<?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-8690530</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:47:26.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04S75</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emmeline</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690530.post-5549986127806495029</id><published>2009-01-11T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:06:52.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place has been a little dull..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just a little update on people in 75..&lt;br /&gt;liyu.. yaqi.. daphne.. zhanpei are back in sg.&lt;br /&gt;Amy left not long ago. so we had our annual dinner at her place that day. it was a small crowd. but still. its nice seeing everyone again. =) hope our tradition will last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in nov.. it was ms neo's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;yups. shes married to a lawyer! now shes teaching in tampines jc cos its nearer to her place. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates.&lt;br /&gt;weilin will be going to melbourne to continue her studies.&lt;br /&gt;wad else.. liyu will be in sg for quite a while. shes waiting for her masters to start in the 3rd quarter of this year? yups. somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. huishan and i are graduating this july! okie. our exams end on april! but convocation is in july only. im starting work in july. huishan.. im not sure. maybe earlier?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt mind seeing any of you at my convocation!! =) we can take lotsa photos!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;maybe should get aloy teo to be the photographer!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. wad else can i write here..&lt;br /&gt;owell, happy new year to all! may this year be even better than 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;though we arent exactly going to have a bullish economy in the year of ox.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Emm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-5549986127806495029?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/5549986127806495029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=5549986127806495029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/5549986127806495029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/5549986127806495029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all-this-place-has-been-little-dull.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-571233221050623538</id><published>2008-08-12T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:38:57.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>herbert does us proud!</title><content type='html'>hey.. apparently herbert got into the papers AND the record books.. not in the olympics, but something rather 'similar'.... the asian leg of WCG 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the story (was published in today newspaper but couldnt find the online vers..)&lt;br /&gt;taken from http://videogames.sg/2008/08/10/wcg-08-two-bronze-medals-for-singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://videogames.sg/files/images/wcg08_nfwinners_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://videogames.sg/files/images/wcg08_nfwinners_04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats 2 herbert!!!  he's gonna represent sg in the real wcg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/CHENSH%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-571233221050623538?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/571233221050623538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=571233221050623538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/571233221050623538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/571233221050623538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2008/08/herbert-does-us-proud.html' title='herbert does us proud!'/><author><name>Heh.</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-8690530.post-6761244218923449064</id><published>2008-01-24T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:53:09.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matthew!</title><content type='html'>wow. to whoever is actually reading this, u actually come to read this blog!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, main content is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. i jus saw this on facebook.. matthew as you've never seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twk61b8epjM/R5dwZOtzlvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gLDSeiB5Ihk/s1600-h/matthew1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158715476925454066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twk61b8epjM/R5dwZOtzlvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gLDSeiB5Ihk/s400/matthew1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twk61b8epjM/R5dwZOtzlwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oegm3daMsoY/s1600-h/matthew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158715476925454082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twk61b8epjM/R5dwZOtzlwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oegm3daMsoY/s400/matthew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Twk61b8epjM/R5dwZetzlxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BxyHE3Y5H7k/s1600-h/matthew3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158715481220421394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Twk61b8epjM/R5dwZetzlxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BxyHE3Y5H7k/s400/matthew3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never imagined matthew would wear such a shirt before.. and he looks extremely perverted in that last picture..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-6761244218923449064?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/6761244218923449064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=6761244218923449064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/6761244218923449064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/6761244218923449064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2008/01/matthew.html' title='matthew!'/><author><name>Heh.</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/_Twk61b8epjM/R5dwZOtzlvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gLDSeiB5Ihk/s72-c/matthew1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690530.post-4415248099120656992</id><published>2007-06-17T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:38:58.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss wang wedding</title><content type='html'>{fixed some errors with the photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posting some photos of miss wang wedding 2 weeks ago (may take quite some time to load cos quite a lot of photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk3eCyj9vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtjsTGvIwyY/s1600-h/IMG_9108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk3eCyj9vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtjsTGvIwyY/s320/IMG_9108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078151044121491186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk38iyj9wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GqJbtgFAatc/s1600-h/IMG_9109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk38iyj9wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GqJbtgFAatc/s320/IMG_9109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078151568107501314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk4Iiyj9xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NEea3kpivG8/s1600-h/IMG_9114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk4Iiyj9xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NEea3kpivG8/s320/IMG_9114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078151774265931538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk4Riyj9yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kx-niHLyXDk/s1600-h/IMG_9115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk4Riyj9yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kx-niHLyXDk/s320/IMG_9115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078151928884754210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk4aiyj9zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-kU6xSD3bmo/s1600-h/IMG_9135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk4aiyj9zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-kU6xSD3bmo/s320/IMG_9135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078152083503576882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk4qSyj90I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4dqDrIpS7OM/s1600-h/IMG_9141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk4qSyj90I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4dqDrIpS7OM/s320/IMG_9141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078152354086516546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk46Cyj91I/AAAAAAAAAA8/n3_gU5OCQ4c/s1600-h/IMG_9143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk46Cyj91I/AAAAAAAAAA8/n3_gU5OCQ4c/s320/IMG_9143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078152624669456210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk5GCyj92I/AAAAAAAAABE/VKFYWnIN7uQ/s1600-h/IMG_9146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk5GCyj92I/AAAAAAAAABE/VKFYWnIN7uQ/s320/IMG_9146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078152830827886434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk7fiyj9-I/AAAAAAAAACE/8Qw46g9wykE/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk7fiyj9-I/AAAAAAAAACE/8Qw46g9wykE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078155467937806306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk5Pyyj93I/AAAAAAAAABM/XT72R3LRhd4/s1600-h/IMG_9194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk5Pyyj93I/AAAAAAAAABM/XT72R3LRhd4/s320/IMG_9194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078152998331610994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk5rSyj95I/AAAAAAAAABc/vljvekIewuo/s1600-h/IMG_9198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk5rSyj95I/AAAAAAAAABc/vljvekIewuo/s320/IMG_9198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078153470778013586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk52iyj96I/AAAAAAAAABk/GxDJQdc3DTM/s1600-h/IMG_9232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk52iyj96I/AAAAAAAAABk/GxDJQdc3DTM/s320/IMG_9232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078153664051541922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk6GCyj97I/AAAAAAAAABs/P9rg4SbaO74/s1600-h/IMG_9235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk6GCyj97I/AAAAAAAAABs/P9rg4SbaO74/s320/IMG_9235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078153930339514290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk6RSyj98I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ja_7PvYBBJo/s1600-h/IMG_9237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk6RSyj98I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ja_7PvYBBJo/s320/IMG_9237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078154123613042626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food glorious food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk6iiyj99I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IxB-sdeEfV8/s1600-h/IMG_9244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk6iiyj99I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IxB-sdeEfV8/s320/IMG_9244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078154419965786066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final shot in the lift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-4415248099120656992?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/4415248099120656992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=4415248099120656992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/4415248099120656992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/4415248099120656992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/06/miss-wang-wedding.html' title='miss wang wedding'/><author><name>aloyteo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808817906179915323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vb92xlx6ARI/Rnk3eCyj9vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtjsTGvIwyY/s72-c/IMG_9108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690530.post-2787396056806136016</id><published>2007-05-30T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:47:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey pple!&lt;br /&gt;to those who are attending mz wang's wedding this coming sat, pls meet at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;12.15pm&lt;/span&gt; at boon lay mrt. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DO NOT BE LATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-2787396056806136016?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/2787396056806136016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=2787396056806136016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/2787396056806136016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/2787396056806136016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-pple-to-those-who-are-attending-mz.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-410422188325215833</id><published>2007-05-08T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:41:56.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MZ WANG's WEDDING!!!&lt;br /&gt;on 2nd JUNE!!!&lt;br /&gt;at 1pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;at CITY HARVEST CHURCH (chinese church hall)- boon lay.&lt;br /&gt;LET ME KNOW IF U ARE COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;ASAP! cos im leaving for aust tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;or LET SAMUEL KNOW after im gone!&lt;br /&gt;=))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-410422188325215833?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/410422188325215833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=410422188325215833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/410422188325215833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/410422188325215833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/05/mz-wangs-wedding-on-2nd-june-at-1pm-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-6777302007349836524</id><published>2007-05-06T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:18:03.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;Subject: Discussion On Phone Bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he phone bill was exceptionally high and the man of the house&lt;br /&gt;called a&lt;br /&gt;family meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: People this is unacceptable. You have to limit the use of&lt;br /&gt;the phone. I&lt;br /&gt;do not use this phone, I use the one at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Same here, I hardly use this home telephone as I use my worktelephone.&lt;br /&gt;Son: Me too, I never use the home  phone. I always use my mobile&lt;br /&gt;phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: So what is the problem? We all use our work telephones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-em-&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/8690530-6777302007349836524?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/6777302007349836524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=6777302007349836524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/6777302007349836524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/6777302007349836524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/05/subject-discussion-on-phone-bills-he_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-6973005056229301980</id><published>2007-05-06T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:15:29.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Subject: Discussion On Phone Bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he phone bill was exceptionally high and the man of the house&lt;br /&gt;called a&lt;br /&gt;family meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: People this is unacceptable. You have to limit the use of&lt;br /&gt;the phone. I&lt;br /&gt;do not use this phone, I use the one at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Same here, I hardly use this home telephone as I use my worktelephone.&lt;br /&gt;Son: Me too, I never use the home  phone. I always use my mobile&lt;br /&gt;phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: So what is the problem? We all use our work telephones.&lt;br /&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/8690530-6973005056229301980?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/6973005056229301980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=6973005056229301980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/6973005056229301980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/6973005056229301980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/05/subject-discussion-on-phone-bills-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-8076829967245225301</id><published>2007-05-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:37:31.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated bdae to zhanpei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;happy belated bdae zhanpei!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and to all the april babies! like shiwei, milton, stacy, jac.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i realised we missed herbert's bdae too!! sorry!!! ahh!! okok.. i will note down everyone's bdae next yr! most of us will be 21! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway.. as u guys noe.. the new blogger has changed slightly. got to claim it using a yahoo or gmail account before u can log in. ive sent invitations to u guys so that everyone can blog!! but!! i think some of the emails on the class list were old ones.. so pls help me to send an invitation to those who has changed their emails k? for eg.. shiwei's osama one.. i dont think its in use anymore. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha.. anyway, we have finished our exams!! FINALLY! i think in uni.. half of the time is used up for exams and its preparations. how dumb. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, i realised that the guys are really motivated after NS. they mug like shit!! damn competitive also!!! haha. im sure u guys will be mugging hard in a yr's time!! cant wait for samuel to come NTU! at least my NTU life will be brightened up a bit. got someone to bicker with! and to tease!!! haha. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway!! more gatherings!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA! before elaine left, we met at causeway point for dinner! we dint inform everyone abt this.. cos we noe that its kinda far for u guys.. it was a small thing. sorry!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yupps.. so here are some of the pics. and i koped from zhanpei's blog a pic that the guys took. haha. see u guys soon!! prob night safari outing?? or mahjong session?? =) take care everyone!!! no matter how tough the situation you are in, remember u have us around!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeR0-qPHI/AAAAAAAAARw/tnc92MKCyHg/s1600-h/b%26j%21%21%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeR0-qPHI/AAAAAAAAARw/tnc92MKCyHg/s320/b%26j%21%21%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059616366746287218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeR0-qPII/AAAAAAAAAR4/86vCjUjZq2I/s1600-h/girls+at+crystal+jade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeR0-qPII/AAAAAAAAAR4/86vCjUjZq2I/s320/girls+at+crystal+jade.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059616366746287234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeSU-qPJI/AAAAAAAAASA/_WR0URKXyYE/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeSU-qPJI/AAAAAAAAASA/_WR0URKXyYE/s320/DSC01391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059616375336221842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeSk-qPKI/AAAAAAAAASI/U-0GBKbcoTY/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeSk-qPKI/AAAAAAAAASI/U-0GBKbcoTY/s320/DSC01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059616379631189154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeTE-qPLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CtFiNQ5W6aI/s1600-h/shades+guys%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeTE-qPLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CtFiNQ5W6aI/s320/shades+guys%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059616388221123762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-8076829967245225301?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/8076829967245225301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=8076829967245225301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/8076829967245225301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/8076829967245225301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-belated-bdae-to-zhanpei.html' title='happy belated bdae to zhanpei!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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/_slo0NF2AlFY/RjdeR0-qPHI/AAAAAAAAARw/tnc92MKCyHg/s72-c/b%26j%21%21%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690530.post-117587762064204709</id><published>2007-04-07T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:43:53.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine and Amy are back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/1600/232379/P1020819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/400/551184/P1020819.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good time at Amy's! Muz thank Amy's parents for the food and hospitality! Oh yah photo courtesy of Em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-117587762064204709?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/117587762064204709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=117587762064204709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/117587762064204709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/117587762064204709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/04/elaine-and-amy-are-back.html' title='Elaine and Amy are back!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-117124789724651687</id><published>2007-02-12T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:38:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aloytan house</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/4390/img5959esxb3.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class photo at aloytan's house (many thanks to the maid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha typing the password for this blog brings back the good old memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aloyteo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-117124789724651687?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/117124789724651687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=117124789724651687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/117124789724651687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/117124789724651687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/02/aloytan-house.html' title='aloytan house'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-116955183083349465</id><published>2007-01-23T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:00:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another entry...this one made out of frustration..</title><content type='html'>hey, welcome to NBS...a place where tutors ain't there to teach but to assess..how interesting. This is what I got from my OB tutor. I've heard that she's er...not the best around but i just found out today that she is the worst you could ever get. SERIOUSLY. Other than the above-mentioned fact that she is there to judge, she keeps "smoking" her way through the ENTIRE lesson. Seriously, the way she kept screwing up the explanation about the different aspects of MBTI, i thought that maybe Weilin could consider her post.No doubt that weilin would do a waaaaaaaaaay better job than this little prof. i am seriously contemplating writing a letter to ask for a refund of my tuition fee. At the rate she goes, i might as well self-study and i might even score better during the exams lor...*roll eyes* Someone up there must be in a very very good mood lor, the day my tutor got her PhD.... &lt;br /&gt;To my fairy godmother, if you do indeed exist, now is the perfect time for you to make ur existence known to me.....pls wave that magic wand (or whatever it is that you've got) and make my tutor disappear &amp; make a fantastic tutor appear in place of her!!! okay, i shouldn't be greedy but then if i just asked for someone decent, my fairy godmother would just need to pluck someone off the streets.....my tutor is that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top things off, my group kinda pissed her off....hah, coz we kept undermining her authority. Bad self-control on our part but it is just so painful to waste two perfectly good hours on her that at one point in time, i felt that it is necessary to point out that maybe she should move off into something more useful rather than wasting time on personality tests (something which she doesn't understand yet still acts as if she does)  -_____________-""  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late....then our group realised that 50% of our grade depended on her! well, way to go, man. i think we just shot ourselves in the foot. Bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i promise to play nice for the rest of the semester. Hope santa will be nice and drop me a early (really early!)X'mas present and let me get a decent grade for this mod...but then again, hoping that my OB tutor wouldn't bear grudges is like hoping that space travel will be available to every being on earth by next week so well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have not wished me good year ahead for this 2007, pls do so now..i need it a lot. Hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my 2007 be a good year. *pray hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dochas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: elaine!!! happy 19th too! hah...thanks! i had fun on my bday. Sorry for the late reply though. Oopz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-116955183083349465?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/116955183083349465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=116955183083349465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116955183083349465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116955183083349465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-entrythis-one-made-out-of.html' title='another entry...this one made out of frustration..'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-116895929424648895</id><published>2007-01-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:54:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKEPARTYNOTWAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/1600/89772/partymakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/320/510806/partymakers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to thick-skin abit and hehe, make use of this blog to ehh ahem advertise ahem. hehe paiseh. just remember. tell your friends! have fun take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-116895929424648895?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/116895929424648895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=116895929424648895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116895929424648895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116895929424648895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2007/01/makepartynotwar.html' title='MAKEPARTYNOTWAR'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-116697850943658122</id><published>2006-12-25T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:41:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY XMAS</title><content type='html'>MERRY XMAS EVERIONE. and a happy NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZaJqeddo3E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZaJqeddo3E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-116697850943658122?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/116697850943658122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=116697850943658122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116697850943658122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116697850943658122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas.html' title='MERRY XMAS'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-116679654963916668</id><published>2006-12-22T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:09:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XMAS &amp; NEW YR PARTY</title><content type='html'>hey all! &lt;br /&gt;it will be on 30th! &lt;br /&gt;At amy's hse!&lt;br /&gt;thanks amy!&lt;br /&gt;everyone.. pls try to make it k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-116679654963916668?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/116679654963916668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=116679654963916668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116679654963916668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116679654963916668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-new-yr-party.html' title='XMAS &amp; NEW YR PARTY'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-116525192820593568</id><published>2006-12-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:05:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing!!</title><content type='html'>hey!! try to come and meet us on thurs!! 7th dec!! cos seow mimi is back!!! meet at 2pm   at orch mrt station!!! okok??? sms me to tell me if u are coming.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i shall update u guys abt my life too!! oh man.. uni sucks quite a lot.. lotsa work to do.. its worse den jc!!! &lt;br /&gt;for those who hasnt seen me recently.. i highlighted my hair blue! and got a new hair cut.. which isnt nice.. owell.. nvm.. hair will grow!&lt;br /&gt;there is a photo of my hair.. owell.. it looks much worse now. cos i dont know how to style it.&lt;br /&gt;and theres another picture of my nice tutorial room (its actually meant for the grads only, but my tutor likes it.. so he booked it for us)..&lt;br /&gt;and then theres a pic of my LT. lotsa of pple!!! haha.. okok.. see ya guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/1600/812951/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/200/606521/DSC00118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/1600/977753/DSC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/200/344358/DSC00134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/1600/479739/DSC00439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/430/602/200/282547/DSC00439.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-116525192820593568?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/116525192820593568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=116525192820593568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116525192820593568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116525192820593568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/12/outing.html' title='outing!!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-116182277581606089</id><published>2006-10-26T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:32:55.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life now</title><content type='html'>HI how is everybody doing? Im not bad, its freaking cold here sometimes, but i hope that means that i have lost some blubber. anyway here is a bit of what my life looks like now, im sorry there are no drunk and disoriented pictures, maybe in the future lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pictures of my room either, coz it looks like shit. its about the size of an SBS bus though. it looks like shit because i just survived essay hell, 2 essays in 4 days, which means i was working almost 10 hours everyday. this place is crazy, its like A levels lite. i'll post when my room is presentable. keep this blog alive hor, i want to see people posting pictures of their kids and so on and so forth even 8 years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/attrinity.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at trinity college with other singaporeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/footballinduction.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the uni football induction party. the theme was 'camouflage'fancy dress is quite a big deal here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/oxbridgegames.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cambridge singaporeans came over for oxbridge games, and we kicked their asses! im amazed that i could wear shorts in that weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/IMG_0378c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my matriculation ceremony, damn cool man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, take care everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-116182277581606089?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/116182277581606089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=116182277581606089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116182277581606089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116182277581606089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-life-now.html' title='my life now'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-116174637871772666</id><published>2006-10-25T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:21:35.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry made out of fun</title><content type='html'>hah....just visited the tagboard and realised that this blog is actually still relatively active....only the tagboard byt hey it shows that we all still visit this blog, much as there had been no updated blog since 30 sept by someone unknown..hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just came to write rubbish, seeing that the blog section had been stagnant for almost a month..hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pia finished my "princess hours" DVD, (this is the 1st time i am interested enough by a korean drama to go buy its DVD so pls stop gasping or fall over in shock...:P) anyway, bought it coz i read the manga...(obviously) but surprisingly, it is not that bad....not one of those stupid korean dramas which follow the same plot of gal-get-sick-then-die-and-a-lot-of-crying so hah, was feeling lucky that at least the money spent is not wasted (well, it might not be well-spent, but at least it is not wasted..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, that is beside the point. Just put that in for the heck of it and probably to irritate those who are still chasing the serial on Channel u...*gloat* which i think is not many coz i think everyone is so busy with uni that i am probably the only one who still watches TV nowadays. Oopz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just wanted to say that i miss you guys! hah, it was so nice at MAF meeting up with u guys....though some ran off so fast that i didn't even have the chance to say more than 10 sentences to her (erhem....her refers to a certain ms carine) Exams are nearing and i have this foreboding feeling that i have to start mugging soon but i just cannot muster the motivation to do so....it still surprises me how er....motivating uni is...&lt;br /&gt;just for info, my uni class has no slackers...how scary can that be? very very very scary. everytime i turn around, i find them studying or discussing things beyond the subject scope. Walau...what is this???? i feel myself still stuck in the JC mode of thinking whereas my uni classmates are like er...probably already planned out the rest of their life....scary and ultra stressful.  maybe that will motivate me to start studying.*ponder for a minute* nope, no motivation surge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, this entry is so crap....hah, really made out of fun. hahhhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dochas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-116174637871772666?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/116174637871772666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=116174637871772666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116174637871772666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/116174637871772666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/10/entry-made-out-of-fun.html' title='entry made out of fun'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-115960771939490926</id><published>2006-09-30T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:15:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free hugs!</title><content type='html'>http://www.freehugs.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, a hug is all what we need. Free hugs is a real life controversial story of Juan Mann, A man whos sole mission was to reach out and hug a stranger to brighten up their lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this inspiring video... music is by a aussie band called sick puppies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-115960771939490926?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/115960771939490926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=115960771939490926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/115960771939490926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/115960771939490926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/09/free-hugs.html' title='free hugs!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-115565656983385348</id><published>2006-08-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:33:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say!say!say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1600/bbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/320/bbb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Stairway to Gaydom&lt;br /&gt;02 Hit my Backey One More Time&lt;br /&gt;03 Purple Submarine&lt;br /&gt;04 A Rush of Blood to the 'Head'&lt;br /&gt;05 Boulevard of Brokeback Dreams&lt;br /&gt;06 He Will be Loved&lt;br /&gt;07 Who Let my Dog Out&lt;br /&gt;08 Can we Feel our Love Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-115565656983385348?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/115565656983385348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=115565656983385348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/115565656983385348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/115565656983385348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/08/saysaysay.html' title='say!say!say!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-114694659694995609</id><published>2006-05-07T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T04:27:30.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND GAMES</title><content type='html'>Rules: Bold the following that are true about you, italicize things you wish were true, add five true things about you, then cross your fingers and hope others will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss somebody right now. (it took me 15 long years to learn to miss a person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love olive rice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own lots of books. (books attract small wooly insects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games. (used to. but quit it)&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched porn movies. (2 gays having sex, yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome. &lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to carry a pepper spray everywhere with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have instincts which stops me from harming a person physically even if they attacked me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the rain. (i love the rain when im sheltered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas. (but yes at another casino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that I look. &lt;br /&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow. &lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic. (used to be)&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings. &lt;br /&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized. (women. shd. never. sell. their. bodies.)&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex. (yes for the contrary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm obsessed with Xanga or Livejournal. (or Blog)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in (a) God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently like someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt; (im allergic to sumtg non-edible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex. &lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol or drugs before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. (never will)&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbour or chum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. &lt;/strong&gt; (stuffed crust is the best)&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;I like surveys/memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy.&lt;br /&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;br /&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm proficient on a musical instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausage.&lt;br /&gt;I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;br /&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses. (have yet to experience la)&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;I love Dear Abby.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous of at least one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I think John Cusack is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I f**king hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt; (along a beach with a setting sun)&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in. (good reminder to find them b4 mum does)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet. (exercise is way better than going on a diet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bathed in my PJ while sleepwalking and only woke up the next day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dream almost every night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not be friends if they weren't family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would still choose my same sibling(s) again if i had the choice to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I love vaginas. (i was forced to see a vagina.)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;br /&gt;I only clean my room when neccesary.&lt;br /&gt;Weight is my enemy!I'm a serious chocoholic.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;I love to be seen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often act without feeling for people.&lt;br /&gt;I like arguing for the sake of arguing.&lt;br /&gt;I think most girls look better with spectacles&lt;br /&gt;My skin is peeling because i had been under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I want to ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO AM I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-114694659694995609?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/114694659694995609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=114694659694995609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114694659694995609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114694659694995609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/05/mind-games.html' title='MIND GAMES'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-114675809479133633</id><published>2006-05-04T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:01:04.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHO I AM!</title><content type='html'>we got tagged by ms wang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Bold the following that are true about you, italicize things you wish were true, add one true thing about you, and then tag five more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love olive rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've watched porn movies. (short clips)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome. &lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.(only 40 US cents)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that I look.&lt;br /&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal. (or Blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in (a) God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently like someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex. &lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol or drugs before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. &lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbour or chum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. &lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;I like surveys/memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am preppy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proficient on a musical instrument.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant. ( i will, when im 55 and retired)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a pyro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;br /&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dear Abby.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am  jealous of at least one of my friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think John Cusack is adorable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I f**king hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would not be friends if they weren't family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love vaginas.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;br /&gt;I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when neccesary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight is my enemy!I'm a serious chocoholic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I absolutely adore animals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love surprises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to be seen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I often act without feeling for people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like arguing for the sake of arguing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most girls look better with spectacles&lt;br /&gt;My skin is peeling because i had been under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I want to ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS! GUESS! GUESS!&lt;br /&gt;wo cai wo cai wo cai cai cai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-114675809479133633?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/114675809479133633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=114675809479133633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114675809479133633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114675809479133633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-who-i-am.html' title='GUESS WHO I AM!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-114594904367819924</id><published>2006-04-25T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:06:32.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgic trip</title><content type='html'>Let's ride on a trip of nostalgia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1600/candlelight%20dinner.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/320/candlelight%20dinner.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://localhost:3458/06edda2b64a473df625bd62417d004fa/image4537.jpg?size=1024'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://localhost:3458/06edda2b64a473df625bd62417d004fa/image4537.jpg?size=400' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1600/yaqi%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/320/yaqi%20n%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/pulling%20him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/pulling%20him.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/squeezing%20dry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/squeezing%20dry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/conspiring%20boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/conspiring%20boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/elaine%26yaqi%40cls%20bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/elaine%26yaqi%40cls%20bench.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/yeeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/yeeling.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/on%20the%20bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/on%20the%20bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/wet%2075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/wet%2075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/75%20girls.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/75%20girls.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/in%20southaven%27s%20gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/in%20southaven%27s%20gym.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/75%20at%20prom%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/75%20at%20prom%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/cute%20carine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/cute%20carine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/aloy%20n%20daphne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/aloy%20n%20daphne.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/75%20girls.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/75%20girls.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/75%20ppl%20happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/75%20ppl%20happy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/75%20boys%20act%20gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/75%20boys%20act%20gay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/04S75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/04S75.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/charmaine%2C%20amy%2C%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/charmaine%2C%20amy%2C%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/ms%20wang%2C%20me%2C%20jac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/ms%20wang%2C%20me%2C%20jac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/live%20with%20passion%2C%20lead%20with%20compassion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/live%20with%20passion%2C%20lead%20with%20compassion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/let%27s%20jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/let%27s%20jam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/amy%2C%20xie%20laoshi%2C%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/amy%2C%20xie%20laoshi%2C%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/ms%20wang%20in%20staff%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/ms%20wang%20in%20staff%20room.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/amy%2C%20me%2C%20ms%20wang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/amy%2C%20me%2C%20ms%20wang.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/amy%27s%20food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/amy%27s%20food.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/elaine%2C%20aloy%2C%20carine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/elaine%2C%20aloy%2C%20carine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/1600/at%20amy%27s%20room.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7587/620/320/at%20amy%27s%20room.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-114594904367819924?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/114594904367819924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=114594904367819924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114594904367819924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114594904367819924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/04/nostalgic-trip.html' title='nostalgic trip'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-114294720694516133</id><published>2006-03-21T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:50:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthcare seminar this saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1600/MEDSEMfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/320/MEDSEMfinal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1600/MEDSEM1C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/320/MEDSEM1C.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Missus Wang.&lt;br /&gt;Attention all aspiring pharmacists, dentists and doctors. There's a healthcare seminar on these 3 fields this saturday. For those who wish to gain a deeper insight into these careers and are considering studying these subjects, come down! The schedule is like this.&lt;br /&gt;starts 2 pm    ends at 530 pm&lt;br /&gt;pharmacy at 245pm&lt;br /&gt;dentistry at 315pm&lt;br /&gt;medicine from 415pm to 515pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address at&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 25th March&lt;br /&gt;Function Hall &lt;br /&gt;The URA Centre&lt;br /&gt;45 Maxwell Road&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 069118&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSVP by 24 March. I think you can call 91114611 or email info@chc.org.sg to confirm your attendence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE'S FREE LUNCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mat-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-114294720694516133?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/114294720694516133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=114294720694516133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114294720694516133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114294720694516133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/03/healthcare-seminar-this-saturday.html' title='Healthcare seminar this saturday'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-114235081177229901</id><published>2006-03-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:40:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class gathering la!</title><content type='html'>haiz. at first i was too lazy to post abt class gathering. but seeing that our blog is pathetically INACTIVE... here i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class gathering at my place... those who duno how to come, take cab. those who forgot how to come, also take cab. those who are too lazy to walk in from the bus stop, take cab... DUN KEEP CALLING MY HP FOR INSTRUCTIONS!! haha. wa lao. call my hse la. 64676289. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its dinner, plus the usual stayover if u want. bring alcohol if u want, just dun do funny things to astro when ur drunk. bring food for dinner also. girls bring food cos they're rich and working individuals. guys bring drinks cos we're poor soldiers fighting for our land... once in our lives... 2 yrs of our time... oh ooops. nvm. ok. elaine in charge of organizing e girls to bring food. dun starve us please. keep in mind that we guys are pitifully starved of gd food... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u all can come anytime u wan in e afternoon la. as usual. pls bring all e entertainment u can find... all e vcd also bring ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;address : 15, Jalan Siantan&lt;br /&gt;*Tell the cabbie to go 'sixth ave', den turn to ' jln haji alias', den turn to 'jln siantan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my parents are home this time, so pls be nice and say hi to them or my mum will kill u. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-114235081177229901?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/114235081177229901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=114235081177229901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114235081177229901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114235081177229901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/03/class-gathering-la.html' title='class gathering la!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-114121688036445413</id><published>2006-03-01T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:41:20.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering of 04S75</title><content type='html'>Today, all of us came from all corners of Singapore to receive our A level results. Inevitably, some of us were satisfied and others ended up disappointed; after all that's how life works. But ultimately, we all know that we had put in our very best in preparing for the exams. I don't deny that it's easier for me to say this since I have scored well, but seriously the results can't be changed and the only thing we can do is to make the best of our grades and decide a path that's most suitable for us individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us stayed back and had a mini gathering at Venezia. We updated one another on our experiences in the past 3 months and listened to others' stories in return. An afternoon well-spent indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, I sincerely hope that all of us continue to keep in contact and meet up regularly for a cup of coffee or a manjong session (esp. for PW group H156). Bon voyage for those who are leaving for overseas studies and all the best for others' in their future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asshole, Jian An&lt;br /&gt;(excuse me for my poor command of English grammar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-114121688036445413?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/114121688036445413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=114121688036445413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114121688036445413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114121688036445413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/03/gathering-of-04s75.html' title='Gathering of 04S75'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-114086912678238623</id><published>2006-02-25T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:05:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actual warnings issued by the U.S. military to their own troops &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aim towards the enemy." &lt;br /&gt;Instruction printed on US Rocket Launcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the pin is pulled, Mr Grenade is not our friend." &lt;br /&gt;US Marine Corps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cluster bombing from B-52s is very, very accurate. The bombs are guaranteed to always hit the ground." &lt;br /&gt;USAF Ammo Troop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the enemy is in range, so are you." &lt;br /&gt;Infantry Journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A slipping gear could let your M203 grenade launcher fire when you least expect it. That would make you quite unpopular in what is left of your unit." &lt;br /&gt;Army's magazine of preventive maintenance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed." &lt;br /&gt;U.S. Air Force Manual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try to look unimportant; they may be low on ammo." &lt;br /&gt;Infantry Journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tracers work both ways." &lt;br /&gt;US Army Ordnance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five-second fuses only last three seconds." &lt;br /&gt;Infantry Journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any ship can be a minesweeper... once." &lt;br /&gt;Anon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not draw fire; it irritates the people around you." &lt;br /&gt;Your comrades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you see a bomb technician running, try to keep up with him." &lt;br /&gt;USAF Ammo Troop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zp-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-114086912678238623?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/114086912678238623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=114086912678238623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114086912678238623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/114086912678238623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/02/actual-warnings-issued-by-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113844509438181812</id><published>2006-01-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:55:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src =http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/2266/img0837medium6nj.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo with weilin in school during the CNY streetfair before she flies to melbourne for her studies. all the best to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src =http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/7161/img0874medium7uw.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting the botak recruit samuel ong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src =http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/8333/img0876medium4gj.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys outing today at orchard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and below are some shots i took yesterday of the River Hongbao fireworks at marina bay. maybe can organise outing with the NS guys one night cos the fireworks will fire until 12 feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src =http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/650/img0854medium1of.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src =http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/1378/img0857emedium0cs.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src =http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/8168/img0859medium2st.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, happy chinese new year everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAT CAI ! HUAT AH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aloyteo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113844509438181812?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113844509438181812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113844509438181812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113844509438181812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113844509438181812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-photos.html' title='some photos'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113834935262735354</id><published>2006-01-27T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T16:09:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CNY!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;      im back!!! so early right... for ur info, sch 1 pple will be out from fri to tues and sch 2 pple will be out from sat to THURS... WAT THE HELL!!! they always damn shiok one... ok... so can we have a class gathering on like SAT NOON for lunch since night is family reunion dinner for CNY eve?? hurry up hor... i like no time to organise properly also... PLS ASK AROUND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       anyway yesterday i did the standard obstacle course (SOC) and i NEARLY DIED!! oh man... its realli the first time i know how it feels to be damn tired... i wanted to juz faint lah... i couldnt climb over the FREAKING WALL!!! ARGHHHHHHH... stuck until everione finish liao and the sirs and sergeants had to help... it was quite funny coz they complain they help us until they damn tired... like become they do the SOC instead... im damn demoralised... hope the wall crumbles... lucky got finish in the end... i better do all the stupid strength training drills without complains next time... SUCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113834935262735354?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113834935262735354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113834935262735354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113834935262735354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113834935262735354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-cny.html' title='HAPPY CNY!!!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113777138148795773</id><published>2006-01-20T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:36:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont fade away!</title><content type='html'>hi everyone!! hope tat this blog doesnt die, thou everyone stills very much in contact and everything. As you all know, im planing on a trip to go to zimbabwe in may and we had to do research on many things. One of my teammates actually came across this article below..Firstly i must stress, its just for fun reading, and i dont know its reliability=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh aloy just called me during his bathroom break and filled me up on some army stuff!really hope to see all you guys soon=) heard that the guys are checking in on tues.(31st jan) Anyone game for a mini class outing, finally, with both genders?=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;liyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Air Zimbabwe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Think about this next time you want to fly on a cheap airline....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story entitled "Choppy Skies - A white-knuckle flight on Air Zimbabwe" by Gaby Plattner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Plattner was traveling with a backpacking group through Africa as they found themselves waiting in Kariba airport for a flight to Hwange . . "Our flight was delayed, so we settled down to wait. And wait.&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later, we were finally told the plane was ready to board. Air Zimbabwe bought many of its planes second-hand from other airlines, and the one we got into was no exception. Dirty and ancient, the mid-sizejetliner was clearly one that no one else had wanted. Inside, we settled into the seats with 80 or 90 other passengers and waited. And waited some more. Finally, the pilot's voice came over the loudspeaker. 'We're all ready to go ladies and gentlemen. However, we've been waiting for the copilot, and he still hasn't arrived. Since we've already waited so long, we're just going to be flying without a copilot today.' There was a nervous buzz through the cabin. He continued, 'If any of you feel uncomfortable with this, feel free to disembark now and AirZimbabwe will put you on the next available flight to Hwange. Here he paused. 'Unfortunately, we are not sure when that will be. But rest assured, I have flown this route hundreds of times, we have clear blue skies, and there are no foreseeable problems.'&lt;br /&gt;No one in Plattner's group, doubtful as they might have been, wanted to wait any longer at Kariba for a plane that may or may not materialize, so they stayed onboard for the one-hour flight. Once the aircraft reached cruising altitude, the pilot came on the loudspeaker again 'Ladies and gentlemen. I am going to use the bathroom. I have put the plane on auto-pilot and everything&lt;br /&gt;will be fine. I just don't want you to worry.' That said, he came out of the cockpit, fastened the door open with a rubber band to a hook on the wall. Then he went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Plattner continues: Suddenly, we hit a patch of turbulence. Nothing much, the cabin just shook a little for a moment. But the rubber band snapped off with a loud 'ping!' and went sailing down the&lt;br /&gt;aisle. The door promptly swung shut. A moment later, the pilot came out of the bathroom. When he saw the closed door, he stopped cold. I watched him from the back and wondered what was wrong. The stewardess came running up, and together they both tried to open the door. But it wouldn't budge. It slowly dawned on me that our pilot was locked out of the cockpit. Cockpit doors lock automatically from the inside to prevent terrorists from entering. Without a copilot, there was no one to open the door from the inside. By now, the rest of the passengers had become aware of the problem, and we watched the pilot, horrified.&lt;br /&gt;What would he do? After a moment of contemplation, the pilot hurried to the back of the plane. He returned holding a big axe. Without ceremony, he proceeded to chop down the cockpit door. We were rooted to our seats as we watched him.&lt;br /&gt;Once he managed to chop a hole in the door, he reached inside, unlocked the door, and let himself back in. Then he came on the loudspeaker, his voice a little shakier this time than before. 'Ah, ladies and gentlemen, we just had a little problem there, but everything is fine now. We&lt;br /&gt;have plans to cover every eventuality, even pilots getting locked out of their cockpits. So relax and enjoy the rest of the flight.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113777138148795773?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113777138148795773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113777138148795773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113777138148795773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113777138148795773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-fade-away.html' title='dont fade away!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113655791286358509</id><published>2006-01-06T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:31:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes tekong</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might orredi figured out, i'm enlisting on 7th (aka tmr) at 2.30 pm. wid 2 other ppl, which u might noe. okok they r aloy tan and zhanpei. well.. this is the final hours of my civilian life, thought i'd drop by and say byebye until much later... =( well cya guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heh. aka ShiWei (if u still dunno who Heh. is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113655791286358509?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113655791286358509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113655791286358509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113655791286358509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113655791286358509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-comes-tekong.html' title='Here comes tekong'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113648324039686927</id><published>2006-01-06T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:47:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Awaits</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna say that i will MISS everione. 04s75, 4Inc, my 2B frens and all my good frens. see u all for CNY. i think i would be sleeping on the 10th. now then i know i love my life for the past few years (minus the horrible muggings). soon we would have our A'levels results to worry. freaking life! why do humans have to do such things against one another. now we are all unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db06b3127cce918caf26840900000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db03b3127cce91ebcab65faa00000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db03b3127cce91ebcb4e1fca00000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6fb3aca300000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce33b3127cce94c0498ecf8d00000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce33b3127cce94c004428fff00000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce33b3127cce94c0043a8f8700000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here is a test... try it:&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED FILES ARE THE &lt;br /&gt;RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC &lt;br /&gt;STUDY COMBINED WITH THE &lt;br /&gt;EXPERIENCE OF YEARS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count the number of F's above and tell me quickly, dun hesitate, in 15 secs&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;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;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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The MALE brain cannot process the word "OF". &lt;br /&gt;Incredible or what  &lt;br /&gt;Anyone who counts all six F's on the first go has a brain of a Female You can test this by asking a Guy/Girl near you to work it out. &lt;br /&gt;It really works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113648324039686927?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113648324039686927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113648324039686927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113648324039686927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113648324039686927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/01/death-awaits.html' title='Death Awaits'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113621701508109761</id><published>2006-01-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:50:15.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class outinggg!</title><content type='html'>friends, hwachongians, classmates, lend me your ears&lt;br /&gt;i come here to announce a class outing to HWACHONG CANTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;wah so fun sia&lt;br /&gt;lets meet 1230 hc canteen to eat lunch and kajiao juniors.&lt;br /&gt;wear hc pe uni. coz if u wear sec sch the teachers might chase u out and it wont be fun. wear home clothes and theres no kick. &lt;br /&gt;so yup...&lt;br /&gt; HC PE UNI! pls come. cya there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113621701508109761?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113621701508109761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113621701508109761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113621701508109761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113621701508109761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/01/class-outinggg.html' title='class outinggg!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113610072914374074</id><published>2006-01-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:03:57.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS time!</title><content type='html'>hey happy new year ppl! for the guys, it's time to be a man! ok don't make it sound so extreme... anyways i have some useful information gathered here for your reference on NS, including things to bring, training info n some tips you should keep in mind.(pls note i din write all of this. got them from some forum, but not the miw forum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also guys pls try to go online tonight so that we can discuss when to go to beach road to do shopping. we don't have much time, some of you are enlisting on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the &lt;strong&gt;girls&lt;/strong&gt;, those who want to see the guys enlist pls contact them directly to see if they have enough tickets for you all. as far as i know aloytan shiwei n me r all enlisting on 7th jan saturday 2.30pm, so maybe you'd like to get tix from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Necesscary items&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls also refer to the blue list given to you by mindef, as it includes items that are issued to you that you need not bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hangers and pegs &lt;br /&gt; Alarm clock &lt;br /&gt; Permanent black marker pen (important)&lt;br /&gt; writing pen &lt;br /&gt; Small lock with keys &lt;br /&gt; Washing powder and brush (for washing clothes) &lt;br /&gt; underwear (7 is more than enough) &lt;br /&gt; Solid soap, shampoo, facial foam &lt;br /&gt; Toothbrush and toothpaste &lt;br /&gt; Plastic ziplock bags (for packing clothing) &lt;br /&gt; Swimming goggle &lt;br /&gt; Spare pair of glasses for those short-sighted &lt;br /&gt; Pain relieving spray (trust me, you will need it) &lt;br /&gt; Small First Aid kit with panadol, stomach-ache pills, medication oil, bandages etc&lt;br /&gt; black tape(you need plenty of it)&lt;br /&gt; garters(one or two more)&lt;br /&gt; pt shirt(4)&lt;br /&gt; pt shorts(4)&lt;br /&gt; pt vest(4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might want to buy extra of some items issued to you as they might need more. this includes garters which are easily lost, pt training vest which you might need one or two more, etc etc... i'll update here if i get any new info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optional items &lt;br /&gt; Small radio &lt;br /&gt; Coins for buying drinks at vending machines &lt;br /&gt; rubber watch &lt;br /&gt; books (but i doubt u will have time to read, you are better off resting) &lt;br /&gt; stationeries like pen, penknife and scissor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other misc items like toilet paper, slippers, towel etc will be issued to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;program for first day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day, take fastcraft to tekong, enjoy the nice sea view. upon reaching proceed to waiting area to surrender your IC. your 11B, ID tag will be given to u. then go into auditorium. the BMTC commander will come out brief u all followed by oath taking. after that have lunch with your family at the cook house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch say goodbye to your family, after the parents have left. fall in march to company line, all your barang barang will be issued to u. check through all the stores. carry all of them to your bunk. try out your uniform, jocky cap, boots everything, too big too small sound out to your sergeant and a change will be made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after settling down, get all your stuff into the cupboard, fall in in admin attire and go for haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by admin work later, like filling up the blue booklet, more misc items like toliet paper, notebook and pen will be issued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before u know it, dinner liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Training format&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD BMT: 6 weeks PTP, 10 weeks BMT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BMT: 4 Weeks PTP, 9 weeks BMT. (with effect from Dec 2004 for PES A/B, PES C recruits still retain their syllabus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more, interval training, circuit training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New... Combat PT, Ability Group Runs, 30:60 and strength training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environmental changes: The training program now is packed than the past because a 16 week syllabus is squeezed into 13. So much so that BMT stuff are taught during your PTP phase. So during the PTP phase, you will learn partially technical handling with some companies conducting the tests during PTP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more parent visiting day and it is instead replaced by thurs to staurday enlistment and a guaranteed friday book out 2 weeks later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if during your PTP/BMT there are any public holidays, chances are that you may burn an additional weekend during the fieldcamp week. Meaning you book in on Monday and book out the 2nd saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less emphasis is placed on SOC, with only 1-2 full run downs scheduled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym training is now own time own target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the Combat PT syllabus, physical training now tend to be draggy. you usually start like at 0730 hrs, and it finishes around 1030hrs. very boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things taught in PTP and BMT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PTP ( 1 month ) &lt;br /&gt;for those who fails to obtain a silver for your NAFA/IPPT before enlistment, you will need to go for Physical Training Phase (PTP) before your BMT. u will be trained in physical exercise everyday which includes running, circuit training, gym and swimming (for those who can't swim) etc. during this period u will also be taught simple foot drills and undergo some short distance route march. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BMT ( 2 months ) &lt;br /&gt;the highlights of BMT includes, &lt;br /&gt; Foot drills and rifle drills &lt;br /&gt; Weapon handling (M16) &lt;br /&gt; Standard Obstacle Course (SOC) &lt;br /&gt; Individual Marksmanship Training (IMT) (think of it as a arcade game) &lt;br /&gt; Range (shoots with live rounds) &lt;br /&gt; Indivividual Fieldcraft (7 days field camp in the jungle of tekong) &lt;br /&gt; Grenade Throw &lt;br /&gt; SIT-test (test of your leadership skills) &lt;br /&gt; Route marches (a few 8km plus a 16km and 24km at the end of BMT) &lt;br /&gt; Basic Close Combat Training (BCCT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 4 uniform(the camo uniform) is worn with the shirt tucked out. &lt;br /&gt;Countless recruits have given instructors a laugh of their time the first time they wear the uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite goes for your admin attire. Tuck it in if you do not wish to find yourself doing push-ups on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you find yourself doing punishment for the smallest mistake (or so you thought). You instructor is covering your ass by punishing you in public. Don't believe it when they say all instructors are (insert own expletive). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... while other times, you still find yourself doing punishment for the smallest mistake in private. Don't worry, it is all in the training plan. It isn't anything personal. Your Orientation Officer will ensure that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was a recruit once. Your instructor would no doubt have stories of his own cock-ups. Milk them for it, and make your BMT seem more tolerable  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some useful things to take note: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facial wipes are good for removing camouflage cream from your face, especially during the rush before book-out after field camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing your scheduled bus at Pasir Ris is not a huge matter: just make sure that you catch the next one scheduled for the next company. There will be some mixing of companies at SFT, enough to smoke out the fact that you were late. Heck, even instructors don't care, as long as you get back there in reasonable time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help your platoon mates, even if you aren't aiming for a place in command school(OCS): You never know when you would need their help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those aiming for command school: it is important that you come across as sincere, otherwise all your fruits would come to nought when your platoon mates vote you down in Survivor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those NOT aiming for command schools: please still come across as sincere, even if you hate some particular person. I learnt it the hard way. And try not to back stab if you can help it (to those who love to play politics). It is too bloody obvious to the rest when you do that, and you will find yourself in for a huge set-up soon enough. Not to mention countless blanket-parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to iron your clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. i'll update this entry whenever i get new info. feel free to post any qns you have, even though you must rmb even I have not gone through ns yet so i cannot be too certain on some issues. if anyone has anything to add feel free to edit this entry. happy new year people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;additionally, here is an faq on sispec, ocs and bmt respectively&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sgforums.com/?action=thread_display&amp;thread_id=98006&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sgforums.com/?action=thread_display&amp;thread_id=62698&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sgforums.com/?action=thread_display&amp;thread_id=137692&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113610072914374074?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690530.post-113605261249394588</id><published>2006-01-01T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:14:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>precountdown stayover</title><content type='html'>30-31 december 2005. how very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this time around, making the words bigger on my wordpad will enable me to write more concisely, since it's like eating bigger portions of food at one go, hence the feeling of satiety comes about sooner. but as always, i won't bet on it, and you can ask doctor robert wilks for more information. he's the one who gave me some really serious surgical treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, at about waking time of 30 dec to about 3pm, there was nothing special about my day, save for the fact i was already in my hwachong pe attire trying to get out of the house to run on the school track. but i was too lazy, i had some stupid runny nose and i felt like i was going to catch a cold. furthermore, my father didn't let me bring his priceless, worth its weight in gold ps2 which i always get addicted to nowadays, to amy's, much to my chagrin and utmost despair, so in other words i was feeling quite bu shuang. you can say it's pms without the cramps. then after lunch, when the weather is good and the sun is shiny, it seemed that i can wait 2 hours and then get out to run, before getting amy her wanted cutlery before going to her house proper. but aloy teo called me and i slipped out of my pe attire and into clothes that i would be wearing for the next 25 hours. which may explain why elaine smelt something funny the next morning, when i was really wishing it wasn't me but the carpets in amy's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wasn't prepared to stay over at all, not even bringing any towels and full sets of clothing to change into, for that added feeling of freshness we all love to have when sleeping around. it just felt like some other sianned out day, when i would be playing my ps2 and getting some running and pull ups done. yet when i'm at dover meeting aloy teo, richmond and finally zp whom we didn't manage to diss for being late since he summoned us at the bus stop, clever boy, one strategic step ahead of us so to speak, it seemed that aloy teo and only a minority others won't be staying over. it does seem from the entire pacing of the afternoon at amy's, that we won't be having much of the fun and evil entertainment of staying over and stretching and testing our body systems and healths by not sleeping over, and by sleeping for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm, amy's. so the first few words that came from the guys was of course the sheer magnitude, decoration and wealth of it all. you name it, amy has it. i didn't seem to care very much, not even at the prospect of all those very nice thematically-designed private housings on our way in, or the 3-level spanning waterfall with koi pool, simply because ... well, i really didn't care. i was quite content with the state of my own home and living, even though it is not the richest abode in the whole world. really, there is no end to admiration and jealousy of those atop us, because we won't ever be at the top of the economic ladder. so, what's the point of hating your own hdb flat? there's really no end to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, while everyone is slowly coming in batches, introducing themselves inevitably with their own trademark entrances some more well-received and funnier than others (eg. whining for nothing at really high siren pitches, just smiling to everyone, shyly ambling in trying not to get noticed, start talking about their travels and beauty accessories including themselves etc.), the xbox was being played of its games just before it's being sold at a cheap bargain price to a prospective buyer in the house. burnout 3 takedown, need for speed 2 underground featuring a full-busted woman in orange low-cut and suitable for ages 3 and above (i'm sorry but there are a few things at amy's i experienced i can't get over easily), and behind us hilarious, roaring games of snap and domination games of bridge and taiti. then i played this 3 player soccer game with shiwei and aloy tan, and of course, held negative number of candles with respect to skills even though it's an entirely new game to all of us, having score zero goals of my own out of 20 in shots altogether. i'm already quite immune to negative feelings of being sucky, simply because of the sheer number of games i lose in or am bad at. and by bad, it really means the kind whereby i contribute nothing or negatively towards the score i'm playing towards, or being last in some business trading card game where apparently there's no such thing as blaming luck, you can only blame yourself. hell, i can play 10 rounds of mahjong only to HU in zero games. in fact, i can safely say i will lose in many games i play, unless there's really something very wrong with the other players. i am therefore thankful that the night consists of not many competitive gaming sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, throughout the while, especially when playing nfs 2 underground, i really wished my father had let me bring my ps2 along, and then even the girls will want to pick up the controller to play virtual guitar, as i think not many people have seen games outside of controlling mechanical robots, shooting, banging cars into side railings and other vehicles, and that involve only a psychedelic slide show in the middle and a very simple interface of coloured notes falling into place. of course, i had my own version of the same car-banging into other cars action, which was really easier to control and achieve 10 takedowns before your car gets totalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm. amy and her henchmen have started dishing out her dishes onto the dining table, and at first glance, they seriously look homemade and not worth a lot of its salt. the spaghetti can only be handled by hardcore wannabes, but when mixed properly with the tomato sauce it was sour and tangy all the same. the brinjals taste fried as if on a wok, absorbing most of the garlicky taste, the potatoes are what you can get if you do your bbq right, the giant mushroom tastes hotel-grade with the cheese on, and the tomato containers with curry fish bits simply taste exotic, if their flavours don't complement each other. the watermelon was a nice alternative to the sparkling grape juice, which tastes fakely alcoholic. lastly, after laughing at sheryl's incessant humour and antics, getting trashed by the too-pro (not in my own words) shiwei at halo 2, and getting a stupid score of 2, we went to get our dessert - tiramisu cake and chocolate nutella cake! beautiful for the tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm. time to watch soapy, melodramatic mediacorp rappers rap out their lyrics to express their heartfelt emotions regarding true love and betrayal! not the channel 5 and 8 watching me, i simply sat in on the carpet for fun, enjoying the company more than jacelyn tay. although only carine asked me to shut the hell up, i'm sure many more feel the exact same way, only to be unable to find the right words to describe how irritating i am. after a while, the scriptwriters failed to grip all our hearts, and we begun to talk to each other, share prom photos, korea photos, switzerland photos, france photos, exploits and travels. i was really trying to strike up conversation with the always-quiet yaqi, who incidentally went to nz after i returned the day before, so there was no chance of meeting her at all, even though we went to the same 3 towns on the route and no, my coach did not stall for one hour and i did not wear my nicest-looking scarf. i think only carine and elaine will know what i'm talking about, having met each other in switzerland captured and proven on the always reliable photo. there were really quite a lot of things to share about nz, because it isn't the mango, lv, prada and giorgio armani of singapore town life but handgliding, skydiving and jet boating and loads and loads and loads of mountains and clear waters everywhere you turn. when richmond and aloy tan asked if i wanted to visit 7-11, i couldn't pluck myself from the nz experience just yet and nosy emmeline chuckled to herself but i could see and hear it from afar, as just because i can't stop talking to yaqi means i like her or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm, walking down mount sinai and henry park to jelita and 7-11. richmond and aloy tan are really special company, having an unprecendented level of spontaneity, well of course in their own degrees. from school to scholarships, universities to courses of desire, bmt to sispec, ocs to loads of money and prestige and a good, good resume, there was loads to talk about, loads to share, and loads to think about together, as we're about to lose our freedom and our youth and become - of all the horrors of the world - adults. en route, i finally got wind of what they truly wanted to buy - alcohol. me? i only yearn for simple snack bars to munch on if i get hungry at night. i feel juvenile. when we were going back, they would isolate themselves outside, at the romantic balconey with the koi swimming around the moat, and drink themselves silly. while i would be joining the girls as a wuss playing games. one comment that aloy surprised me with was what girl was there to be with inside? (which was ironical on hindsight) actually i only wanted to play the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once back, we were already in 3 groups playing this charades game involving many movie titles, most of which are handwritten by notable figures of the trade, namely the very participants of the game. so most of the cheap descriptions included 'the one i wrote', 'the one they said', direct chinese translations against all rules, multiple skips without notice, just a strange name with no bearing of anything whatsoever (and people can still get it), and the best of all is yi1 qie4 jing4 zai4 bu4 yan2 zhong1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm. first it was taxi 1, then it was cut off less than halfway for taxi 3, which again was cut off less than halfway for hot chick. i learnt that anything with a chick in it involved transgenderal roles. it was hilarious and a good comedy, but here and there some pretty provoking analysis of the ideas of family, friendship and sexuality is evident. i was particularly uncomfortable with the idea of jessica's best friend falling in love with her personality but in the form of a not so good looking male physical shell, especially when the name 'spence' is used to refer to the new prototype of a person, which was all the more hair-raising. i mean, personally i won't mind lesbianism, but 'spence' was born less than a week ago and she had to fall in love with him/her already. however, the poor billy is worth everyone's sympathy. i was also pretty impressed when weilin correctly predicted the love confession of jessica's best friend to her. i thought the setting was important as a clue on the whole. movies. oh yes. 1) jessica's brother is sick and 2) rob schneider is a damn good actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 am. after some rounds of bridge, which was pretty lame actually given how awfully low the bids were for the power of the cards, like a 2 bidder had how many thousand trumps and aces and picture cards, we talked of mahjong but it never was. there was constant auto-hushing as we have neighbours who can get quite bitchy and don't hold class parties more often than we do. in the midst of passing marshmallows and japanese sweets and chocolates around, most of us visited the outdoor bar. richmond was high and on the verge of being drunk, and shiwei was happily drunk, red, and tested positive for vodka sensitivity. aloy tan could hold his liquor well though, he was talking and behaving normally as he would. on more than one occasion, jieyu would remind shiwei not to try falling off the ledge. in the end, we played the number passing game to eliminate the rest of the vodka with some coke for dilution. that didn't stop the true blue alcoholics from downing their favourite mouthfuls from time to time, though. after that, aloy tan bode us farewell as we would be seeing him for the last time. no it won't be, he just took some photos with us before we would all go for january ns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 am. while some who were occupying amy's room went ahead to bathe and disperse themselves around, we crowded round to talk rubbish, and eventually the laptop opened up to prom pictures from numerous favourite photo artists' prized and limited edition collections. i was quite critical and verbose, criticising almost everything that came my way, including carine's hair which was really blocking my view, so i snapped at her, as usual when i talk to this kind of people. huishan, for the umpteenth time, mistook my intentions and snapped back at me, telling me to behave the hell well and be nice. after that, i just decided to ignore her, for she was really spoiling the mood. after a few more photos, we started talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there would be all sorts of the seen before and never-before-seen footages of hwachong people, dolled and drawn up in their self-deemed nicest ways, concealed, powdered, puffed and coloured to picturesque perfection, until their original look was gone and a few seconds would pass before i recognised some of them. my classmates were different, though. somehow i could recognise them quickly enough not to feel self-humiliated inside. it was also worth noting that their level of makeup and artistry is high. emmeline's photos were sorted wrongly into amy's laptop, on its way to seventeen magazine for publication on the cover page. Emmeline Teaches You How To Ditch That Asshole in One Minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so prom memory is still running vibrant and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 am. most people were getting their bedsheets ready, or they simply stole them from the ground not asking for permission and getting ready to sleep, basically. the amy's room population slowly dwindled, as more people emigrated. after viewing the prom photos, amy begun to explore her computer for rubbish to look at. and lo and behold, she found not a couple of, but a whole series of an american long-running serial, into its fifth season on her laptop. queer as folk, anyone? i wonder how queer 'folk' can get, whatever folk can be. the laptop couldn't blast any dialogue, which was purportedly well-written as amy explains, and there is a storyline to follow apart from some arbitrarily gross parts, some head over heels grosser than others. amy was explaining to us what was going on, giving admirably concise and remarkably objective descriptions, such as 'hate crime', where i would be mincing my words and saying stuff, as doctor robert wilks would predict, to be something like 'oh they hate these bastards in this clubhouse, so they bombed them all to hell.' as compared to 'hate crime'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 am. apparently the opening title screen wasn't enough to cue me in on the nature of this series aired in the US. naked, muscularly well-toned young men (in trunks of course) dancing, twirling themselves to sexy perfection. actually some of the moves do look like our dear sebastian, but not as jerky and disco. two or three guys at a time embracing, kissing and making love. a well-built, radiant woman, seemingly in support of the whole affair. and the first scene of the episode, season five? two guys in the middle of the street, apparently some parking place, starting to french, german or whatever nationality or style, passionately. it is a gay show. as amy explains, everybody we would see in the show is a homosexual, mostly male, but two lesbians forming a civil partnership, and (!) later having IVF children, all going to bed all cuddly, warm and happy, as samuel puts it. i remind him what a disturbing proposition it would be for the children, who would grow up with two parents, who are a mother, and ... another mother. he asked, won't the children ask? i guess they did after that. and by the way, the radiant woman is a mom of one of the gay men, loving and supporting her gay son in all his exploits and in support of the homosexual movement. what samuel called a funky mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but there are exceptions to the gay parade. apparently, as amy explicates, this series is about 5-6 gay men and their interrelationships, their exploits and how they progress some form of storyline, which in this case is about the gay pride movement and some convention they want to hold, and of course in the process getting rejected by many hotels they looked up. any straight characters not in the gay circle are meant to be peripheral. that's a rather interesting world to live in, i guess. and of course, in the middle, homosexual affection expressed like they were a man and a woman. the best part was this sudden cut to a scene to two naked men one behind the other, of course one plugged into the other, one humping the other (you sort of get the picture by now) in great vigour, sexual excitement and forceful groans, all of which i didn't really remember after watching by myself. but what really bugged me the most, and what i did remember after watching, was that the two men were TALKING during their obligatory intercourse, as normally as they would any two normal good friends lifting dumbbells together in the gym. now THAT'S really freaky. and of course, in a good manner of american liberalism, the door goes a-knocking, and they unplug from each other, shove a towel into their crotches and open the door. their friend (sexuality i didn't remember or find out from amy) walks in, looked like he was talking about the stock market. in the midst of two gay men, sweating from the ensuing sex, and i think one of them was telling the guy who just came in about some dynamite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, though, the storyline became quite regular, when you get used to the fact that this world is not quite the same as the usual world we live in, in terms of love-making between the genders. i begun to lie on the armrest because i was getting quite tired and bored, while carine, amy and jieyu viewed his ipod for his korea pics, talked for no end, and there was one particularly interesting article that they talked about ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 am. amy talked about this mysterious junior, whom i may hunt down if she tells me who she is, whose parents are really ownage. this big house at tanglin, which has humongous toilets tiled with marble and gold, rooms of mirrors, rooms of glass, stairs of glass, don't know how many models of cars, pool tables, a swimming pool, tv screens like no other, many many bedrooms, many many long hallways, and many many, many marble statues lying about everywhere. amy went on and on on her expository, which apparently wasn't laden with unnecessary verbosity, making me wonder more than at one point whether she was talking about some resort or self-sustaining town in singapore. on confirmation, no, it's one person's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 am. sleepyheads who didn't sleep, let's go eat breakfast!! some of us went down to the basement level and caught zp up and running with his usual overnight favourite - nba on the xbox. while the breakfast goers sat down and eyed the action, i went up to check emmeline out, as she was taking her time bathing for work. by the time she opened the bathroom door, and i walked down to the basement, everybody was knocked out by the nba action that only the player himself can understand in full. amused, emmeline went to wake everyone up, and off we went, on a trip to clementi town centre, a trip that made no travelling and time-saving sense, since i didn't take my bag along with me and had to travel along the same footpath for don't know how many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am. we were welcomed into this town centre, from a slumber of a peaceful escape of amy's house and estate, by smoke, incessant hustle and bustling noise, people walking in all directions rapidly, and hawkers at the hawker centre shouting across unknown spaces. and of course, this super enthu uncle who quickly and forcefully ushered us to two specially-laden tables which sat all 8-9 of us. of course, he then quickly took drinks orders, and went off presumably quite happy at his catch this early morning. what a change of landscape, from a posh, serene resort, to a lively, heartlander area. complete with a pawnshop which did not sell sex toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of us ate porridge of some form or another, with or without an egg hatched into it. i must say richmond's chai tow kuay was really spicy and fried and nice, although carine was too stuck up to try it. in the end, jieyu had to leave, being really late for his cip (at this time?) at bishan. so, naturally more photos, can't bear to leave but must leave scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 am. we're back at amy's, and most people have woken up. many gathered around her room and her mattress, viewing her photos, her showroom-quality photos of her own home shots, her travels to sentosa with her rgs friends, and talked more about travelling. plans were transiently made about going on a 45 day camping tour, going to taiwan, or would you prefer korea, maybe hong kong is better, or let's just go to thailand and watch some transvestites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 am. now carine was behaving strangely. didn't we just have breakfast at clementi? she was starting to feel hungry and cooking instant noodles already. amy whipped up some omelette, complete with tomato bits and cheese. cheese is just THE cheat code to make things taste fuller and more high-class. and of course a few dashes of salt. amy's cooking is admirable anyway. while i went away from the table after getting bitten by mosquitoes to watch some rubbish boring nba live game, i turned around to observe the table and the people eating there, peacefully, happily and just like in one family. but stacy don't what to go for countdown party!! argh. she didn't want to watch fireworks and eat swensens after as she said earlier. on hindsight, i think that's a pretty good idea anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 am. incessant, unadulterated, nonstop talkshow action. in amy's room once again, we got ourselves driving licenses, theory tests, better gold or silver deals that had higher or lower entry fees depending on how easy you could pass the courses, and compared whether their mothers or fathers passed the test with greater ease and parked better. we raided every secondary school, each person present being of a different origin, labelled rgs angry, militant bitches, labelled sc girls demure and well-groomed, labelled chinese high guys to have hairy legs, labelled mgs girls to be bitchy and full of complaint, labelled acs guys to like to attack sc and mgs girls, labelled st nicks as having loads of butches, labelled rv and the cheenabiang school and ny not that much more westernised. all these of course could be found on some sketchbook weblog started by two jjc guys, who seem to criticise everyone in rather equal proportion. finally, we explicated the ills of overly-demure women and the good in women having their own say. that chiling lin has class and is beautiful, that angelina jolie is gorgeous but not jolin tsai and shuqi. that jacelyn tay is pretty but not ann kok. and the best was the whipping out of this magazine that categorised many female hollywood stars into their cup sizes, from A to DD+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.20 pm. finally, we really had to go home. if our parents won't shout their tops off, we would just die of exhaustion first. but i really won't mind staying another night, and taxi 3 a watch and maybe the gay shows another chance. on our way out, though, we stumbled upon three small, cute black kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal lovers of the world, unite! stacy and zp played with the kittens, which emerged from the long kow and probably their mother ditched them, but stacy was quite enthusiastic, going so far as to play with them using sticks, stroke them, make funny happy sounds to entice the cats and borrow my drinking water. we tried to ask the nearby house if the cats belonged to them. although their car was parked in the garage, there was nobody coming out to greet us. rich bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really won't give a damn about those cats if i were walking out of amy's house alone, partly because i was in a hurry to catch my father's car at clementi to pizza hut near my house for strings juniors' treat. of course, i was never an ardent fan of animals found off the roads, streets or in this case the long kow, but because i was walking with great big fans of these furry idols, and that i was quite taken in by all the love given to them, i stopped and stared. stacy even wanted to bring her cats to spca, where according to her they would have a high chance of getting adopted. at that point, i realised that humans do look out for looks in animals as well, when they decide its fate. have a cute, longing innocent pair of eyes, and it would get reared. have an ugly colour scheme that is totally unattractive, and you can almost guarantee spca would have to put it to sleep. is love for animals really an affair of looking at their exteriors first? apparently, first impressions do count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carine and i wanted very much to go home, and samuel tagged along and left the rest behind, feeling a sense of guilt leaving our more compassionate classmates behind, not even waiting for amy to get some boxes from jelita to house the cats temporarily. on the way, carine was giving her high-pitched rendition of How My Mother Bitches At Me, much to our amusement of how parents can get unfair at times. i can't agree more, but it's too bad we have to listen to them anyhow. it's always true they care about our welfare, but it's also true that most of the time, their treatment of their intentions is wrong and misplaced. it could also be due to stress at work or at home, or given to themselves by themselves. the result? just heck loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone's company. i just don't feel that i'm that close yet to anyone, or to many people, and how i wish i have 3 years of jc to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113605261249394588?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113605261249394588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113605261249394588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113605261249394588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113605261249394588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2006/01/precountdown-stayover.html' title='precountdown stayover'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113570710937465797</id><published>2005-12-28T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T02:11:49.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th</title><content type='html'>hey &lt;br /&gt;okay reconfirm ah, the gathering is on the 30th 30th 30th.&lt;br /&gt;my address is 6 holland grove terrace, maybe can meet together at dover mrt or jelita cold storage first then walk. or just take cab lah haha.&lt;br /&gt;yah its a sleepover too so you can bring pillows if you want. i'll be renting some movies and my friend taught me this game thats a cross btwn charades and taboo thats quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;anyway PLS RSVP either msg me or emme or paste on tagboard coz i will be cooking, so if you want to ensure there will be food for you, rsvp hor. merry christmas and happy new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-amyseow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113570710937465797?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113570710937465797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113570710937465797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113570710937465797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113570710937465797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/30th.html' title='30th'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113541550549920560</id><published>2005-12-24T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:12:05.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Hey everione,&lt;br /&gt;    this place is as dead as the turkey on ur Xmas dinner table... anyway... im here to announce that THE AMY has left us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc33b3127cce95b4137f46ee00000015108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MALAYSIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    so she asked me to help her publicise her New Year Party gathering at her place (before i march off to my doom in jan)... then at first she set on 29th Dec... but seems like 30th Dec better... so tentatively 30thDec... if more pple can make it on 29th then PLS SAY... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ok Merry Xmas EVERIONE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: my xmas sucks this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113541550549920560?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113541550549920560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113541550549920560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113541550549920560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113541550549920560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113526581736946298</id><published>2005-12-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:36:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settler's Cafe</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;   went to Settler's Cafe at Holland V after hearing about it for so long... haa.. it's located in a ulu lao pok corner of Holland V...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   we got the Xmas Set Dinner which was like whooping $16.90... but sort of worth it coz got lots of stuff like turkey ,desserts, drinks, soup and 2 hours of game play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc03b3127cce964180aa0ec400000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   so amy chose some stupid game called Bohnanza which involves trading of beans for gold coins... it sounds lame but then got lots of business stuff involved... like scheming to cheat pple by persuasion and empty promises... so as usual amy won!! coz she is a mercenary business person!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc03b3127cce964180a18fff00000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc03b3127cce964180ac0ec200000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look shitty in this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc03b3127cce964180ad8ff300000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc03b3127cce964180940efa00000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy log cake ice cream... i tot it was a separate log cake and a scoop of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc03b3127cce9641809b8fc500000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok No.1 for having 20 gold coins (which is represented by the cards... after scheming her way through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc03b3127cce9641809d8fc300000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2 for having like 16 gold coins??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cc03b3127cce964184e18fbd00000016108QZtmjho3cS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least im not last... 14 gold coins ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: forgot to rotate the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guess who's last... anyway its a fun place... but we only played this game properly... coz wasted so much time learning it... its ADVANCED level ok... MERRY XMAS everione!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113526581736946298?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113526581736946298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113526581736946298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113526581736946298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113526581736946298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/settlers-cafe.html' title='Settler&apos;s Cafe'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113414236736171380</id><published>2005-12-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:59:51.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM</title><content type='html'>hey i've created an online album for all of us to use. so please upload there and share the joy of your pics! its at webshots, &lt;br /&gt;username glitzyritz &lt;br /&gt;(its not cheesy okay) and &lt;br /&gt;password same as our blog password. &lt;br /&gt;if this album fills up, then use username glitzyritz2, password is same as well. must download the webshots desktop software, but trust me its a breeze to use. try to upload full size hor then we can grab the high-res shots from each other. tech idiots pls call 97843*** for technical support.&lt;br /&gt;somehow the pics dont really adequately capture the spirit of last night, hope that the vibrant memories will stay with us forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/P1010944.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTER UPLOAD HOR&lt;br /&gt;amyseow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113414236736171380?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113414236736171380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113414236736171380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113414236736171380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113414236736171380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/prom.html' title='PROM'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113396916408819876</id><published>2005-12-07T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:28:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money matters</title><content type='html'>hey pple... juz to let u guys noe... i've officially closed e cls funds... so tt means... no more asking of $$ from me cuz... there's no $$ left! pls take note of this.. yuppz... ttz all... haf fun at prom tmr pple! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ur beloved cls treasurer, signing off for e last time... (next time it'll just be me! haha..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113396916408819876?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113396916408819876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113396916408819876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113396916408819876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113396916408819876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/money-matters.html' title='money matters'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113380409067382379</id><published>2005-12-06T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:34:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom rm</title><content type='html'>eh guys... this thurs rite... i gotta check in at ritz at 2pm k. so i'll check in wif shiwei first. den u all meet somewhere near eat first? at 2.20 liddat (if no delay), i'll call u all den u come up a few at a time lor. SAMUEL is in charge of meeting the guys at marina or somewhere near at &lt;b&gt;2pm&lt;/b&gt;. so every1 contact him. i'll meet shiwei earlier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LASTLY and most IMPORTANTLY...&lt;/b&gt; BRING MONEY!!!!!!! 29 each k! i absorb 1 dollar. hahahah.. exact change if u can!! i'm not a coin machine.. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e girls go call stacy. heard she's checkin in at 1pm. kiasu. haha. jk :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloy aloy aloy aloy... wootz... bored..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113380409067382379?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113380409067382379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113380409067382379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113380409067382379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113380409067382379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/prom-rm.html' title='prom rm'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113360729967094059</id><published>2005-12-03T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:55:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!! haha</title><content type='html'>Yo ppl! tmr u all can come anytime after 5 la k. anyway, for instructions on how to come.. refer to e last post k.. when u reach the bus stop, just call my hse at &lt;b&gt;64676289&lt;/b&gt;.. my hp no talk time le. haha. or u can try to remember wat e map looks like and just walk in... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wanna play table tennis rite.. bring a couple of bats, i only have 2 i tink.. den come earlier at 5 to play? dark alrdy quite hard to play... no light. haha. Those bringing food pls dun forget...  &lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll be ordering some curry chicken in a bun thingy.. and i made konyaku jelly ribena flavour.. yep.. so those ppl on diet, stop dieting for 1 day... anyway, u eat alrdy den i can lend u my mum's oto trimax belt thingy. wahahaha... so just come and eat... yep yep.. seeya peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy Aloy Aloy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113360729967094059?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113360729967094059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113360729967094059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113360729967094059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113360729967094059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/party-time-haha.html' title='Party Time!! haha'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113351080313062817</id><published>2005-12-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:06:43.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75 wargames</title><content type='html'>29 november, tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i was the first guy to be there. the girls were already busying themselves in the girl's toilet, obviously filling up water bombs, but not many people know about it at all. well, at least those who weren't supposed to know didn't know. while the rest did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wait was really boring. i tried to sleep on the class bench, after having hit the streets in the morning for a movie already, but i simply can't ignore elaine and weilin walking over, which was excitement itself already. liyu didn't exactly welcome me into the girls' toilet to help out, which is really quite an ironical thing on hindsight. then the two SAT boys (haven't you heard? the newest and hottest boyband in town) came in their characteristic brown sack attire, which all their fans loved for all these years. what were they doing in the library just now?? obviously, they aren't called the SAT boys for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really, really freaking late. the average person was late by half an hour. and anyway, if they came, it was achievement already. anyway, well done 75! most people in our class are achievers after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started raining though, first a drizzle, then a rain. we became progressively wetter in the field, but we didn't expect ourselves to get any wetter, i suppose, which is again an irony. we retreated to the shelter to talk rubbish, and observed as steam rose from the ground, and some even thought it was fumigation, but it did look it. finally, it was clear enough and we hit the hot fields to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captain's ball-basketball fusion anyone? it's quite nice i don't have to be the captain again, since being tall is prime excuse to put me out of the running field. the poor nets have to take this dubious honour for me. the teams did feel awfully imbalanced, as for once of only a few rare times, the team i'm in is actually scoring more points than huishan. sorry samuel, but i didn't really explicitly say that you suck. somehow i thought that we should modify the rules so that simply hitting the board will score, since we will just keep on rebounding until the cows come home. soon there were more and more people joining us, red-haired emmeline and purple-haired stacy, who is ever so excited whenever she catches the ball and starts asphyxiating again. and of course, jian an who's back from cruise and looks paler than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the girls soon went off, presumably to check the hall but didn't. the guys sat down at the canteen floor while watching samuel and jian an quarrel their way to the vending machines. so now you know what we were doing. we were just missing the popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 1&lt;br /&gt;we REALLY wanted to play monkey in the central plaza, but richmond really didn't dare to taupok uncle chong, who will be easily pwned. anyway, the cakes were out and we were singing happy birthday at the class bench. some of us slipped away to grab our first few water bombs and started bombing the SAT boys! most notable in this round is weidi's 3-hit combo chasing matthew down the central plaza. that was serious ownage man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 2&lt;br /&gt;oh no, the water bombs are exhausted! but the red buckets holding them can be filled AND RE-filled! so there was a frenzy of filling and emptying on others. soon the craze was to use cold water from the water cooler. i got an icy splash down the corner, and in the process lost grip of my own bucket! that was almost a kill to aloysius teo. gratuitous destruction, folks. somehow, samuel loves getting his ass stripped, and that was what happened, to the clicking of many cameras and the excitement of many XX genotypes, when samuel was half-naked when milton and i drowned his dryness to death, dissipating the crowd and leaving a wake of destruction and ... OMIGOD WET HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live report from the scene - elaine: "look! we can see his buttcrack! (just a little bit though)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 3&lt;br /&gt;there were more betrayals of buckets of water, but the ultimate motive of the Y chromosomes was to wet the XXs, who cleverly used their estrogens to think of a plan - sit at our bags!! which is really clever, until we began blatantly stealing away our bags from under their noses. i got hold of anything that holds water - a stray water bottle on a class bench, which i used as my weapon of choice. then the girls decided to flee to their sanctuary, which was supposedly and moral-wise, sacred grounds which are not meant to be violated. so there the siege began. at first, the girls were inexperienced to the art of war, and frequently visited the lair's entrance, only to be met with splashes of water and maniacal laughter. some of us even treaded on holy grounds, only to be met by the repulsive screams of the sirens and holy spirits within. light flicks also triggered more screams. huishan watched all these action intently, with no one even thinking of touching her. see? i wanna be a reporter next time. suddenly, the girls decided to rush us, only to get hopelessly ambushed and drenched in water. and only emmeline ran around, getting soaked up all the way, until she was one wet mess in the central plaza where she gave up. so we thought there had to be some sort of ceasefire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 4&lt;br /&gt;when we thought it was enough, there were evil plans brewing to strip matthew the birthday boy. and boy does he scram ahead fast! all types of flanking maneuvres, direct head-on chases, and stealth techniques have resulted in failure. from the auditorium entrance to the tennis courts, loop around the right to the chinese high arc down the road to the bus stop, we could only choke at the dust clouds he left behind. we were beat, and news arrived from the battlefront we abandoned (being not very experienced warriors ourselves) that we were really beaten this time! our bags have been stolen and taken hostage in the girls' toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 5&lt;br /&gt;we had to abandon matthew for now and run back to the XX battlefront. this time, we were desperate for our bags and really wanted to get them back, but we know we can't do it unless the girls have their fun pwning us with water. there were even plans to do stripteases in the toilet, but it's really a bad idea to meet XX with XXX. besides, we're not that cheap stuff. again, we turned off the lights and on again, exchanged some water blows, but this time the girls were smarter and have gained two level-ups over the course of just now's battle. our strikes were much more surgical and we had to do a lot more strategic hiding in corners to avoid getting hit or screamed at. suddenly, we were met with new technology in weapons - wet tissue bombs which are barely explosive, water with added alkalinity to boost lubrication (i have no idea what the girls were thinking), and even sanitary pads with pink excreta/protective zones (we really can't tell)! are we going to go all the way down low to throwing up our underwear in sacrifice of this unholy war? or should we have made explosive condoms instead? either way, our desperation and 'tactics' and experiences in computer games have led us to make one final rush - the lights went off, on again, and there we rushed into a headlong of screams which were absolutely deafening. jian an rushed into the bags, deep into the unholy lair, risking all his chastity and being as sacrilegious as sacrilegious could have been, and threw our loot back out. the girls retaliated, splashing water in all directions, and the ceiling light was smashed down. it was a total war zone. and it was also the atomic bomb which signalled the end of the war. there was a ceasefire for good, and we regained our bags in peace. but there was one reason why our ipod nanos, wallets, cameras and 24k gold (i dunno who has) have risked wetting, breakage and loads and loads of collisions being thrown about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 6&lt;br /&gt;so the supposedly stealthy, afraid-to-lose-his-chastity matthew has gone up to return some keys at the HUI SUO (TM). we lay in wait of our fruit, dying to peel it open, because the stomium has failed to develop. the girls thought i gave a really lengthy account of why matthew deserves to be bonned, but it was quite true that if he didn't draw us away and kindly got raped after our battle of the toilet, we won't have to bear sanitary pads and wet tissue bombs which didn't explode, on our faces. we thought he may have gone down by another stairway, knowing very absolutely well our character, which meant he WILL kana hong. sadly, he did come down the same stairway he went up from, and there we were, progressively pouncing up on him and pinning it down the stairs. the beast morphed and required nine men to get down, but there was simply no way out for his shirt. we pulled its hand out and it stuck it back into the sleeve hole. we pulled its head out and it looped its own head back into the collar. there was simply no way out until we confused him and pulled his limbs and got out the shirt almost entirely, until the right arm which remained contorting and twisting to prevent complete stripping - of the shirt only. all attempts at pulling off the pants have been met with ultimate disgust, of discovering a safety knot which acted as a chastity belt. the best part was that the beast itself called for its own rest breaks, and being really tired ourselves, we actually obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what felt like a shower and a change, with most of us having wet hair and many of us having wet underpants, and even more people having swampy, marshy shoes and feet, we happily hit the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dinner was not so eventful, except that the girls did find us a long bench of seats which united everyone, which was great. carine, clean and sparkly, white and spunky, came along and greeted us with out-of-place sunshine. little did she know, she was talking to a bunch of crazy monsters who battled each other over territory, holiness and 24k gold just 2 hours ago, and she said she doesn't like ball games. who said we were playing ball games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we were led by zp with a truckload of pool tickets, and went to lucky plaza to play pool. initially i wanted to write this silly account that same night, hence i wanted to go home early. i also wanted to play ps2 and have a good rest all in one, but it was really impossible when i was enthused into playing "just for a little while lah" and couldn't stop until we had to. you see, if not because i gave samuel a piece of my mind, telling him he's very desperate to win and supposedly breaking his fragile little heart, i wouldn't have planned to stay to play another game with his team so that i can swallow up all his 'yess' and 'shits' all the while making silly aiming mistakes myself and letting him win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ultimately, i just didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we closed at 10.30, and so did lucky plaza and the rest of the world, as encapsulated by the ever-bustling, supposedly never-sleeping town all us immature youngsters love to hunker around in, as everywhere in the complex we turned, we were met with closed doors that never open, even if you use a chainsaw. so we got desperate and started running, to avoid last place in the game of amazing race. but no matter how hard we ran, we would be first place and last place at the same time, because we would be able to get home at around the same time as if we didn't run and just walked amidst the raining landscape. through drizzling streets, darkened tunnels and lifeless underground walkways, we squeezed amongst equally home-bound people, into subways and buses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113351080313062817?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113351080313062817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113351080313062817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113351080313062817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113351080313062817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/75-wargames.html' title='75 wargames'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113345614543970820</id><published>2005-12-02T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:13:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>samuel's birthday!</title><content type='html'>sam's bday as told through pictures from liyu's cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;getting ready the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00051.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to our class metro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00053.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be more manly next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00055.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act cute... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00056.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to elaine too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00057.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00059.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm before the storm... the look of innocence... all about to disappear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00060.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hell breaks loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*censored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirt is off in a record of about 12 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00061.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00063.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00065.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*censored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00067.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally some signs of progress with the pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/DSC00069.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aftermath... what samuel looked like after he was ravaged... but i bet he is secretly happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's all. happy birthday sam n elaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. some pictures have unfortunately been censored due to their explicit nature and adult-themed content. if you are above the legal age and wish to view them please privately contact richmond for the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113345614543970820?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113345614543970820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113345614543970820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113345614543970820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113345614543970820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/12/samuels-birthday.html' title='samuel&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y52/zpheng/samuel%20birthday/th_DSC00049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690530.post-113334275825512570</id><published>2005-11-30T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:25:58.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1024/DSC00047.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/400/DSC00047.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt; the girls relatively unharmed after all the toilet wars and betrayal by the guys!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; 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title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113334245229498430</id><published>2005-11-30T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:24:15.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1024/DSC00028.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/400/DSC00028.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; samuel after the gang rape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113334245229498430?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113334245229498430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113334245229498430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113334245229498430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113334245229498430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/samuel-after-gang-rape.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113334215116132454</id><published>2005-11-30T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:15:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1024/DSC00023.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/400/DSC00023.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt; oh man..wad an eyesore..the coloured undies again!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113334215116132454?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113334215116132454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113334215116132454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113334215116132454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113334215116132454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_113334215116132454.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113334195807048085</id><published>2005-11-30T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:12:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1024/DSC00022.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/400/DSC00022.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;many many hands on samuel!! helpless samuel screams in pain!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113334195807048085?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113334195807048085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113334195807048085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113334195807048085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113334195807048085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_113334195807048085.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113332560544731174</id><published>2005-11-30T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:56:01.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funky 75 :)</title><content type='html'>hehe.. juz blogged n tot mite as well paste my recount of fun yesterday here b4 memories fade n everyone's path diverge. pardon me if it sounds like a biased account. (u can delete dis entry if u wan) haha.. female power! so yep, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fun time in the aftn in sch! it was pretty desolate before our class arrived and brought life to the place. went to get two slices of delicious mango cake from Bengawan Solo n the girls were filling water bombs in girls' toilet when i reached. we played captain's ball when the boys arrived n fiddled arnd wiv elaine bro's whistling frisbee while waiting..duno how to control properly...tot dis kinda childhood game is supposed to b pretty easy to handle haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained. n for the 1st time, i saw cloud-like vapour forming above the grounds of our bball n volleyball courts (: beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa the most exciting part had to be the bombing attack after the bday cake for richmond n matthew. it was a nice end to our JC life..cos it was somewhat a simulation of orientation when our class first came together :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splat. whoosh. ah! the mischievous boys went to fill buckets full of water to splash at the girlsssss...bah. dats when i 1st got wet by jian an's pail of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the smart girls dat we all are, we retreated to the class bench where everyone's bags were to prevent being splashed. instead, we watched a comedy of samuel being stripped n an R(A) exhibit of other guys trying to strip each other.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came to a point where the girls had to scream n run to the toilet wiv our bags. cos the boys started splashing pails of water on us again. hilarious. thinking dat we wld b scared, they turned off the lights from outside. dere were screams from the cubicles where we all hid to protect ourselves from the guys who were splashing buckets of water from the entrance of the girls' toilet. haa... we're not stupid kae.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite being severely disadvantaged due to our lack of ammunition, (the boys has gained possession of all pails available, leaving us wiv a super short hose n a water source dat cannot b turned on) we, undaunted female warriors, improvised n used wet tissues to throw at the guys in the dark. our monstrous enemies were turning on and off the lights every now and then, hoping to terrorise us but in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to put an end to this battle of the sexes and to get ourselves out of the stuffy toilet, some bright spark boldly declared a sanitary pad war if dey dun get away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they din. so yea, some disgusting piece of stuff was thrown at them =S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then, we were holding their bags as hostages. -grinz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n when dey finally barge in to try to retrieve their bags, the girls displayed our one-and-only prowess which has neva failed to immobilize the guys - we SCREAMED and SCREAMED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha... at one point, emmeline pretended to cry, making loud bawling noises which muz haf hit at least a hundred decibels. at dat moment, she shared an uncanny resemblance to Harry Potter's moaning Mytle in the toilet *grinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weidi led the guys in. armed wiv pails n an act-innocent face, they said dey merely wanted their bags back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyu shouted at them to back off wiv an authoritative voice which helped to impede their advances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other girls were smartly putting away the bags to behind the doors of the cubicles to prevent them from getting wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz kept using my water bottle to splash water at them when dey came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did not forget the clean-up :) was so much easier to clean-up this mess than the one the entire school population created during orientation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind... &lt;br /&gt;a toilet cleaner than before, &lt;br /&gt;a dustbin full of plastic bombs and wet tissues, &lt;br /&gt;and many buckets full of screams, sweat, laughter, tears, and memories, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we trudged off to orchard road...and to a new phase of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male terrorists: weidi, herbert, aloy tan, samuel, jian an, zhan pei, richmond, matthew, aloy teo n milton! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female warriors of yesterday: liyu, yaqi, emmeline, stacy, daphne, elaine, huishan n me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====awaits the grand finale prom with bated breath===== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the party at aloy's place n take more photos so those not arnd can 'experience' the fun thru' the photos! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*off to perth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;   wl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113332560544731174?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113332560544731174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113332560544731174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113332560544731174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113332560544731174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/funky-75.html' title='funky 75 :)'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113326442589053448</id><published>2005-11-29T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:40:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fooodie fooodie!</title><content type='html'>hey ppl.. faster confirm wat to brng leh. or else no food!! ok. now matt,milton, zp bringing drinks and chips. no need those anymore...   &lt;br /&gt;-yaqi bringing fishball&lt;br /&gt;-elaine bringing bee hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL. SEE LA! u all only eat fishball and beehoon ah! faster volunteer to bring la!! maybe u all can like share among a couple of ppl... go some place buy 1 big serving... ok? faster confirm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113326442589053448?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113326442589053448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113326442589053448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113326442589053448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113326442589053448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/fooodie-fooodie.html' title='fooodie fooodie!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113309889014972219</id><published>2005-11-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:41:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyo</title><content type='html'>can you believe im using operon mini on my new k750i to blog this!! trying out... so cool... yeahness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113309889014972219?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113309889014972219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113309889014972219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113309889014972219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113309889014972219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/heyo.html' title='heyo'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113298246105816841</id><published>2005-11-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:21:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ritz rm...</title><content type='html'>eh guys sorry man. richmond going china the next day.. so he's not staying..so now each one gotta pay 32.333333333333333333333333333 dollars k. just bring 33 la. hahaa.. dun forget k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113298246105816841?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113298246105816841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113298246105816841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113298246105816841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113298246105816841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/ritz-rm.html' title='ritz rm...'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113294330133483936</id><published>2005-11-26T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T02:48:29.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERATION! wootz!!</title><content type='html'>Yo ppl... wootz! exams are over! (sorry shiwei, not u :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyyyywway.... my parents going overseas next wk.. so we're gonna have a class gathering (and stay over if u want)at my hse. its time to PARTY!!! ahah. so unless something happens and my parents don't go... heh... you're all invited to have dinner and stay over on the 4th Dec (sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so anyway, Liyu says we have some money left from class fund... so we're gonna use tt to order some food like satay... etc. then every1 else has to bring something... pot-luck k. so wat u wanna bring.. u faster tell me... or i'll tell u what to bring :P (ABALONE!) Heh heh. So some ppl pls volunteer to bring stuff like fried rice beehoon etc... if u got special recipe, pls cook and bring. haha. but this does not apply to serene. Serene, whatever u bring, pls make sure its not cooked by u. :P And pls dun tell me 5 ppl wanna bring drinks.. lol. unless each of u buy like a bottle of wine. haha... and dun bring beer. i got some at home alrdy. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do...&lt;br /&gt;-my ancient PS1, but got dance mat. haha. &lt;br /&gt;-can ask some1 bring xbox or ps2 or wad.&lt;br /&gt;-liyu can bring mahjong...&lt;br /&gt;-there's a table tennis table in the garage..&lt;br /&gt;-if u wanna play any LAN game just bring.. i got 2 coms on LAN&lt;br /&gt;-u can play wif my guitars... heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;-u can bring cards to play cos i duno where mine are..&lt;br /&gt;-u can feed yourself to astro if u have excess meat (e.g. serene and her cellulite baggage..)&lt;br /&gt;-u can sing us a song... i somehow have wireless microphones and an amplifier.. lol&lt;br /&gt;-u can self entertain...&lt;br /&gt;-u can entertain.... &lt;br /&gt;aiya.. do watever shit u want la. heh. just dun mess up too much or i'll feed u to astro. &lt;br /&gt;oh. u can also help me to pack my rm. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep... so pls faster tell me what u wanna bring.. haha.. &lt;b&gt;sms me.. first come first serve...&lt;/b&gt; i'll be buying some of that golden pillow stuff.. haha.. and also &lt;b&gt;sms me if u not coming.. staying over or not&lt;/b&gt;...... den can roughly tell u all how much to buy k.. tell me all these by next... WEDNESDAY? and spread the msg around to those ppl who nv come online. lol. if u dun tell me by wed... den if we need beehoon.. den u gotta go find. haha. or cook k. :P since every1 so free now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location&lt;/b&gt;: Aloy's home. 15 Jalan Siantan. (its damn ulu-ated), so either u come by car.. cab... or u walk 10 mins from the bus stop. since i was so bored.. there's a map here for u ppl. especially ppl who have no sense of direction and can't even find their seats in class :P like elaine. wahaha :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/tanaloysius/hsemap.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red dots are bus stops along Sixth avenue. u should stop at the bus stop near the cross junction. den walk along the red arrow to the blue dot which is my hse. ignore the stupid red star. haha. there are buses 156, 77 and 970 there. if u take from bukit timah to sixth ave direction, den u dunneed to cross e road... those who duno how to go.. take 156 from sch bus stop, then count 7 bus stops including the school bus stop. the 7th one is the one u stop at. just in front of the traffic light at the cross junction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk.. u can come anytime after 4pm la. can come play table tennis or wad if u want. okie? &lt;b&gt;remember the food! &lt;/b&gt;or u all eat dog food! haha. i got a big 10kg bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. impt &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; e guys.. all stayin at the ritz rm rite? pls bring 29 bucks too k.. i think if i carry $300 on that nite a bit inconvenient. heh. bring 30 if ur happy :) cos i don't have no change dudes! :P &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloy Aloy ALoy.. wootx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113294330133483936?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113294330133483936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113294330133483936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113294330133483936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113294330133483936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/liberation-wootz.html' title='LIBERATION! wootz!!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113239046953359095</id><published>2005-11-19T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T16:37:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ppl! some ah beng jokes to entertain you all!!! the end is nearing!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Ah Beng go to a movie with his 18 friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because below 18 not allowed Lah ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng wants to buy a TV set. He goes to a shop. &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "Do you have color TV ?" &lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl : "Yes !" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "Give me a green one, please " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng is filling up an application form for a job. &lt;br /&gt;He supplied the information for the columns on Name, Age,Address etc. &lt;br /&gt;Then he comes to column on "Salary Expected", but he is not sure of the question. &lt;br /&gt;After much thought, he writes " Yes " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng goes to a store and sees a shiny object. &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "What is that shiny object ?" &lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl : "That is a thermos flask." &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "What does it do ?" &lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl : "It keeps hot things hot and cold things cold" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "I'll buy it" &lt;br /&gt;The next day, Ah Beng goes to work with his thermo flask &lt;br /&gt;Boss : "What is that shiny object ?" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "It's a thermos flask." &lt;br /&gt;Boss : "What does it do ?" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "It keeps hot things hot and cold things cold" &lt;br /&gt;Boss : "What do you have in it !?" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "Two cups of coffee and one cup of ice cream" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After photocopied documents, Ah Beng always compares it with the original for spelling mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng always smiles during lightning storms because he thinks his picture is being taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't Ah Beng dial 911? &lt;br /&gt;Because he can't find the number 11 (eleven) on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng had just bought a new computer and was using it. &lt;br /&gt;When he encountered some problems. He decide to use the 'Help' command after some tries. &lt;br /&gt;Soon after, he became very irritated and called the computer retailer for support. &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "I press the 'F1' key for help lah, but it's been over half an hour and still nobody come and help me Lah?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng with two red ears went to his doctor. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked him what had happened to his ears and he answered, "I was ironing a shirt and the phone ring lah, &lt;br /&gt;but instead of picking up the phone, I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it to my ear, lah" &lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear !" the doctor exclaimed in disbelief. "But .. what happened to the other ear ?" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng answered : "That stupid dumbo called back, lah!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng talk to a long-distance telephone operator. &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME THE TIME DIFFERENCE BETWEEN Taipei AND LAS VEGAS ?" &lt;br /&gt;Operator: "JUST A MINUTE..." &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "THANK YOU lah" AND PUTS DOWN THE PHONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing a 250 pieces jigsaw puzzle he'd been working on for quite some time, &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng proudly shows off the finished puzzle to a friend. &lt;br /&gt;"It took me ONLY 5 MONTHS TO DO IT", Ah Beng brags. &lt;br /&gt;"FIVE MONTHS ? THAT'S TOO LONG", the friend exclaims. &lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE A FOOL." Ah Beng replies, "SEE THIS BOX, IT IS WRITTEN FOR 4-7 YRS". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a bar in New York, the man to Ah Beng's left tells the bartender, "JOHNNIE WALKER, SINGLE" and his companion says, "JACK DANIELS, SINGLE". &lt;br /&gt;The bartender approaches Ah Beng and asks, "AND YOU, SIR?" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng replies : "Tan Ah Beng, MARRIED lah"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113239046953359095?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113239046953359095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113239046953359095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113239046953359095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113239046953359095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-ppl-some-ah-beng-jokes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113237688771603714</id><published>2005-11-19T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:08:07.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACTIVITIESSSSSSSS!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey eberibody,&lt;br /&gt;     im here to do the most exciting thing after ONE WHOLE YEAR of EXAMS!! Lets PLAN ACTIVITIES!! staying in this increasingly urbanised city (sounds like GP which we dun ever have to do again), there are limited things we can do... dun tell me about going to sungei buloh or watever Bukit Timah mountain climbing... not in the mood yet for such extreme nature stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1) HARRY POTTER GOF (but many pple including aloy tan and xiaxue says it SUCKS... but                i dun care) on MONDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Disney's CHICKEN LITTLE (a geek chick which looks chic... rhymes leh... actually more of cute)&lt;br /&gt;3) CHRONICLES OF NARNIA (or NaoHia *hokkien* according to zp)&lt;br /&gt;4) KIGN KONG (sounds like a good remake)&lt;br /&gt;5) ZATHURA (space version of Jumanji... looks good)&lt;br /&gt;6) tot THE EXORCISM OF EMILY ROSE looks good... but i scared like the exocist (i know there is no spewing of green slime this time)&lt;br /&gt;7) more more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1) Preparation for prom (buy stuff: shoes, jacket, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2) Sentosa (lets go again... can ask juniors also like last time)&lt;br /&gt;3) Pool (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;4) Ice- skating (say so many times liao)&lt;br /&gt;5) BUFFET!!!! KU-SHING-BO (123, 321)&lt;br /&gt;6) erm WILD WILD WET??&lt;br /&gt;7) crash juniors CHALET??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls add on to the list...&lt;br /&gt;back to mugging Bio after a few moments of bliss imagining things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113237688771603714?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113237688771603714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113237688771603714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113237688771603714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113237688771603714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/activitiessssssss.html' title='ACTIVITIESSSSSSSS!!!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113232093279428178</id><published>2005-11-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:35:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams need to end NOOOWWW..</title><content type='html'>i'm am soooo bloody sian-ified by the exams. bio is borriiinnggg... but anyway. check out this pic. astro is cool! suck that serene! haha. gd luck for bio every1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/tanaloysius/astrosunglasses.bmp" HEIGHT=300 WIDTH=300&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113232093279428178?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113232093279428178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113232093279428178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113232093279428178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113232093279428178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/11/exams-need-to-end-nooowww.html' title='exams need to end NOOOWWW..'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113058182379993718</id><published>2005-10-29T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T18:30:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do we know him?</title><content type='html'>in an attempt to verify that lameshit jj motto i plugged onto my tag below, i went to google for the jj webbie. guess what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jurongjc.moe.edu.sg/the_college_principal.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese high guys, if you take a moment to think for a few seconds, you will realise who the_college_principal actually is. for the girls, he's not a loanshark or a fishmonger ... but i had no idea, actually, why some ppl in class complained about his administration when he was still onboard. when i clicked on that link, however, i realised why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at all the funky abbreviations for the numerous policies implemented. it was enough to gather these from the article, so i stopped probing on. maybe that's why the students didn't understand explicitly what HIT and MISS apparently meant at first glance. they could have mistaken them for some funky abbreviations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, i verified the school 'motto' under the school song. i really have no idea what it is, but it seems to be infused into the haemoglobin of every glycolysis-respiring jj-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113058182379993718?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113058182379993718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113058182379993718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113058182379993718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113058182379993718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-we-know-him.html' title='do we know him?'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113050902936928120</id><published>2005-10-28T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:17:09.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame maths question</title><content type='html'>JJC prelim 2005 maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30a)(part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an artillery firing, hitting a target is known as a "hit" and missing a target is known as a "miss". The probability that the first round hit a target is 0.6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they think we are idiots? this is so condescending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113050902936928120?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113050902936928120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113050902936928120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113050902936928120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113050902936928120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/lame-maths-question.html' title='lame maths question'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113041211372082973</id><published>2005-10-27T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:21:53.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod nano</title><content type='html'>how could they do this to a ipod nano!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://arstechnica.com/reviews/hardware/nano.ars/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again... this proves ipod nano is certainly worth its price. for those physics fanatics, check out page 4 of the article where they did a dissection of the ipod nano. overall a pretty good review of ipod nano if you are considering buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again... we guys buy ipod nano for wad? gonna go army soon, no one will be so stupid to bring into camp n kenna stolen =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113041211372082973?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113041211372082973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113041211372082973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113041211372082973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113041211372082973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/ipod-nano.html' title='ipod nano'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-113021736713119078</id><published>2005-10-25T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:23:49.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>metros are going downhill!</title><content type='html'>Metrosexual man bows to red-blooded ubersexuals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Harris in New York &lt;br /&gt;Sunday October 23, 2005 &lt;br /&gt;The Observer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good news for traditional American men. The metrosexual is dead: long live the ubersexual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dominating US style and fashion for several years, the ideal of the modern male as someone who cared about fashion and skin care as much as a woman did is about to be swept aside by a return to old-fashioned, masculine values: fine wines, cigars and red-blooded heterosexuality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ubersexuals are confident, masculine and stylish, and committed to uncompromising quality in all areas of life,' said Marian Salzman, co-author of a new book, The Future of Men &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salzman, a vice-president of the global advertising firm JWT, is the trend-spotter who first promoted the rise of the metrosexual, a term lauded and derided in equal measure, as it described a new sort of man who aped women's tastes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, however, maleness has hit back, she says. While metrosexuals were obsessed with self-image and lifestyle, the ubersexual is politically aware and passionate about real world causes. The metrosexual has women who are his best friends, while the ubersexual respects women but retains men as his closest confidants. The metrosexual grooms his hair: the ubersexual grooms his mind. The metrosexual reads Vogue and Cosmo, the ubersexual the Economist and the New Yorker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity metrosexuals include Jude Law, Orlando Bloom and David Beckham, whose good looks can be seen as slightly womanly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ubersexual counterparts include George Clooney, Donald Trump, Pierce Brosnan and Bill Clinton, who are fashionable and wear tasteful clothes, but are unashamedly masculine, not least in their often complicated and very heterosexual lifestyles. Salzman's book proclaims the world's leading ubersexual as the rock star and anti-poverty campaigner Bono. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this is unlikely to provide much comfort for the ordinary man, who is now being told to dump his feminine side and try to become an alpha male. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ubersexuals are the most attractive and compelling men of their generations. They are confident, masculine and stylish,' she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, any men hoping that drinking beer and watching football on TV will be back in vogue have had their ambitions dashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Future of Men warns that being an ubersexual is not a licence for bad behaviour. 'Ubersexuals do not give into the stereotypes that give guys a bad name, such as disrespect towards women, emotional emptiness, ignorance of anything outside sports, beer and burgers,' said Salzman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubersexuality has caused a stir in areas of American cultural life not normally bothered by fashion trends. Rush Limbaugh, the notorious 'shock jock', recently mused that ubersexuals sounded rather like him. 'This is what men were before feminism came and neutered them,' he thundered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salzman probably did not have Limbaugh in mind. But some female commentators - and probably many other women - are celebrating the passing of the metrosexual. 'What woman wants to compete with a man for mirror time?' asked Jenice Armstrong, a columnist on the Philadelphia Daily News . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source: The Guardian) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor samuel... you're a dying breed... must put in zoo to preserve...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-113021736713119078?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/113021736713119078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=113021736713119078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113021736713119078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/113021736713119078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/metros-are-going-downhill.html' title='metros are going downhill!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112999683060693702</id><published>2005-10-22T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:00:30.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the magical room</title><content type='html'>this is what happens... at 8pm in the reading room. when you have been cooped up in here for the past 10 hours, breathing other muggers' recycled air, and hardly any oxygen is reaching your poor addled brain. you thank god for small mercies, and the smallest prospect of CHOCOLATE inspires rapture and some extent of savagery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME THE TIM TAM! I MUST HAVE IT, I MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/DSC00076s.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nibbles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/DSC00078s.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha mug hard everyone&lt;br /&gt;amyseow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112999683060693702?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112999683060693702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112999683060693702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112999683060693702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112999683060693702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/magical-room.html' title='the magical room'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112965157838641888</id><published>2005-10-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:17:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Sch 14th Oct'05</title><content type='html'>Heyz,&lt;br /&gt;no one posted about the last day of sch with pictures... our blog so dead and wordy now ar... after requesting from the veri unhelpful amy to send pics for like a gazillionth time, she finally sent some over... so here r some pics taken in sch and at Manhatten Fish Market at Plaza Singapure... the food there not bad although its a lower class of Fish n CO... and we should apologise sincerely to the unfortunate diners there who suai suai go same time as us... sorri for wasting ur money coz we ruined the AMBIENCE that day... too bad actually,*oops* i mean so bad ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e5666c5b6c00000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats the first word u wanted to say when u saw this gruesome pic... GUI3 ARRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e566625b6200000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e56679da4900000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanru try to move backwards so her face looks smaller... but it still looks normal to me... that means if never move veri BIG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e56667da5700000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRAS!!! photographer turned into subject of photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e5666bda5b00000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Manhatten Fish Market... so dark one... the back wall playing video of fish documentries... so apt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e566505b5000000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning our food on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e5665a5b5a00000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMSS!! Manhatten Seafood Platter for 2!! see liao drool all over again now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e566465b4600000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can pls stop copying my nice pose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5ce39b3127cce94e56643da7300000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all everione... hope we can have more photos to post next time... should be doing physics now but then post a while lah... jia you and mug hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112965157838641888?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112965157838641888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Probable Bio Topics For A's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (supplied by ms wang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Structured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Genetics, dihybrid, 9:3:3:1 ratio&lt;br /&gt;- Cellular respiration, aerobic vs anaerobic&lt;br /&gt;- Evolution, Darwinism&lt;br /&gt;- Mutation in the case of translation&lt;br /&gt;- Transport in mammals, ODC, Cardiac cycle&lt;br /&gt;- Nervous system, action potential transmission, synaptic transmission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Biomolecules, carbo, lipids, proteins, water&lt;br /&gt;- Membrane structure to function in celluar respiration and photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;- Ecology, nitrogen cycle&lt;br /&gt;- Homeostasis, kidney and dialysis&lt;br /&gt;- Recombinant DNA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112956239092963599?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112956239092963599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112956239092963599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112956239092963599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112956239092963599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/bio.html' title='bio'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112929843015544686</id><published>2005-10-14T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:00:30.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last official day in school</title><content type='html'>hey i posted this to hopefully remove serene's big picture... haha jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years seem to have gone by in a flash. seems like juz yesterday we were sitting in the central plaza playin whacko to intro ourselves. orientation seems so fresh in my memory... time realli passes real fast... now we are on the final stretch/last lap and after this everyone is going their seperate ways... guys to NS n girls to uni... i juz hope we can all stay in contact. hope everyone in 04s75 cherish the fun n good times we had... the 1st 3 months of madness... milton n richmond's indian tree dance...JTS n STJ times 2 horrid SPA...stupid PW... class movie outings... going to orchad, coro, tchs canteen... stripping samuel... stayover at liyu's... class chalet... slacking in class... mugging in library... the list goes on and on... hope everyone had the time of their life in 04s75!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. feel free to add anything to the list u feel is missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112929843015544686?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112929843015544686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112929843015544686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112929843015544686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112929843015544686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-official-day-in-school.html' title='the last official day in school'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112903066358244225</id><published>2005-10-11T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:37:43.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something that may have relevance to some</title><content type='html'>hey, i decided 2 post this email by liyu.. if juz to push the posts down.. well at least this is meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This mail was from liyu but this post is NOT by liyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my pleasure to highlight a challenging and interesting overseas humanitarian relief effort organised by Youth Challenge, an United Nations affiliated agency based in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to chance upon their website last year and have taken part in many of their programmes of which I found an overseas humanitarian relief program to Vientiane, Laos, by far the most enriching one that served as an eye-opener to UN relief efforts.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I am also fortunate to be blessed with the opportunity to join a humanitarian relief effort to Zimbabwe, Africa, next year. During the interview for selection earlier this year, I realised that most applicants were from RJC and it seemed that HC students were not well-informed about such an excellent opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have brought this matter to the attention of the organisation’s head and he has agreed to hold a discussion specially for HC students who are interested to participate in yet another humanitarian relief effort to Central Asia countries like Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is thus pertinent that if you always had the interest to participate in a UN humanitarian relief effort, don’t let this opportunity slip by. I am sure such a rare opportunity is hard to come by. In addition, I am sure this will help to enhance your CV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are interested to find out more about this opportunity, the 2 hour discussion session will be held next week, Tuesday, 18th October 2006, at YC’s secretariat located near Raffles Place MRT station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please message me at 98559938 as soon as possible to make arrangements to meet me at Raffles Place control station at 2.00 p.m. I look forward to hearing from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112903066358244225?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112903066358244225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112903066358244225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112903066358244225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112903066358244225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-that-may-have-relevance-to.html' title='something that may have relevance to some'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112833957684451862</id><published>2005-10-03T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:49:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahaha.. check this out&lt;br /&gt;if u scrolled up too damn slowly cos u have a lousy mouse without a mousewheel, u can try right clicking and clicking rewind and then play. OR u can go to www.geocities.com/tanaloysius/finalastro.swf   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="finalastro.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/tanaloysius/finalastro.swf" width="550" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112833957684451862?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112833957684451862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112833957684451862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112833957684451862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112833957684451862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/10/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112800515236865856</id><published>2005-09-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:22:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post prelim schedule</title><content type='html'>okay, here's the post prelim's schedule i finally managed to get from my fren. i could not download it off smb cuz somehow the file was removed. so i'm not sure how much of the schedule is correct, and i typed this out from the hard copy i got from my fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please note i have omitted the GP lessons, and i am not sure if we have to attend the remedials. everything is in audi unless noted, except for remedials where i dunno the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri 30th sep&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 10.00 audi return n review of math&lt;br /&gt;12.00 - 1.20 math remedial 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon 3rd oct&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 10.40 review chem paper 1&lt;br /&gt;11.20 - 12.40 review chem paper 2 n 3&lt;br /&gt;2.40 - 4.00 math remedial 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues 4th oct&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 10.40 review phy paper 1&lt;br /&gt;11.20 - 12.40 review phy paper 2&lt;br /&gt;1.20 - 2.40 review phy paper 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed 5th oct&lt;br /&gt;10.40 - 12.00 math remedial 3&lt;br /&gt;12.40 - 2.00 return bio&lt;br /&gt;2.00 - 4.30 chem review of past yr A-lvls papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs 6th oct&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 9.20 phy remedial 1&lt;br /&gt;11.20 - 12.40 review bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri 7th oct&lt;br /&gt;11.20 - 12.40 math remedial 4&lt;br /&gt;2.40 - 4.00 phy remedial 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon 10th oct&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 9.20 chem review of:1) past yr A-lvls paper 3 @ audi&lt;br /&gt;                           2) other jc prelim paper 1 @ lt3&lt;br /&gt;9.20 - 10.40 bio revision lect 1&lt;br /&gt;11.20 - 12.40 math remedial 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues 11th oct&lt;br /&gt;9.20 - 10.40 bio revision lect 2&lt;br /&gt;12.40 - 2.00 phy remedial 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weds 12th oct&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 9.20 bio revision lect 3&lt;br /&gt;9.20 - 10.40 math remedial 6&lt;br /&gt;12.40 - 2.00 chem review of:1) past yr A-lvls paper 4 @ audi&lt;br /&gt;                           2) other jc prelim paper 2 @ lt3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs 13th oct &lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 9.20 phy remedial 4 (lt2, lt3)&lt;br /&gt;9.20 - 10.40 math remedial 7&lt;br /&gt;12.40 - 2.00 bio revision lect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri 14th oct&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 9.20 AWH's address&lt;br /&gt;9.20 - 10.40 special CT session&lt;br /&gt;11.20 - 12.40 math remedial 8&lt;br /&gt;12.40 - 2.00 chem review of:1) past yr A-lvls paper 5 @ audi&lt;br /&gt;                           2) other jc prelim paper 3 @ lt3&lt;br /&gt;2.40 - 4.00 bio revision lect 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon 17th oct&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - 9.20 bio revision lect 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's all. it is recommended that you still come school at 8 as i do not know the GP lessons timetable if you do, pls tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. did someone remove a previous post? cuz tt was by me too, hope no one got offended. i juz tot it sounded alot lyk something jian an might say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112800515236865856?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112800515236865856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112800515236865856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112800515236865856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112800515236865856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/post-prelim-schedule.html' title='post prelim schedule'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112790321879650264</id><published>2005-09-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T19:09:51.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts. it really, really hurts.</title><content type='html'>these are no laughing matter. pls do not laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #1&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;--------     ---------------g e&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;---- g&lt;br /&gt;----e&lt;br /&gt;------------------ e&lt;br /&gt;---- e&lt;br /&gt;MOSTLY WAFFLE (and very irritating to read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;------- e&lt;br /&gt;_______ e&lt;br /&gt;You are not shaping your letters clearly or correctly (esp. the letter 's')&lt;br /&gt;|| Don't contradict yourself.&lt;br /&gt;_____ ______________________&lt;br /&gt;____ _________________ e&lt;br /&gt;_____________ e&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;-______________________________e&lt;br /&gt;___________ s&lt;br /&gt;   _____s&lt;br /&gt;______ e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________- e s another shape problem&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;____________ &lt;-- YOU MUST STOP THIS RIDICULOUS VERBOSITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______?_____ e&lt;br /&gt; __________ e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;______________ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ________________________-&lt;br /&gt;??? __________________ &lt;br /&gt;     ____________ e&lt;br /&gt;p&lt;br /&gt; ________________&lt;br /&gt;!!!___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;||&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;| ____  s e&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;| Another blatant contradiction &lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;| ____ e&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|| REALLY ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt; EXTREMELY IRRITATING WAFFLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________ -- ?&lt;br /&gt;         _______ - really ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;? _______________&lt;br /&gt;_____ ? e s&lt;br /&gt;      ______________ e&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; _____________ (?)&lt;br /&gt;                      s&lt;br /&gt; _______________ !!! g&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;     ____________________ e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! __________&lt;br /&gt; g&lt;br /&gt;_________________ e&lt;br /&gt;_____________ e&lt;br /&gt;_______________ e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously and &lt;br /&gt;exasperatingly verbose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sentences are&lt;br /&gt;convoluted, your&lt;br /&gt;phraseology pretentious&lt;br /&gt;and your content&lt;br /&gt;comprises of mostly WAFFLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to go back to&lt;br /&gt;basics.&lt;br /&gt;You also need to exercise&lt;br /&gt;more intellectual and&lt;br /&gt;linguistic discipline and&lt;br /&gt;stop being so self-indulgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ You need to do all&lt;br /&gt; this NOW ! (me: how do you triple underline something?)&lt;br /&gt;PTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also need to phrase&lt;br /&gt;your points so that&lt;br /&gt;they do not sound&lt;br /&gt;self-contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e.g. Opponents of this&lt;br /&gt;technology contend ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my view, however, ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C = 11&lt;br /&gt;E = 16               27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #2 (includes flashback)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2004, Audi.&lt;br /&gt;A "There's an error with the electronic structure I drew. And you marked me correct."&lt;br /&gt;B "Oh yes ... aha minus one mark. ... so that makes 82. You know, Herbert, when I finished marking the paper, I totalled up the marks and I couldn't believe it! I counted over and over ... haha, hope you don't feel hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Sep 2005&lt;br /&gt;B "Aiyah ___ sure get A one what! __ marks."&lt;br /&gt;   "You ah ... how much is B?"&lt;br /&gt;A "68."&lt;br /&gt;B "C?"&lt;br /&gt;A "62."&lt;br /&gt;B "Oh then you got B or C."&lt;br /&gt;A "What about me? What did I get?"&lt;br /&gt;B "What's a C again?"&lt;br /&gt;A "62. 60-something is it?"&lt;br /&gt;B "Then what about a D?"&lt;br /&gt;A "56."&lt;br /&gt;B "Ah, the fourth one."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A "I really got D? So lousy ... (To another onlooking teacher)"&lt;br /&gt;B "Nevermind what. D is not bad already. Consider the standard of others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel I'm sorry. I know I'm a wuss. And most people thought I was a true man. What BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bleeding. If anyone laughed reading the above two passages, my heart bleeds even harder.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be laughing. You should be mourning.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to mourn, I can always mourn by myself. Possibly for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Mourning at the death of generosity, tactfulness, kindness, and friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;And my able self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112790321879650264?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112790321879650264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112790321879650264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112790321879650264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112790321879650264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-hurts-it-really-really-hurts.html' title='it hurts. it really, really hurts.'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112741020750012736</id><published>2005-09-23T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:30:07.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cake</title><content type='html'>oh yes, happy birthday serene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/DSC00038.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112741020750012736?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112741020750012736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112741020750012736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112741020750012736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112741020750012736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/cake.html' title='cake'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112740927342746694</id><published>2005-09-23T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:14:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/kuva.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/P1010493.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-amyseow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112740927342746694?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112740927342746694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112740927342746694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112740927342746694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112740927342746694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/alright.html' title='alright!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112740852496597757</id><published>2005-09-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T12:49:27.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural tour of Geylang</title><content type='html'>After playing LAN and pool at Bukit Timah Plaza, Matthew and I decided to join Weidi and Aloy Teo to play bowling at some ulu place at Jalan Sultan Road where there are prostitutes posing as hairdressers and masseurs.  They seem to be very accomodating to males  of all ages and shapes. They even tried to  lure us in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, we decided to go low class all the way for the rest of the night. Weidi suggested to go to Geylang for dinner since we are in the vicinity. I was apprehensive at first but decided to go a shot at losing my virginity. We are going to be MEN!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we got a SHOCK! ALL the people there are balding, fat males with crooked teeth stained bright yellow due to prolonged period of smoking. They leer at everyone, especially girls. The Chinese girls wore skirts that seemed like undies and put on make up that glittered in the dark. They like to colour their fingernails red and don big earrings.  They like to stand around in the corridors and outside hotels such as Fragrance, Happy After-hours. An interesting note is that all massages and additional service only cost $28 per hour! They standardise their rates to prevent disruptive competition. We also witnessed transvestites and crossdressers with cheek bones so high that they can't possibly be females at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from Lorong 23 to the hottest epicenter at Lorong 12. We dared not venture into the odd number avenues as there are red lights guarding the entrance signaling the end of innocence once u enter. Byu the way, there are also cameras protecting us from hookers as they are prohibited by law to step beyond the cameras to attract business. Nonetheless, we still witnessed some negiotiations of rates between ah peks and prostitutes. One of the ah peks got rejected by a prostitute cos his looks and behaviour are highly repulsive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also new business gimmicks such as the free screening of Japanese porn video outside a pub. It attracted a large crowd of Indian workers and once again, balding ah peks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally settled down at a decent looking coffeshop to eat frog leg porridge. All the conservations that we overheard included referrals to the female anatomy (breasts and vagina) in all languages and dialects. They are comparing rates and values for money in various parts of Geylang with other coloured districts such as Joo Chiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our learning experience is too RA to be posted here. Interested parties may approach Weidi for further enquires and future guided tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics (sorry for the low quality, taken with a qVGA camera phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="575" height="0" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src=http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/9821/picture97ow.jpg&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src=http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/6135/picture110wa.jpg&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Lorong 6 Geylang - still on the safe side &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the legendary Gay World Hotel - why is gay in chinese called &amp;quot;fan hua&amp;quot;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src=http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/4474/picture85ub.jpg&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src=http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/1551/picture128zr.jpg&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fragrance hotel - lit up like a big red lantern &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;room rates - not purposely censored, its overexposed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112740852496597757?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112740852496597757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112740852496597757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112740852496597757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112740852496597757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/cultural-tour-of-geylang.html' title='Cultural tour of Geylang'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112740325640054181</id><published>2005-09-22T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:09:48.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay exams are over</title><content type='html'>i'm sure all of us are enjoying the idea that we have indeed survived the two weeks of hell, which we initially thought was insurmountable. for that, we are all winner liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this time the celebrations weren't as intense, but in the end, the intensity was on the legs, for the pathway i took. well, some people went to LAN, then pool, join the painting group for a while then go and bowl. the other major group was the group that painted the town red. and samuel thought what the hell it meant at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the path started at the class bench, where i took out my blue bouncing rubber ball and started bouncing it. ming swin and some gang had to ask some chem question which were allegedly from some prelim, and it was supposedly a simple oxidation number kind of question involving iodine and thiosulphate. like that also dunno! think all our brains shut down liao, tze yi very kind say i off form, but off form is totally bad news anyway. in the end jian an had to step in and give his high-level spell: Tikam (10 mana points). anyway the juniors thought it was pro. hopefully, they will not implement such a cheap method during their promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so actually richmond, zhan pei they all quite magnetic, so i was attracted by the high octane challenge of the masculine world of pool, LAN and competition. yes, no problem we can play it for fun. but i still preferred the idea of carefree sightseeing over the slightest nuances of killing each other. so i went with samuel and his angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was all walk and no other fun. no it wasn't. it was more interesting, exciting, and (!) rewarding (why on earth man! it's just a walk in the park. unless the dog shit you stumble upon will give you magic powers of enlightenment on life all of a sudden?). partly due to the sights, partly due to the very dynamic and cool people that were along the ride. anyway i love to take pride and enjoy such small, seemingly insignificant trips that really don't matter, just that i make it sound like it does matter a lot. and i'm so sorry but that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marina square &lt;/strong&gt;carl's junior? the paris hilton mega burger, or rather the slutty burger, was beckoning. somehow, i never love to make decisions for the group, because i'm pretty much fine with anything. i'm afraid that my whimsical decision will not be well-received, and the group would grudgingly eat at this restaurant that is actually some low-class, unappetising and unappealing slum. and that would be all my fault. without making such whimsical, subjective decisions that are ruled by the matter of preference, i avoid such feelings of 'rejection' and resentment. we walked around, looked at menus, displays, grabbed unwitting flyers, dashed past roads, was horned by a silver taxi, passed s69 and s67 people, and finally went into cafe cartel. i have never eaten here (jiang san ba - oh boy, those who dun like me have loads to say), and so was quite attracted to the way this place operates. you have to serve your own water, cut your own bread, squeeze your own olive oil and chilli without really using it in the end, and get to fill out consent forms based on seniority of town-painting experience. my meal was 9.50, but the chicken breast was tough and quite dry, but the vegetables were quite exotically prepared and seasoned. and there were prunes in my chicken. they were supposed to be mushrooms. and of course, heavily-peppered spaghetti. and a drink and some yummy soup. in the end, i had to gobble some bread cos i can't waste them, and samuel has to go and *ahem* pass his &lt;em&gt;watery stools;&lt;/em&gt; to ease his&lt;em&gt; stomach discomfort/unease;, &lt;/em&gt;halfway into his lunch. oh man. it feels so unnatural and mediacorp. please, i am not a scriptwriter! why can't they just say go pang sai. everytime i say that, the girls would recoil in absolute disgust. i won't elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when serene thought that everyone was strangely vanishing for toilet breaks consecutively after returning from the first trip, she was greeted with a nice decent surprise. a really delectable, chocolate wedge of a cake, which wasn't gaudily adorned with 18 candles, or fireworked with creams and peppered with words, but it sure served its purpose. anyway serene wasn't hungry and was glad to let the swarming vultures chip off her cake bit by bit. and these vultures really have a knack for nice chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway samuel went to pang sai lah, so to speak. i was left with jac who just joined in, pei yiing, sheryl and liyu. they enjoyed a 7.90 brownie, chocolate fudge and ice cream delight. soon i even tried a bit of it. the same high quality chocolate i tasted earlier. the girls were uncomfortable with the idea of the fudge being slimy. we're eating here, mister. i'm sorry, it's the same when it ends up in the &lt;em&gt;gastrointestinal tract;;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon samuel came back, happy and relieved. together, we pledged to go to the candy shop. but on the way, we encountered several willing obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls' fashion and more girls' fashion. in one shop, there were loads of gowns, beautifully coloured and adorned, and all of respectable height. i don't know how many times i caught some people saying that i should try them on. thank you, but unlike them, i do not like to cross-dress, much less in dangerously-spiked gowns that are full of jewellery that seriously roughens the entire surface. it's as if james bond feels up a woman he saw at the hwa chong prom 2005 at ritz carlton on one of his spy missions (yah that desperate fucker) and then recoils his hand, smeared with blood. now i think that would be quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a shop where stacy tried on a grey dress, and i thought she would be so kind as to come out and show us the nice assembly, but being the shy, nice girl of many in s75, she quickly dressed back to her brown sack and popped out again, much to my disappointment. and to think i was so freaking honest not to peep into the gaps in the changing room. it's just not fair. the other girls were seriously cramming up into stacy's space, adjusting this and that whatnot, and who is to see the final assembly? not me. i don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then more and more female clothes. they got pretty sickening after a while. but it was quite funny to see how some cleavages were purposely exposed to create maximal effect, and some clothes on the mannequins were white, effectively rendering a naked effect. after a while, it got pretty sickening to see the rows upon rows of white pretties behind their glass walls, all of similar build, hardness and bust size. i realised that my classmates are fashion connoisseurs in their own right, having their own pick and taste of the latest colours, what is nice and what is AH-UGLY. the pattern was quite strong. rugged, rustic designs were in and preferred, to overly flashy, or overly simple prototypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the vgo demonstration that was patronised only by the sales people themselves (one was slacking away on the exercise bike. who on earth would want to visit the likes of such displayed enthusiasm). here weidi and aloy teo appeared from the warm comfort of their home, not ravaged by the musings of earlier morning. oh hell. we picked on an old lady who showed her side thighs and a bit of nonexistent cleavage from her high fashion class. suffice to say, it was downright disgusting, just that i laughed instead of showing any displeasure. we were on many window shopping trips again, but the one most worth mentioning was at SASA along the 2nd level railings. we went in and aloy teo wanted to check out 'nan ren' things. ok, the closest match was 'transvital'. which was closer to transvestite actually. the products on the other shelves were equally ridiculous. a packet of group one, group two and transition elements anyone? for your face?? i remember at fancl they sell DNA and RNA tablets. now that's something for breaking important nucleotide bases in the body to create a new you from your faeces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, being the low class, never rich enough to spend like kings students (especially male students in s75), we went around the left panel where all the test fragrances were put on display. hugo boss smelt decent, and there were a few other fruity smells, citrus smells that would be ideal insect attractants, and other male fragrances that smelt like shit. female fragrances were ok, some were too strong, while others bordered a bit on the male side (!). suffice to say, after sampling many volatile liquids, i was on the verge of fainting. then we looked at stuff in the shop like we would interesting exhibits. this foundation application thing, and this concealed container of beads that were supposed to be rub-on foundations. ok, beauty is really, really cumbersome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pressed on, down some streets and into our intended destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;millennia walk &lt;/strong&gt;the ceilings were actually pretty nice, although space-consuming and of little practical use, except when you actually take the time to look up. wow. the rest of the landscape, however, was the samely industrialised, commercialised and cosmopolitanised place we're all so familiar with by now. besides encountering this funny woman on a poster who cross folds her arms across her own arms, resembling the famous ugly toad &lt;em&gt;xu chun mei;;&lt;/em&gt;, and this cow thingy exhibit which i never understood despite amy's intellect, we finally made our way to a colourful world of carbohydrates, calories, and potential diabetic inhabitants. candy empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just say that when i stepped in, the level of scrutiny i had for several foreign objects was totally like that of a tourist's. yes sorry i'm sam ba. i know. panels of open-up drawers of wrapped sweets, chocolates, gummies, sour sugared stripes, easter eggs, as well as racks after racks of expensive (more than the USA, which would consider the following packaging as one serving and would favour couch potatoes) huge potato chips that cost like more than ten bucks; red strawberry squeezable facial foams/shampoo/body foam/confectionery cream; willy wonka's expensive candy bars that actually capitalise on the movie's fantasy of going to the uk to visit NESTLE factories. was it really all good? all expenses paid? when is the excursion? am i going to skip A levels? can the might and power of willy wonka save me from entering the pits of NS? oh boy i hope this doesn't involve tony blair. anyway, i bought the non-golden ticket containing nerds, the oompas, ooh they also involve willy wonky, and some really cool jelly beans which everyone was koping later on and reading the colourimeter to see what they were eating. that was particularly funny and cool about this sweet product. somehow, stacy said something behind my back. i turned around to ask her what she said, and she said nothing. immediately i went Bitch! and she almost threw into a state of asphyxiation, a common 'shocked' trademark by stacy. she kept reassuring herself that herbert is just kidding with her, which is so freaking obvious but she's just a tad worried that it may well be a truthful remark about her, which i don't see the reason why it should. wow. the girls in our class are really, really nice. i think i feel like some idiotic rock band radical who fell ass first into this guai1 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, then outside, emmeline decided to go crazy again, insisting on going on a merry go round ride with such a small r and hence a large omega and v. after looking at earrings, sitting down at a bench to talk a bit and read mags, sheryl inventing a game in which you die if you step on any black tile and upon encountering large strips of black you don't have to run jump over but do a swimming action to wade past the danger. the most heartbreaking part of this is that yaqi and samuel joined in, influenced by sheryl's uncanny spiritual power. for me, i just detonated myself loudly behind her when she got off the bench. luckily, we exited, hit the hot air outside, weidi and aloy teo decided to wait for the other guys to bowl, while i got momentarily torn apart before deciding again my preference is with pure slacking. i ran ahead to grab the group, wait for the bus, and boarded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus man. 111, samuel's fave number. he thinks it's cursed that many times he looks at the computer screen, the time would read 11:11. The Ring. Ju-On. The Phone Call. The Computer Clock. i had a really cool conversation with emmeline (and yaqi listening in not far away at all). suffice to say, emmeline is a really cool girl, who's just like any other girl! man. i won't mind sharing my nonsense with you man. but i won't have much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;far east plaza&lt;/strong&gt; cool. the flooring is uneven. will i trip? i didn't. let's go shave our brows for nothing! oh, so it's like cutting hair, just that it's done to the eyebrows. my eyebrows look thick and menacing? i don't mind. bitches who cut queue will quiver when i interrogate them, and i haven't even begun to raise my voice yet. somehow, i entered the shop with two girls, and they left to drag amy in, the first customer of our bunch. somehow the lady boss and the conspicuous middle-aged guy, who was to me quite obviously someone of rather high position and authority, struck up a conversation with me, realising that i just finished my prelims, am so freaking humble when i declined to think about the exams, learnt how difficult our bio papers can get and discussed the significance of our unfortunately short stint in jc, and of my impending entrance to ns. the guy added the ns period would be another phase but it won't be much longer than jc. yah, let's see if he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls got dragged in, i went to watch as amy's skin above her brows got scraped continuously, and then the woman had to go in between the light rays and obscure my view of the operation. so i sat down and talked to the bunch. sometimes carine would ask me to shut up, cos i was really going quite bonkers teasing the more provocative things she says. but somehow, i think carine deserves it. cos i'm not the only one who teases her. one by one, they went in to get their eyebrows scraped and 'manhandled'. yes, i really could see the red marks on their much more refined, thinner and sharper brows. i could swear as i stared into stacy, her brows are asymmetry. the left one reaches slightly into the nose ridge area. amy looked sharper and less asleep, so mrs foo would stop calling on her to see if she's asleep, and now, even if she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our chats, i did find some difficulty to penetrate into the conversation, and i dun know what got into me, but i just wanted so much to be part of the fray, that i constantly got dropped from the channel without even getting in. speak too soft? too quickly? too rubbish? too rude? my best remedy for this used to be keeping silent, listening intently, but the conversation was simply too nice! am i getting left out of this class? am i effectively branded a social outcast? my answer to myself is no. i am here, choosing to walk around in malls, with a bunch of very cool people, when i can be at home, doing more meaningful things like play dota, or more manly, test of strength and ability, hardcore activities like pool, bowling and LAN, see who can trash who faster kind. i love this company and i treasure this class for its unique people and personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it was kang xi lai le, then it became good and bad hosts, chuan yi feng and guo liang, and how we could and could not stand bryan wong, sharon au, kym ng; most of our hosting talent is not local, hopefully the new show would bring in some new talent; amy's phone specs and her pixelations, lags, no transmission and compromised memory card; whether we would have a class chalet; liyu's exploits post a level, take erhu double grade exams, SAT and go back to china where she rightfully belongs (her family member there). i can't remember anymore, i was probably not listening, or i was already dreaming away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emmeline went to cut her hair, and there were a few swap ins and outs of the party, when we went down to level one to walk around yet more shops. my legs really gonna give way then man. seriously no shopping stamina. especially when i brought my clothes, physics notes and pencil case along, my legs weren't the only things aching. after visiting ipod mini designs getting subbed relentlessly by ipod nano, walking down the street via lucky plaza, underpass, we went to our dining place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;takashimaya sc &lt;/strong&gt;so we headed straight for ajisen - beside that one the newly opened central, east meets west food. the food is generally cheaper than town fare, about 5-7 dollars, and quite some people queued behind us. amy ran off to get her phone fixed, weilin would join us later and emmeline went to get money but apparently won't join us for dinner. left carine, samuel and i. i didn't take long to realise what a lack of dynamism was apparent in my way of conversing with others. i was good at sudden shocks of rubbish, which was occasionally funny, oftentimes surprising, and sometimes insulting to the average s75 girl. i was good at relating my thoughts and experiences in their raw form and giving loads of opinionated comments, if i was given the chance and space to express myself. i was, however, an F-grader in maintaining a dynamic, exciting and fun conversation. unwittingly, and at that moment i couldn't explain why, i toned down my entire body chemistry, my mood, my way of conversing and relating with others. at the dining table, i was great. carine stopped snapping at my shit, because i stopped egesting. i listened more and talked less, because weilin had stuffs to say. there was more to care about, because amy came in sweaty and hot, and still apologised for making us all wait for her, when her food was sitting on the table following newton's law of cooling curve. in other words, i was a much better person. and the noodles were quite spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i got the dark fringe nonsense wrong. it was probably only 2 marks. there could be more errors, if carine talked about how she did the whole paper, and some of us would start crying on the dining table on the spot. the food was ok, the ambience average, but the class rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked a final bout of touring some shops, checking out some shoes, me realising the entire conglomerate of shoes on display, colourful and bright, trendy and nicely-shaped, were all for female nike. darn they were still very nice to look at. we then went on to take buses home, i was lame with carine again, forcing her to stand as she teased us for sitting down (legs going to give way anytime now), and her bus came first. left me and weilin waiting for 171, i was wondering what i am going to say to her. dynamism and stuff comes in, rmb? on hindsight, such thoughts are highly saddening. yet, 2 years of jc to know each other is really not enough. we're not as close as girls are together, especially those who've already known before coming in, hence explaining sitting-together behaviours for many lectures. i already grew out of the childishness that went against such cliquing together. &lt;em&gt;cliques are natural;;;;&lt;/em&gt; and they should not be prevented. i was really thankful on hindsight again, that it was really not necessary to change any reaction conditions to start any conversation. on the bus, it was so naturally flowing, and logically proceeding, that i got motion-sick from concentrating on the conversation. it happened when elaine and i rode home from town after block test one ("ohmigod! got so many new tutorials to do lah! carbonyl carboxylic ... ... ... maths still got ****** tagboard censored the above because it hates work too" ... "you are hardworking." ... "no, you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be hardworking.") those are all her words btw. i got motion sickness too, and it was not because her prime attitude towards work was disgusting the hell out of me. it was the conversation that was never thought to be, that was eventually overflowing. sorry elaine, i am still a letdown fyi. prelim come out you know already. then again, i may not want to tell you later you laugh!! increasing my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do it weilin! must seize the opportunities to do work, and a level is the most important of all. i dunno how unimportant prelims are, but a level confirm must pia, cos it is really the pinnacle of our existence in jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the prelims are over, s papers not graded, tomorrow people still going zoo, mosquito repellents already prepared by meticulous stacy. wah lau eh. why else would i be taking a nice vacation from the lecture notes, typing all these loads of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112740325640054181?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112740325640054181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112740325640054181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112740325640054181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112740325640054181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-exams-are-over_22.html' title='yay exams are over'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112712352737931775</id><published>2005-09-19T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:52:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be studying..</title><content type='html'>hey, its more than halfway thru prelims.. now its 5.43pm on monday but 4 some reason i dun feel like mugging.. so im here slacking away.. juz finished watching 8 episodes of full metal panic (some anime).. lalala does anybody have any plans once prelim ends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha here is some funny song 2 cheer u up, if u're stressed out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut-Up And Smile&lt;br /&gt;Bowling For Soup&lt;br /&gt;A Hangover You Don't Deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;In fact its not even the end of the summer&lt;br /&gt;But thank god the tv is on&lt;br /&gt;Cuz theres no way we could know&lt;br /&gt;Anything that's goin down&lt;br /&gt;Or how were supposed to be feeling about it&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell you how much I wish we could shut up and smile, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;all we needs a harmony and we'll convince the world to sing&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)&lt;br /&gt;maybe spread a little love&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I'm a little drunk)&lt;br /&gt;But all we need is some ice cream and a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look around&lt;br /&gt;Does life really suck&lt;br /&gt;Are we just complaining&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this mic is on (testing 1, 2)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz im on a roll here&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is making some sense&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you'll throw up your hands and sing it&lt;br /&gt;And tell all the haters that they should just shut up and smile, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;all we needs a harmony and we'll convince the world to sing&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)&lt;br /&gt;maybe spread a little love&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I'm a little drunk)&lt;br /&gt;But all we need is some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is love and beer&lt;br /&gt;And old school metal and holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;TO be happy&lt;br /&gt;(All you need is someone near)&lt;br /&gt;like ben and jerry&lt;br /&gt;(to hold you close and pretend that they care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we all just, get along now&lt;br /&gt;we found something that we all have in common now&lt;br /&gt;we can hold hands, do keg stands&lt;br /&gt;water skiing sounds great to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail around the world and tell them all to keep singing it&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;all we needs a harmony and we'll convince the world to sing&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)&lt;br /&gt;maybe spread a little love&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe we're a little drunk)&lt;br /&gt;But all we need is some ice cream and a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chanting 'All we need is love and beer')&lt;br /&gt;all we need is some ice cream and a hug&lt;br /&gt;all we need is some ice cream and a hug&lt;br /&gt;all we need is some ice cream and a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112712352737931775?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112712352737931775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like the new layout, though blogger's a bit laggy and it'll take a while to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the prelims be over soon.. ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mizwang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112659755398675134?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112659755398675134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112659755398675134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112659755398675134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112659755398675134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-75.html' title='hello 75!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112653242095168135</id><published>2005-09-12T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:40:20.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims</title><content type='html'>today is 12/09/05&lt;br /&gt;hah...pls remember this day cos it's the day we start our prelims. kind of funny that the sch arranged the papers of the 4 subjects to be spread over two weeks that we have 1 of each every week... what a wet blanket.sigh &lt;br /&gt;1 and half papers down....&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy huishan was here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112653242095168135?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112653242095168135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112653242095168135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112653242095168135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112653242095168135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/prelims.html' title='prelims'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112636952256179974</id><published>2005-09-11T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:26:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks aloy for remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian An&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112636952256179974?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112636952256179974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112636952256179974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112636952256179974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112636952256179974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112616623463421057</id><published>2005-09-08T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:18:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SERENE'S BDAY</title><content type='html'>Haha.. since we cannot celebrate Jian An's (11/9) and Serene's(10/9) bday in school, we shall celebrate it here! Complete with a celebration dance! wahaha.. i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jian An! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/tanaloysius/dancing&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely at e pic! wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/tanaloysius/serenebdayfinal&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112616623463421057?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112616623463421057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112616623463421057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112616623463421057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112616623463421057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/serenes-bday.html' title='SERENE&apos;S BDAY'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112608231956588604</id><published>2005-09-07T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:38:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoohoo</title><content type='html'>Yooohooooo ppl... how's e mugging going? not as bad as mine i bet. but oh well. i just booked a rm at the mandarin oriental... after taxes shld be about $280 la. are all 10 guys staying? if any1 not stayin pls tell me asap. yea, any objection oso can tell me... i can cancel e bookin without any penalty charge as long as its at least 48 hrs b4 8 Dec. yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some details&lt;br /&gt;The Oriental Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Deluxe City View Room&lt;br /&gt;$239 before 16.55% tax&lt;br /&gt;after tax : $279&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... look at e description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorated in harmonious soothing shades, natural elements give the room a clean and airy feel. The sleek bathroom is fitted with granite and dark wood and can be tailored to your mood by adjusting the timbered blinds. Closed they bring privacy, if open, only a &lt;strong&gt;glass wall&lt;/strong&gt; divides the room enhancing the sense of space in these especially large rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. oriental has their own glass too. just that its not in the friggin toilet! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloytan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. 1 more thing. Anyone going for MAF?? this Sat in case u all duno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112608231956588604?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112608231956588604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112608231956588604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112608231956588604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112608231956588604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/yoohoo.html' title='Yoohoo'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112593175414459442</id><published>2005-09-05T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:49:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom</title><content type='html'>http://www.a-cro.net/itdir.pub32/forum/viewtopic.php?t=66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom queen/ king poll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112593175414459442?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112593175414459442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112593175414459442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112593175414459442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112593175414459442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/prom.html' title='prom'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112573402798247952</id><published>2005-09-03T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T15:53:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How appropriate is this song.. wake me up when the prelims end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;br /&gt;American Idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and past.&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my fathers come to pass,&lt;br /&gt;Seven years has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain again,&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my pain again,&lt;br /&gt;Becoming who we are.&lt;br /&gt;As my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;But never forgets what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and past.&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the bells again.&lt;br /&gt;Like we did when spring began.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain again,&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my pain again,&lt;br /&gt;Becoming who we are.&lt;br /&gt;As my memory rest,&lt;br /&gt;But never forgets what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and past.&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my fathers come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.[x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112573402798247952?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112573402798247952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112573402798247952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112573402798247952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112573402798247952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-appropriate-is-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112514739141392944</id><published>2005-08-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:56:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop the photos posting phenomenon</title><content type='html'>hi ppl, arent you glad there is finally a non-photo post lest we become labelled as some photo gallery.. first day of *hols*, hope everythings going fine! i watched the repeat of superstar today, weichoong is sooo cute!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok acknowledgement time again. this is for our wednesday/mizwangday/pizza day/fire drill day ( as rich names it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yaqi&lt;/strong&gt;, my dearest ACT for buying the fruit cake in such a haste=D i think i just discovered that ICe COLD cakes are much more palatable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huishan and carine&lt;/strong&gt; for staying at the cls bench to finish deco the card whilst most of us were chionging the pizza in canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aloy tan&lt;/strong&gt;, who saved me from having to carry all the drinks,flowers etc on my own. he was the ONLY guy that i cud locate and was in sch at 920 on wed=P horrible. the rest of the guys all reach sch at dunno wad time. and tks for calling the pizza lobang, 12 bucks is really cheap!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miz wang&lt;/strong&gt;, for sponsoring some of the pizzas and food=) the mistake turned out to be just right! cos we have ppl like shiwei eating ....*drumrolls*.... 6 pieces of pizza!-well done shiwei- =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k next many thanks to &lt;strong&gt;sheryl&lt;/strong&gt; for putting your &lt;em&gt;artistic talent&lt;/em&gt; to good use and accomplishing the task despite of the innumerable difficulties you had =) (i haven seen the final product thou.hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok finally the next one has to be a serious issue. &lt;br /&gt;stacy informed me that guys want to share the total amount for the rms amongst everyone and not indiv guys and gals pay for their own rms, which i believe is prob a desperate bid to pay lesser.. Inarguably, i think this is unfair to the girls who have to cram together in the same amount of space as what the guys have. None of the girls in the right frame of mind will be going over to the guys room at any instance, so we wont be enjoying any bit of the more oxygenated air and spacious grounds on the guys side. To the guys: do put yourselves in our shoes and judge for yourselves whether its fair towards the girls or not.DO show empathy for the girls who will definitely have to pay more in total than you for prom, cos we have so many more things to do and buy that u all dun need to =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you r still not convinced, i ll reveal the truth by showing you the maths. no of girls= 16 - sheryl,peiyiing, weilin, joyce, yanru and huishan =10&lt;br /&gt;no of guys= 10 - ( dun think theres anyone not staying?)=10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple maths reveal that both parties will pay the same amount! My previous para was just to let the guys understand that we have to be fair to everyone and not to benefit at the expense of other ppl's rights.And in fact, guys, dun be so kiam siap lar!next time no girlfren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ll assume issue closed.&lt;br /&gt;thanks stacy for booking the rooms. FYI, room rates are 320 per nite. not 300 tat we expected=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,liyu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112514739141392944?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112514739141392944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112514739141392944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112514739141392944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112514739141392944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/stop-photos-posting-phenomenon.html' title='stop the photos posting phenomenon'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112506348055174112</id><published>2005-08-26T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:38:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laz day of sch</title><content type='html'>photo galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/attendanceforlastphysicstutorial.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attendance during phys :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/saMueL.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam the ghost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/funny.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/ouradvert.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advertising our products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/samuelmejoyce.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less ghostly sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/tea-pot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teapot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/grinningintospace.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/jianan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknowing jianan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/funny.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facial contrast =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/bangbang.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bang bang* gaN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/fuNkayy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/higherattendanceforlastGPlesson.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all take more photos after prelims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyu 75 for the diversity =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-weilin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112506348055174112?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112506348055174112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112506348055174112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112506348055174112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112506348055174112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/laz-day-of-sch.html' title='laz day of sch'/><author><name>Emmeline</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://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b301/glintofthegun/last%20day%20of%20sch%20b4%20prelims/th_attendanceforlastphysicstutorial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690530.post-112498011623354649</id><published>2005-08-25T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:37:42.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people go check out the fire drill photos at community.webshots.com/user/seewhale2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/P1010482.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms wang looking so blissful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/P1010495.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frolicking in the meadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/P1010517.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frogs under a lotus leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a very long time i've uploaded the class chalet photos too at community.webshots.com/user/seewhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/P1000877.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/P1000882.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y226/seewhale/P1000887.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get misty-eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you know, long-awaited fruit always tastes sweeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amyseow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112498011623354649?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112498011623354649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112498011623354649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112498011623354649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112498011623354649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-people-go-check-out-fire-drill.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112497518406360697</id><published>2005-08-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:06:24.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go see pizza day/mswang day photos at&lt;br /&gt;domchir.multiply.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112497518406360697?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112497518406360697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112497518406360697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112497518406360697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112497518406360697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/go-see-pizza-daymswang-day-photos-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112495611959200889</id><published>2005-08-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:48:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bwahaha.. finally i'm here.. and added to this blog successfully! teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~mizwang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112495611959200889?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112495611959200889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112495611959200889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112495611959200889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112495611959200889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/bwahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>joyinthelord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093956460800335541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690530.post-112481331892449755</id><published>2005-08-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:08:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/493/1600/class-2small1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/544/493/320/class-2small1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DON'T MESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112481331892449755?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112481331892449755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112481331892449755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112481331892449755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112481331892449755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112480404702183007</id><published>2005-08-23T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:37:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1600/maid4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/320/maid4.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm theres smth wrong wif the photo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112480404702183007?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112480404702183007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112480404702183007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112480404702183007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112480404702183007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmm-theres-smth-wrong-wif-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112480345960738235</id><published>2005-08-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:36:30.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1600/IMG_5200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/320/IMG_5200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tan wasnt the only ex-369paikia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112480345960738235?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112480345960738235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112480345960738235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112480345960738235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112480345960738235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112480100744147589</id><published>2005-08-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:58:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://www.gv.com.sg/Booking/movies/images/TheMaid/TheMaidPostCard1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;   ok! finally watched the movie after preparing myself mentally since last week... its not bad leh actually... juz that its sort of like a summation of all the other korean and japanese horrow movies which includes the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) a boy who is either green, black or bloody&lt;br /&gt;2) a woman with long hair but this time she is in RED not WHITE...&lt;br /&gt;3) a black figure floating around at the back of pple&lt;br /&gt;4) hands grabbing ur feet suddenly and finally&lt;br /&gt;5) ghosts that appears right in ur face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sums it all up... but the good thing is the movie has depth and plot lah... at first tot its juz the poor maid coming to Singapore and innocently offending the hungry ghosts by doing the taboo stuff... i was like thinking she so ke lian dunno anything and then the ghost go attack her... so not understanding one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end the ghost is actually not evil one... like some ghosts of the 7th month... she is actually seeking for justice and help lah... coz the family is damn BIAN TAI... they have a retarded son who 'raped' the previous maid... veri sad right... he is still innocent but succumbed to his DESIRES (now then i know watever u r u still have sex drive... nature so lihai... muz ensure reproduction)!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the perverse father killed the maid called Esther coz she was gonna run off to call the police... and BURNT HER!! STUFFING her into a DRUM and sealing it up!!! quite creative leh... never put in wooden boxes or suitcases... so the ghost Esther was trying to get the new Maid Rosa for help... she damn scary lah... ask for help also muz terrify her first one... so not nice loh... in the end the family was exposed by Rosa who was gonna be killed by the father to be the ghost wife of the son who actually died and came back as a spirit in this 7th month... SICKO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some other horrow movies (with depth... not stupid ones parading gruesome lame shit MONSTROUS faces), i find that humans r scarier sometimes... horrible lah... so perverse loh... so EVIL... even the ugly Esther maid ghost is kinder!! why like that?? so i tot actually if u have done nothing wrong... there is nothing to be afraid of... 行得正，坐得安... (my chinese is great) but a reflection as it is... IM STILL SCARED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... the Rosa (real name is ALexandre De Rosi) is my MAID IDOL!! her character in the show so BRAVE... see ghost she never faint... instead she like ghostbuster go look for them... and one scene she saw 2 ghosts she asked them to "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"... wah lao... how can u beat that? damn lihai... pls give me some of ur courage!!! but the Rosa so ke lian.. she come like come Singapore one month for the 7th month, haunted by ghosts, nearly got killed by employers and went home with only ONE MONTH OF PAY!!! wah kao... and she sent it to her home before that somemore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*movie overall: 3/5 ... watch if u like hokkien and watever dialects they have... and also aunties and uncles acting as ghosts... (hope im not offending... *prays*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh post lyrics of this nice song... not bad leh... but Landy and written by Jay Chou *wooo* ...view in unicode... tot the title like quite sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 温岚     祝我生日快乐&lt;br /&gt;作词：郑中庸　作曲：周杰伦　编曲：林迈可&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道伤心不能改变什么　那么　让我诚实一点&lt;br /&gt;诚实　难免有不能控制的宣泄&lt;br /&gt;只要关上了门　不必理谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＃一个人坐在空荡包厢里面　手机　让它休息一夜&lt;br /&gt;　难　像切歌切掉回忆的画面　眼泪不能流过十二点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊生日快乐　我对自己说　蜡烛点了　寂寞亮了&lt;br /&gt;　生日快乐　泪也融了　我要谢谢你给的你拿走的一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＆还爱你　带一点恨　还要时间　才能平衡&lt;br /&gt;　热恋伤痕　幻灭重生　祝我生日快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(＃、＊、＆、＆) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112480100744147589?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112480100744147589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112480100744147589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112480100744147589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112480100744147589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/maid.html' title='The Maid'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112461289200868250</id><published>2005-08-21T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:28:12.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last PE Lesson (LPL not EPL)</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;   forgot to post the photos of OUR LAST PE LESSON for our whole LIFE!!! No more PE liao leh... i dun mean no more physical exercising forever juz that no more formal lessons... until our NEXT LIFE!!! so we took photos of our LPL (not EPL) impromtu (dunno how to spell) with shiwei's phone... and its SO CLEAR... OH MAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c50515909300000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiwei always muz mess up pple's hair... so lame lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c5051e11a800000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i look fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c50513909500000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who is the ASSHOLE who came up with the idea of pushing pple... observe carefully yaqi's twisted little legs... so ke lian... EVIL!!! innocent victim (me also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112461289200868250?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112461289200868250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112461289200868250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112461289200868250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112461289200868250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-pe-lesson-lpl-not-epl.html' title='Last PE Lesson (LPL not EPL)'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112454812295272211</id><published>2005-08-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:31:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut at Beauty World</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;   this blog is so so stagnant... but can't blame anyone... we've been busy piaing hw and mugging... the prelims so near and im so screwed... but this is so sian so i will juz blog and post some pics of our haircut the last friday! can't believe that there is a cool salon there at Beauty World... amazing man... like a treasure in the most unattractive place... but Beauty World isn't half as SUCKY as Ginza Plaza near West Coast... that place is like sai (for pple who know that place)!! I had previously tot of blogging some tots of the exams and sch ending soon and stuff lah... like some reflection but then lazy and i soon lost my inspirations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c4f4c071da00000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyu looking so TOOT!! still pouting somemore... urghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c4f4c3f0e900000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks acting cute... but better than the previous one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c4f4c5f0ef00000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual... yanru loves acting ugly (i mean BEING ugly... not acting at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c40a26f07300000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah laoo... so toot and uglyy... try to escape somemore... still think u veri shuai is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c4f4c471de00000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... i didn't take this photo myself hor... huishan was sneaking around taking shots of everione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c4f4c671dc00000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the haircut... dun u think yanru looks the same... *oops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d601b3127cce93c4f4dbf0f100000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahs... actually this photo so ugly... damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took like almost 2 HOURS for 4 pple... but its because the hairdresser is veri careful... yanru keep saying he is super shuai one... look a bit ah beng leh... but friendly lah... and the shop got machine to wash ur hair... SO COOL RIGHT!!! but i felt that the massage SUPER ITCHY... wanted to jump out of it many times... was cringing throughout while i saw liyu relaxed until sleeping... last time i try the iFoot or something also damn itchy to me... i cant use osim... but the new iDesire so cool... got Zhang Fei as spokesperson somemore... heard him on radio live at the roadshow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go off... haven done much except one maths tutorial... and i watched Bring It On Again VCD... wah laoo... their moves veri dance leh... DAMN NICE... watched the 1st one on TV thats why went to get the VCD... wonder if we r still watching THE MAID on Tues... SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112454812295272211?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112454812295272211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112454812295272211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112454812295272211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112454812295272211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/haircut-at-beauty-world.html' title='Haircut at Beauty World'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112411100841477279</id><published>2005-08-15T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:06:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some photos</title><content type='html'>here are some photos i took during the fireworks festival display by the portuguese team at marina bay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images5.theimagehosting.com/DSCF2668.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images5.theimagehosting.com/DSCF2684.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images5.theimagehosting.com/DSCF2720.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images5.theimagehosting.com/DSCF2690.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images5.theimagehosting.com/DSCF2697.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This firework quite cool, actually because i don't have a tripod so the firework is a bit blur and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images5.theimagehosting.com/DSCF2705.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fiery red firework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images5.theimagehosting.com/DSCF2723.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grand finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP Celebrations at Jurong East&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images5.theimagehosting.com/HPIM0732.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education minister tharman and trade and industry minster lim hng kiang. they both stared at me angrily after i took their photos secretly and i was driven off by the police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/472/hpim07383gv.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A malay policeman on patrol duty talking with his family, not scared later his boss sack him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aloyteo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112411100841477279?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112411100841477279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112411100841477279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112411100841477279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112411100841477279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-photos.html' title='some photos'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112325086900953782</id><published>2005-08-05T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:10:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair cut</title><content type='html'>hah.... must blog about this......finally got my hair cut by sheryl, amy, carine and liyu today!! mostly by sheryl and liyu whereas amy ran off halfway for soccer prac and carine was there to give advice....the feeling of being fussed over by 4 gals with distinct tastes is weird but quite exciting, har....though i was super itchy due to all the hair on me and they cut until my scalp very pain coz we only had a layering scissors with us. After finally after a hour plus of snipping and cutting, my new haircut was completed.....according to everyone who saw it, it was nice. So it's nice lar..har. must acknowledge the following pple for this new hairstyle... oh yar, by the way, my sisters and mom thought that it wasn't bad..... anyway thanks must go to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 sheryl for bringing the scissors&lt;br /&gt;2 liyu and carine for cutting my hair, giving valuable advice befor sheryl hacks all my hair off and  styling the hair&lt;br /&gt;3 weilin who was there throughout the trial and trying her hardest to leave pictures of me getting my hair cut(but to no avail due to my strong adversion towards phto-taking...:P sorry) and oh yar! thanks for getting the towel too!&lt;br /&gt;4 amy who ran off even b4 the basic shape of the haircut is completed but thanks for her enthu participation anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who wants to see how i look like now, pls come to sch on mon....hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dochas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112325086900953782?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112325086900953782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112325086900953782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112325086900953782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112325086900953782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/hair-cut.html' title='hair cut'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112299146483644640</id><published>2005-08-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:05:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/1600/Pic%28244%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/602/320/Pic%28244%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have some REAL men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112299146483644640?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112299146483644640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112299146483644640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112299146483644640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112299146483644640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-we-have-some-real-men.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112272022667390041</id><published>2005-07-30T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T18:43:47.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah no hair!</title><content type='html'>hello yesterday 4 of the cls guys went to shave in the hair for hope project. That is an amazing 40% of the male population in 04s75 (44.4% if you exclude samuel) that embarked an a preview to NS by experiencing firsthand the much feared and famous head shaving process which everyone has to go through before entering NS. Lets just say, don't get too shocked when you see us on Monday. Our only regret is that we didn't managed to force Samuel to shave ... but he'll experience the head-shaving process real soon enuf(ok actually its stil a few months away)... and we all look forward to it, don't we? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112272022667390041?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112272022667390041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112272022667390041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112272022667390041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112272022667390041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/07/wah-no-hair.html' title='wah no hair!'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112210370867951553</id><published>2005-07-23T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:32:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poolside bday</title><content type='html'>yoz peeps! tot of injecting a bit more life to dis place by adding some pics taken during amy's surprise bdayyy... was a pretty small-scale thing since dere was sch the next day.. we waited for amy to finish her soccer match b4 tricking her into believing a few of us wil go to cheong chin nam to makan. blindfolded her when she got off the bus n brought her to da bbq pit at my place, where some of our class girls spent our evcening preparing da food.. potato salad, spaghetti, ice-cream, etc.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 dat, every1 headed to the gym. hahaa, dey were all clad in my pe shirts :p even xinyi frm our junior class who came to help out! hee.. n thanks to lala who provided stuff dat we din haf lyk plastic cups n all (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's move in chronological order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morn, we pretended dat amy's slice of bday cake was the onli thing4her celeb. hahaa.. emme n liyu attempted to give her a peck on the cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa22bbd66100000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm the pic, it looks more lyk sniffing amy after peeee..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa22a2574800000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;preparation group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa22ac574600000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seow mimi (in chinese!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa2370170200000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bday girl opens wine bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa22a1d67b00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 tucking in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our plan was to throw amy into the pool den give her a t-shirt as a bday present hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa236e171c00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;juz b4 dunking amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa236c171e00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa2313965100000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa2303964100000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d902b3127cce92aa25cf0f0a00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentation of bday gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa23ef96ad00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gang photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d903b3127cce92aa23e2179000000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sum1 kindly upload liyu's bdayy photos wiv da fake ruined cake, bouquet n all haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storyline n plot: liyu n emmeline&lt;br /&gt;cake: yaqi&lt;br /&gt;evening preparations: our 2 scriptwriters, yaqi, jac, serene, auyong xinyi, lala, n joyce who arrived in time for the celeb :)&lt;br /&gt;cameo: zj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh gota prepare to go sentosa now! tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-weilin (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112210370867951553?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112210370867951553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112210370867951553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112210370867951553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112210370867951553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/07/poolside-bday.html' title='poolside bday'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112204858239153400</id><published>2005-07-22T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T00:19:07.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi ppl! just to settle some stuff.anw..firstly, nice photos there...=) too bad i wasnt in the CLS photo at the end of the chalet! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chalet&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the ppl who helped to org the chalet, &lt;strong&gt;samuel, weidi, aloy, rich &lt;/strong&gt;and the bbq helpers esp &lt;strong&gt;shiwei, aloy, jieyu, amy, joyce, yaqi &lt;/strong&gt;and all who helped in a way or another =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. RHD kachang puteh &lt;br /&gt;our grand total of 50 bucks to cls funds (haha) attributed to efforts by esp.&lt;strong&gt; weidi&lt;/strong&gt; (checked out tong garden)&lt;strong&gt;aloy teo(&lt;/strong&gt; went down to collect) &lt;strong&gt;serene &lt;/strong&gt;(painstakingly counting the money) &lt;strong&gt;emmeline &lt;/strong&gt;(bringing the steamer and cooking the corn) and everyone else who helped to sell it ( erm kachang puteh dance summore =P) and made us the only j2 cls to earn money this event=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. prom nite&lt;br /&gt;dec 8, thurs, ritz carlton, 80 dollars per person. yeps...pls confirm by mon who wanna go k! we ll just book 2 hotel rooms for cls. one guys one girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. portfolio&lt;br /&gt;rmb that green dangling sheet with lame stuff like academic results tat requires all your bt and promos and prelims results. pls update your contents properly as i believe many changes have taken place since the last time we filled it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. US tertiary education seminar&lt;br /&gt;its on 24th july this sun at suntec. shiwei and me wants to go, so getting ppl. interested msg me. we meeting 1 pm at city hall mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a private note. a big thank you to everyone who helped to make my bday on mon so so memorable=)) you guys rox!! ooh can i have photos if you guys have =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lov,&lt;br /&gt;liyu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112204858239153400?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112204858239153400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112204858239153400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112204858239153400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112204858239153400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/07/hi-ppl-just-to-settle-some-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112151177955460831</id><published>2005-07-16T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:42:11.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet Pics after YEARS of waiting</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;   here to post the chalet pics... can't believe its like 2 weeks late... quite tired after the chalet so never post... then recently so sian also no motivation to post... knew i wouldn't be able to withstand long term blogging, dun feel like posting stuff sometimes so i shall not have a blog lah...&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics... took quite little actually coz the chalet so short also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we juz got into the room... so exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6fbfacaf00000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end liao the chalet... booo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6fb3aca300000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt's photo... look so sexy right... the lighting helped a lot.. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6d032d2200000016108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a disturbing one man show by matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6fbbacab00000015108QZtmjho3cS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats almost all the photos liao... so little only loh... and weilin lost some of her photos... arghh... this is so sian... post another fav song for now... i like a diff song everitime coz my mood can relate to it at diff times... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  李圣杰---远走高飞&lt;br /&gt;作词：蔡伯南　作曲：蔡伯南　编曲：王豫民&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱你错了吗　为什么会受到这么多惩罚　他们说的话像针往心里扎&lt;br /&gt;我心中的怕　不知该怎么做才可以放下　只不过想好好的爱一次啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＃带我远走高飞　不去理会　这一个蜚短流长的世界布满虚伪&lt;br /&gt;　是你让我选择沉醉　繁星守候月不能睡　只因为爱上了夜的黑&lt;br /&gt;　带我远走高飞　一起去追　有一个叫做幸福的世界没有泪水&lt;br /&gt;　我已经感觉到疲累　只想在你怀抱入睡　不在乎别人眼中是非&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重新再出发　能不能让这天地不再吵杂　我的心里面安静得不像话&lt;br /&gt;故事的真假　没有多余的力气去分辨他　只不过想好好的爱一次啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat ＃,＃ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its li sheng jie's yuan zou gao fei... (view in unicode) the wei lian is it (blind contestant) of the superstar got sing... niceee... i wish everithing would be simpler... :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112151177955460831?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112151177955460831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112151177955460831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112151177955460831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112151177955460831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/07/chalet-pics-after-years-of-waiting.html' title='Chalet Pics after YEARS of waiting'/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112151205990930020</id><published>2005-07-16T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:28:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys! :) hahaa the pics for class chalet are finally here =))) very sorry i accidentally deleted most of my day 1 photos :p so here's wads left. quite a lot still yay. but but but most of them got my face in dere cos it's from my cam haha... nonetheless, enjoY!!! wheee~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c72ecfb00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yanner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6f95ac8500000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianzilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6d3b2d1a00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raping amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6d352d1400000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6d2f2d0e00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our family portrait =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6f962db600000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da 5 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6f942db400000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 the girls' bedtime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6f99ac8900000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking to beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6f982db800000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6f862da600000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6f87ac9700000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c7eecf700000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.shutterfly.com/share/pictures.jsp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c6aece300000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c68ece100000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c696dd000000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c56ecdf00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carefree~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c476dfe00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c436dfa00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6ceb6d5200000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emme n stacy wiv seashells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6cc16d7800000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seow mimi :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6cceec4700000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like australia.. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6cbcec3500000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6ca76d1e00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emme's boundless energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c94ec1d00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6d46ac5700000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6d44ac5500000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6d2cac3d00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghostly photo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6c92ec1b00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6ce96d5000000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da girls =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6cd76d6e00000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5d937b3127cce928c6d392d1800000016108AasWbNu3Yuc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u guys enjoyed it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv, &lt;br /&gt;weilin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112151205990930020?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112151205990930020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112151205990930020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112151205990930020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112151205990930020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-guys-hahaa-pics-for-class-chalet_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmeline</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-8690530.post-112135819247212528</id><published>2005-07-15T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:26:19.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nuthin much</title><content type='html'>heyoz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz posting to keep this place alive... alot of other cls blogs are totally dead so we muz be abit diff... someone pls pls pls post up the pics of chalet here leh... or at least someonepls ask weilin to... anyway regarding the recent block test... hope everyone got what they aimed for... if u din... well it isn't too late to start now... it's seven more weeks to prelims... so everyone put in your best efforts ok? it all boils down to this and A-levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel lyk leaving my name, but i'm someone hu has blogged here less than 5 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes can someone pls change the blogskin? it's pretty sickening seeing all those red crosses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690530-112135819247212528?l=04s75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/feeds/112135819247212528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690530&amp;postID=112135819247212528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112135819247212528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690530/posts/default/112135819247212528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://04s75.blogspot.com/2005/07/nuthin-much.html' title='nuthin much'/><author><name>Emmeline</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></feed>
