weight on the boat xD We shared all the foodstuff from oreos (nice 3-in-a-packs) to squashed bread bzzz. The capsizing was incredibly fun too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We generally had mini-gatherings throughout the five days, one major during the heavy storm at AGQ. Jian Howe is a total funnyman im telling you. All he does is stand there really tall with his cap and poncho on saying TAMADE every five secs in a sian diaoed voice while the water outside rushed in :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Land Expedition&lt;/b&gt; led us to this checkpoint called The Navigation Beacon really high up on the island. Jackie made us walk on the edge around the area in silence to reflect and think about the beacon and direction in our lives. Now I sort of understand where all the good batch of NIE graduates go (: To my surprise, after the walk, I couldn't vividly find a direction im heading towards in life right now, like half of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kaylene Lee is VERY capable of porning her way through a bath xD&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Shen&lt;/i&gt;zihao is generally appeased using Hot Milo&lt;br /&gt;3. Poh Jun Hao's nosebleeds are seriously scary.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have peed in the grass while screaming bloody murder at the bugs :O&lt;br /&gt;5. It was some bullfrog mating season x.x&lt;br /&gt;6. I am actually sick of instant noodles lol!&lt;br /&gt;7. Im not sure if our shoes are biodegradable but 'shan and I left them in the bushes!&lt;br /&gt;8. Xiu Min, Bei Shan &amp;amp; Qian Hui are my fellow formidable toilet cleaners!&lt;br /&gt;9. William, if you look like a Hagrid, at least adopt his personality alright T.T&lt;br /&gt;10. Man we actually cried when we left camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is really very disorganized, havent managed to sort out my thoughts properly yet. Im just really really glad for having a wonderful group these five days albeit the many times I swore and yelled at you guys *sheepish look* and ms shanshan who took the liberty and kept me from scratching my bites =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally planning to sing IM GOIN' HOME, TO THE PLACE WHERE I BELONG on the last day and I ended up sniffling so hard I forgot about it entirely :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO BACK FOR THE NINEDAY COURSE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; Jackie (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-1180463465283980782?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1180463465283980782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=1180463465283980782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1180463465283980782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1180463465283980782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-mapped-alternatives.html' title='New Mapped Alternatives'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RqLB9VFzZvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gmTfFta2jlg/s72-c/marshall-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5986846002555709934</id><published>2007-07-14T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:20.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Nature Shall Sing In Its Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RpiPu-Imd8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Fr_D2XYaTUE/s1600-h/Flowers004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086973816230803394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RpiPu-Imd8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Fr_D2XYaTUE/s320/Flowers004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about three days, this archive of mine shall turn a year old :D Sadly, I wont be here to see it because I'll be at Pulau Ubin &lt;i&gt;eating sleeping and shitting under the same tree as a wild boar&lt;/i&gt;! Boy, does that not sound &lt;u&gt;ex-ci-ting&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days three nights and an extremely ardous trek up Mount K proved to be fun; this OB school course as got to be funner [as JN puts it]! Aside from the hassle of packing (during which I swear about every five seconds), and the first hour of meeting when items suddenly turn up in my brain that I havent brought along, the rest of it has got to be AT LEAST worth more than another week of school =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of the official opinion that influencing people to read Picoult is TONS easier than how the French tried to make Vietnamese dump Confucious for the Catholic Church. Apparently Charmaine has gone IPO! Not in the literal sense but Picoult was a girl market in RV m'dear, now it has opened to the &lt;strike&gt;ego&lt;/strike&gt; males! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim #01 &lt;b&gt;Liew Wei Hao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;jesslyn is reading the first page of Wildclaw in The Tenth Circle while I animatedly advertise it to her&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Hao: WHOA COMICS! &lt;i&gt;peers at cover&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Hao: Wah sai this kind of book got comics one arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Calvin Tay &amp;amp; CCL look at the page for a bit before going off.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Hao sits down with the book and like every typical humaniod, skips to the end of every chapter to just read the comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asks about the content and characters and "why is this happening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell him that it is precisely why he has to read the text pages in between and he is wowed by the amount of mature content and borrows it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e did carpark duty today for VIPs and Guest Of Honor, just wearing full uniform makes my head go a little shaky but it was generally fun with Beaver :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go for dance tomorrow, Mr. Leong gets a kick out of depriving us of sleep and I shall go back to doing those hundred question long Questions About Yourself quizzes x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stud count: 12&lt;br /&gt;Ear Candy : Westlife &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hehh&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/31245181-5986846002555709934?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5986846002555709934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5986846002555709934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5986846002555709934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5986846002555709934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-nature-shall-sing-in-its-place.html' title='And Nature Shall Sing In Its Place'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RpiPu-Imd8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Fr_D2XYaTUE/s72-c/Flowers004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3121918159092982248</id><published>2007-07-06T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:51:49.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS.</title><content type='html'>I wasn't paying very much attention to floorball some time ago. I vaguely remember that Jesslyn's balls went a little wayward and mine literally went off course because my mind was hooked on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even longer while ago, I read this article on Warren Buffet. He amazingly lives without a handphone, nor a computer on his desk. Boy, he's the second richest man in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I embarked on this train of thought which led me to many other complicated matters like Oxford school fees, reincarnation and my next big plan to convince my dad to sponsor Nineteen Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short of calculating the 20% discount, JJ grinned evily at me from across the court and my brain had this sudden short circuit (not because of any particular passion -.-) due to something I remembered and it just kept going round in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im rather nerved about the 12:01AM event because I would then finally find out my utmost beloved character's whereabouts. Being the typical tattlebrain, I consider rather seriously, my purpose in life twenty years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run up behind the grass patch to get the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we are all capable, being RVians. However, Freedom of Speech is something dished out, and pre-written with added epilogue for us by people of higher authority. Freedom of Speech is what we were promised when we turned integrated. (Or was it an illusion on my part?) Then why, are the topics we are allowed to form a perspective upon controlled by the school? On very few occasions when we manage to form a concrete point of view and present it to an audience, we are either marked down or penalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, I miss the ball entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I decided SG was just a place to pick up skills from, Desmond comes jogging up to me with a emo look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so going to die in floorball," he sighs and runs back to his court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded at him, still stunned with the realisation that I really should have been looking at the needles before my feet instead of peering at inactive volcanoes sitting a mile away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3121918159092982248?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3121918159092982248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3121918159092982248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3121918159092982248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3121918159092982248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/focus.html' title='FOCUS.'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-1641703470940764756</id><published>2007-07-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:03:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherancy at 10:01 PM</title><content type='html'>Eileen The iLIN has noticed the dark BG! Honestly black has never been a very condusive color for me but when I saw the skin I just had to have it, I swopped the image; the original depicts some paint-peeled flats with a girl looking out of one of the windows. P/S Matt, I didnt use photoshop for that image xD&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proclaim today as &lt;b&gt;Best Weekday of&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Shitty&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;b&gt;2007&lt;/b&gt;! I know &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, half the time I literally let the damn thing through my legs and I can't kick a ball to save my life, let alone a bottle. Should I sit down (like what I am doing right now) and rewind the entire 2007 tape, the times I have great big hearty laughs can simply be counted on just both hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people with whom I can lose my head, go off my rockers, run around and laugh like a lunatic without actually being conscious about people watching. These are the people who have seen me straight out of bed, shook me awake for sentry duty.&lt;br /&gt; These people have seen me, not only seen me but have seen me &lt;strong&gt;through&lt;/strong&gt; the ugliest depths of secondary school life; taught me &lt;em&gt;incidentally&lt;/em&gt; to lose my conservativeness; shared uncountable (maybe countable) bottles of 100 plus and just one Hershey;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only recently did I realise that being part of it offered not only vindication, but a stress-free outlet where all the world was candyfloss and PT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so accomplished being able to recognise thirty wallets and thirty bags; I just sat on my bed numbly for a rather long time with a silly grin, lost in watching my mind replay slides of numerous enjoyable times. &lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'd give anything just to go through all of it again with the same people. Hell it's true when they say &lt;u&gt;Better Late Than Never&lt;/u&gt;. You're going to be reading that above chunk again when ROD comes rolling along, but it's never too early to start churning ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the pure and simple truth&lt;br /&gt;is rarely pure and never simple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-1641703470940764756?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1641703470940764756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=1641703470940764756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1641703470940764756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1641703470940764756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/incoherancy-at-1001-pm.html' title='Incoherancy at 10:01 PM'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3797757308444482157</id><published>2007-06-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:47:25.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Encount(Li)ar.</title><content type='html'>Current Mood: &lt;strike&gt;dreadful&lt;/strike&gt; bake beanish&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgwtfbbq scratch &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; that. I think I feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;/.\ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop going on about how awfully tiresome my day was, and how Huishan &amp; I spectaculated that Eks was going to have to use the $3000 cash prize to pay for our (the girls') &lt;em&gt;excessive&lt;/em&gt; use of toilet paper. Ahem, girls need toilet paper for a reason, my dear principal. And this reason concerns the entire, lengthy future generation of Singapore! Your restricting us to &lt;strong&gt;1 toilet roll per toilet per min. 30 girls&lt;/strong&gt; may just cause the future generation to cease to exist. Now, wouldn't that be scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaver &amp;amp; I were on the green line home from NP today. We were standing on the left side of the doors in the train and opposite us was in fact, a humongous pile of yellow-brown-orange shit. Not so.&lt;br /&gt;But we felt equally disgusted anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couple in their late 20s were shuttling around each other and at that very moment when I glanced over, the man was planting loud, slurrrrpy kisses on the woman's arm (ew.) and (well I couldn't bear to continue looking on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over to Beaver and asked her "You saw that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah DUH they've been doing it since we boarded the train T.T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doors opened at Dover and wonderful, well done, excellent; another couple in their mid 20s entered and choped the space between us and the 1st couple. And they started doing the same, vigorous actions like 7 decibels away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaver was "Are you thinking what Im thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I think I'm thinking what you're thinking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Beaver replied, "Maybe we should do the same?"&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a swooney, lovey look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I feel soooo invigorated, Jhosy! Let's kiss!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she gave me a rather horrified look and continued on in a loud, passive voice: "Maybe some people should be more subtle hor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Jhosy, then I shall begin to seduce you.. subtly!" I said. And laughed quite hysterically at myself.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break, they sounded like 4 kids sucking from a straw at some black grass jelly &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; loudly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript: All characters and dialogue mentioned in this recount are purely for self-entertainment purposes and are in no way meant to be serious (&lt;em&gt;particularly to Mr Koh NJ&lt;/em&gt;) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3797757308444482157?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3797757308444482157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3797757308444482157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3797757308444482157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3797757308444482157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/beautiful-encountliar.html' title='Beautiful Encount(Li)ar.'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5236572996228633832</id><published>2007-06-25T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:21.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I want you to stay...</title><content type='html'>Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Robert Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet. The first thought which entered my mind was DAEYT FETOODE ALARM CLOCKE! &lt;em&gt;it sounds really cool if you pronounce it&lt;/em&gt; And as I am sitting here and assuring myself that I will not like your usual typical blogger, tell you about my day because helluva I dont think a movie of my life will make it to the hollywood movie box very far at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the stuff I read will (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rn-TdAQ7Y-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZFSbQRKZRus/s1600-h/The+Constant+Gardener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079941031193699298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rn-TdAQ7Y-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZFSbQRKZRus/s320/The+Constant+Gardener.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtvr, I know the cover looks zidamn boring and all but (hees my copy has a different, more emotional cover) it is interesting or at least I hope it'll be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ten people have exclaimed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHARMAINE YOU CUT YOUR HAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU LOOK SO CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU LOOK LIKE A SEC ONE NOOB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following that, pinched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtvr -.- At least now I can &lt;strike&gt;prop&lt;/strike&gt; my leg up on the hawker centre table like a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chow ah beng&lt;/span&gt; and drink my milo dinosaur on Saturday mornings without getting startled looks from prim women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la I was just kidding. One of my wild wild dreams that I'll never get to fulfil with the prim and proper society emerging. Now, isn't my San Guo Yan Yi book lying around here somewhere?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;.. five inches and ten thousand miles away from me please.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5236572996228633832?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5236572996228633832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5236572996228633832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5236572996228633832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5236572996228633832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-i-want-you-to-stay.html' title='Hey I want you to stay...'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rn-TdAQ7Y-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZFSbQRKZRus/s72-c/The+Constant+Gardener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2783835167593550226</id><published>2007-06-24T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:22:29.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reopening...</title><content type='html'>Lol okok I am updating. I mean, I've had about five saved drafts so far and I have this macho complex about the things I do and it is that I just have to do it in one sitting. (And no, I am not going to post them because they are fragmented lines that usually stream from my brain on random topics or frustration aka not pretty to look at.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sort of done the necessary pieces of homework since I am going to guiltfully waste away the last few precious hours of this June Holiday gorging on party food at some friend-of-mom's birthday party. As I was scribbling and my handwriting became extraordinarily atrocious at 2am last night, I was thinking about my life's purpose(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally resigned to what they want for me, and &lt;i&gt;what would be good in the future&lt;/i&gt;. I must admit it was quite a number to sacrifices to have made, but I dropped the long locks of hair for short bangs and it is indeed a lot more convenient. I look less like conformist to the entire girl stereotype (which is dumb, if I must mention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have spent more time sitting down and thinking. I havent stopped writing and I doubt I will, it is just that my thoughts are penned down in a different place. Events like the CAP outing attracts me because I get to communicate with people with more than wires and webcams (: Have a lovely reopening, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2783835167593550226?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2783835167593550226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2783835167593550226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2783835167593550226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2783835167593550226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/reopening.html' title='Reopening...'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7104910402060932395</id><published>2007-06-20T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:47:08.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd like to highlight some things from today's PK course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Beaver apparently had an enjoyable time decorating my entire set of PK notes with her retarded and disillusioned smileys AND she pinched me more than 5 times, tut tut. Arrr beaver you remember the Mr Smiley Pringles that took up one entire page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Ms Wooytz - oh you all know Ms Wooytz &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; me! - has a surmountable fear of little white pussy paws sitting at the front of the HTA gate. And she screamed at me through the phone when we were only one control station away from each other -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Mr Leong aka GotFruit was sitting infront of me with OQH and Cheeky. Somehow I could hear drips and drabs of their &lt;i&gt;high&lt;/i&gt; conversation on *lowers voice* objects of sexual desire. And I had a wonderful time trying to stain GotFruit's hair with my new blue and far-too-inky highlighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Ms Chiou and LaiLai &lt;u&gt;finished&lt;/u&gt;, aka COMPLETED a few terribly hard mole calculation questions while the Woodford guy was speaking daddums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] A packet of FAMOUS AMOS cookies appeared misteriously along our row of chairs (i swear it must have been a mirage) while our tums were grumbling right before lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] It took 30mins to get the entire pack of people outside mac cos they were having a great debate over mcnuggets on the &lt;b&gt;Unit BBQ crisis&lt;/b&gt;. This house says that: We should not pay the eight bucks! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK I should stop writing and polish my bootes so that they are so shiny, Beaver's eyes shall POP OUT tomorrow when she looks at 'em :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7104910402060932395?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7104910402060932395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7104910402060932395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7104910402060932395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7104910402060932395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/id-like-to-highlight-some-things-from.html' title=''/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7031805922356569701</id><published>2007-06-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:24:12.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About The Funniest Thing Today</title><content type='html'>Rajiv the Man is asking me which &lt;b&gt;random&lt;/b&gt; place to put on his sister's Bobbi Brown mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say toenails / earlobes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did the &lt;u&gt;nose&lt;/u&gt; instead xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7031805922356569701?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7031805922356569701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7031805922356569701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7031805922356569701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7031805922356569701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/about-funniest-thing-today.html' title='About The Funniest Thing Today'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5205296636504200311</id><published>2007-06-18T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:57:35.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartwheels On Air</title><content type='html'>I'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;Two blinks of an eye ago,&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at the jagged, rocky edge&lt;br /&gt;Of a cliff that drops down to a vast blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it was tugging,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my pants as I pulled against its force&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know where I was running to&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know what awaited me&lt;br /&gt;But I knew what I was running from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything but my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Was dangling in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;Nails dug into the last bit of granite my hands could cover.&lt;br /&gt;And I made the ultimate decision&lt;br /&gt;Equivalent to a click on the send/del button&lt;br /&gt;It was on to another dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every inch of drag&lt;br /&gt;Of blurry visions and bits of sky&lt;br /&gt;I left regret, greed, and lust&lt;br /&gt;In the spaces between the air molecules&lt;br /&gt;Where I hope they'll stay happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been a very explicit person;&lt;br /&gt;Have a million long-winded ways to say 'death'&lt;br /&gt;But this death would be washed over&lt;br /&gt;By the pure bliss of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was going to fall into.&lt;br /&gt;You can come and watch, but I wont ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe from two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits to charmaine from plmgs on the start &amp; last line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5205296636504200311?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5205296636504200311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5205296636504200311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5205296636504200311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5205296636504200311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/cartwheels-on-air.html' title='Cartwheels On Air'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3533628925432496339</id><published>2007-06-17T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:44:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddeo and the Stereo</title><content type='html'>Wow this is like the first time im doing two posts in a day! I'm sitting here on the pretext of doing homework but I really need to say something about the way 987fm just keeps playing that &lt;em&gt;baby I will wait for you, cos I don't know what else I can do..&lt;/em&gt; song. It's way fugging irritating when I first hear the opening dinga-dinga-ding tune and I TOTALLY spam jO with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cнаям- whimmy! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OMFG! THEY ARE PLAYING SCLUB 7's NEVER HAD A DREAM COME TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-j0 *wsy walk along the lollypop lines. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;REALLY! w8 w8 lemme check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cнаям- whimmy! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay.. the tune's alil weird i think it's a remix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-j0 *wsy walk along the lollypop lines. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-_____- zzz i wish! no la it's Yamin's new single..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total gheyness -.- And they played it 3times today already, did I mentioned I'm really irritated with that sonnnnng!&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being damn touchy over what I hear but&lt;br /&gt;Cant they just play sweet ballads like Michael Buble's Home? Or some Crazy Frog nonsensical blahblah in your head kind of thing! Even JT's Sexyback :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not the Yamin thing! Esp. when my SCLUB 7 has already broken up and I have spent such a sooper long time looking for their boppydoppy songs that can simply double up as dance tracks or lullabies &lt;u&gt;anytime&lt;/u&gt;! I feel sorta boppy right now anyway so Im putting away all the emo and heavymetal stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Something more interesting that makes more ___sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Charmaine&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Charmaine!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charmaine never said 'Play it again, Sam'!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are Charmaine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Charmaine-fighting market in the Philippines is huge - several thousand Charmaine-fights take place there every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charmaine is black with white stripes, not white with black stripes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first American zoo was built in 1794, and contained only Charmaine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Europe is the only continent that lacks Charmaine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charmaine was first grown in America by the grandmother Maria Ann Smith, from whom her name comes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Britain's Millennium Dome is more than double the size of Charmaine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charmaine is actually a mammal, not a fish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sixteenth century mathematician lost his nose in a duel over his love for Charmaine, and wore a silver replacement for the rest of his life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. What do zebras say? CHOMP. (refer to point 4)&lt;br /&gt;OHHH CORRINNE MAY! she's got such a lovely voice :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a pointless blogspot but I feel pointless right now after guffawing at dear Geri being called Garrison?(forgot his name)'s girlfriend xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that reminds me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out yesterday to buy loads of dad-stuff like ties and cotton shirts. It's so fun to be a dad isnt it! Except for the part where you have to practically support the entire family and yell at your girls for staying out too late and making sure they do their studies well and stowing your golf clubs to change diaper pads when mommy isnt home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So three of us have oathed to be good girls and cultivate healthy sleeping hours, stay at home as much as possible and help wash the fugly BMW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a wonderful oneweekleft of the june hols, folks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3533628925432496339?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3533628925432496339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3533628925432496339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3533628925432496339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3533628925432496339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow-this-is-like-first-time-im-doing.html' title='Daddeo and the Stereo'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-8866415763954685771</id><published>2007-06-17T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:25.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SALAD DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076863459492848434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSkawQ7YzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xjB-el0jm6s/s320/Inspi(RED)010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can you believe I was this high up to snap such a beautiful view? This was the spot we sat; cuddled together and watched the sunrise at 5.50am on Day 3 albeit shrieks of &lt;i&gt;can we go down yet?! it's effing cold!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSltgQ7Y0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/bIxV0RKqrbQ/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076864881127023426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSltgQ7Y0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/bIxV0RKqrbQ/s200/Inspi(RED)011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My climbing buddies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from left&lt;/i&gt; Beaver; Genie; Mr. Leong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSltwQ7Y3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/hmRe2cNY7Xk/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076864885421990770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSltwQ7Y3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/hmRe2cNY7Xk/s200/Inspi(RED)021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner! Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from left&lt;/i&gt; Mr. Leong; Genie; OmJ; PKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSluAQ7Y4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7Q5vdoSjGsg/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076864889716958082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSluAQ7Y4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7Q5vdoSjGsg/s200/Inspi(RED)022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from left&lt;/i&gt; PearWen; Ms Chio; Beaver; Chlorine; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6QQ7Y7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/We8kfup5uXo/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076867299193611186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6QQ7Y7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/We8kfup5uXo/s200/Inspi(RED)019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adna banana; Beaver; Ms Wooytz; ANTY @ Brunei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what to do my camera width is only enough to capture 4 people D:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6AQ7Y5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/smoo6_GlsMI/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076867294898643858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6AQ7Y5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/smoo6_GlsMI/s200/Inspi(RED)018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OQH; LWK; Genie; Mr Leong @ Brunei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6AQ7Y6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/FLh-HDgCY5k/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076867294898643874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6AQ7Y6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/FLh-HDgCY5k/s200/Inspi(RED)004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awww my bunkmateys! :D + Sharman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6QQ7Y8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/qnxntNl6L2g/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076867299193611202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6QQ7Y8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/qnxntNl6L2g/s200/Inspi(RED)023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Ugly Sister's Peak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6gQ7Y9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/mYs4BuVRDdA/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076867303488578514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSn6gQ7Y9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/mYs4BuVRDdA/s200/Inspi(RED)025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descend, descend! Poh Cheng &amp; Beaver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Photos do whet your appetite dont they (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19 cutesy pootsy cadets; 3 CIs; 3 TOs; 1 OC ; NO TOURGUIDE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;actually have laa but we shall make him invisible - *POOF*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wenjie's cranky comments made my stomach hurt really bad from laughing ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We saw quite a few &lt;b&gt;unisex bathing rooms&lt;/b&gt; on the way; squabbled over whether &lt;b&gt;Tiger Airways&lt;/b&gt; was S'pore or not (mind enlightening us?); and OH LALA we went into the air-conditioned Borneo Hotel thinking it was the stay for the night but nooo it's this little ulu &lt;b&gt;Step In Lodge&lt;/b&gt; packed into the back of the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The climb was positively torturous but fun at the same time, leading us up to Mt. Hut after the 6km mark on Day Two. To get into the Gunting Lagadan Hut, you have to get on all fours and crawl up the stone slabs to reach a wooden staircase! &lt;u&gt;and there is no heater!&lt;/u&gt; It was around 10deg celsius @ Mt. Hut. &lt;b&gt;LaiLai&lt;/b&gt; and and few other people had the runs and were in the Tandas most of the time D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.06.07 1.30am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr. Oh walked into our crammed 8people bunk and woke us up. Miss Wooytz claims that she wanted to wake me up in the night to go tandas with her; yours truly sat up in bed; gave a groggy smile and flopped back to sleep midst the spiders! I must have been dreaming P:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we started climbing. Staircases, staircases, torchlights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rocks, water, pebbles, water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rock steps and more rock steps. Thinning oxygen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rope up a nearly vertical plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rock slabs, endlessly going on rock slabs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the &lt;b&gt;8.5km&lt;/b&gt; mark, the four of us &amp; Mr. Chua &amp;amp; Sir Eric decided we just couldnt climb anymore 'cos we stopped every time the wind came. We dramatically sank to our knees and saw Pearwen &amp; Sharman struggling against the wind. Pearwen was lamenting for the tandas (there are none at the peak) and Sharman came to cuddle with us. And so we sat there in a bundle of legs and watched the sunrise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were so high up, when the sun rose we could see practically the whole of Sabah below the swirling white clouds. Took a few snapshots and made our way down. Beaver's Mizuno sports shoes gave her a 90% slip rate and twice we went zooming down the staircases xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It took about two hours to descend to Mt. Hut and I dragged Ms Chiou around soliciting people for breakfast cos my tum was grumbling &lt;i&gt;roarr&lt;/i&gt; by 9am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We reached Timpohon Gate (the starting point) by evening and one line by Miss Vijay that I found really amusing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I dont want lunch, I dont want dinner; just ROLL ME DOWN!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.06.07 6.00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*japanese alarm song plays*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wooytz: JN, switch off... *falls back into bed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LaiLai: Wakes up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charmaine: No reaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JN: Exit alarm *zzz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.06.07 6.45am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*very loud knocks on the door*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charmaine: Wlau... *goes back to sleep*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OQH: How come 6am so bright alr..? Maybe malaysia's sunrise's earlier.. *goes back to sleep*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wooytz: WAKE UP LATE LIAOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.06.07 6.50am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;oyyy lemme use the basin la! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly all 19 of us overslept =x and all were squashed infront of the only four basins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it was back to Changi Airport~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sianzz I want another trip! :D my butt effing still hurts but YAYNESS it was one of the best scenes depicting 人间有情! After all the lucky people with mommys and daddys to fetch them went home; Clarine, Ms Chiou, Wooytz, ANTY &amp;amp; I went to Terminal 1 to look for food and talked quite a few hours about lesbian tendencies. Apparently, since they all had some form of a lovely warm hug (ESP. Wooytz!) by &lt;b&gt;Ma'am Yini&lt;/b&gt; :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CHEERS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RVNPs3'o7♥&lt;/span&gt;! we love the squadmates who couldnt make it as well :D&lt;br /&gt;STAYGOLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;squadmate 的 squadmate 是我的 squadmate&lt;br /&gt;我是我 squadmate 的 squadmate&lt;br /&gt;因此我是我自己的 squadmate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-8866415763954685771?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8866415763954685771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=8866415763954685771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8866415763954685771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8866415763954685771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-salad-days.html' title='MY SALAD DAYS'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RnSkawQ7YzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xjB-el0jm6s/s72-c/Inspi(RED)010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2186978059117995105</id><published>2007-06-10T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:50:03.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the picture she took</title><content type='html'>I originally wanted to go for mentorship but geez. Maybe not after all I've got commitments on my hands already. CAP'08 will be something to look forward to (hopefully!) I'll be at &lt;b&gt;Mt. KK&lt;/b&gt; from 12th - 15th so dont miss me, people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went TAKA today with JRECL and the retail therapy is great even though we didnt buy much from looking in the shops that are only meant for looking (if you catch my drift) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came to me in a bout of inspiration when I racked it up in my brains but I dont reckon it's appropriate for submission :O Enjoy! &amp;remember, &lt;u&gt;originality&lt;/u&gt; is creativity and dont ever ever succumb to doing anything just because somebody else is doing it, dear &lt;b&gt;Riea&lt;/b&gt;! and to everyone else out there as well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things They Taught Me&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;a poem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my mother,&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand still&lt;br /&gt;so I can run fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my sister,&lt;br /&gt;I want to get smart&lt;br /&gt;so I can fail tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to plant flowers&lt;br /&gt;so I can pull weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make friends&lt;br /&gt;so I can have enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;so I can break hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn stick shift&lt;br /&gt;so I can drive away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to put things on paper&lt;br /&gt;just so I can watch them burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow up&lt;br /&gt;so I can forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melancholic, no? too bad for you if you dont like it, i think it's &lt;b&gt;brilliant&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2186978059117995105?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2186978059117995105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2186978059117995105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2186978059117995105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2186978059117995105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-she-took.html' title='the picture she took'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-1291436122724964689</id><published>2007-06-08T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:59:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd be happy w/oU</title><content type='html'>HURRAY (: I have mentally completed my math homework! &lt;u&gt;MENTALLY&lt;/u&gt; heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching At World's End, I decided it was much better than Spiderman III and there was no need to ask for a refund :] At the place we went for dinner, was Moulmein's Children Library. Yknow, those goudy ones you see at the bottom of HDB flats? We decided we'd just slip inside for abit (after all, we had our library cards) and look around. It was amazingly like the one at Yishun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout was terribly sweet, the chairs that I used to be able to swing my legs freely above now rejected my weight. Bittersweet, I'd say. I missed the lovely times there, all the storybooks that watched me grow up - and leave. I still find them mesmerising, even more so than my novels, because these ended too fast for my fill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I just sat there soaking it in all over again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. why do you think i'm sad (if you asked me to cheerup)? there was no sad smiley in the previous post, do check again! it's just a trivial thought i raised (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;illusion never changed into something real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-1291436122724964689?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1291436122724964689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=1291436122724964689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1291436122724964689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1291436122724964689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/id-be-happy-wou.html' title='i&apos;d be happy w/oU'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3177973256636569912</id><published>2007-06-06T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:57:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Walkabout</title><content type='html'>I took the earpiece out of my ear, only to discover in absolute &lt;u&gt;horror&lt;/u&gt; that the muff (the cloth things that go around the earbuds) on one had nearly decomposed. Not surprising, with the amount of hard abuse I treat all of my audio accessories with! The muff, supposedly black and stretchy, was reduced to bits and pieces of fluff that succumbed to force as easily as a pile of sand would under your press-and-prodding. I tried in futile to clear the fluff out of my ear and after ten minutes (like, now) I can practically feel the fluff travelling down my ear ducts with every breath I take. Naturally, it becomes &lt;b&gt;unatural&lt;/b&gt; -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. What bullshit. Fluff doesn't travel down your earducts to your nasal cavity to land on your tongue, you argue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My train of thought has become overly irregular with every year I age. It's quite worrying in fact. I havent been able to sit down properly and do a set of questions. My brain feels like its been in this lethargic 6am wake-up mode the whole day round, thus leading to an obscene 12hours of sleep nearly every other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says "Girl, study hard, get a job, settle down and have a good wholesome life." But what about what I want? I want a degree in arts and design, and I want to spend my life sewing famous cushion covers that queen elizabeth specially orders...&lt;br /&gt;that was a little too far-fetched. But yes I'd like to drop physics and chemistry and math and chinese! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to let my kids have SG education. &lt;br /&gt;Shit. I feel the fluff on my tongue already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suddenly I see,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I want to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3177973256636569912?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3177973256636569912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3177973256636569912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3177973256636569912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3177973256636569912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-walkabout.html' title='On A Walkabout'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5064368409070864581</id><published>2007-06-05T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:25.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKY, it's 05.06.07!</title><content type='html'>Hah. That's the reason im blogging today *points at entry title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; bored, infact im up till here *points at neck* with homework! And Im still contemplating whether or not to meet PLT tmrw about my phys :/ &lt;b&gt;Eddy&lt;/b&gt; (-.-") spammed opened conversations with yours truly on MSN, Gtalk AND Yahoo Messenger thank god I dont have AIM or QQ T.T When I decide that I absolootely cannot stand his cajoling anymore, I right click Status &gt; Appear Offline. Wait, thats not good enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; BOSS MODE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH PEACE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was after &lt;b&gt;Geoffrey&lt;/b&gt; went off to do his work LMAO and i threw virtual tomatoes at him for nearly giving &lt;b&gt;Wayne&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt; idea xD I found out the real identity of &lt;b&gt;aprilmoon&lt;/b&gt; and sadly, it isn't his girlfriend ):&lt;br /&gt;and he wrote two ingenius haikus about yours truly being pissed! Which i think would look rweally funny if acted out; i like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I) does innocent charm&lt;br /&gt;want to spill my filthy guts?&lt;br /&gt;oh woe betide me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(II) crap, what did i do?&lt;br /&gt;should have reined in my teasing&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl &lt;i&gt;dao&lt;/i&gt;s me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] I just realised I've been slacking off for a week now and I'm left with less than five whole days to do mountains of homework before 12th June x_x And I think getting nervous halfway through June is really quite late already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Bio Assignment 5&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Chem Assignment (Mole)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Phys Assignment 8&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Phys Past Year Paper&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Math June Holiday Assignment&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Phys Rev I&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Phys Rev II&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Chem Past Year Paper&lt;br /&gt;[ ]SS Montage&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Chinese blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention three graded presentations :(&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood/push/motivation to do the above at all! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;b&gt;bc&lt;/b&gt;ccccc&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I just realised KH2 was Kingdom of Hearts. I mean, it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; still Kingdom of Hearts, what am I talking about xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmUMugQ7YyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ENJGSGHa_SI/s1600-h/BLOO!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072474548377183010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmUMugQ7YyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ENJGSGHa_SI/s320/BLOO!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think this guy's the cutest! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CAP-sick at its beste ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to &lt;u&gt;answer to you calls&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;for the first time in my life im replying tags o.o&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joey&lt;/b&gt; Hullo, it's monday! We're going to have fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben&lt;/b&gt; Heh I still think Bloo's cuter !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Akanksha&lt;/b&gt; HELLO! yeah i talked to wayne, thanks to geoff lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Felicia&lt;/b&gt; YOOOO SSPS! :] im not strawberryshortcake xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy&lt;/b&gt; Yeah he was my councillor, got us all up thee wrong bus =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I-LIN&lt;/b&gt; I dont wanna touch it either the entire pile's bigger than my ass x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leave a link, people. Or i'll LINK YOU! mwhaaaas. That wasn't very much of a threat was it -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5064368409070864581?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5064368409070864581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5064368409070864581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5064368409070864581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5064368409070864581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/looky-its-050607.html' title='LOOKY, it&apos;s 05.06.07!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmUMugQ7YyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ENJGSGHa_SI/s72-c/BLOO!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7815913892044675401</id><published>2007-06-03T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:50:01.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! this is cap withdrawal sunday :S</title><content type='html'>O fug. &lt;u&gt;I feel like a toad.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not FEEL but i SOUND like a toad ): Jesslyn says this is the flu bug season and ugh i sure feel it going right down my nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the toad with pharynx-gitis (sorethroat)! The worst time &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; to fall ill is during the hols, im telling you. I can't walk any further from my room to the toilet to get my thermometer and I can't sit at the com because mommy says the radiation kills my red blood cells. What do you know? My red blood cells are.. Hercules type A+++++!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, &lt;b&gt;it's all the COWS' fault&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;insert&gt;Cows produce methane gas from their diets which sizzles out the ozone layer, which cause the icebergs to melt and all the hubbub about global warming AND LOOK, that's us and me who are bedridden. I know, cows are cute spotty animals that are the givers of lactose-laden products,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I just needed something to blame x)&lt;br /&gt;i guess i did too much talking &lt;i&gt;mostly how R*HS is such a dinosaur land (in terms of both tyrannical and conservative)&lt;/i&gt; and too little water at CAP. But CAP was marvellous and I'll gladly have it all over again! Heh maybe my fever is the side effect of post-CAP *tries to beam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im starting to think that my font size is too small for healthy reading. But I think GEORGIA at 7PT looks so... fitting and versatile (: Apparently not for the eyes but yea i'll get a bigger font when i grow out of georgia, like i took quite a few months to grow out of verdana ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to miss LMSC tomorrow as well T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lifted me in your arms so high&lt;br /&gt;the sun kissed blisters onto my feet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7815913892044675401?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7815913892044675401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7815913892044675401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7815913892044675401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7815913892044675401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-this-is-cap-withdrawal-sunday-s.html' title='HEY! this is cap withdrawal sunday :S'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7371540827625619107</id><published>2007-06-02T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CREATIVE ARTS SEMINAR 07!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEMRy83TrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mmCXBF-FrLs/s1600-h/Fruit+%26+Vegetable+Cult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071348155270254258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEMRy83TrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mmCXBF-FrLs/s200/Fruit+%26+Vegetable+Cult.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEMSC83TsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ruESieabi2A/s1600-h/Geoffrey+%26+myDovermarket!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071348159565221570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEMSC83TsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ruESieabi2A/s200/Geoffrey+%26+myDovermarket!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures first to feed your eyes... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFoy83TmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/s1Tf3T3jj3E/s1600-h/Room+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340853825850978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFoy83TmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/s1Tf3T3jj3E/s200/Room+View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFpC83TnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UlWbIVmIwRs/s1600-h/Suite+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340858120818290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFpC83TnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UlWbIVmIwRs/s200/Suite+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFpS83ToI/AAAAAAAAAVU/cYBq_R-W-W0/s1600-h/UCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340862415785602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFpS83ToI/AAAAAAAAAVU/cYBq_R-W-W0/s200/UCC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFpS83TpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rplXUCTpoyM/s1600-h/Way+Inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340862415785618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFpS83TpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rplXUCTpoyM/s200/Way+Inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFpi83TqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DWESTNEz0ow/s1600-h/Wrong+Bus+-.-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340866710752930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFpi83TqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DWESTNEz0ow/s200/Wrong+Bus+-.-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFES83ThI/AAAAAAAAAUc/SXKs4HFznWs/s1600-h/Boss+J+!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340226760625682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFES83ThI/AAAAAAAAAUc/SXKs4HFznWs/s200/Boss+J+!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the Boss asleep!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFEi83TjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Rs4atV-ynSU/s1600-h/Percussion+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340231055593010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFEi83TjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Rs4atV-ynSU/s200/Percussion+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFFC83TlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/x5d0TT4t1u8/s1600-h/Ray+McNiece+%26+Chris+Mooney+Singh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340239645527634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFFC83TlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/x5d0TT4t1u8/s200/Ray+McNiece+%26+Chris+Mooney+Singh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFEy83TkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T5ElMd1BJ6k/s1600-h/POETRY+SLAMMERS!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340235350560322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFEy83TkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T5ElMd1BJ6k/s200/POETRY+SLAMMERS!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We say, Just Slam It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFFC83TlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/x5d0TT4t1u8/s1600-h/Ray+McNiece+%26+Chris+Mooney+Singh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEgy83TcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LEkJBW9i8Ok/s1600-h/Fruit+%26+Vegetable+Cult.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEgy83TdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7rKc_zICJMo/s1600-h/Geoffrey+%26+myDovermarket!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HULLO it's been a long five days &lt;i&gt;for you peepos&lt;/i&gt; and a rather short one for me :?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny morning that Mel, Jho and Cha ( as people have taken to calling me, pronounced like an ang-moh saying TEA in chinese :O ) walked into Eusoff Hall and checked-in, and it turned out that my roomate is a BEAVER! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmDqCS83TWI/AAAAAAAAATE/MBWwdZBaCxA/s1600-h/ROOMATE+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071310505586937186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmDqCS83TWI/AAAAAAAAATE/MBWwdZBaCxA/s200/ROOMATE+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know whats so good about CAP. I can keep relatively quiet because the questions that were burning in my mind were asked by others during lectures; almost everyone was on the same frequency; EVERYONE had weird ways of sleeping during plenaries; and nobody was very much afraid to say anything about everything. The lovely thing is, we all understand english jokes and ohmytian you have no idea how blissful it is to have 5 days without ANY CHINESE at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My gawd. I have no idea when to start from. This is going to be an incredulousy LONG post after which I'll cease to blog and return to my post-CAP syndrome &lt;i&gt;includes constantly rereading aCAPella&lt;/i&gt; Crap I even miss the food! ): Okay lets just go by day and you can decide for yourself which you want to read/skip. Pictures along the way yea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNpauses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY, 28th June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my namecard TWICE and had to get it back from the councillors who saved it x) Jho and Cha's address was Eusoff Hall D307 (given the circumstances, D block was situated behind E and quite very unaccessible at times) Didnt see anyone we knew yet and so we went to the dorm which was really quite nice for a double room, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we separated for orientation, &lt;b&gt;myDovermarket&lt;/b&gt; was a pretty quiet circle of people compared to the other groups which were already warming up with each other. Particularly because Eleanor was busying with something else and Jian Yong took about eternity to gather up the courage and DEMO the &lt;i&gt;honey, if you love me, can you please smile for me&lt;/i&gt; game xD I about confessed my love to five or more people on Day One already T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEBy83TXI/AAAAAAAAATM/BAXRbghDX2A/s1600-h/Beaver+%40+LT13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071339084299324786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEBy83TXI/AAAAAAAAATM/BAXRbghDX2A/s200/Beaver+%40+LT13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;PLENARY I (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch (lunch table on day one is always like a silent graveyard so lets just skip that) and my first *drones* ever plenary. P.Jeyaretnam was pretty interesting considering the fact that he managed to crack us up properly so that very few people fell asleep, (and when i say fall asleep, it's a BLATANTLY sprawled-out-on-the-lecture-table-with-snores kind of sleep x.x) and then dinner. I talked to YiShu and Akanksha quite abit but everything was still pretty cold while the JCs made the majority of the noise arnd the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEECS83TaI/AAAAAAAAATk/kk758pgernM/s1600-h/Dorothy+%26+MGS+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071339092889259426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEECS83TaI/AAAAAAAAATk/kk758pgernM/s200/Dorothy+%26+MGS+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Performance Workshops all the way till 11pm every night! Hows your brain supposed to support and process that kind of information T.T I went for &lt;b&gt;Poetry Slam&lt;/b&gt; which was incredibly enjoyable &amp;I met Jho for bedtime :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUESDAY, 29th June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's better than waking up to an alarm playing Chains Hang Low by Jibbs (J NG's phone setting) and a slip-under-the-door copy of &lt;b&gt;aCAPella&lt;/b&gt; ! Can you believe that Jho was so terribly excited when she heard about aCAPella because both of us were thinking that it was literal acapella performance? aCAPella is this enjoyable newsletter read produced everyday at camp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing very interesting happened on tuesday, but some MAJOR frolic it was during the Multimedia Ppt that only 3 groups went for, while the rest like miss J &amp;amp; Mel went to the Arts Museum. It was mostly centered on film, theatre and animation. We had frontrow seats in the Celadon Room @ UCC, where we watched a presentation of works by &lt;b&gt;Mr.Boo Junfeng, Brian G.Tan &amp; Nick Lee&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEECC83TYI/AAAAAAAAATU/xsm4kDQWOng/s1600-h/Boo+JF,+Alfian,+Brian+GT,+Nic+Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071339088594292098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEECC83TYI/AAAAAAAAATU/xsm4kDQWOng/s200/Boo+JF,+Alfian,+Brian+GT,+Nic+Lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are so highly talented my jaw fell to the floor and stayed there for the entire hour and a half. Makes my once-incredible portfolio look like chicken feed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can search YouTube for Memoirs of A Geisha (A Parody) to view Alfian Bin Sa'at &amp;amp; B.G. Tan's homemade video *grins widely* Fell off my chair watching that one! &lt;i&gt;in actual fact, I was about to just stop here and publish post because there wasnt anything more enjoyable than this multimedia presentation but by WHOLLY, there is!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDNESDAY, 30th June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Wednesday morning thinking this fugging camp will never end and nobody's going to bother about antsy secondary school kids ESP. from a cheena school like moi :X&lt;br /&gt;- and regretted ever thinking that half a day later &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had a playwriting workshop *heaves a sigh, no more scgs girl =x* with Alfian Bin Sa'at, he's about the best poet i've met! &amp;i sat around the table with jho and a particular jonathan -(below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEhC83TfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/pFHdSGYjrC0/s1600-h/Johnathan+%26+Charmaine+Lim+xD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071339621170236914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEhC83TfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/pFHdSGYjrC0/s200/Johnathan+%26+Charmaine+Lim+xD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;--from left: Johnathan, Charmaine Lim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- from RI which Zi Wei has been claiming as VERY GOODLOOKING, oh and he's very brainy and nice as well (good on him) :D And I caught on - role as Miss Universe T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEhC83TeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/s6-L9OSTCyk/s1600-h/Headbanded!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071339621170236898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEhC83TeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/s6-L9OSTCyk/s200/Headbanded!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The SSPS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I vaguely remember Bensen looking like this huge lovely polar bear albeit yelling at all the slammers to move it from location to location. Slamming took place at UCC Suite II, that comfy room i've always wondered about during 50th anni rehearsals! Then off to bed at midnight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THURSDAY, 31st June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.Corbidge praised my rhyming poem and I couldnt smile at him that morning because I was feeling queasy. Yknow, having NOT defaecated in THREE days is no laughing matter! D: I mastered the steps of the &lt;b&gt;Cup Game&lt;/b&gt; and watched &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Geoffrey, Dorothy, Max &amp;amp;jing ning&lt;/span&gt; play it while I talked to Hariz at the myDovermarket table about braces and something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Ray McNiece&lt;/b&gt; (he's this amazing Poetry Slammer from the States) led us out to the patch of grass outside UCC and we wrote our haikus by starlight! Okay I was kidding, its more of lamp-post-light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEECC83TZI/AAAAAAAAATc/9bsUqVe7KL8/s1600-h/Claudette,+Akanksha,+CPW,+Felicia+%26+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071339088594292114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEECC83TZI/AAAAAAAAATc/9bsUqVe7KL8/s200/Claudette,+Akanksha,+CPW,+Felicia+%26+ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Claudette, Akank, CPW, Felicia, Charm @ Formal Dinner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk back to Eusoff Hall from UCC because the darned NUS shuttle coaches wouldnt arrive for another half hour. It was kinda good because we were either very very warm to the pits or up to our necks in air condition for the past four days and this night air was blissfully in between :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Isabelle&lt;/span&gt;, Jho's art friend lent me her CHARGER! It's a handphone charger incase you were wondering about something like THONGS. Which saved my phone batt and enabled me to continue my 3D rally game when Lynette (scgs girl) was busy seducing Julian to which he had already succumbed to by that time. Many a rehearsal and tech run later, it was midnight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of me was OMB (oh my boob -yishu) less than 24hours to HOME! I miss everybody back home, like NPCC &amp;hammeh! and the other half of me was SHYT thats about a day more to talk to all the intellectuals, take pictures and I might not even see them ever ever again! -pouts- and retires into blanket which smelled like blanket at home. Six or so hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it was FRIDAY, 1st June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally lost my balls and drifted in and out of sleep during the lecture by this publisher guy. Give me some credit for struggling to stay awake during the National Writers Festival talk already alright! The RI guy beside me was slumped and &lt;u&gt;SNORING&lt;/u&gt;. Like zomg I thought he had a blocked nose (like J, but she got better) or he needed CPR and boy he was blissfully in sleep =.= Follow suit then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to split up into performance workshops and said goodbye to my lovely &lt;strong&gt;Dovermarket&lt;/strong&gt;! ): Gayness and this is when all the camwhoring and hugging started. We had rehearsal, rushed to sign up for CAP alum and went over the haiku manymany times in the UCC suite. House opened at 6pm and Mrs Mooney Singh distributed packs of Jappo tidbits to us and the grand prize for the poetry slam was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NINETYBUCKS&lt;/span&gt; worth of Jappo candy and chocolate, like MEIJI products!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEECS83TbI/AAAAAAAAATs/SMm-ojxG_2U/s1600-h/Dressing+Room+TWO!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071339092889259442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEECS83TbI/AAAAAAAAATs/SMm-ojxG_2U/s200/Dressing+Room+TWO!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;SLAM room&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akanksha and I couldnt perform any funny haiku at all cos the last time we tried she just laughed her head off onstage(!!!) xD Max, &lt;strike&gt;Hilbert&lt;/strike&gt;Hubert and Zhicong's team owned the Slam and they were so nice to share the huge hamper with everyone :D Now I've got something for MEIJI products xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEhS83TgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jmf8RDthfuo/s1600-h/MR+RAY+MCNIECE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071339625465204226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEEhS83TgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jmf8RDthfuo/s200/MR+RAY+MCNIECE!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Akank, I &amp;amp; Mr Ray McNiece!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had post performance mass phototaking, the very last five minutes of being yelled at by the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFEi83TiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6HCMY0APp98/s1600-h/mySeniorinas!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071340231055592994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEFEi83TiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6HCMY0APp98/s200/mySeniorinas!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boss Judith and it was farewell and see you next year (or something along the lines of that!) I was in my dad's car and I saw Max walking out by himself with the luggage and I scrolled down the window and shouted BYE MAX but he moste prolly didnt hear me and I suddenly felt nostalgic about CAP )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to try for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;CAP &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again next year :D and so should you~!&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/31245181-7371540827625619107?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7371540827625619107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7371540827625619107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7371540827625619107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7371540827625619107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/creative-arts-seminar-07.html' title='CREATIVE ARTS SEMINAR 07!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RmEMRy83TrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mmCXBF-FrLs/s72-c/Fruit+%26+Vegetable+Cult.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5358383398442790948</id><published>2007-05-27T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:31.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yiling Charms YT Clarine Jhosy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RljX5y83TUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W6F8ZwSVDbU/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069038768535063874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RljX5y83TUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W6F8ZwSVDbU/s320/Inspi(RED)000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OPEN HOUSE! :D &lt;i&gt;yingting in bg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RljXtC83TTI/AAAAAAAAASs/S6hqTZr49AI/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be electronically UNavailable for one week, starting from today! Will be at CAP camp till 2nd june. Moreover, my Messenger has gone bonkers. You can &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; reach me through SMS or Google talk :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house was pretty fun cos we did those cute full-uniform replicas with all the mini badges &lt;i&gt;kept one for you!&lt;/i&gt; xD The tentage they gave us was apparently not very sufficient and we were 50% under the sun lol. We had no idea that it was an activity &amp;amp;so we just bought bottled drink after bottled drink because the weather was simply too warm. Miss Wooytz dislocated a ceiling fan while trying to do some flag thang with the tripod poles LMAO the fan was practically jumping about on the metal beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost the computer bug entirely now, I get a little uneasy sitting in front of the com for a long period of time &lt;i&gt;meaning 1hour&lt;/i&gt; and I spend more time with music/telly and MAH BELOVED BOOKS! =x I might resume my computer addiction in Term 3, but for now it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BYEBYE COM! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have merrymerry holidays meanwhile (:&lt;br /&gt;will update in about a week! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What did you learn at school today?"&lt;br /&gt;That's what the teachers used to say&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand, do they&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always give advice&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Just be nice, always think twice"&lt;br /&gt;When it's been a long since they had a teenage life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5358383398442790948?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5358383398442790948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5358383398442790948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5358383398442790948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5358383398442790948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/open-house-d-yingting-in-bg-will-be.html' title='Yiling Charms YT Clarine Jhosy!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RljX5y83TUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W6F8ZwSVDbU/s72-c/Inspi(RED)000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2196180236230209360</id><published>2007-05-23T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:12:50.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washed Up On The Beach</title><content type='html'>A careless word may kindle strife.&lt;br /&gt;A cruel word may wreck a life.&lt;br /&gt;A timely word may level stress.&lt;br /&gt;A loving word may heal and bless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;just like the dregs in my teacup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2196180236230209360?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2196180236230209360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2196180236230209360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2196180236230209360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2196180236230209360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-like-im-under-heavy-cloud.html' title='Washed Up On The Beach'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-9065796568063181266</id><published>2007-05-21T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:32.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERSHEY KISSES &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RlGgIi83TSI/AAAAAAAAASk/f2Yf-ClXfVY/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067007124450004258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RlGgIi83TSI/AAAAAAAAASk/f2Yf-ClXfVY/s200/Inspi(RED)009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;this is simply &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;able!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Howdy Miss &lt;b&gt;Blue&lt;/b&gt;, hows your beaver juice? :X Apparently &lt;b&gt;hammeh&lt;/b&gt; likes blu too :D I totally agree with &lt;b&gt;Janice&lt;/b&gt; the good ol' days! :3 &lt;b&gt;Weii&lt;/b&gt; &amp; her numerous poohbears-in-costume zz x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In my &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; personal opinion, I think the boy who hacked into the school system should be seen as computer genius potential &lt;i&gt;although he wasnt too smart about the MS shortcut&lt;/i&gt; and sent to gifted education and NOT condemned by some goudy old R*HS! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I filled the doggybag up with Hershey Kisses and some overflowed x) The stickers are so pretty *beams* Must have spent a long time folding it; sixty minutes of hard work ! That's going to sit on my table prim &amp;amp; proper &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently. I am extremely busy when school is about to end for the term ): I'll be busier when the report card arrives ): -&gt;&gt;WEDNESDAY! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a thousand miles away. from home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-9065796568063181266?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9065796568063181266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=9065796568063181266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9065796568063181266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9065796568063181266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/hershey-kisses-3.html' title='HERSHEY KISSES &lt;3'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RlGgIi83TSI/AAAAAAAAASk/f2Yf-ClXfVY/s72-c/Inspi(RED)009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-8084903399094835762</id><published>2007-05-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:32.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Candy's Gonna Ride Your Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rk71FC83TRI/AAAAAAAAASc/pZHiiP2MJEk/s1600-h/DÃ©jÃ"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066256097878691090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rk71FC83TRI/AAAAAAAAASc/pZHiiP2MJEk/s200/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0+vu004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is some retro sitting room!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HI &lt;b&gt;peixian&lt;/b&gt;! (: We have one, it's on 09th June ^^ I hope &lt;b&gt;Leeny&lt;/b&gt;'s blogga starts functioning soon :D Yea &lt;b&gt;wenjie&lt;/b&gt; -.- You and your mud + grass!&lt;br /&gt;Gee hlo &lt;b&gt;mins&lt;/b&gt;! We all love Fall Out Boy :X lol &lt;b&gt;pearwen&lt;/b&gt; if you do an entry on cheeky then he'll tag xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TREE&lt;/b&gt; What plant has no roots, no stem, no flower, no fruit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRL&lt;/b&gt; Moss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TREE&lt;/b&gt; No, mushrooms. Why do plants have flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRL&lt;/b&gt; So they can bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TREE&lt;/b&gt; No, so the bees can have honey. Why are people scared at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRL&lt;/b&gt; Because they are afraid of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TREE&lt;/b&gt; No, &lt;u&gt;because once night falls people forget the sun is still shining somewhere else.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRL&lt;/b&gt; You are clever in asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TREE&lt;/b&gt; How can a tree ask questions? Learned from humans. Humans are the best askers. How come you dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the silly little girl &amp;the funny old tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;HESTER&lt;/span&gt; for coming over to teach me fugging physics! :D I'm going to work hard... &amp;amp;drop it a few years down the road (;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;why does he keep going on if there is no end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if there is an end, there wont be a need to go on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-8084903399094835762?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8084903399094835762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=8084903399094835762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8084903399094835762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8084903399094835762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-much-candys-gonna-ride-your-soul.html' title='Too Much Candy&apos;s Gonna Ride Your Soul'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rk71FC83TRI/AAAAAAAAASc/pZHiiP2MJEk/s72-c/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0+vu004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6863528021092524337</id><published>2007-05-18T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:34.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Still Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rk2yby83TPI/AAAAAAAAASM/ceU00BtFug4/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065901346464943346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rk2yby83TPI/AAAAAAAAASM/ceU00BtFug4/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;rainbow after the rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaahas I know I know you love the songgg! We all do! This just goes to show the love for alternative/indie music :D Hello &lt;strike&gt;boonping&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;panda&lt;/b&gt;! Yingting &amp; I had a &lt;i&gt;grweat&lt;/i&gt; time tickling you today x) Wenjie's going to get something for the mud + grass he threw at me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss &lt;b&gt;Leeny&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Rita&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Beaver&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; all the twobe&lt;strong&gt;TSAR&lt;/strong&gt;ians! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was NP today! Gawd sigh we did &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; drill but there was &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; PT ): I rarely lament about having NO PT, im serious! I want to be a cadet forever and just keep pumping, doing brainless running and jumping jacks. Just when I started being able to do 400 of them at a go, we stop doing it altogether D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be a lot of shyt circulating around squad once we are NCOs &amp;amp;im not saying that we dont already have it circulating. Sometimes I just wish I had actually bothered to enjoy the good ol' times of sweat, pain and whining. &lt;b&gt;Mamma-mia&lt;/b&gt;, when we ran those rounds and lay down to look at the sky together. All 31 of us. Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O it's 10PM and I havent gone anywhere near the bathroom x) Im going to sit down and rub my new boots till they beam like the after-effect of Darlie's toothpaste! Then I'll pick up the phone and ring hmmh (: Im so sorry I couldnt call you last night I had killer datelines to meet &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for inadequate pictures but at this point in time, WORDS are the standard (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of lazy warm summer days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-6863528021092524337?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6863528021092524337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6863528021092524337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6863528021092524337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6863528021092524337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-still-tomorrow.html' title='There&apos;s Still Tomorrow.'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rk2yby83TPI/AAAAAAAAASM/ceU00BtFug4/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6951938528924275364</id><published>2007-05-17T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:34.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rkw-7C83TOI/AAAAAAAAASE/1TIo0Ggqqfo/s1600-h/Surds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065492865010322658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rkw-7C83TOI/AAAAAAAAASE/1TIo0Ggqqfo/s400/Surds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #6 &lt;u&gt;Forever Star Crossed&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;from mok&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, kiss me - nobody's watching."&lt;br /&gt;The young couple embraced.&lt;br /&gt;"We shouldn't meet like this."&lt;br /&gt;"Says who?"&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody. My family doesn't like you. My mom says you're not right for me."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, mine too. But who cares?"&lt;br /&gt;"I sure don't. Because I love you, James."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I love you too, Gary."&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sent me into sickening peals of laughter omfg xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-6951938528924275364?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6951938528924275364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6951938528924275364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6951938528924275364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6951938528924275364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/surd.html' title='SURD'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rkw-7C83TOI/AAAAAAAAASE/1TIo0Ggqqfo/s72-c/Surds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5123536885357395660</id><published>2007-05-16T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:29:16.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Isn't a Scene, It's an Arms Race</title><content type='html'>When it cant get any worse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT GETS BETTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or at least i hope so :D Thankyou everybody who tagged &amp;comforted me! A gazillion thankyous t0 &lt;b&gt;Jesslyn&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Lydia&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Kaylene&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Huishan&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;b&gt;Shaun&lt;/b&gt; in 3D! To &lt;b&gt;Hester&lt;/b&gt; for being there for a whole 2.5 years now, &lt;b&gt;Rajiv&lt;/b&gt; for his extremeo-ly bright Plan B, &lt;b&gt;Leeny&lt;/b&gt; for the horoscope readings &amp;&lt;b&gt;Genie&lt;/b&gt; for floomping with me gaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;moste&lt;/u&gt; of all, &lt;b&gt;mr. newly crowned crumpler&lt;/b&gt; hammeh! and my &lt;b&gt;SQUADMATES&lt;/b&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've just got to make things look simpler in a sense :D A line a day for five days of absence! That woman on tv is drinking wine like ribena. There are people who have to kneel on the streets to beg. The children of Darfur. I have absolutely no right to be wasting my life away. I'll pull my socks waaay up by the time for CA2 :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, I took five days to get out of ostrich mode :/ But what is there to be unhappy about zz, I've found marvellous people who love alternative music! I've got a sweetie who's left handed :X And a HUGE new dining table to put my food on! -&lt;i&gt;oops&lt;/i&gt; wasn't supposed to divulge that. Dah yays there's NP tmrw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Words work better than pictures today, till next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;just wanna sit there and do surds with you &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. &lt;b&gt;Vidhi&lt;/b&gt;; have a safe trip to Perth, thanks so much for listening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5123536885357395660?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5123536885357395660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5123536885357395660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5123536885357395660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5123536885357395660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-isnt-scene-its-arms-race.html' title='This Isn&apos;t a Scene, It&apos;s an Arms Race'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6459485129289514108</id><published>2007-05-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:12:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Grace&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Two quarters and a heart down; i wanna run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant agree more with her. How can you carry on with reality when it smacks you right in the face? Im not used to seeing underlines, and I never will be. Everytime I take something seriously, I screw it up. Whats &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but to savor the last of it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-6459485129289514108?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6459485129289514108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6459485129289514108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6459485129289514108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6459485129289514108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-moments.html' title='Last Moments'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-193613067336898448</id><published>2007-05-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:23:34.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTYFOUR HOURS, LOVE!</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to feel bored with the blogskin &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; -.- I'll slap a nice one on if I find it. Cant be bothered to do one on my own, its far too tiring! Cos I dont have much energy left after ______ bcos of the jab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the jab, it set my tear ducts running at full speed when I heard that my previous jab date &lt;i&gt;29th July 2004&lt;/i&gt; was not acceptable to skip the jab. Apparently the woman was terribly inexperienced and most prolly &lt;u&gt;cross-eyed&lt;/u&gt; to use BOTH hands to stuff the needle into our skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nobody seemed to find it tormenting except yours truly. I was too worried to remember to tell the woman that i was &lt;b&gt;left&lt;/b&gt;-handed and now I'm landed with a numb left arm. Thanks, dad. For your I-will-faint-with-pain gene this time round T.T &lt;i&gt;liddat how to pluck teeth for braces?!&lt;/i&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentyone hours now! (:&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I want to sleep friday away.&lt;br /&gt;nice windy night, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad charmaine, you owe PLT &lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt; ASSIGNMENTS, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*gives a sleepy look*&lt;/em&gt; honestly I cant be bothered right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-193613067336898448?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/193613067336898448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=193613067336898448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/193613067336898448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/193613067336898448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/twentyfour-hours-love.html' title='TWENTYFOUR HOURS, LOVE!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3730039470043271133</id><published>2007-05-08T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:35.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KickRunAndKOS!</title><content type='html'>Nevermind the fact that i didnt turn into a vegetable after midyears :D I reached home at around 4pm after watching &lt;b&gt;Spidey III&lt;/b&gt; with 3D (which was a total flop dont bother watching it, lousy ending, animation, makeup, PLOT) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;digress&lt;/b&gt;. No hard feelings but Tobey Maguire looks incredibly unpleasant with every movie, the animation was bad, the plot was -.- predictable. Excuse me but I pay for the plot, costumes and ENDING. Esp if it's a trilogy, mister sam raimi! &amp;kirsten dunst should go get braces with me =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and I saw &lt;b&gt;JRCharlotte&lt;/b&gt; who were supposed to be mugging shooting plastic pieces all over the floor. My mind that was still numb with the thought of my seven bucks wasted on such a trashy movie had to focus 3 s ++ to realise. In 2 seconds i was on the floor and playing xD These things are called KRAKS fyi if you've been out of the &lt;i&gt;tweeny&lt;/i&gt;bopper scene recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkBqdt8lSdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7qhB3xadWsw/s1600-h/KRAKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062163039946885586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkBqdt8lSdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7qhB3xadWsw/s320/KRAKS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRAKS&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently all you need is 3 puck pieces, and a shooter (which is the flat blue piece in the picture) There are manymany different ways to play but the most common is Ground (i think) Aim at opponent's piece with shooter and flick puck piece. If puck piece hits opponent's piece out of the Ground, the puck piece is lost to the opponent and vice versa. Versatile game, this one. Esp fun when you add interesting rules. I like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feeling I'm going to squander &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; my dollahs on these xD But there are 120 pieces in the entire series -.- I'll just choose the ones I want :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3md8lShI/AAAAAAAAARU/Ccf6gNG3quI/s1600-h/bearbears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062177483921902098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3md8lShI/AAAAAAAAARU/Ccf6gNG3quI/s320/bearbears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3md8lSiI/AAAAAAAAARc/S7dPLt-RXTg/s1600-h/chocrumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062177483921902114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3md8lSiI/AAAAAAAAARc/S7dPLt-RXTg/s320/chocrumble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Swensen's sundae &lt;i&gt;Lydia revising in BG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3mt8lSjI/AAAAAAAAARk/asN2oTD9bLI/s1600-h/crest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062177488216869426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3mt8lSjI/AAAAAAAAARk/asN2oTD9bLI/s320/crest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bored, PENCIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3mt8lSkI/AAAAAAAAARs/XtkHPITbe5g/s1600-h/KRAKS+checklist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062177488216869442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3mt8lSkI/AAAAAAAAARs/XtkHPITbe5g/s320/KRAKS+checklist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KRAKS checklist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3mt8lSlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/TG_-6o_9GFE/s1600-h/KRAKS+pieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062177488216869458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkB3mt8lSlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/TG_-6o_9GFE/s320/KRAKS+pieces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG charlotte's elite collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: yaynes it's all&lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;sitting at home waiting ;D THREE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let your boat capsize; concentrate!  &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know if you received my replies heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3730039470043271133?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3730039470043271133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3730039470043271133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3730039470043271133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3730039470043271133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/kickrunandkos.html' title='KickRunAndKOS!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RkBqdt8lSdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7qhB3xadWsw/s72-c/KRAKS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2432851738343792259</id><published>2007-05-07T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:59:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: madth ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;NESS! LAST &lt;strike&gt;FCK&lt;/strike&gt;TARD PAPER BEFORE I CAN BE FREE :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. i was online to print a copy of the math term prac ppr then i just came here to write something (: everybaady feels good after &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWENSENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! they serve huge bowls of delicky creamy stuff but wtvr the woman didnt give me enough whipped cream -.- &amp;jess + kaylene were complaining about the &lt;i&gt;ahem&lt;/i&gt; excessive number of chocolate balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was &lt;u&gt;daaamn&lt;/u&gt; busy polishing bootes for NPCC day today last night ^-^ oh and the blardy biology paper. six hours mugging about the liver yknow. &lt;b&gt;LIVER!&lt;/b&gt; and only ONE qn came out T.T I can still tell you about the chyle &amp;amp;fats &amp;glycogen zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go for a tetanus jab -.- the P6 jab should have jabbed everything in alr now still need tetanus &lt;i&gt;incase you hit smth rusty&lt;/i&gt; o,o &lt;b&gt;oh bee ass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M A T H !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4 x 24 x 60 x 60 seconds more (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2432851738343792259?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2432851738343792259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2432851738343792259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2432851738343792259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2432851738343792259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/yay-ness-last-fck-tard-paper-before-i.html' title='(: madth ness'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-8377243820392933072</id><published>2007-05-06T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:58:53.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BENJAMIN!</title><content type='html'>Just bear with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;FIVE DAYS&lt;/b&gt;. that's&lt;br /&gt;5 x 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;5 x 24 x 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;5 x 24 x 60 x 60 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that he'll be stranded on a island &lt;i&gt;with most likely ground zero reception&lt;/i&gt; which means no contact if you catch my drift ): gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;couldyou take an MC? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time silence was so noisy, loud and full of longing between us. The first time quiet held so many emotions and words than could ever be spoken. The first time five days seemed light years away. Walked into the house still with your words lingering in my ears, a sweet scent in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dragon tales and "water is wide"&lt;br /&gt;Pirate's sail and lost boys fly&lt;br /&gt;Fish find moonbeams every night&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed, little man&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams, little man&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love will fly to you each night&lt;br /&gt;On angels wings&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rocket racer's all tuckered out&lt;br /&gt;Superman's in pajamas on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight moon, we'll find the mouse&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed, little man&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams, little man&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love will fly to you each night&lt;br /&gt;On angels wings&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless mommy and matchbox cars&lt;br /&gt;God bless dad and thanks for the stars&lt;br /&gt;God hears "Amen," wherever we are&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed, little man&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams, little man&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because some things sound good even without the tune.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel i could just sit beside you forever.&lt;br /&gt;It's just &lt;u&gt;five days&lt;/u&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'LL MISS YOU LIKE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAZY NUTS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come home soon (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-8377243820392933072?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8377243820392933072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=8377243820392933072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8377243820392933072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8377243820392933072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-bear-with-me-its-five-days.html' title='BENJAMIN!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-9157752245877615829</id><published>2007-05-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:31:40.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>Life &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; goes the way we want it to. But whatever. Like you can do anything about it.I know im going to, like all the other 400 in my cohort, become lunatics or vegetables after tuesday. I'm going to feel so lost from the lack of strain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was telling genie we should just go to the North Pole because Santa only gets one exam a year :3 Jo and I were having smalltalk about how present-day R*HS lunatics will walk around, tickle plants and whisper &lt;i&gt;F equals to ma&lt;/i&gt;. Oh my copper II sulphate! I'm going to faint. Literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even want to try to imagine that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-9157752245877615829?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9157752245877615829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=9157752245877615829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9157752245877615829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9157752245877615829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2834979848925311195</id><published>2007-05-04T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:37.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Often Than Not</title><content type='html'>My art makes me happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;True, I went home, sat down and sobbed alil more. But its over, there's more to look forward to, &amp;thats all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAt8lSbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IzKAnyeVFZ4/s1600-h/purple+wire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060668305428531634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAt8lSbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IzKAnyeVFZ4/s320/purple+wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAd8lSaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vbySZ5FiJuo/s1600-h/SWISSROLLo1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060668301133564322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAd8lSaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vbySZ5FiJuo/s320/SWISSROLLo1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAd8lSZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7hCEGFx5kjM/s1600-h/CandyEmpire.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060668301133564306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAd8lSZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7hCEGFx5kjM/s320/CandyEmpire.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAN8lSYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/redRheODfzk/s1600-h/HIPPO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060668296838596994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAN8lSYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/redRheODfzk/s320/HIPPO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are things that make people happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S Im going to be happy about it, because my bio textbook looks damn style! Pretty covers help in heavy mugging yknow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rjsdrd8lScI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NtACpB7aTyA/s1600-h/BioConcepts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060671238891194818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rjsdrd8lScI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NtACpB7aTyA/s320/BioConcepts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakaka. See? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2834979848925311195?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2834979848925311195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2834979848925311195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2834979848925311195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2834979848925311195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-often-than-not_04.html' title='More Often Than Not'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjsbAt8lSbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IzKAnyeVFZ4/s72-c/purple+wire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6158334477085540257</id><published>2007-04-29T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:37.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be right back!</title><content type='html'>30 Apr &lt;strike&gt;LA &amp; History&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 May &lt;strike&gt;Labor Day&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 May &lt;strike&gt;HCL&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 May Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;04 May Physics&lt;br /&gt;05 May (mug)&lt;br /&gt;06 May ._.&lt;br /&gt;07 May Biology &amp;amp; Singapore Studies&lt;br /&gt;08 May Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+oil everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANKYOO eileen, stella &amp; wlin for mugging w/me :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;u&gt;vidhi&lt;/u&gt;, can i reply after my major exams? my brain is chemistry mush now :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can do this, because you told me "if I can, so can you" &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MayDay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skytop garden at Vivo was absolute zen while watching the sunset! Correction: We were watching &lt;em&gt;the candy&lt;/em&gt; :D The hamsters were snoozing when we were watching through the glass casing of Pet Safari :] Felt like there wouldnt be any other moment like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thankyoo&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; for the sweetlilthings; the CANDYempire;CARLSjr;busride(: AND SWISSROLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lost my ability to put together coherant sentences o,o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your heart stops beating,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjhTKd8lSXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-89ov6ANndw/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059885620653279602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjhTKd8lSXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-89ov6ANndw/s320/Inspi(RED)025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahhs I feel damn good today cos I finished my chinese paper, read ALL my archives &lt;i&gt;seriously thats like the best way to know me&lt;/i&gt; and went shopping at.. Cold Storage -.- But I bought alotlotlot of crossiants and theyr my favorite PASTRY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my humps my humps~ my ATOMS, charmaine! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-6158334477085540257?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6158334477085540257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6158334477085540257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6158334477085540257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6158334477085540257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-be-right-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be right back!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjhTKd8lSXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-89ov6ANndw/s72-c/Inspi(RED)025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-9112397817933134477</id><published>2007-04-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:38.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUGmode</title><content type='html'>Yayness guess who Leeny and I met @ JE library? Ms YangWeilin the History Pro and Stella! :D Woomphs. ShiXian and her friend joined us afterwards. Just ate and mugged &amp; mugged and ate the day away (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly there was already absolutely no seats at arnd 1030AM. We think people actually camp outside at 9 and rush in to grab tables zzz. So we settled for this marvellous cosy (too bad it was effing cold) spot and did our work on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm while I was mugging history I was thinking. I guess you only have one chance at things. But sometimes life gives you a second chance? &lt;strong&gt;Go for it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really done anything properly in my big fat empty fourteen years. This once, I'm going to study. &lt;em&gt;Hard&lt;/em&gt;. And pin it all down right on its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thankgod for my friends who shove my butt away from the com and drag me out to study (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjNEet8lSVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7YMxWdy8MXs/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058462100987660626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjNEet8lSVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7YMxWdy8MXs/s320/Inspi(RED)001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay like part of the reason why I couldnt drag myself out of bed today was cos I was on the phone with hammeh till 3am *starts to yawn dramatically and on purpose* Hahas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll do something right in my life after year four and dropdrop everything. Take bio and econs and literature :D Then go do my stuff ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mantra: i love to mug. mug is world. world is mug!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haaaameh! musta show me your ezlink card woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(: busybusy muggy. you'll be free aft monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-9112397817933134477?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9112397817933134477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=9112397817933134477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9112397817933134477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9112397817933134477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/mugmode.html' title='MUGmode'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjNEet8lSVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7YMxWdy8MXs/s72-c/Inspi(RED)001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3357391473841676018</id><published>2007-04-27T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:38.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRILLIANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjH5v98lSUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WG3Z5IQ-lhM/s1600-h/rainbow-footer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058098458991610178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjH5v98lSUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WG3Z5IQ-lhM/s320/rainbow-footer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am some total absolute failure in trying to put my writing on hiatus, no? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay no more run-on sentences I &lt;strike&gt;need to&lt;/strike&gt;will get my frag errors right before monday's paper (: I did two solid hours of biology today and bummed around waiting for &lt;strong&gt;somebody&lt;/strong&gt; to come home~ Still bumming around in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10 days 3 hours 3 minutes &amp; 25 seconds more! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should do some automatic countdown thing my braincells are all wasting away xD&lt;br /&gt;Mwhaas okok I was exaggerating! But I need those minscule things to get my As. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY MS. &lt;strong&gt;GERI&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;one more year to NC16 movies LMAO :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmms I couldnt resist typing something so I just whacked on a skin and started clicking away rawr. Yknow this kinda language is not very healthy? Like "whacked" on a skin xD Must use writing as a destress outlet, can't possibly pile all my wanna-pull-my-hair-out moods on &lt;strong&gt;hammeh&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;lifesaver&lt;/strong&gt;, can I? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna go to the library @JE to mug my butt off with Leeny tmrw! :D Gee I can't believe you have only &lt;u&gt;one more&lt;/u&gt; chem test! *turns green* Eh. What am I supposed to do? Hoorayh for triple sciences? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O yes I heard about all five versions of Lavigne's single Girlfriend and the chinese version was damn farny! 我要做你的女朋友! x) The french version was very accurate and well done too ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when I was feeling down, you made that face you do&lt;br /&gt;no one in the world who could replace you &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&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/31245181-3357391473841676018?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3357391473841676018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3357391473841676018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3357391473841676018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3357391473841676018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/brilliance.html' title='BRILLIANCE'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjH5v98lSUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WG3Z5IQ-lhM/s72-c/rainbow-footer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-999432663440023868</id><published>2007-04-26T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:40.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCWs98lSQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kpu0L4LC5Aw/s1600-h/plushies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057708080824142082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCWs98lSQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kpu0L4LC5Aw/s320/plushies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stayed up till 1am last night to complete my 3K CID report and talked to &lt;strong&gt;hammeh&lt;/strong&gt; on the phone :D And I woke up at 6. You think I have energy to click anymore keyboard keys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I'm too engaged in a SKIN DEEP conversation with Miss xiaoLIN so enjoy the picures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCTbd8lSII/AAAAAAAAAOM/pKpaKlkdnOw/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057704481641547906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCTbd8lSII/AAAAAAAAAOM/pKpaKlkdnOw/s320/Inspi(RED)021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Yueting trying to block out paparazzi &amp;Jhosy the iceshooter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCTbd8lSJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LHgh3DTMUgA/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057704481641547922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCTbd8lSJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LHgh3DTMUgA/s320/Inspi(RED)027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Chan's 11th birthday cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUyt8lSNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZJdDgu0maes/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057705980585134290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUyt8lSNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZJdDgu0maes/s320/Inspi(RED)034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the bald and boring LT area x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUMd8lSKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4v1zacnsEHQ/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057705323455137954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUMd8lSKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4v1zacnsEHQ/s320/Inspi(RED)031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey if JJ wasnt sitting there you would have thought this was some advanced pigsty T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUMt8lSMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1jQ9od5qUWg/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057705327750105282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUMt8lSMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1jQ9od5qUWg/s320/Inspi(RED)033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehh our side of the classroom looks SO MUCH BETTER :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUMd8lSLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xxlueyvG8nc/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057705323455137970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUMd8lSLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xxlueyvG8nc/s320/Inspi(RED)032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MsJesslyn Winata looking very concentrated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUy98lSOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Db6Za3h4BK8/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057705984880101602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUy98lSOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Db6Za3h4BK8/s320/Inspi(RED)035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... The Winata Theorem! &lt;i&gt;towards femme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUzN8lSPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DFcMnQnPBMk/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057705989175068914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCUzN8lSPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DFcMnQnPBMk/s320/Inspi(RED)037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapore Xchange (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling~ YAY hammeh!&lt;/i&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/31245181-999432663440023868?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/999432663440023868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=999432663440023868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/999432663440023868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/999432663440023868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RjCWs98lSQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kpu0L4LC5Aw/s72-c/plushies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-755775036015470928</id><published>2007-04-21T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:41.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HULLO! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got handphone pouches with HESTER on wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiolvXbwR6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/oSBCAICYjks/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055895027351308194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiolvXbwR6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/oSBCAICYjks/s320/Inspi(RED)018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 0615AM this morning to go to the &lt;b&gt;Japanese Cemetry Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiokfHbwR4I/AAAAAAAAANs/OVcScNf_ukw/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055893648666806146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiokfHbwR4I/AAAAAAAAANs/OVcScNf_ukw/s320/Inspi(RED)016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tombstone of Hisaichi Terauchi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiokfXbwR5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/_KazaTdpSss/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055893652961773458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiokfXbwR5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/_KazaTdpSss/s320/Inspi(RED)023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;peaceful breezy walkway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to NUS high to meet KAYLENE and DONGQI for sculpture making and we did this oddball out of newspaper and wire &amp;paper mache &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;first layer&lt;/span&gt;. Will &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; post pictures for the final product hurhur (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaas. I met HAMMEH @ bugis &amp;walked and looked for some Zinc shop and plushies &amp;had green icecream hoho xD &amp;amp; printed neos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you can infer for yourself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiolvXbwR7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/74SPovuflU0/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055895027351308210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiolvXbwR7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/74SPovuflU0/s320/Inspi(RED)024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a picture says a thousand words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i must have bitten a huge hole in your pocket today :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mos burger was nice and green icecream was some eyeopener o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for sending me home ! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so what did you infer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-755775036015470928?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/755775036015470928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=755775036015470928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/755775036015470928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/755775036015470928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/hullo-i-got-handphone-pouches-with.html' title=''/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiolvXbwR6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/oSBCAICYjks/s72-c/Inspi(RED)018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-393762522484535249</id><published>2007-04-18T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:42.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Naturel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiYRJBh3cQI/AAAAAAAAANk/ytWEQ1P95cE/s1600-h/cherrysalad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054746478496936194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiYRJBh3cQI/AAAAAAAAANk/ytWEQ1P95cE/s320/cherrysalad.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel safer where nobody can see&lt;br /&gt;touch, hear, feel me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel safer hidden in the dark like&lt;br /&gt;in an invisible, veiled sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't get guarantees anymore,&lt;br /&gt;second chances are no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's your drawing&lt;br /&gt;On a plain canvas sheet&lt;br /&gt;Shades of charcoal&lt;br /&gt;Like what you make them to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's your sewage pipe&lt;br /&gt;Choked and spilling it be sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up before the day breaks&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel one moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else is awake&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk away invisible&lt;br /&gt;Untouchable, unoticed;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the glares and notions&lt;br /&gt;Of the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want.&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-393762522484535249?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/393762522484535249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=393762522484535249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/393762522484535249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/393762522484535249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/au-naturel.html' title='Au Naturel'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiYRJBh3cQI/AAAAAAAAANk/ytWEQ1P95cE/s72-c/cherrysalad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-738359103490019581</id><published>2007-04-17T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:58:20.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! HEY! You! You!</title><content type='html'>School has been sleepy, tiring, funny and great these few days! :] I can't help but think about mid-years tho :/ Classification shoot is &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; over and I don't have to set eyes on the .22 revolver for the rest of my life! Hahas now hammeh and I are &lt;b&gt;MARKSMEN&lt;/b&gt;! Still four badges short to catch up ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunJie was my bio prac partner today because I just happened to sit beside him on the lab bench zz. I whacked him countless times and Kaylene asked why he didn't retaliate and I replied casually &lt;b&gt;cos he's a gentleman! you hit any other guy and he'll throw verbal insults or whack you back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I turned to Calvin and whacked him on the arm with good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin was 101% stunned in the face for 2.5secs and he went &lt;b&gt;WLAU why you whack me!&lt;/b&gt; which was damn hilarious yknow the look on his face xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Kaylene &lt;b&gt;See, I told you. Not gentleman one&lt;/b&gt; and Kaylene was cracking up while holding the humungous boiling tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Calvin apparently came to the realisation and decided to prove his gentleman-ness &lt;b&gt;go on la hit me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My pleasure.&lt;/b&gt; Zi Hao heard him and came waddling over and clawed over Calvin while doing a falsetto &lt;b&gt;Calvin calvin imma girrrrl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he whacked Calvin on the back damn hard and asked &lt;b&gt;your pleasure ehhh..?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so hard i nearly dropped the visking tubing with saliva inside wakakaka xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to find time to sit down and stone during exam period :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Editorial Board Meeting&lt;br /&gt;NPCC uniform sizing&lt;br /&gt;Go out with Hester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL meeting :]&lt;br /&gt;Math remedial cls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Day Sculpture Making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History Field Trip&lt;br /&gt;NPCC parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahs :( I was so damn tired this morning thankgoodness hammeh sms-ed in the morning and i wasn't late for school (: Diddums people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Hey Vidhi! i'll reply to your mail this weekend okae? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're not not not gonna get any better&lt;br /&gt;You won't won't won't you won't get rid of me never&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, even though she's a lot like me&lt;br /&gt;We're not the same&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah yeah I'm alot to handle&lt;br /&gt;You don't know trouble, I'm a hell of a scandal&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm a scene, I'm a drama queen&lt;br /&gt;I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-738359103490019581?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/738359103490019581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=738359103490019581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/738359103490019581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/738359103490019581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-has-been-sleepy-tiring-funny-and.html' title='HEY! HEY! You! You!'/><author><name>CZHWN</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6486060035988144320</id><published>2007-04-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:53:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Effect From 8:52PM 15.04.07,</title><content type='html'>1. I am not going to use the com for more than 1 hour/day&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not going to text anyone unless absolutely necessary&lt;br /&gt;3. I am going to cut my hair after midyears&lt;br /&gt;4. I am not going to fail anything except physics :/&lt;br /&gt;5. I am going to put in decent work for results this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Blogging = destressing&lt;br /&gt;so you'll see me &lt;u&gt;occasionally&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-6486060035988144320?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6486060035988144320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6486060035988144320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6486060035988144320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6486060035988144320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-effect-from-852pm-150407.html' title='With Effect From 8:52PM 15.04.07,'/><author><name>bowpig</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6028878090216380134</id><published>2007-04-15T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:45.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAM CITY VENTURE! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHL8Rh3cOI/AAAAAAAAANU/FuCxMWNTqlE/s1600-h/CHARMS!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053544493244444898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHL8Rh3cOI/AAAAAAAAANU/FuCxMWNTqlE/s200/CHARMS!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello &lt;u&gt;people&lt;/u&gt;! Havent seen you all in quite a while, I had a fabulous weekend and cheeks cramped from grinning too much at the camera xD And now you get to hear all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RVNP swept Singapore off their heels when we ran past them on Saturday 14th April 2007 during the City Venture competition held by Catholic High School. It's like an Amazing Race kind of concept with 18 checkpoints scattered around SG and points to earn with tasks. Oh of course, don't forget the 100m dash to end point &lt;em&gt;for this leg of the race&lt;/em&gt; *imitates the commentary voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;START&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we were seriously worried cos we were landed at Braddell MRT @ 0745am and we had to report at 8. Mr Oh told us GG (which means good game and equals to game over) and GG were we! We rushed into CHS two minutes early and they handed us the gameplay instructions. We had two GameMasters which would follow us throughout the game and ours were Swee Chuan and Clifton (they were very.. quiet but nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the starting line, Team Cedar and others ran after the horn blew and hey baby we &lt;u&gt;walked&lt;/u&gt; to the gates. Cos we really thought we'd GG and decided to run after buses/trains/traffic lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1 MacRitche Reservoir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite homey if you count the fact that we've been road marshalling there last year for Xcountry. The task was to find this fitness corner and we did quite a few detours. Sun was starting to burn as we walked. We took 2 tries for the question task because Captain Leong didn't read the board properly and muttered gibberish. But we still love him anw cos he's our walking street directory! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2 Turf City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this is next since we were around that area. Horse dung and 3.7km place it was! The walking in was terrible, we were wet with sweat and still trying to hurry. Three of us didn't take breakfast and had to pinic from Liting's bag. She brought loaaads of food! The new allowance this year was that we could ask members of the public for help and so we did (: Found the car racing shops and left running out of Turf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3 Queensway Shopping Centre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, sport shops and &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt;, some air-con! Terrible number of shops there were, we found the store display which had this huge tennis racquet in it and went down to MacDonalds to get a snack and water. Then we start running again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4 Vivocity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha we'd be idiots to not go there, we know every single... toilet bowl in that place xD The locating of shop was pretty hard cos the angle at which they took the photo made the three stripes of Adidas seem like some glowing escalator. Leong was sure that it was a sports shop but they were TEN in Vivo, I was convinced it was TANGS, Peiwen looked at it and "ADIDAS"! All hail Peiwen xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5 G-max Reverse Bungy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw i know you're jealous. No la we didn't get to sit on the bungy but we took MRT and then ran there. The distance was pretty long and the sun was literally baking by then. And we were still rushing for time. I found the answer to the task, which was 27th September 2003 and we U-turned and chionged off again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6 Padang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked all the way to Padang from G-max and that huge patch of green green grass was blazing hot. We found the Singapore Cricket Club on the right of the Padang and lol I still remember the plague said that it was introduced to SG by the British in 1819 (: Peiwen and Leong finally decided to stop running cos we were half dead and we trekked back to City Hall MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7 Jurong Entertainment Centre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's JEC people! Hahas that was home sweet home. We didnt even have to find the ice-skating rink, we completed that checkpoint in a record 6minutes. The woman at the rink gates was mean though, she simply wouldn't provide us with the records of the skate courses but we got the info eventually anyway (: Decided we would not ask about our points so far and continued our last few checkpoints before heading back to CHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8 CDANS Country Club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a streak of luck it was the Bukit Batok branch that we knew really well and that Min Ee has been running around since young. We found the air gun range and had to identify another shooting based facility in the club. We suspected it could be LaserQuest but answered Archery instead. Our answer was accepted in the end but the answer was LQ which made Mins ball fists at herself xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly 2pm and we decided to head back to CHS for the bonus checkpoint. We debated over whether to do the Sembawang Park checkpoint before going for bonus but then we would have to give up bonus so we went for bonus instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9 Bonus Checkpoint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the pavement back to CHS when we caught sight of another team coming in from another direction. They started running to catch up with us and we ran for our dear lives all they way to the finish line and we reached at 02:31:22pm. Zhonghua Secondary hit the line at 02:31:23pm. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Air Rifle range. One team was allowed to shoot 10rounds, each member must shoot at least one round of pellets. Only Leong had even touched an air rifle before so he took majority of the rounds. All four of us either hit the side of the target sheet or missed entirely. Leong hit one 9 and one 3, total score was 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced that we GG-ed already, we started downing water and camwhored. We tried to do this staircase layout photo but failed miserably xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJfhh3cBI/AAAAAAAAALs/59gl4BeGGd4/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053541800299950098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJfhh3cBI/AAAAAAAAALs/59gl4BeGGd4/s320/Inspi(RED)002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from bottom left anticlockwise&lt;/span&gt; Peiwen, Liting, Min Ee, Charmaine &amp; Leong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJfhh3cCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RL2sscXp0t4/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053541800299950114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJfhh3cCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RL2sscXp0t4/s320/Inspi(RED)003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen is already laughing happily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;End&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were about to be announced and we all sat quite nervously in the LT. Leong was trying to distract himself by ransacking my inbox and explaining the quadratic formulas to me while the others were doing stuff. Each school received a COP certificate (we very nearly thought that was the end of it) and then they announced the 2nd Runner Up: Maris Stella High School. We really thought we had GG-ed and 1st Runner Up: RIVER VALLEY HIGH SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost to Zhonghua Secondary by 6points and we were faster than them by 0:00:01 secs xD&lt;br /&gt;Boy were we grinning with that huge beautiful shiny gold trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJ4Bh3cFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/t5yKV0DO19Q/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542221206745170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJ4Bh3cFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/t5yKV0DO19Q/s320/Inspi(RED)006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four spastic grinning girls with Leong and our two GameMasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left CHS really happily and squabbling over who to hold the trophy. Min Ee got it from the LT to the gates, Liting from gates to traffic light and me from traffic lights to Junction 8 :D We contacted Mr Oh and everything then went to spend the transport allowance on food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJ4Rh3cGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iU5jsDSOmPI/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542225501712482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJ4Rh3cGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iU5jsDSOmPI/s320/Inspi(RED)007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to YOSHINOYA (: Salmon Don~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJ4Rh3cHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zOEpGmlgsEE/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542225501712498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJ4Rh3cHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zOEpGmlgsEE/s320/Inspi(RED)008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mins digging into her Teriyaki Chicken Bowl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to take one round of neoprints with the trophy as main character and ta-pai &lt;em&gt;proudly&lt;/em&gt; stuck one of them onto the certificate to show MS-EK. Give all five UG groups only $22K a year huh? We're &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; cheap?! She even compared us to electricity -.- Go on, sue me. You'll get absolutely nothing because I repeat, my bank account adds up to a grand total of S$3.50 Oh, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKkRh3cNI/AAAAAAAAANM/CLT4L8U6RA4/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542981415956690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKkRh3cNI/AAAAAAAAANM/CLT4L8U6RA4/s320/Inspi(RED)014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bought this ring each (except for Liting) at J8 to celebrate (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the main ground where Leong was terribly interested in looking at bra sizes -.- We finally went off tired but still really jubilant and camwhored with the trophy on the MRT. Leong had to alight at Ang Mo Kio to meet his mom so it's just us four and the golden baby *muahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKHhh3cII/AAAAAAAAAMk/J1kiTwbyASE/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542487494717570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKHhh3cII/AAAAAAAAAMk/J1kiTwbyASE/s320/Inspi(RED)009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us and the trophy, Peiwen's jaw didn't enter the photo :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKHxh3cJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8BRJYtjz-yM/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542491789684882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKHxh3cJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8BRJYtjz-yM/s320/Inspi(RED)010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us again! Trophy got covered up this time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKjhh3cLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WA6N5J4iziM/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542968531054770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKjhh3cLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WA6N5J4iziM/s320/Inspi(RED)012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Ee loves the cup! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKjxh3cMI/AAAAAAAAANE/LKkIsMBjz3o/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542972826022082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKjxh3cMI/AAAAAAAAANE/LKkIsMBjz3o/s320/Inspi(RED)013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I know BE JEALOUS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKHxh3cKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IVaTV7Yqp2E/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053542491789684898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHKHxh3cKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IVaTV7Yqp2E/s320/Inspi(RED)011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mins &amp;amp; Charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJqxh3cDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2TFTUVPyIZ8/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053541993573478450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJqxh3cDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2TFTUVPyIZ8/s320/Inspi(RED)004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mins &amp; Peiwen @ CHS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJrBh3cEI/AAAAAAAAAME/IUn0XAsA4tw/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053541997868445762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHJrBh3cEI/AAAAAAAAAME/IUn0XAsA4tw/s320/Inspi(RED)005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaaahas I got to keep the trophy over the weekend squaddies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of my team mates were online, guess they were all bummed out and snoozing. I stayed up late to chat with Hammeh and did another custom design! P:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHeXxh3cPI/AAAAAAAAANc/EjLCZd2qjtI/s1600-h/forHAMMEH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053564756900147442" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHeXxh3cPI/AAAAAAAAANc/EjLCZd2qjtI/s320/forHAMMEH.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staygold! &lt;3&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/31245181-6028878090216380134?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6028878090216380134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6028878090216380134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6028878090216380134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6028878090216380134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/team-city-venture-d.html' title='TEAM CITY VENTURE! :D'/><author><name>bowpig</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RiHL8Rh3cOI/AAAAAAAAANU/FuCxMWNTqlE/s72-c/CHARMS!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2244958552485557612</id><published>2007-04-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Everytime I'm satisfied with my layout, the next moment I'm totally bored with it. Bear with me! (: This one looks pretty neat and I managed to clean up my links in a matter of minutes, good job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhzmDRh3b-I/AAAAAAAAALU/Twp8eARfZI0/s1600-h/FAHK.+us..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052165825922297826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhzmDRh3b-I/AAAAAAAAALU/Twp8eARfZI0/s320/FAHK.+us..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was browsing through an old thumbdrive and found this really sweet picture from our primary school days, six of us (excluding Vidhi and me because we took the photo) From left: Farhanna; Amanda; Huikin; Kelly. And this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhzmrBh3cAI/AAAAAAAAALk/ka2YtA2SNUc/s1600-h/6aa+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052166508822097922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhzmrBh3cAI/AAAAAAAAALk/ka2YtA2SNUc/s320/6aa+2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Hahas I think I did the fancy borders a long time ago in a sudden burst of nostalgia. Our childish, sloppy smiles remind me of days long past :) If I had to choose one moment to live forever in no doubt it'd be this! Hoho (: &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/31245181-2244958552485557612?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2244958552485557612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2244958552485557612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2244958552485557612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2244958552485557612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>bowpig</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhzmDRh3b-I/AAAAAAAAALU/Twp8eARfZI0/s72-c/FAHK.+us..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2165189674062637076</id><published>2007-04-10T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:21:31.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101% Charmaine</title><content type='html'>HOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not exactly a dark person but this image kind of formed in my head during class today &amp;so i decided to make it into a pretty layout! i'm especially cheery despite the watermelon split headache because of the (: It's my third stepping stone to writing Haven! Oh yes, i'm sick now coz i did my 2.4km run with the flu buddy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in, particularly to mister junjie: really, seriously sick. have you even seen how i &lt;i&gt;act&lt;/i&gt; sick? aw. i wasn't supposed to do phys. ed today but i felt so good, i shot two consecutive hoops during netball with that throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something really hilarious happened during drama class today which really cracked me up just thinking about it. i was busy scribbling and edmund was peering at my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine, are you going to cut your fringe?&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;oh. hehe i help you cut! *evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;"you try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point in time, lydia (my lifesaver) comes over and 'protects' my fringe. then mr. junjie interferes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo charmaine! *waves with scissors*&lt;br /&gt;"dont . come . near . me"&lt;br /&gt;ok ok shhh *leans over edmund's head*&lt;br /&gt;from somewhere: no..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmund jerks his head up at the exact point where JJ snips with the scissors. the paper i was scribbling on was scattered with long, thin, black strips of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; edmund was muttering &lt;i&gt;JJ i'm going to cut your &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lan (dick)&lt;/span&gt; hair&lt;/i&gt; for the rest of the day. LMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2165189674062637076?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2165189674062637076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2165189674062637076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2165189674062637076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2165189674062637076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/101-charmaine.html' title='101% Charmaine'/><author><name>bowpig</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7872995287731694167</id><published>2007-04-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:32:39.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast For Change!</title><content type='html'>Hello there! There are two fugly green goblins on tv singing &lt;em&gt;left-ting, left-do-thoo&lt;/em&gt; and Chelsea's singing along with them so pardon me if I don't make sense here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to change your links. I &lt;u&gt;swear&lt;/u&gt; I'm going to get a change of URL since Cousin Dearest -&lt;em&gt; who has absolutely no social awareness and self dignity&lt;/em&gt; - named his new female guinea pig &lt;b&gt;QUINCERINA&lt;/b&gt;, or Quincy for short. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy grow up! x) Hell you've had 3 months more on this Earth than I do, you should know better than to name your brown spotty furball after my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog. This word still sounds vaguely foreign to me, like a sound a brown cow makes when it chomps on grass. Yeah hell I expected to see a brown cow everytime when someone says the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get rid of this using-emoticons-to-replace-proper-words habit. See? I had this uber urge to put a &lt;b&gt;:/&lt;/b&gt; right at the end of that sentence. No more than five emoticons per entry from now onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I have this chomping affinity for the color &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was seriously random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine needs to stop being a scatterbrain. Just look at how many topics I mention in &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; entry? zzz. I must&lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt;must get my hands on that exotic red CRMPLR! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7872995287731694167?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7872995287731694167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7872995287731694167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7872995287731694167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7872995287731694167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/toast-for-change.html' title='Toast For Change!'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-9071557371935915798</id><published>2007-04-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:47.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry, I'm Fallin'-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZSAQzosZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nhGBSf89KTA/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050314196607611282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZSAQzosZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nhGBSf89KTA/s200/Inspi(RED)000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charmaine Geri Hester Eileen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY HESTER! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY BFF TURNED FIFTEEN w/o me lols. All of us got Hester a really plump stuffed doggie &amp;i bought a swt angel bear for her :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you read my previous posts my readers; you'll have realised that I blew a storm piercing my first earholes. I decided to re-pierce (coz they closed up) coz I fell in love with &lt;b&gt;EARRINGS&lt;/b&gt;! And will you believe what that woman at the counter asked me -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Where do you wanna pierce?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wth what do you mean &lt;em&gt;where do you wanna pierce&lt;/em&gt; Earlobes lar zzz. I was thinking bellybutton and noserings :O Anyway &lt;em&gt;woohoo&lt;/em&gt; (: Geri told me IMMA BRAVE GURL and im not going to cry and I didn't! &amp;Eileen let me crimp her arm when the woman shot my ears down xD I LOVE MY GIRLFRIENDS (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we met Shinzu, Grace, Jiamin &amp;amp; Zhiying and we went PASTAMANIA for lunch! ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZebQzosaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BRo9yaJuZ-Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050327854603612578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZebQzosaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BRo9yaJuZ-Y/s200/IMAGE_00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine; Shinzu; Zhiying; Geri; Jiamin; Grace; Hester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZe4QzosbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YkjY1noacUI/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050328352819818930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZe4QzosbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YkjY1noacUI/s200/Inspi(RED)001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl &amp; Eileen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZfogzoseI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aabhQDFbSQU/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050329181748507106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZfogzoseI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aabhQDFbSQU/s200/Inspi(RED)002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eileen's &amp;amp; My Straw Hearts ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZfogzosdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WQpk2hRYl7M/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050329181748507090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZfogzosdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WQpk2hRYl7M/s200/Inspi(RED)001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WE WANT CAKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZfowzosfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rE8PHEmjt24/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050329186043474418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZfowzosfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rE8PHEmjt24/s200/Inspi(RED)003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;femme fatale times THREE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went shopping after that and found out about Grace's MANY aliases x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZgvgzosgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kaJIYXedrFs/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050330401519219202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZgvgzosgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kaJIYXedrFs/s200/Inspi(RED)004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amongst one is PIGLET;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZgvwzoshI/AAAAAAAAALE/XOpyQhWFPVw/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050330405814186514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZgvwzoshI/AAAAAAAAALE/XOpyQhWFPVw/s200/Inspi(RED)005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;im telling you that pretzel is heaven rawr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And four of us got this same pair of really swt crown earrings =D Loads of other shops had hugeee sales and OP was selling this series of SKORTS - genuine groove im telling you &amp;amp;PMK had ALL skirts at 10bucks! Gee Plaza Sing is &lt;3 align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you people made my day (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-9071557371935915798?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9071557371935915798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=9071557371935915798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9071557371935915798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9071557371935915798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/d.html' title='Hurry, I&apos;m Fallin&apos;-'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RhZSAQzosZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nhGBSf89KTA/s72-c/Inspi(RED)000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-4400304385625253079</id><published>2007-04-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:50:42.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIDHI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I MISS YOU LIKE &lt;em&gt;#$%^&amp;*(&lt;/em&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and god returned me my social life recently ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously flat today which is why im doing a one-liner entry but yknow T.T I promise I'll update soon &amp;amp;start on my own blogskin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make your own bed, and so you have to lie in it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-4400304385625253079?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4400304385625253079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=4400304385625253079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4400304385625253079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4400304385625253079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/l3.html' title='l&lt;3'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-573738527215290509</id><published>2007-04-02T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:00:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gl'AMOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when the sky is fallin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't look outside the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Same old, same old. When I hear this, my mind scrambles in so many different directions. Oh sure I want to run away. But what am I running from, and where am I running to? The line of defences I've been building up the past few months has been knocked down with just one swooping smile. I've been having this fuzzy feeling like Christmas came too early. Everyone seems like an angel, I'm walking on clouds and eating cotton candy :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jesslyn sent me an sms early on Sunday morning that said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"OMG! Did you hear the Leaning Tower of Pisa collapsed yesterday?! I didn't even get to see it then collapsed liao zz" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was at the zoo and I kind of grabbed Jhosy and started hyperventilating until she said "Happy April's Fools Charm" T.T Oh crap it was the Leaning Tower of Pisa after all, I deserve to be worried. The zoo trip was kindof fun havent been there in a really long while (: We visited Inuka =D No more peacocks though. Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh hey I've got &lt;u&gt;drill&lt;/u&gt; and ALOT of homework to finish up. Photos tomorrow! Toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;cos I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-573738527215290509?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/573738527215290509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=573738527215290509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/573738527215290509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/573738527215290509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/glamour.html' title='gl&apos;AMOUR'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3767247547304378856</id><published>2007-03-29T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:51:21.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Room</title><content type='html'>By Lisa Loomer [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sooper dooper long school day and 3789 dot-cross diagrams later, Miss Jhocie, Miss Wlin and yours truly went for another S-L meeting @ Vivo. Bumped into quite a few RVians (-.-) before deciding that Vivo was nowhere condusive enough. The Barbie M.A.C. collaboration set has been moved off and was replaced by this totally FAB white walkway for Fashion Festival 2007! &lt;em&gt;*screams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we ended up at the library @ Esplanade &amp;Wlin did part of my PhysA3! &lt;em&gt;*kowtows to her*&lt;/em&gt; This is only about the third time I've been there and their couches were wonderful. Then we met this PMS lao ah-pek who threw us dirty looks and equally dirty lines; I wont be surprised if we get another "Member of The Public" compliant tomorrow/next week! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I couldn't really absorb whatever Ben was tryna say cos I was too busy looking at One Fullerton outside the window &lt;em&gt;not to mention the couches and the air con and qe piano music!&lt;/em&gt; I picked up a slim volume on instinct while passing by the main shelves and it turned out to be a full-length modern script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark comedy about the timeless quest for beauty - and its cost. Three women from different centuries meet in a modern doctor's waiting room. Forgiveness From Heaven is an eighteenth century Chinese woman whose bound feet are causing her to lose her toes. Victoria is a nineteeth century tightly corseted English woman suffering from what is commonly known as "hysteria". Then there is Wanda, a modern gal from new Jersey who is having problems with her silicone breasts. Husbands, doctors, Freud, the drug industry and the FDA all come under examination. The play is a wild ride though medical and sexual policies, including the politics of the ever-present battle with breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvellous, ain't it? (: Then on the way back I bought this frozen banana in chocolate and macademia dip for $1.50 and we saw this array of legal graffiti. Simply eye-catching and sentimental, lasted for about 100m or so of wall space. No pictures today because I'm incredibly tired, had to stick toothpicks between my eyelids to keep them open for Chem. And I had some gory dream about WWII yesterday night which involved a lot of guns and death x_x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a song I'd like to share.. It's retro at its best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1:&lt;br /&gt;If I were an only child&lt;br /&gt;I would be a lonely child&lt;br /&gt;but baby we've got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing tall in my own shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this chance&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this choice&lt;br /&gt;I'll right this wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'll raise my voice&lt;br /&gt;if it means&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2:&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;But for you I'll take time out&lt;br /&gt;I'll push his love far away from me&lt;br /&gt;and then I'll be completely free&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up my security&lt;br /&gt;for just the possibility&lt;br /&gt;that we could be together&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;If you said "Jump!" I'd say "How high?"&lt;br /&gt;If you said "Run!" I'd run and fly&lt;br /&gt;Just for the chance&lt;br /&gt;Just for the moment&lt;br /&gt;Should the moment pass us by&lt;br /&gt;and if you ask once I'll tell you twice&lt;br /&gt;I'll ignore the world's advice&lt;br /&gt;if we could be together&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 3:&lt;br /&gt;I am taken by your strength&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about it at great length&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was happy now&lt;br /&gt;but there are things that I found out&lt;br /&gt;Happiness means greater things&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit here 'til that telephone rings&lt;br /&gt;then we could be together&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;Wait'll I tell my guy (wait'll I tell)&lt;br /&gt;Wait'll I tell my other friends&lt;br /&gt;They'll all think I'm crazy-&lt;br /&gt;and ya know what?&lt;br /&gt;That depends...&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm crazy in love&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's best won't do&lt;br /&gt;They'll say my hopes&lt;br /&gt;will not come true&lt;br /&gt;But I'm taking the chance&lt;br /&gt;Because you only live once-&lt;br /&gt;Only live once (only live once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said "Jump!" I'd say "How high?"&lt;br /&gt;If you said "Run!" You know I'd fly&lt;br /&gt;Just for the chance&lt;br /&gt;Just for the moment&lt;br /&gt;Should the moment pass us by&lt;br /&gt;and if you ask once I'll tell you twice&lt;br /&gt;I'll ignore the world's advice&lt;br /&gt;if we could be together&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;There are no guarantees&lt;br /&gt;but if it means&lt;br /&gt;there's even a possibility&lt;br /&gt;then I'll give up whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;I know I've made some mistakes before&lt;br /&gt;It may be just another closed door&lt;br /&gt;But we could be together&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said "Jump!" I'd say "How high?"&lt;br /&gt;If you said "Run!" I'd run and fly&lt;br /&gt;Just for the chance&lt;br /&gt;Just for the moment&lt;br /&gt;Should the moment pass us by&lt;br /&gt;Ask me once I'll tell you twice,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll ignore the world's advice&lt;br /&gt;if we could be together&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that we could be together&lt;br /&gt;for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO DEBBIE GIBSON! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3767247547304378856?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3767247547304378856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3767247547304378856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3767247547304378856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3767247547304378856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/waiting-room.html' title='The Waiting Room'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3599003528694104072</id><published>2007-03-25T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:10:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breeze = zen (:</title><content type='html'>I don't usually complain about heat, but the weather these days' been pretty atrocious. I can sit down with the fan blowing in my face, do nothing but stone and my butt still turns slick with sweat ._. Anybody selling high-tech cooling fibre underwear out there please contact me T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I'm on this streak of determination to scrimp for S$180 to buy that heavenly looking &lt;strong&gt;Zen Microphoto Pink/White&lt;/strong&gt;, since nothing else on the market entices me. But S$180 will take a &lt;em&gt;nong nong&lt;/em&gt; time ): And that is if I purchase online. If I purchase at Courts or somewhere else, it costs S$299 &lt;em&gt;*faints*&lt;/em&gt; and it'd take a million years to scrimp up. Then again, I am considering this 1GB player that's S$139 but for about 50 more bucks I get 7gig more capacity. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been &lt;u&gt;desperate&lt;/u&gt; for a player since my #$%^&amp;*( iPOD mini decided to self - K.O. months and months ago.  It still plays a few tunes occasionally but it's absolutely rattled and the clickwheel -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grrr steve jobs i'll knock you off your swivel iCHAIR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- malfunctions. My music players are on happy-go-lucky mode 24/7 -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;she mannequin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3599003528694104072?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3599003528694104072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3599003528694104072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3599003528694104072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3599003528694104072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/breeze-zen.html' title='breeze = zen (:'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5696258538996422295</id><published>2007-03-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protégé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RgD_lEsn7oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EfOTghXdE2E/s1600-h/highheelshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044312595036106370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RgD_lEsn7oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EfOTghXdE2E/s320/highheelshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember wiping my hands off entirely. But with the way you're bitching behind my back, looks like you want me in your way. I've been starting on a clean slate since the start of the year, and if you want to sit your ass on mine, I'll make sure I leave a mark on yours. Might as well have gone to a girls' school if I wanted this treatment -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i no longer have anything to talk to you about anymore. and to think you're a squadmate whats more, cheese band girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been pretty interesting and the weather's been nice and chilly. I guess I don't hate math anymore, 80% due to the fact that my math teacher this year is out of the ordinary (: Although line equations are not going to get me anywhere in life &amp;i do quite drastically bad for math, I quite like all the formulas right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason being, the most recent formula:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044315025987595922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RgEByksn7pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jnEUBZTLN50/s320/Quadratic+Eqn+Formula.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Removes &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; need for factorisation... Which means Sec 1 &amp;amp; 2 algebra = Obsolete! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*jumps thru ceiling fan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;im in a total wardrobe overhaul kind of mood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5696258538996422295?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5696258538996422295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5696258538996422295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5696258538996422295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5696258538996422295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/protg.html' title='Protégé'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RgD_lEsn7oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EfOTghXdE2E/s72-c/highheelshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7784129635725069902</id><published>2007-03-17T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:49.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+44  shot down(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RfvrDq6GN-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/6r5mkKMqK_4/s1600-h/CharmClarineMins!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042882656061503458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RfvrDq6GN-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/6r5mkKMqK_4/s320/CharmClarineMins!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;Clarine&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;Mins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Apparently we all did a lot of shooting today: 18 rounds of air pistol and 2 rounds of neoprintin'! *beams widely*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The air pistol is definitely more enjoyable handling than the unoiled and recoiled .22 revolver =X But can you blame us? It was under shade, in air-con with a marvellous gray carpet and high-tech targets! My master eye is my right eye (: Pearwen and I had to do a lot of switching from left to right to see which one hit the target then it's the dominant hand xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was the lefty dominantes in the end :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We planned to catch Stomp The Yard at 1:35pm and have me rush off to Dhoby at 4, but we wound up at the JEC arcade watching House Of The Dead 4 and Daytona and trying to break the high score at Street Basketball xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Leong: Hey I lost my watch.&lt;br /&gt;All: =/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check counter, check machine)&lt;br /&gt;Leong: Got watch?&lt;br /&gt;All: No.&lt;br /&gt;Leong: Shucks *goes into PMS mode*&lt;br /&gt;CM: I think it's under the machine&lt;br /&gt;Clarine: I checked liao, dont have&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ask the couple after them)&lt;br /&gt;Leong: I think they took and ran&lt;br /&gt;Min: Ask counter again ba&lt;br /&gt;CM: I think it's under the machine&lt;br /&gt;Clarine: Check liao, 7 times, no have -.-&lt;br /&gt;CM: Oh them them, they were the ones right after u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(asked the group of boys)&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Didn't touch it&lt;br /&gt;Min: Aiya u left ur number with them, lets go home ba&lt;br /&gt;Leong: *PMS*&lt;br /&gt;OQH: Go home... *depressed*&lt;br /&gt;CM: Y'know i think it's under the machine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(walks back into the arcade)&lt;br /&gt;CM: Check the machine again lo&lt;br /&gt;Leong: WOOHOO found it! *out of PMS mode*&lt;br /&gt;Clarine: Where you found it?&lt;br /&gt;Leong: Under the machine..&lt;br /&gt;Clarine: I checked SEVEN times no have!!&lt;br /&gt;CM: How many times did i say "under the machine"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LAWL man that was like the most cold climax thing that ever happened xD And you know what happens when everybody comes out of the PMS/depressed mode? We go neoprintin'! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rfv8Lq6GN_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t1x_4NmGEm4/s1600-h/%5B2%5D+acrobatics.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042901485198129138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rfv8Lq6GN_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t1x_4NmGEm4/s320/%5B2%5D+acrobatics.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acrobatics?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rfv8L66GOAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ht1gMHPUPdw/s1600-h/%5B2%5D+so+many+faces+can.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042901489493096450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rfv8L66GOAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ht1gMHPUPdw/s320/%5B2%5D+so+many+faces+can.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, farmstay! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Y'know the look on Min Ee's face is the one I have when I look at my homework T.T&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have loads of shomwok to finish and i haven't drawn my Scorpius yet! :/&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7784129635725069902?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7784129635725069902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7784129635725069902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7784129635725069902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7784129635725069902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/44-shot-down.html' title='+44  shot down(:'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RfvrDq6GN-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/6r5mkKMqK_4/s72-c/CharmClarineMins!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-9097193395261643199</id><published>2007-03-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:49.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out Day In</title><content type='html'>I had a &lt;em&gt;marvellous&lt;/em&gt; afternoon with 2B today (: 18/35 was not too bad an attendance and if you didn't bother coming you seriously missed something there :( After reviewing all the movies at GV Vivo, all the nicer stuff like Hannibal Rising and History Boys were NC16 and we decided to take &lt;b&gt;Blood And Chocolate&lt;/b&gt; which someone suggested was a "horror" movie :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rflqoq6GN9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Sk31tVNVabs/s1600-h/bloodandchocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042178504763258834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rflqoq6GN9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Sk31tVNVabs/s320/bloodandchocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So much for a horror movie huh. I have briefly read through the novel's summary after the movie and if I had to pick all over again, I'd prefer the way the movie was. Critics do not encourage this movie because it pretty much trashed the book, but I think it trashed the book in a &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; way. I wouldn't like it if it turned out the way Da Vinci Code did :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One interesting fact is that Agnes Bruckner (Vivian) is actually a redhead -&lt;em&gt;they did her blond for this&lt;/em&gt;- and she has natural green eyes, which make it easy for the producers cos all they have to do is to reduce the blue light (: Green minus blue equals yellow, no? ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay maybe I was being biased. I don't like the book because Vivian and Gabriel are together in the end (unlike in the movie which Vivian had a happy humane ending with Aiden) *Ahem* the movie is great and simply a &lt;em&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/em&gt; experience xD There is enough action and dialogue and kissing and heart pumping sequences which are worth your 8 bucks but NEVER go to  GV Vivo. Horrible theatre :O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we had a relatively &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;peaceful dinner after the arrival of Miss Wooytz and &lt;u&gt;home SWT home&lt;/u&gt;. Gee I love 2B *brink brink* And I think I'm going to create another Audi account to own Entry - boy I miss Entry - Dankyou Weilin! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone has two lives. The one we show the world. And the one that was never meant to be seen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-9097193395261643199?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9097193395261643199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=9097193395261643199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9097193395261643199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/9097193395261643199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-out-day-in.html' title='Day Out Day In'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rflqoq6GN9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Sk31tVNVabs/s72-c/bloodandchocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2952940551600443903</id><published>2007-03-14T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:19:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>Something, somebody;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Blogga to stay away from my posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to extinguish the personal muse portion of this webpage. Shan't continue scribbling on the inside of that paper mask. I guess I need some time to sit down and sort out my life and stop writing run-on sentences. I need to do my real best for next term and acheive that 70% average I've been promising myself. I know. To say I'm guilty would be an understatement. I've never put in my best for &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; at all in life, not even for PSLE/prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within these few years of perturb change, I have evolved from happy-go-lucky to perfectionist; roaring for food to full with hunger; and up to my neck in an unhealthy lifestyle. I have lost touch with celebrity trash, novels don't help me understand my formulas. I used to operate on 100% instinct, but now I'm forced to hesitate before my choices and thus worry about the other &lt;em&gt;maybe-i-can-do-better-with-this&lt;/em&gt; choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just need a little time to myself. I'll sort this out, on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe carefree will find me again someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2952940551600443903?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2952940551600443903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2952940551600443903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2952940551600443903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2952940551600443903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5072143919213004245</id><published>2007-03-12T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:34:25.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Come Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Last ITC as A Cadet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Year [1]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly remember the first activity ever I attended with OQH, Eileen Chew and Lim JunJie x_x And Mr Leong pulling branches behind the car porch after his dance cca.&lt;br /&gt;"Can't ROD come faster? =.= NP sucks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Year [2]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bong&lt;/b&gt;: You cadets don't know respect?! I pump you till you know respect!&lt;br /&gt;The days when I still had nine other squadmates in the same class :(&lt;br /&gt;"Two more years to ROD! Yoohoo no more NP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Year [3]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I have a feeling ROD's getting closer. Don't want it to come ANY closer. Itching to get out of class on CCA days and going home with squadmates after school. Now when I say "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE NP&lt;/span&gt;!" after every activity, I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, the only comforting thought about staying in RVHS is NPCC. Maybe these cliche lines should be left till next year, but better early than late and never. I like my lessons tho I don't do brilliantly in them. Come to think of it, sleeping of classroom tables for two nights and running early in the morning is a more &lt;u&gt;comfortable&lt;/u&gt; idea than sitting in for normal school lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Labrador Park on Day One when Jhosy spent a sooper long time comforting me before the trail and it didn't even turn out scary in the end. And the weird breakfast we had in the morning before drill. I have to say this year's ITC drill session was the absolute BEST because I learnt the most (before Mr Oh pulled both Yue Ting and I out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am: What else do you think this campus is lacking of?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody: Not enough shade lo&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am: -.- Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;Si Jie: Not enough trees *innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Hoe: *Shocked* I've never helped a bangla before! &lt;em&gt;applied to Peiwen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call two Adna(s) rolling down a slope? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a Changing Parade followed after Drill before Field Cooking! I discovered the yummyness of pineapple cubes and the biscuits in the ration packs :D Rope Obstacles were fun this year, esp. the Single Rope Pull ^^ and then the Orienting Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN CAME RECREATION! :D Boy it was fun xD&lt;br /&gt;We all sabo-ed Liting for human knot tying and I had to take her place in between 2 year one boys xD Juniors Raymeo &amp;amp; Bernice and Mister Genie were absolute fun, I never knew the Oreo analogy before them xD&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoyed SJAB(YR3) and NCC(GIRLS YR3) dances at CandleLight Night plus &lt;em&gt;hurhur&lt;/em&gt; our &lt;em&gt;I'm banging sexybang&lt;/em&gt;! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very nearly fell asleep during Day 3's lessons until I started talking to Jhosy who was tryna keep her eyelids open too. We understood Corporal Punishment till its bumflaps and I didn't really want Break Camp to happen after all :(&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 6pm-12pm right after I got home from camp and in result I missed TWO meals. Goodness. I look like a burnt bun with eyebags &lt;em&gt;that's Breadtalk's new flavor&lt;/em&gt;! Then I had a wonderful time in Audi with Jhosy and JunYi ^^ GG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where'd you go, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it been forever, since you've been gone&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've come back home!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Missed you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5072143919213004245?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5072143919213004245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5072143919213004245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5072143919213004245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5072143919213004245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-come-back-home.html' title='Please Come Back Home'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-8189329173025698059</id><published>2007-03-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:50.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I Revised Math Today! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rewb1D6VqbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CHgSUa3amGs/s1600-h/so+much+for+studying!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038432681517754802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rewb1D6VqbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CHgSUa3amGs/s400/so+much+for+studying!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, I told you =.= &lt;em&gt;o where's justice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with credits to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17053120#pic=35409065564730"&gt;andie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im never ever ever ever going to study EVER again !pffft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-8189329173025698059?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8189329173025698059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=8189329173025698059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8189329173025698059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8189329173025698059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-i-revised-math-today-d.html' title='Hey I Revised Math Today! :D'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rewb1D6VqbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CHgSUa3amGs/s72-c/so+much+for+studying!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7975706344431812377</id><published>2007-03-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:52.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUBLE YELLOW LINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RemDRj6VqZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/seVizIlpLXA/s1600-h/CNY004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037701995911555474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RemDRj6VqZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/seVizIlpLXA/s200/CNY004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charmaine finally resurfaced on Earth (: My week's been real &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; bad because I lost my head for many tests and &lt;em&gt;im never eva going to study for them again T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think BMW cars have fugly huge nostrils and no matter how German-goody-material it's made of, it's fugly =/ (my dad better not be reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm simply excited about teh zoo CIP thingey coz (see I finally remembered why was excited!) BECAUSE, it will add to my GreenPeace credentials, and if Harvard Law School doesn't want me, I can simply go be a GreenPeace volunteer! Join Nature's workforce, Miss &lt;b&gt;Jho&lt;/b&gt;cie! P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RemDAD6VqXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Bx4SZn5zkV8/s1600-h/CNY003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037701695263844722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RemDAD6VqXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Bx4SZn5zkV8/s200/CNY003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have officially rendered Miss Jhocie and Miss Pearwen &lt;u&gt;weird&lt;/u&gt; because they took Jhocie's kangaroo pouch for a &lt;b&gt;rabbit&lt;/b&gt;! :O YT called me a RODENT and i'm &lt;em&gt;chao ji &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;bu shuang&lt;/u&gt; xD And she tried to ram me twice today :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RemC6T6VqWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gBNBGA-13JI/s1600-h/CNY000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037701596479596898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RemC6T6VqWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/gBNBGA-13JI/s200/CNY000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got our beautifeuyl dance hats today and they looked really nice although i kept wearing it the wrong way arnd xD Don't be bluffed by that picture, my feet are size 6 and not -1 like you see in there lawl. Monday's Xcountry (3.7km) and Internal Torture Camp is this Friday :( I want to call for bombs at the school so that it'll be cancelled somewhat T_T Won't be here again for a pretty long while, I suggest you read one line a day xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Stuck In My Head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7975706344431812377?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7975706344431812377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7975706344431812377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7975706344431812377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7975706344431812377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/double-yellow-lines.html' title='DOUBLE YELLOW LINES'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RemDRj6VqZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/seVizIlpLXA/s72-c/CNY004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7463138957475859959</id><published>2007-02-25T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:04:14.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Headlines:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blogger Gobbled Up My Post And I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; In The Mood To Type Anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Blogger =.= Anw, I had to resist myself from continuing my search for the FF XI movie clips on YouTube to do my Chemistry Review (wish it was still about Manuka Honey) so I compromised by coming here instead. Things always happen when you switch on the com D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad that we didn't take any pictures during dance practice because there were interesting things going on xD I shall now commit my free time to Audi training so that I may be as pro as miss. Min Ee =^) Sync 4 level Eleven &lt;em&gt;meaning eleven arrow keys in four beats&lt;/em&gt; Perfect @ 143bpm! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eddy created SasoriIte the Bruce =/ It makes me think of a nice, fat piece of salmon fish marinated in some Ite sauce. &lt;em&gt;Yummeh~&lt;/em&gt; Apart from that he's really fat, eats A LOT and likes to play with O_daiji's Psimouse xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O well, I'm really not in the mood to type anymore :( I'll just go and do my Chem Review pffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;listen to your heart, although it's on the left, it's always right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7463138957475859959?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7463138957475859959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7463138957475859959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7463138957475859959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7463138957475859959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunday-headlines.html' title='Sunday Headlines:'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7339519490207236845</id><published>2007-02-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:38:14.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Co Licky Licky</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1: What?! You are wearing a tuxedo to the steamboat?!&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2: O yes, but they are quite expensive&lt;br /&gt;Boy 3: Use paper one la *puts on earplugs*&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1: o.o Later the soup splash how? HAHAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2: I'm gonna use a &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; one, can?&lt;br /&gt;Boy 4: I can introduce this place which sells really cheap tuxedos *grins*&lt;br /&gt;Boy 3: oh baby, it's just fifty cents~ *sings aloud*&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1, 2, 4: -_____-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, you get a lot of stuff like this on Bus 173 (: Have a great weekend! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7339519490207236845?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7339519490207236845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7339519490207236845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7339519490207236845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7339519490207236845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/co-licky-licky.html' title='Co Licky Licky'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-4782953676129094256</id><published>2007-02-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:52.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>曾 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rdr4QOIHBdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wnOZJd2E0p8/s1600-h/WE+LOVE+OUR+NAMES+II.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033608491093657042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rdr4QOIHBdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wnOZJd2E0p8/s400/WE+LOVE+OUR+NAMES+II.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all display pictures subject to respective owners' copyright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SELF IDENTITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Y'know, I didn't think much about my own messaging picture and label until this (: The men have cars, the women their purses, but us? For people who IM often, it's sorta Self Identity. This extreme toothy grin is my display picture, while WenHan's hasn't changed since I started looking at his DP. Riea's and Eddy's are parts of the same picture: JRECL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rdr4b-IHBeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UGPnMGn6Qxs/s1600-h/WE+LOVE+OUR+NAMES.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033608692957119970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rdr4b-IHBeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UGPnMGn6Qxs/s400/WE+LOVE+OUR+NAMES.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;again, *sigh* all names and labels subject to author's copyright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE LOVE OUR NAMES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shouldn't the school do &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; like this? Instead of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Identity &gt; You &gt; Family &gt; School &gt; Society &gt; World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Try:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Identity &gt; You &gt; Home &gt; Hobby &gt; IM &gt; Particular Representation of Self &gt; To World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see, I make unreasonable things into pretty good reason. &lt;i&gt; =.= don't deny it, I saw you nodding your head while reading just now&lt;/i&gt; Of course, &lt;em&gt;IM&lt;/em&gt; is just an example of how you can branch out from &lt;em&gt;Hobby&lt;/em&gt;. It's &lt;u&gt;so &lt;b&gt;much &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In case there are persons of high status in the ministry reading this, it is meant . to . be . a . joke. I'm still too young for you to file a lawsuit against, you see. And everybody deserves a good hearty smile after thrashing out all the CNY homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but what if I havent done mine yet?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-4782953676129094256?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4782953676129094256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=4782953676129094256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4782953676129094256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4782953676129094256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='曾 !'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rdr4QOIHBdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wnOZJd2E0p8/s72-c/WE+LOVE+OUR+NAMES+II.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-4422018319258002577</id><published>2007-02-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:52.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy X, XI, X-2 Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RdhzAp0Uc7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iNTUthp3XBE/s1600-h/Final+Fantasy+XI.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032899038649021362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RdhzAp0Uc7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iNTUthp3XBE/s320/Final+Fantasy+XI.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am &lt;u&gt;so &lt;b&gt;absolutely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; crazy about FF after sitting through a few hours of Eddy's gameplay, I did this piece of fanart thingey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is fantabulous &lt;em&gt;that's fantastic &amp;amp; fabulous combined, in case you think i've really gone off my rockers&lt;/em&gt; and there's a whole lot more to Tidus and Yuna's names, which mean "Sun" and "Night" in Okinawan respectively :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the general cap on the storyline (correct me if I get any part wrong):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidus from Zanarkand is attacked by Sin (immense creature shrouded by water) while playing Blitzball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's transported to Sphira where Rikku tells him the destruction of Zanarkand happened nearly a thousand years ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidus meets Yuna at Besaid Island with her five guardians and he becomes her sixth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jecht, Tidus' father has returned as Sin himself after the previous Final Summoning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidus and Yuna learns from Lady Yunalesca that after Yuna sacrifices one of her guardians for the Final Summoning, the sacrifice will return as Sin and therefore Sin cannot be ridden of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They defeat Yunalesca and without her, the Final Aeon cannot be summoned and the Final Summoning can never be carried out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As they approach Zanarkand, Tidus finds out that he was from Dream Zanarkand, which is not the real Zanarkand and will vanish when Sin has been finally ridden off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidus does not tell this to anyone &lt;i&gt;stupid boy&lt;/i&gt; and attack Sin with the others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eddy does something weird to the joystick and we miss this part entirely but supposedly,&lt;/i&gt; Tidus walks off, knowing he will vanish with the rest of Dream Z, and Yuna confesses &lt;i&gt;sh*t you eddy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy X-2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something to do with Yuna joining Gullwings (a group of sphere hunters) with Rikku to search for Tidus, I'll be playing that one tomorrow! ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did three more questions on my Biology assignment and read the reading assignments' articles today (: Rest I spent on eating and drinking and eating and watching FFXI and drinking and watching &lt;b&gt;Silver Hawk&lt;/b&gt;! I'd like to have CNY everyday for the rest of my life! =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;tidus and yuna and tidus and YUNAAA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-4422018319258002577?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4422018319258002577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=4422018319258002577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4422018319258002577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4422018319258002577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/final-fantasy-x-xi-x-2-craze.html' title='Final Fantasy X, XI, X-2 Craze'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RdhzAp0Uc7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iNTUthp3XBE/s72-c/Final+Fantasy+XI.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-382238219478818205</id><published>2007-02-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:48:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladys &amp; Genetlmese</title><content type='html'>I'm not a very god-oriented person but whatever, I love this masterpiece by magnette (: HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR people ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel incredibly bloated after tonight's reunion dinner and I have no intention of doing my homework today. I only got as far as... the first question on the bio assignment (A). Nobody actually works on Chinese New Year so &lt;em&gt;where oh where am i goina get my delicious morning bread T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see Cousin Dearest for two whole days at one go so i can forget about bringing my homework out while collecting angbaos. It's going to be one real PlayStation marathon this CNY *bumps about* Homework's a lifelong movie without popcorn :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;247% wenHANwen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-382238219478818205?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/382238219478818205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=382238219478818205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/382238219478818205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/382238219478818205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/ladys-genetlmese.html' title='Ladys &amp; Genetlmese'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-4465361927143037172</id><published>2007-02-17T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:29:30.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That - Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have a little, patience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hurting from a love I lost, &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling your frustration, &lt;br /&gt;But any minute all the pain will stop, &lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close inside your arms tonight, &lt;br /&gt;Don't be too hard on my emotions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, need time, &lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb, has no feeling, &lt;br /&gt;So while I'm still healing, &lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little patience, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna start over again, &lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna be my salvation, &lt;br /&gt;The one that I can always depend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be strong, believe me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to move on, &lt;br /&gt;It's complicated but understand me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, need time, &lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling, &lt;br /&gt;So while I'm still healing, &lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little patience yeah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience, Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this scar runs so deep, &lt;br /&gt;It's been hard, &lt;br /&gt;But I have to believe, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience; &lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo..oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I just need time, &lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling, &lt;br /&gt;So while I'm still healing, &lt;br /&gt;Just try, and have a little patience, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience, &lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling, &lt;br /&gt;So while I'm still healing &lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little... &lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-4465361927143037172?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4465361927143037172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=4465361927143037172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4465361927143037172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4465361927143037172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/take-that-patience.html' title='Take That - Patience'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2726074462455614429</id><published>2007-02-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:53.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy In A Walnut Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY 14.02.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit turned FIFTEEN today! (: I'll always always remember you because you let me copy your math homework in 2004! =X I collected half a huge bag of candy and a lot of pinches from people like &lt;b&gt;Miss Veilin&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Miss Neelie&lt;/b&gt; and I received &lt;u&gt;roses&lt;/u&gt; T_T Two bouquets! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dont give me roses please I can't eat them that's why&lt;/span&gt; =X Hahaahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent V-afternoon dancing to J.Timberlake's &lt;b&gt;Sexyback&lt;/b&gt; so I worked off the candy calories zzz. &lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt; says NCC nearly took Sexyback too but in the end took &lt;b&gt;My Love&lt;/b&gt; instead *whew* :D All the Timberlake tunes coming to you this ITC xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent V-nite drowning in coke and chips and glued to &lt;b&gt;Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;/b&gt; with Jo, Lenn &amp;amp; Riea (: We had this online phone-to-phone thing with &lt;b&gt;Eds&lt;/b&gt; so generally he was &lt;i&gt;present&lt;/i&gt; too xD Then we did shifts on &lt;b&gt;Audi&lt;/b&gt; with yours truly handling the level 8 &amp; 9 moves, and Jo doing the Finishing Moves &lt;i&gt;she screwed half of them so we lost a few times xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY 15.02.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out steamboating with 3D, and our China friends brought Rosemary along :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RdWv_50Uc4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/XdAx3D_6Y_c/s1600-h/Rosemary+DongQi+JinJing.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032121671043281794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RdWv_50Uc4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/XdAx3D_6Y_c/s320/Rosemary+DongQi+JinJing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia likes beef and XiuMin loves mussels &amp;amp; Jesslyn used the toilet thrice to catch cute guys bowling xD I had my very first experience cooking &lt;u&gt;live&lt;/u&gt; prawns and doing up my own dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RdWxLJ0Uc6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VM7BMmSRr0g/s1600-h/Playground+Upside+Down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032122963828437922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RdWxLJ0Uc6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VM7BMmSRr0g/s320/Playground+Upside+Down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went dancing a loooong looong time ago and did another upsideydowne picture! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY 16.02.07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finally finished the entire rendition of the song today ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then I set off to West Mall to look for Ying Ci &amp;amp; Co. &lt;i&gt;Yes, I was wearing PE attire but you didnt have to point it out behind my back you ____ juniors T_T I'd rather you say it to my face, thank you very much.&lt;/i&gt; Anw we couped many many cool themes from Yang Jim's phone =)) Felt good talking to all'f them (: We ended up laughing half of the time, and three &lt;b&gt;commonwealth&lt;/b&gt; sec 4 ladies sitting at the table beside us apparently were swatting mosquitoes &lt;i&gt;out of boredom&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;u&gt;had to&lt;/u&gt; imitate our words. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I'm finally going to put all those "formal letter writing" skills to use in real life (: HI IM A MEMBER OF DEE PUBLIC !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a happy CNY ! I've got tons of homework :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thises thoses thatses roses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2726074462455614429?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2726074462455614429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2726074462455614429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2726074462455614429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2726074462455614429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/joy-in-walnut-shell.html' title='Joy In A Walnut Shell'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RdWv_50Uc4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/XdAx3D_6Y_c/s72-c/Rosemary+DongQi+JinJing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3772867887148332111</id><published>2007-02-12T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:30:49.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxicality</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;With an afterthought&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a constant reader since rainonme-.blogspot.com, you'd have noticed that I have somehow transited my view of life and style of pen. Jesslyn told me this quote: &lt;b&gt;Most people tiptoe carefully through life, only to arrive safely at death.&lt;/b&gt; Why waste life doing things so cautiously, carefully and conscientiously? Have you loved and lost? Daydreamed about kissing somebody? Leaped before you looked? Scored full marks for something you didn't study for? Hugged somebody on instinct? Jumped all the way home? If you were given these questions at the gate to Heaven, would you have been able to answer "yes" to all? Okay if you continue reading this post it's going to be real shallow but joy's in it. STAY GOLD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say about blogs being items of self-publicity? Now I'm going to start to fully utilise this function! xD Don't worry, I'm just kidding. I know my life is boring. My life is boring as long as there are Wong T.H.'s &lt;i&gt;aka WTH&lt;/i&gt; chemistry lessons. *gapes boredly* Kinematics make you want to jump out of the 14th storey window. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why the zzz did I take physics?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are so many reasons why this week's going to be BEAUTIFEUYL (: &lt;i&gt;no i'm serious, it's beautifeuy-ler when you spell it that way&lt;/i&gt; xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;W.TH pronounces Gamelan (Central Javanese music) as Game-land! ROFL&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to take music in R*HS now, you'd know that it's Gah-meh-lan xDDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"No overt body movements or facial expressions when playing instruments"&lt;br /&gt;Check page 3 of Gamelan notes xD &lt;i&gt;makes you wonder doesnt it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hester said my cookies taste good ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jhosy's going to say my cookies taste good xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THERE IS NO CCA TOMOLO! :D&lt;br /&gt;I know it's evil to be happy, but my dog ate my boots. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont have any side-effects (e.g. muscle cramps, calf muscle pulls) after dance practice yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But my right butt hurts like &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;* xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JRECL is going to R's house on V-night to drown ourselves in coke and chips =D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;watch Pride and Prejudice i think &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to spent V-afternoon staring at printed DimSum :/&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can yell a lil' (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THERE'S STEAMBOAT THIS THURSDAY! ((: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday's a half day and I get to meet 6AA againnn !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gah. Those are just SOME of the reasons though. Have a great week (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;imma happy person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3772867887148332111?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3772867887148332111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3772867887148332111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3772867887148332111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3772867887148332111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/paradoxicality.html' title='Paradoxicality'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5263373343807601589</id><published>2007-02-11T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:39:05.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Toast Lands Jelly-Side Up?</title><content type='html'>... that's my topic for the physics speech bla-bla. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire saturday throwing out stuff, wiping, painting, reminiscing the old stuff and buying new stuff. And I baked so much I'm totally &lt;i&gt;irked&lt;/i&gt; at the sight of &lt;strong&gt;dough&lt;/strong&gt; and I swear I'll never bake ever again in my life. &lt;i&gt;but you know i wont xD&lt;/i&gt; I did about 150 cookies but my mom took nearly half away for her &lt;i&gt;own endeavours&lt;/i&gt; and I won't be able to give away as many ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To each his own bed&lt;/i&gt;: Twelve hours of sleep (:&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day boogie-&lt;i&gt;ing&lt;/i&gt; around with a bunch of cute people under Yue Ting's void deck. The dance moves were killer but it was fun... in a &lt;i&gt;wet&lt;/i&gt; way. xD Then I had to go to the library with OMJ to find articles on the physical science for the speech x.x THE INTERNET'S MY LIFE! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now that i said it, i feel a little embarrassed :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aiya&lt;/i&gt;, you can see that homework wasn't mentioned &lt;u&gt;at all&lt;/u&gt; in my weekend =/&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;which means I havent done it la *growls*&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've got a date with co-ordinate geometry and co. on Valentines' Day :( &lt;u&gt;i h*te y=mx+c!&lt;/u&gt; Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;there may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: inference = physics really isn't an important reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5263373343807601589?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5263373343807601589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5263373343807601589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5263373343807601589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5263373343807601589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-toast-lands-jelly-side-up.html' title='Why Toast Lands Jelly-Side Up?'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-30500266922052293</id><published>2007-02-07T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:34:07.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O baby baby - It's a wild world!</title><content type='html'>Tell me about the high life :] I feel an extreme need to put my &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; down on paper or I might accidentally &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and you'll be picking up sticky strands of my thought from the ground :S &amp;therefore I'll be updating nearly everyday so you can read till your eyeballs drop from their sockets ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and hey louisa i'm sorry if the font size is too small or anything but I simply love Verdana at 11.5px (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the divalicious &lt;u&gt;yearbook&lt;/u&gt; today and I had a great time devouring it with my squadmates and gossiping ;D &lt;b&gt;AMidol&lt;/b&gt;'s starting soon so I'll blog really quickly. I'm starting to get accustomed to the 3:45pm let-off time, but I absolutely &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; waking up at 6am and getting a recess break at &lt;b&gt;11:15am&lt;/b&gt; in the morning! Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ELEVEN FIFTEEN AM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My stomach contracts to a size small enough to stuff up a rhino's nostrils, I tell you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I bought something wholly huge today :D And to think you could forget about it yourself! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I know you were pretending to be dumb (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus of "You and Me" helps me to get the air out of my stomach really really well. (: &lt;a href="http://msjesslynwinata.blogspot.com/"&gt;msjesslynwinata&lt;/a&gt; says baked beans make you fart! And sure they do xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i've got a huge ulcer now !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-30500266922052293?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/30500266922052293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=30500266922052293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/30500266922052293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/30500266922052293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-baby-baby-its-wild-world.html' title='O baby baby - It&apos;s a wild world!'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-1230488333307754432</id><published>2007-02-05T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:54.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one of my emo days you dont wanna hear about</title><content type='html'>NOBODY TOLD ME I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO LICK DRY LIPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they've cracked ): Due to excess &lt;i&gt;uhm&lt;/i&gt; licking? Nevermind ): Anyway I was giving Andie an attitude on msn and he made my lip wounds &lt;i&gt;ignore me im exaggerating&lt;/i&gt; SPILT &lt;i&gt;i told you i was exaggerating&lt;/i&gt; open because it was so blardy funny x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rccn8ohzHQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQ0sIw7YHnc/s1600-h/andieconvo[05.02.07].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028031431607262466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rccn8ohzHQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQ0sIw7YHnc/s320/andieconvo%5B05.02.07%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click to enlarge anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bringing a bucketful of happiness to class and going home with an empty bucket everyday last week. And this week I'm not bringing it anymore -.- Zorible pile of homework gobbles up all my energy and all I feel when I get home is to just stone in front of the telly and eat. ): &lt;i&gt;im still losing weight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this Hitler-themed film for History after school today and Yue Ting caught me dabbing tears off my face &amp;Andie sent me those sooper uber emo songs T_T I feel so - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; -   :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's &lt;b&gt;recreation&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow! (: NP keeps me happy * Now I shall go look for that goddamned lip gloss so I can grin properly tomorrow. Because I look like I'm baring my teeth when I can't grin properly xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tomorrow shall be better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-1230488333307754432?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1230488333307754432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=1230488333307754432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1230488333307754432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1230488333307754432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-one-of-my-emo-days-you-dont-wanna.html' title='just one of my emo days you dont wanna hear about'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rccn8ohzHQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQ0sIw7YHnc/s72-c/andieconvo%5B05.02.07%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-1948713904014478194</id><published>2007-02-04T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:05:34.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est La Vie</title><content type='html'>This is my 14th cover and I hope sparrow blue works out for you (: I owe inspiration to &lt;a href="http://dlockheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;DLockheart&lt;/a&gt; although I never took any html from him. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this "hidden" section on this webpage (excludes the blog entry area) which holds some kind of pretty &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; information so happy hunting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well enjoy y'all and have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-1948713904014478194?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1948713904014478194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=1948713904014478194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1948713904014478194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1948713904014478194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est La Vie'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-8409479185850688861</id><published>2007-02-02T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odaiji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I guess I really don't care after all. I'm too tired to give a damn about it. You really cannot judge a book by it's cover. Have you had to stand two evils everyday? I had. Shouldn't you try to prove us wrong by being nicer instead of finger-pointing and name-calling &lt;i&gt;which was out of trend since five years ago&lt;/i&gt; and typically using verbal insults on girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step out of the classroom and there's this blissful change of the air I breathe in. It's &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a disgusting young man (x2) to have in my class T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to sing out of class with my squadmates &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;particularly because I'm far far far away from your rude and indifferent remarks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I even feel grateful for the 2.4km run (: I feel stretched out and relaxed after activity &amp;amp;my favorite words of the month are: &lt;b&gt;Out Of Class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt; Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; Run / CCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday &lt;/b&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt; Buddy time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt; CCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check THIS out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RcNJr4hzHPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GoEIgMPaKFI/s1600-h/NPCC+Gold.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026942627332955378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RcNJr4hzHPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GoEIgMPaKFI/s320/NPCC+Gold.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We've finally got the GOLD standard! *screams with joy* And I see Colin's school has too :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm blessed, because i believe, and therefore i am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-8409479185850688861?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8409479185850688861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=8409479185850688861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8409479185850688861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8409479185850688861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/odaiji.html' title='Odaiji'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RcNJr4hzHPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GoEIgMPaKFI/s72-c/NPCC+Gold.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-4121484441898535638</id><published>2007-01-31T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:55.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>超级无敌(super) HIGH (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;IT'S DEE LAST DAY OF THE MONTH!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I survived one month of sec3 life already (: I met many many many nice people and one bloody unoriginal person T_T Let's not elaborate on that. I woke up late this morning but I still managed to catch a glimpse of ______ ! *grins from america to asia* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ask Hester/JN/OQH =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had laughing fits today coz Jun Hao was imitating some short-tongued retard and he ghey-ed Edmund who was drinking water... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the rest is history ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The borinnnng assembly finally ended and I went down to 3H with miss jhosy to get kelly! I drew three best fit lines for Kelly, Chioh Yih and their chairperson (i think) xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then then then we went to swim (: The sun was blazing but the wind and water was freezing cold. I had about forty numb toes xD Miss pear-wen learnt the butterfly style! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RcB5F_cUUxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SyWZfzTLDU8/s1600-h/Wee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026150327981986578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RcB5F_cUUxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SyWZfzTLDU8/s320/Wee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhosy, Charmaine, Pei Wen, Kelly &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from left (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RcB5fvcUUyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bmovmp39_wA/s1600-h/Wee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026150770363618082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RcB5fvcUUyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bmovmp39_wA/s320/Wee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like things &lt;b&gt;upside down&lt;/b&gt;! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come swimming with us next time! ^^ Hhahahas xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKYOO &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;XIUMIN&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for the beeyootiful Tohoshinki albums! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had an absolutely fab day (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-4121484441898535638?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4121484441898535638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=4121484441898535638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4121484441898535638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4121484441898535638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/super-high.html' title='超级无敌(super) HIGH (:'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RcB5F_cUUxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SyWZfzTLDU8/s72-c/Wee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5682649927331948438</id><published>2007-01-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:55.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Farenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RbycbvcUUwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jhqGJhmYjuY/s1600-h/farenheit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025063284644270850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RbycbvcUUwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jhqGJhmYjuY/s320/farenheit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched them live at IMM today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;I'm positively exhausted (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;谁叫你可爱到无法救药&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;让我这样狠狠爱到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5682649927331948438?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5682649927331948438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5682649927331948438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5682649927331948438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5682649927331948438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/101-farenheit.html' title='101 Farenheit'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RbycbvcUUwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jhqGJhmYjuY/s72-c/farenheit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-1986927947674291070</id><published>2007-01-27T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:54:37.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Muse</title><content type='html'>My arm muscles hurt like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*&lt;/span&gt; but my fingers are still good to go on the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;level 9 night4direction&lt;/span&gt; arrowkeys (: &lt;i&gt;that was so out of point&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, something really interesting happened a good two days ago while SY &amp;amp; I were walking up the hill &lt;i&gt;yes I live on top of a hill if you dont know that by now xD&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;blabbber blabber yak yak yak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SY: that one that oneeeee!!! looooook!&lt;br /&gt;SY: *jabs finger in front*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i havent gotten back at her for chucking her elbow into my ribs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: -.- what. I can't see anything what.&lt;br /&gt;SY: you &lt;u&gt;twit&lt;/u&gt;, look la!&lt;br /&gt;SY: *starts dragging me forward to look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: oh. *enlightenment*&lt;br /&gt;SY: he's walking up this hill-&lt;br /&gt;C: -that means he lives here-&lt;br /&gt;SY: -cos no one would be that insane to climb this for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SY: come on.. turn in to Montrosa pleeease&lt;br /&gt;SY: turn in turn in turn&lt;br /&gt;SY: WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;C: o.o!&lt;br /&gt;SY: *jumps on the spot and hugged me*&lt;br /&gt;SY: we've got a hunk next door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still in the process of uncovering the block and house unit&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; F.Y.I, we havent seen him since then. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particulary need to address my bad habit of doing homework in the bathtub. &lt;b&gt;But the bath tub is the only place I cant get distracted!&lt;/b&gt; And the smell of the soap helps me to &lt;i&gt;realise&lt;/i&gt; my math. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'll just go and do my homework now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the bathtub.&lt;/span&gt; T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-1986927947674291070?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1986927947674291070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=1986927947674291070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1986927947674291070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1986927947674291070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-and-my-muse.html' title='Me and My Muse'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-1699669052621718852</id><published>2007-01-24T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:56.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnybeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Flag Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey orchard was a fifteen minute car ride away from home, who knew it was &lt;i&gt;eighteen&lt;/i&gt; mrt stations away from bukitbatok? xD I took nearly an hour to get there and thank god &lt;b&gt;Clarine&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Yiling&lt;/b&gt; waited for me (: We queued up a sooper long time to get the tins and met &lt;b&gt;Min Ee&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Pei Wen&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Wang Jue&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed pretty retarded to try and get donations when TANGS and all the other major shopping centres weren't opened yet. We split up into two groups and I went with Clarine and Pei Wen. The &lt;u&gt;brilliant&lt;/u&gt;est idea of the entire day was to stand right at the doors of the MRT station xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get a lot of donations and stickers at the end of everything and we went shopping &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; We had lunch at a particular LJS and the combo one was pathetically small :/ But we forgave them (or rather, I) on the assumption that their rent was high &lt;i&gt;sticks head into bucket&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;then we went to do &lt;b&gt;neoprintin'&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rbcb2fcUUtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JT5RpR2I6wY/s1600-h/Neoprints!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023514532322235090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rbcb2fcUUtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JT5RpR2I6wY/s320/Neoprints!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;beeyootiful :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rbcb8PcUUuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Him1cOTSWbg/s1600-h/Royale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023514631106482914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rbcb8PcUUuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Him1cOTSWbg/s320/Royale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;we look ROYALE in this one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we went back to shopping ;D I got a really nice top (omg I forgot to pay Clarine and Yiling back T_T) me and my terrible memory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear i'll remember to return them the $$! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, we went to look at more bling and chunky accessories before going home happy and very very very tired! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday 23.01.07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I found the wundeeful book :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RbccRPcUUvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NiesqnJbXP8/s1600-h/Night2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023514991883735794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RbccRPcUUvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NiesqnJbXP8/s320/Night2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's Night by Elie Wiesel!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know the hamtaro is cute but &lt;i&gt;whatever-.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then Tuesday's NP activity was &lt;b&gt;zorible&lt;/b&gt; i tell you T_T I was badly mistaken for a PTfreak :O and I had to hold Louisa while climbing the staircases today :( Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exchanged places in class with Jun Hao today so I could talk to JJ. It's sucha nice relief to have somebody with a common interest and &lt;i&gt;watcha call it?&lt;/i&gt; Same Frequency =D &amp;Edmund threatened to do something naughty *waggles finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I did something noty too &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i smsed in class! o.o &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY jhosy is going to listen to &lt;i&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/i&gt;! ^^ I hope to get tickets to this year's Baybeat Music Festival to watch The Poises (: &amp;amp;&lt;b&gt;DANKYOO&lt;/b&gt; andie for +44!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you english rock/pop/alternative is in-ter-esting? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threedunkingdoughnuts :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-1699669052621718852?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1699669052621718852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=1699669052621718852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1699669052621718852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1699669052621718852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/funnybeans.html' title='Funnybeans'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Rbcb2fcUUtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JT5RpR2I6wY/s72-c/Neoprints!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-1779140320487197135</id><published>2007-01-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:57.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N for INTUITION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra35mQ6cYeI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zj2jqeCGGQU/s1600-h/christmas+dinner+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020943595358413282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra35mQ6cYeI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zj2jqeCGGQU/s320/christmas+dinner+2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;14th January&lt;/b&gt; was Vidhi's fifteeth birthday! Happy happy birthday young woman, it's good to be 15 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17th January&lt;/b&gt;: Andie's back from OEP! :D LOL so I can beg him for more ear candy =X I'm nice, I'm nice! &lt;i&gt;OHMYGAY I MISSED AMidol BECAUSE I HAD TO WASH THE BLARDY DISHES!&lt;/i&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having really busy days and it's only midway through January! Many of my classmates are K-Pop crazy but I love them like I love my nutcase squadmates :D I shall try to update more regularly xD I'll lose my Saturday morning sleep because of Flag Day but it's gonna pay off because we're going shopping after that! Haven't got excited about something like that in what seemed like a million years xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra36Rw6cYgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HKe-VACJMxw/s1600-h/DÃ©jÃ"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020944342682722818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra36Rw6cYgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HKe-VACJMxw/s320/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0+vu001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We did some interesting personality test during PDP today and amidst all the hiccuping, im [ENFP]! My hugest style trait is intuition (: (sp?) All hail last minute work =X Hester and I are total opposites, you wonder how we get along? :D My pathetic timetable gives me break at 11am in the morning &lt;i&gt;might as well have lunch then -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Yaysers; my phone has this service that keeps all sent and received short messages in the computer *&lt;i&gt;grins&lt;/i&gt;* I've got all the naughty stuff down on type print :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra3-Qw6cYkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H-HNuQxbELw/s1600-h/Mapling.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020948723549364802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra3-Qw6cYkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H-HNuQxbELw/s320/Mapling.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;For somebody with pretty good understanding, I took about five minutes to comprehend this. You? xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra3-IQ6cYjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gjL5qOi7khM/s1600-h/G"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020948577520476722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra3-IQ6cYjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gjL5qOi7khM/s320/G%27nie1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this so true? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from this, people. You learn that Charmaine spams, maples, sleeps at 10:07:43pm &lt;i&gt;or tries to&lt;/i&gt;! What a whole lot of important stuff that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surfed through my photo archive in the computer and guess what? 30% of the photos are of foood (: People's faces got to share the flashlight now x) The next update should be after Flag Day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i get excited when weekends arrive!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-1779140320487197135?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1779140320487197135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=1779140320487197135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1779140320487197135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/1779140320487197135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/n-for-intuition.html' title='N for INTUITION!'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/Ra35mQ6cYeI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zj2jqeCGGQU/s72-c/christmas+dinner+2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2669589381230558058</id><published>2007-01-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:33:17.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN, rain, come again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is probably so mean to be saying this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But &lt;u&gt;I absolutely love classroom drills&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I love the rain that brought the fans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That knocked the rifle out of my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That sunk the sweat and tired knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That went turn-and-stamp-and onetwothree (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should do more rain dances and bring in wonderful rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am particularly interested in fridays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because saturday mornings come next&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2669589381230558058?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2669589381230558058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2669589381230558058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2669589381230558058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2669589381230558058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-rain-come-again.html' title='RAIN, rain, come again!'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3432577485437056121</id><published>2007-01-11T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:58.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFLMAO</title><content type='html'>I couldn't laugh very loudly in class today because I had stomach muscle cramps from that blasted &lt;b&gt;forty&lt;/b&gt; sit-ups during physical training two days ago. For the first time in my life, ponytails are useful. &lt;i&gt;So you should keep your ponytail&lt;/i&gt;, says Eileen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund's handwriting is somesort like Jesslyn's and Desmond's looks curvy and full and so nice i tell you! I am particularly embarrassed for having such unintelligible and messy handwriting. We built the miniature car for Science class today and it was fabulous although the car didn't travel a fabulous distance xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be dead tomorrow if they make us do sit-ups again because I nearly cracked my stomach laughing. Chairperson dearest was hit squarely on the head by a good bouncing netball and proceeded to hit someone else on the head before bouncing away. I was too busy clutching my stomach to catch the momentarily concussed look on Edmund's face but it was so hilarious i grabbed Kaylene who was laughing too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sudden craving for good thick chocolate and so I went to &lt;b&gt;Candy Empire&lt;/b&gt; with Jesslyn and got this HUGE DEEEELISH bar of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RaYlJg6cYbI/AAAAAAAAADA/PItCSBo3IuQ/s1600-h/DÃ©jÃ"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018739680135111090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RaYlJg6cYbI/AAAAAAAAADA/PItCSBo3IuQ/s320/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0+vu000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MARS triple chocolate (Limited Edition)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RaYlhA6cYcI/AAAAAAAAADI/1m5CBW5e9Aw/s1600-h/DÃ©jÃ"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018740083862036930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RaYlhA6cYcI/AAAAAAAAADI/1m5CBW5e9Aw/s320/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0+vu001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Didn't know chocolate has limited edition series too. It was like walking on paradise after biting into the bar. The caramel and chocolate nougat and the... mmm omgay was so tasty! I'm going to get a hell of a sore throat but I dont care because it tastes so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The most recent book I read (NEWSWEEK was unbearably b-o-r-i-n-g) was Carrie's Song. The title sounds plain but the story is unbelievably attractive and strong. I wish Singaporeans were as passionate about the country as the Australians are about their great red sandy desert. Darlings i'm not lesbianic but you have to admit the girl on the cover is so pretty! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RaYm0Q6cYdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4ulIGXbefAk/s1600-h/Carrie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018741514086146514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RaYm0Q6cYdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4ulIGXbefAk/s320/Carrie%27s+song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carrie's Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn a way to stop my stomach muscles cramping after forty sit-ups. &lt;b&gt;Because I'm spending too much time laughing!&lt;/b&gt; I think if we videotaped every single funny moment in class we'd beat BORAT at the moviebox :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nice sleepy rainy days, too bad I've to march in it tmrw&lt;/i&gt; :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3432577485437056121?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3432577485437056121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3432577485437056121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3432577485437056121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3432577485437056121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/roflmao.html' title='ROFLMAO'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RaYlJg6cYbI/AAAAAAAAADA/PItCSBo3IuQ/s72-c/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0+vu000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7636227116918826976</id><published>2007-01-10T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:58:32.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapped around your little finger</title><content type='html'>what a week :/ School has been fun, meeting new people and being ridiculous with the old ones :)Obviously it's been tiring too, I still havent had time to sit down and watch telly properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pro activeness has boomed about a thousand times. Yea I was a mouse in the hole till this year x) I have gone back to using the old paper and ink way of penning down my life, therefore the gap in updating. I spent these few days pigeonholeing people and spending time with Jesslyn and Lydia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say, but none that are too important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a ridiculous lie that was. I say everything I want to say. (: And I hope to know my classmates better! Nobody else seems to blog but Jess though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mister Lim Jun Jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite like the idea of turning fifteen D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thises thoses thatses roses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7636227116918826976?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7636227116918826976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7636227116918826976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7636227116918826976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7636227116918826976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/wrapped-around-your-little-finger.html' title='wrapped around your little finger'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-406349443318395711</id><published>2007-01-03T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:54:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sorry, im a perfectionist</title><content type='html'>Same four walls, same desks and chairs, no love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ran corridors to see Hester today =/ And thank god for Jo who spent thirty minutes listening to my rants, and Jhosy whom I went home with. (: And dee many many other people who worked with me on Day One. It'd be really judgemental of me but I dont feel the least bit enthusiastic with my current form teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on my butt for a good half day and listened to a lot. There would have to be a self-motivation for homework now :( I cannot help but think that 3D is something waiting to happen. We just don't know each other yet (: And maybe because I've had a vision of it happening before, déjà vu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a few minutes of self-act before giving up and playing netball! My hands went gay and I shot 5 hoops, and Yue Ting hugged me well, a lot. What a lot of people to miss, I have a rather bleak looking school time tomorrow, but a nerve wrecking after-school activity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you know, I don't like ending with "..." (:&lt;br /&gt;cheers JRECL! it's been a year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-406349443318395711?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/406349443318395711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=406349443318395711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/406349443318395711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/406349443318395711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry-im-perfectionist.html' title='im sorry, im a perfectionist'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-5319022170967887445</id><published>2007-01-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:55:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Block out the sun and pack up the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when i go to sleep at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll thank you for each blessed thing surrounding me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For every fall I'll ever break &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each moment's breath I wanna taste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confidence and conscience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decadent extravagance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never ending providence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For loving when I had the chance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-5319022170967887445?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5319022170967887445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=5319022170967887445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5319022170967887445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/5319022170967887445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/block-out-sun-and-pack-up-sky.html' title='Block out the sun and pack up the sky'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6572003764497216838</id><published>2007-01-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:19:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy twothousand.SE7EN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;my new year resolutions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to PEACE out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take time off and spend it with myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love and be loved ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;succeed in achieving the &lt;u&gt;three stripe&lt;/u&gt; rank =/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop copying homework xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mail &lt;b&gt;Vidhi&lt;/b&gt; more often :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read more talk less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go shopping &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i mean it i havent shopped alone in a long long while&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure all the above points don't turn up on next year's list! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahhas, have a good 2oo7 you! :) and apologies to those smses that i missed due to html work =/ SE7EN! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;lazy lazy lazy spring poppies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-6572003764497216838?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6572003764497216838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6572003764497216838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6572003764497216838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6572003764497216838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-twothousandse7en.html' title='Happy twothousand.SE7EN!'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-599912369222593108</id><published>2006-12-29T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:16:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENIAMRAHC</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;im bored out of my ass.&lt;/b&gt; The only thing i feel like yelling is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centre&gt;ANY TAKERS FOR MY CHINESE HOMEWORK?&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a sudden craving for a fillet burger. Okay I had that craving ages ago but it simply disappears down your throat so blissfully well. Less jaw work you see? Diddydum I &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hell of a finger-&lt;b&gt;clicking&lt;/b&gt; time with Sensei and Leeny today -&lt;i&gt;oh my 9pm daily dose of zombie transfiggy has started, i smell the ondeh ondeh&lt;/i&gt;- Leeny has this amazing skill of layering perfects only in fast songs, unfair huh. x) And I felt the power of chance :D -&lt;i&gt;i sure hope they show more of the ma lu guy, he's quite a bit of eye candy&lt;/i&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from what I've counted... there'll be &lt;b&gt;14 gals&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;15 guys&lt;/b&gt; in 3D next year but figures are &lt;u&gt;pretty unaccurate&lt;/u&gt; because I keep missing out people when I count -.- But &lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt; figures are accurate, it's gonna be the &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; time in yours truly's experiences that there are more guys than gurls in a class =/ Alas I'll miss the squaddies next year, hopefully there'll be some next door! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go write about how marvellous my neighbour's maid's chicken curry potatoes are... if only I could do that in &lt;b&gt;Engleesh&lt;/b&gt; :( Have a happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;until the sky falls down on me (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-599912369222593108?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/599912369222593108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=599912369222593108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/599912369222593108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/599912369222593108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/eniamrahc.html' title='ENIAMRAHC'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-8758114557041235028</id><published>2006-12-24T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:58.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy, Mateys!</title><content type='html'>Merry merry christmas eve, to you people who have the fortune of lugging a laptop around with you to read this particular musing of mine. (: I had a very weird dream which I have absolutely no recount of after being confronted by my dad who was threatening to drag me out of bed this morning. =/ Shouldn't all of us be granted a good snug two days a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I'm awake and sitting here is to reveal the hard work *ahem* from the past few months as JRECL wishes you a very merry christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RY32Bz3tgwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bRcpk_naW5w/s1600-h/GayXMAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011932471297409794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RY32Bz3tgwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bRcpk_naW5w/s320/GayXMAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This marvellous little card designed by all of us in turn accompanies each and every package of the Gay.TM christmas designs. Goodness, I don't know where the origami pieces are going to but I sure hope it's for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many words, put the angel at the top of your christmas tree and go partying ^^ I'll be wandering around the Paragon after dinnertime tonight before returning to the room to watch Love Actually (: Won't be home at all this weekend, so contact the mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hark~ hear the angels sing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-8758114557041235028?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8758114557041235028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=8758114557041235028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8758114557041235028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8758114557041235028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahoy-mateys.html' title='Ahoy, Mateys!'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RY32Bz3tgwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bRcpk_naW5w/s72-c/GayXMAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-425393909997130738</id><published>2006-12-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:59.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, 2B ' o6! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah we had our very last gathering being an official class. The early morning drizzle gathered up as we made our way towards Sentosa's Palawan Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip-flops ≠ Good beachwear =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked the bridge at Palawan and two &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people decided to hop on it and give our feet a salt bath. The light drizzle came back as we explored the other side of the beach with the two large totem poles with inlaid staircases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person to enter the sea: Guofeng&lt;br /&gt;Was chasing after: His football =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the marvellous YeeJin went wet, wet and wetter before pulling excellent Peixian into running form and smashing who coaxed stunning Eileen into the salt pie &lt;b&gt;who&lt;/b&gt; all insisted that bikini top wearers must enjoy a little dip and so yours truly entered the winky salt. Not to mention with an unhappy Hester in tow xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring an extra set of clothes = Bring extra undergarments too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us who obviously &lt;u&gt;couldn't read between the lines&lt;/u&gt; we unable to comprehend bringing fresh undergarments and ended up in the toilet faithlessly wringing the salt water out. There was a debate about lunch locations, movie plans were busted because of vehhhh long queues at GV Vivo. Then came the split where the guys went to the arcade and then the food court while the girls ate at Food Republic and we went shopping at Daiso where I bought this marvellous bead set! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RYqT6j3tguI/AAAAAAAAACc/bP0P7bqI6O8/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010980169673704162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RYqT6j3tguI/AAAAAAAAACc/bP0P7bqI6O8/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooooh yesss. (: Then we went around the Vivo playground terrifying each other and the little kids by doing horrendous swigs on the blue standing seesaw. Kexin was the great jumping bean and we were the flying beans x) Then Jhosy gave out the leftovers of the christmas cards, much to the children's delight. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmm~ and we met....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RYqVHz3tgvI/AAAAAAAAACk/LqRpSGTNtyQ/s1600-h/dregona!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010981496818598642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RYqVHz3tgvI/AAAAAAAAACk/LqRpSGTNtyQ/s200/dregona!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who else but santa! genie credits xD We took a good old photo with him but there wasn't any candy... so we bought our gummies at Mini Toons before heading home with aching feet. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faaaaarewell twobeeohsix! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-425393909997130738?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/425393909997130738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=425393909997130738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/425393909997130738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/425393909997130738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/farewell-2b-o6.html' title='Farewell, 2B &apos; o6! :('/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RYqT6j3tguI/AAAAAAAAACc/bP0P7bqI6O8/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-4485486555828078162</id><published>2006-12-19T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T15:57:00.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>au... au revoir</title><content type='html'>How are you supposed to do trigonometry questions while licking chocolate and hazelnut spread off your fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;The Wicked&lt;/strong&gt; now *&lt;em&gt;laughs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;anybody wants to &lt;u&gt;help&lt;/u&gt; me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-4485486555828078162?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4485486555828078162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=4485486555828078162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4485486555828078162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4485486555828078162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/au-au-revoir.html' title='au... au revoir'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-8621863906959174746</id><published>2006-12-16T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:59.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RYOIdD3tgtI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kbm_NVyTqUE/s1600-h/baalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008997243402683090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RYOIdD3tgtI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kbm_NVyTqUE/s200/baalls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine more days to christmas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind my weakness for dlh's skins. (: Nevermind the fact that I am no longer able to consume red meat and I have to live with eggs, white chicken and fish in small amounts. =/ And nevermind the homework that has not yet done anything about itself. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your information, the sidebar heading and the weird unprounceable words you see around the page are not Arabian in Times New Roman type font. It's the elfin language which I found wildly interesting in &lt;b&gt;Genie&lt;/b&gt;'s Eldest and decided to learn about (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ERAGON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm I caught Eragon on the big screen just yesterday and had tons of space to kick around because the cinema was less than a third full. What's more, the movie just started screening days ago. Arya looked sweet, but far too sweet to be the admirer of Eragon. Just wait till he finds out how old she is! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; PRISON BREAK &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got all the elements to simply make your heart thump in its chest and if you enjoy english dialogue, action-packed insights of state pens, this is the show for you. (I'm starting to sound like a tv presenter T_T) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the law complications and hangings are the best part. Including the great escape (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; SURVIVOR: COOK ISLANDS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we're getting somewhere interesting. (: Jessica is eliminated, six members left in the Aitu tribe. Raro loses one challenge and Aitu loses the second. Aha. Let me break news so you don't have to watch next week =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aitu members Jonathan and Candice (wrong spelling? =/) jump ship to Raro and leaves Yul and 3 other members to own two challenges that earn them a well-earned resort stay... and guess who goes to exile island? P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;two more days to homework doom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-8621863906959174746?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8621863906959174746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=8621863906959174746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8621863906959174746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/8621863906959174746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RYOIdD3tgtI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kbm_NVyTqUE/s72-c/baalls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-7354576808189718753</id><published>2006-12-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:57:00.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Pages</title><content type='html'>ERAGON @ 3.30pm today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hey vidhi i'm writing a reply halfway it should be done in a few hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;genie your lamp kicked me out of msn and i can no longer enter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hi kelly! i've linked you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...of course weilin gets her inferences right! 39/40 marks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the &lt;u&gt;ordinary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look for Paradise&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to an &lt;b&gt;angel in disguise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AD&lt;/span&gt; P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Merci&lt;/span&gt; beaucoup, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sensei&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-7354576808189718753?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7354576808189718753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=7354576808189718753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7354576808189718753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/7354576808189718753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/turning-pages.html' title='Turning Pages'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-4364449748146951807</id><published>2006-12-07T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:53:37.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnyer VS Funnyest</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;: You've got good fingers *pulls them off* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh no! I had to use my toes to type tis msg &gt;.&lt; you bad bad girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: Return me my fingers o.o &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;: Noo I shan't! *waves 20 fingers happily*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;: But you can have my toes! *pulls them off* Got pink varnish summore (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: 0.o I got more than enuf toes thx ^^'' Can give me your wings instead? For the 10 toes.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;: Mmm I got no wings but i'll give you feathers =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: White feathers? I dun like black &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;: Ahh white. Nvm luh i give you one bottle of Ultra White Bleach, im sure it'll do fine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: *ultra white bleach and feathers received* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: *sending pink toes* xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't abuse my fingers hor =/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;: Hohoho. Oh yea I forgot, I fedEX-ed them off to a cannibal who wanted to borrow them *smiles innocently* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: Nooo .. Im going to fedEx myself to the cannibal to get my fingers back.. &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: Let him eat your feathers, I hope he chokes to death though =/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;: Did I tell you FedEX charges $20 per kilogram? The cannibal will be broke! ...and hungry.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: -Currently in a fedEX box: unable to reply or receive msgs- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;: .. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay I shall stop being lame before I even start =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-4364449748146951807?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4364449748146951807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=4364449748146951807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4364449748146951807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4364449748146951807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/funnyer-vs-funnyest.html' title='Funnyer VS Funnyest'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-2998184586090009214</id><published>2006-12-07T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T02:53:19.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleigh Bells</title><content type='html'>Once bitten and twice shy/ I keep my distance/ But you still catch my eye /Tell me baby /Do you recognize me?/ Well it's been a year/ It doesn't surprise me/ Happy Christmas/ I wrapped it up and sent it/ With the letters saying "I love you"/ I meant it/ Now I know what a fool I've been/ But if you kissed me now/ I know you'd fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;George Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took about two seconds to fall in love with this fabulous creation of Damien's (check &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Designer Portfolio&lt;/span&gt; below if you're interested). I was wandering around looking for something &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;christmassy&lt;/span&gt; at a ridiculous twilight hour of 2.30am and chanced upon it. I had a lot of editing to do because his taste of squashed and tiny-ant font types are definitely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; my cuppa tea. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned his letter spacing of minus 2 to plus 2, topsy-turvey in a good way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Blogger devoured my previous original HTML spreadsheet, I have permanently lost all data and links pertaining to publishing this one. Grrrrh. I'll need more time to gather all the links and put 'em on again, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have to admit the header is hands-down &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;gooey&lt;/span&gt; good. Ehhh. Bedtime. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-2998184586090009214?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2998184586090009214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=2998184586090009214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2998184586090009214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/2998184586090009214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleigh-bells.html' title='Sleigh Bells'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-4525173096448789672</id><published>2006-12-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:50:00.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiffys In Action</title><content type='html'>I played Choreography and Individual with these same people for nearly five rounds and they are very very good! I had one game or so with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LadyEn&lt;/span&gt; (Eileen) 'cos she kept getting DC and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Vintageevol&lt;/span&gt; (Weilin) is sooper fast fingers. And duh, yours truly was trashed. I hope to master the number pad soon T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXWcRhN6H9I/AAAAAAAAABE/UqGuzyew9xM/s1600-h/2006_12_5_23.9.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005078385680588754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXWcRhN6H9I/AAAAAAAAABE/UqGuzyew9xM/s400/2006_12_5_23.9.25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One top win of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXWcKRN6H8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMOF3emqgoY/s1600-h/2006_12_5_22.57.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005078261126537154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXWcKRN6H8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMOF3emqgoY/s400/2006_12_5_22.57.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEE and my first &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;inal &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXWcYBN6H-I/AAAAAAAAABM/Cmb0KZqA3UA/s1600-h/2006_12_5_23.32.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005078497349738466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXWcYBN6H-I/AAAAAAAAABM/Cmb0KZqA3UA/s400/2006_12_5_23.32.48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's going to lead to more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes... Jay is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; gay. Period. ^^ He's a rocking Hermit =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;another day in paradise!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-4525173096448789672?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4525173096448789672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=4525173096448789672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4525173096448789672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/4525173096448789672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/stiffys-in-action.html' title='Stiffys In Action'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXWcRhN6H9I/AAAAAAAAABE/UqGuzyew9xM/s72-c/2006_12_5_23.9.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-855820453251089680</id><published>2006-12-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:50:01.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazelnut and Chocolate Spread!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;un Yan Zi&lt;/span&gt; gets 1.1 million dollars to hug a bag of New Moon &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;rice&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;elish&lt;/span&gt; has gotten her big break by owning five six-player games inna row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXQh0RN6H5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cnyOfCfoB6c/s1600-h/Audiwinwin[4.12.2006].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004662267774115730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXQh0RN6H5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cnyOfCfoB6c/s400/Audiwinwin%5B4.12.2006%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXQi3hN6H6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0Fy8nD_VRoo/s1600-h/Audiwin2[4.12.2006].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004663423120318370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXQi3hN6H6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0Fy8nD_VRoo/s400/Audiwin2%5B4.12.2006%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; I owe my training to &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Haiwei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;KC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Genie&lt;/span&gt; who are all pros that do the &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;inal &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ove with perfection. I didn't manage to take a screeny of Haiwei and KC, but heheheh. Genie, this is blackmail! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXQkaBN6H7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/an2rc1XyCpU/s1600-h/cyberhellax.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004665115337433010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXQkaBN6H7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/an2rc1XyCpU/s400/cyberhellax.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I managed to take a screeny while punching spacebar at the same time =P The Ludibrium Party Quests are still not back yet so &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bear&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to slack x) I discovered that a level 123 Priest was added to DevilStorm and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; is based in Delphinus as ZhenxD. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Noel&lt;/span&gt; is short of 21 and everybody's rushing for the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mark Of Beta&lt;/span&gt;. Hmmm... I should too, but I still haven't gotten my relax chair because of the longgg queue outside each one. Tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at this abstract graffiti piece that says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do Not Shit Here&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; wondered if I should use it for my English homework. Then I saw the anti vulgarity, offensive words yadda yadda and flipped to the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cassowary Crossing&lt;/span&gt; instead. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be dropping by Taka to get Christmas Mugs and the cute stuff because we have an excellent green tree this year! That reminds me about our Gay Production. I've completed fifty Gay Swannies and we have thanks to Jhosy who helped me figure out Step 3 to 10 of the rabbit. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rushing and shopping is one of the best parts of Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Calendar Events:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18th Dec  +&lt;b&gt;Class Outing&lt;/b&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/31245181-855820453251089680?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/855820453251089680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=855820453251089680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/855820453251089680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/855820453251089680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/hazelnut-and-chocolate-spread.html' title='Hazelnut and Chocolate Spread!'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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/_dEvCOw52uKo/RXQh0RN6H5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cnyOfCfoB6c/s72-c/Audiwinwin%5B4.12.2006%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6107945925189757473</id><published>2006-12-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:09:59.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A La Elves</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; call me &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wen&lt;/u&gt;ette&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm simply mad at this noobette who refused to change channel and went on chrono-ing on my map during the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2X EXP&lt;/span&gt; hour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People have taken to calling me xiaowenwen (get a life!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wenette&lt;/span&gt; turns out to be an absolutely perfect mage with no hopes of getting a Relax Chair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't choose between Ellesmera and Lothlorien&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Santa's elves keep popping up in my head (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just realised that &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;'s name is WenHan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have this &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;im-thinking-what-you're-thinking&lt;/span&gt; telepathy with well, somebody who knows,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And Riea said my horoscope reading was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your rules will soon become the standard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then won't all the chilli fanatics die out? x) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're right to say I think too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-6107945925189757473?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6107945925189757473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6107945925189757473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6107945925189757473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6107945925189757473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-elves.html' title='A La Elves'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-430343986446263427</id><published>2006-12-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:37:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellesmera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to launch Audition while on the ship towards Ossyria cost me 80K mesos and a disconnection, while installing GB involves throwing out both Audi and MS. What a bother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teleportation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met GF in ludi and we did something very funny in Ludibrium Village called Tele Versus Haste. Tele won but it took up 2K mana to get across the village and Haste only used 30 mana. =.= A priest watching us hehe-ed all the way though xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drop that pass please!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party quest in Cass went bonkers as the rats at stage one simply wouldn't drop passes of dimension when killed and every channel was stuck at stage one. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captain goes down with the ship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch the Ghost Whisperer at 10pm? It crashed at 10.30pm. *Shivers* To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Survivor Cook Islands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother really watching because the Austrailian series already had shown up till Day 29 when the Aitu tribe was left iwht just four people, and Haro had tons of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-430343986446263427?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/430343986446263427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=430343986446263427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/430343986446263427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/430343986446263427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ellesmera.html' title='Ellesmera!'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-3834345845549396952</id><published>2006-11-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:38:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Monster 1: *gasps* She rolled her eyes at me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Monster 2: T_T Then roll them back to her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been away at the Unit Chalet these few days, which proved to be a lot of fun. Something rather disgusting happened when I reached home, and that was when I found that my snot changed color! *Screams* I don't think you want me to go into the details either. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day One&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;29.11.2006&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We started the day at 0930 hours at the Giant hypermart to stock up on foodstuff and bbq stuff, before proceeding to the HomeTeamNS Pasir Ris. The unit was spacious with four large bedrooms, several pillows, big toilets but no toilet paper. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I changed out of my jeans and went running out to Pasir Ris Park with Jhosy, Khin Yin and Guofeng. I found that Guofeng is now level 48 T_T The equip must be really nice! The pyramid was still as huge and I could still remember the day in 2004 when half the class was terrifying the pyramid by shaking it down. (: Jhosy gave up halfway, Guofeng's head got stuck where my hips wouldn't go through (hah!) and Khin Yin touched the top. *Applauds* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then somehow Genie and Wang Lie joined us and we went to sit on the green spinning plate which went 360 degrees around and around. Two years ago, I slid down the metal slide with ease, but found myself pushing every two inches this time, which proves that all our butts went bigger. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The most exciting part happened on the wooden swing thing where the guys decided to maximise velocity and we were the guinea pigs. Then we had a lot of bumps and scratches where Guofeng rubbed legs with the wooden frame and Khin Yin did a full body flip off the swing on a rebounce. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought going to the sea to throw pebbles was a good idea, until I forgot that the beach wasn't like those I saw for eight days, with pearly white sand and clear seawater. This particular beach was lined with the worst garbage and we found a telephone handset, soft oily rock-like gray things, plastic bags filled with a white opaque substance. The stuff we threw out came back eventually and it all gathered there, as if it had simply found a new home on the same footprint-covered speckled sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The night was spent exploring bathroom heaters, watching television and eating instant noodles for dinner. I was sleeping a woke to find my pillow couped from me then went to Liting and Zimin's room where they were yakking yakking but we all finally had a good peaceful sleep. I woke again at 7am and said hello instead of good morning to Mister Leong 'cos I wasn't wearing glasses! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Two&lt;/b&gt; 30.11.2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh behold the last day of nasty November! Cheerios :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had the wind rushing through my ears that morning on the down-the-slope bike ride we kept going back for, and learnt a new word called "air ball". ^^ Maybe I'll learn how to shoot a hoop someday. Breakfast was spent waiting for McDelivery after an unsuccessful bike ride and spreading the love of giving by sending my hashbrown down WeiKai's throat and enticing the guys to call for another delivery. xD You bet the delivery guy wasn't too happy about that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found out that Chioh Yih is a clean hoop swisher and a basket prof. ! I found out that chain reaction could be called round-robin sequence too. :D We sat inside a played many many card games as well as fun stuff like Murderer, where I totally did NOT suspect Genie to be in the first round! And he was. T_T The &lt;i&gt;jie zhao&lt;/i&gt; game was pretty fun too because I was the only person who thought that contact lenses were related to travelling, no? We whacked and pushed in Heart Attack, which involved demolishing cards. Adnabanana wouldn't believe I wasn't the murderer, tsktsk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked out to the arcade for lunch and walked sunburnt and dehyrated back to the chalet at around four plus and caught the last climax of some vampire action movie before heading for &lt;b&gt;home&lt;/b&gt;! I got to know my squaddies a whole lot better, meet more people and I told loadsa people to peace out when I was sleeping. Hope you all didn't mind! It was a great experience and we are still thumbs up besties (: *Cheesys*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;itchybitchyscratchytitchy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-3834345845549396952?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3834345845549396952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=3834345845549396952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3834345845549396952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/3834345845549396952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/peace-out.html' title='PEACE out.'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-6951041137865382571</id><published>2006-11-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:51:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear I'll do something about that font size</title><content type='html'>Feels blahhhy good to be back. Frankly, I stripped the first skin I got on an archive by a particular Damien Lockhart and put it on. Oh, but the East Side Story song is good. Still got to twiddle around a whole lot more to get things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent eight days becoming a tomato in Cairns and found a weak spot for Koala bears. I shook paws with Karen, who's fourteen this year. :) I swam in a freshwater river and met D'ARVIT! Who else but Holly Short from England! She's a sweet elf if there ever was one. Oh, and details about the summer fling shall come soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly tomatoes climbed to the summit of Bukit Timah hill two days ago in between Miss NgLiTing and MissNgMinEe laughing like shit because they were being perfect Ong&amp;Leongs. xD I murdered a 100plus baby bottle by dumping it off the Rock Path (not on purpose!) and it exploded. And we exploded laughing. Yueting says "you've gone flatter" but tomatoes are &lt;strong&gt;round&lt;/strong&gt;, darling! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Step Up for the SECOND time yesterday and it was feets down good. ^^ I'm currently addicted to the novel &lt;b&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/b&gt; and I've been told by a fashion designer that I look best in pastel pink and french braids. *faints* I've used more sunscreen than I could ever have in my life in the past week. And I'm itching to lick the stamps on the christmas cards I'm sending out this christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy days ahead (ahem, shopping) and I've miraculously hit the 40kilograms mark! *punches fist through wall* Actually, it's 39.9 but who cares =P That carb bread will do fine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truckloads of love,&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-6951041137865382571?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6951041137865382571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=6951041137865382571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6951041137865382571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/6951041137865382571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-swear-ill-do-something-about-that.html' title='I swear I&apos;ll do something about that font size'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-116359416285890294</id><published>2006-11-15T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:37:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keep Steppin' Up</title><content type='html'>I went out to the National Library today with YeeJin and found out that it was a cute scam to fuel the chinese exhibition. xD We ended up taking photos of some parts of it and straying off to Bugis Junction to watch Step Up. It was a fabbbulous movie with a lot of art college scenes and very cool dance steps. :D We met a man with a mike doing on-the-spot rapping at the makeshift stage along the street filled with little shops and rhyming on the spot is indeed a great feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TSK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning the tagboard fiasco which unfortunately I discovered rather late (because I don't check websites as often as the spammer does), I wonder who put that down your throat for you. You sound like a brainwasher! Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: Let's just end this ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, "this" referred to Life. xDDD In reply, no thank you, Life. Even if I did, you bet I wouldn't put a "lets" in there. Okay both you and I know that I'm not chinese illiterate so give it up. =.= Erh, Jo is right because you are really outdated, albeit a little crude. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3468/1193/1600/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3468/1193/320/zzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you need to click on the gray patch to view the image&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why would two people want to act as one person? T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31245181-116359416285890294?l=lipsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116359416285890294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31245181&amp;postID=116359416285890294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/116359416285890294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31245181/posts/default/116359416285890294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipsocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-keep-steppin-up.html' title='Just Keep Steppin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Hahaha, I Blew My Chow Over Youuu</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31245181.post-116351001732619073</id><published>2006-11-14T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:13:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prerequisite To Peace.</title><content type='html'>I somehow have many more decent and useful things to put my concern to these days, and one of them which hit me violently in the face was Diana Bulter Bass's question sent around the world. I received a copy from Charmaine Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if the Amish were in charge of war on terror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if the Amish were in charge of the war on terror? What if, on the evening of Sept. 12, 2001, we had gone to Osama bin Laden's house (metaphorically, of course, since we didn't know where he lived!) and offered him forgiveness? What if we had invited the families of the hijackers to the funerals of the victims of 9/11? What if a portion of The September 11th Fund had been dedicated to relieving poverty in a Muslim country? What if we dignified the burial of their dead by our respectful grief? What if, instead of seeking vengeance, we had stood together in human pain, looking honestly at the shared sin and sadness we suffered? What if we had tried to make peace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not many of us at this age attend to these matters... but this, if this change that Diana had suggested had actually taken action, would this world be what it is now? I think this would stop us in our paths and make us think a little bit about things happening in everyday life. As she says, &lt;i&gt;forgiveness is the prerequisite to peace&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then, I was surfing Google when I came by (i think) HuiKin's sister's weblog where I want to cite this particular entry (couldn't find the button because it wasn't a blogger host). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was in love, but perhaps I was only infatuated with the idea of being in-love. Some things are like illusions, you feel like you've held it and felt it and done it and yet it slips away like water through your fingers. When I wanted it most, it eluded me - and now I'm left feeling like I no longer care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be cynical, I still believe in true love someday, but I wonder more and more if I'll ever fully give my heart to anyone. There's always this wild streak in me that can't be fettered, settled down, given to anyone. I don't even understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please forgive me if I made you believe you had all of me, darling. You never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but a gruesome action of a prominent positioned committee girl in my class comes to mind, that which include spreading rife rumors with self-conclusions. Maybe you'd want to look inside your own conscience, you know. Because I sure wouldn't want to look inside there for you. 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