<?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-22555887</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:06:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bella Vita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>enchantzment</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>375</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-6545608419409287506</id><published>2007-02-21T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:24:09.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d150/cheryl779/Sasha-Pivovarova-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d150/cheryl779/Sasha-Pivovarova-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d150/cheryl779/Sasha-Pivovarova-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons are really pointless. Like Chinese. But I don't think they can possibly do without chinese lessons completely either, or at least I can't imagine them doing that and still having an exam in a subject that doesn't even seem important enough to warrant lessons, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to repeat that I'm bored post after post, but I'm surfing Friendster aimlessly deleting more of the embarrassing fanclubs I joined when I didn't know better years ago. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go and 修发尾! That means to trim my hair. Gosh, I hate the spoilt ends. There's nothing more worrying than randomly looking at ends of clumps of hair and seeing so many wavy lines. I can't believe they're even nicely formed, those waves. Gaaaaaah. But I'm still intending to let my hair grow long though. Occasional trims, but I'll let it grow long.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate my fringe and how it can't be pulled to the side anymore no matter how much hairspray I use or how I clip it everyday. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human relationships are so weird. So are human-to-human feelings and contact. How do you tell if someone is trying to give you the hint that they don't want to talk to you anymore/ wants to be left alone/ is going to avoid you if you talk to her further/ is disinterested but they don't want to hurt you and try their very best to be nice in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;Even I do that to people and end up avoiding them and giving excuses when I'm tired of the niceties. I know it takes someone experienced with good judgement of body language and all that to tell, and if you can't it just means you aren't learned enough, but fact is I'm not learned enough yet. I still can't tell. Which is frustrating at times when you badly need the knowledge to tell if you're putting off someone you like decently. Sigh.&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;What thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for this pointless end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-6545608419409287506?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6545608419409287506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=6545608419409287506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/6545608419409287506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/6545608419409287506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-lessons-are-really-pointless.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-8131506358872210853</id><published>2007-02-19T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:29:16.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian. Everytime I try to upload 5 pictures at a time on Blogger there'll be a damn error. But when I upload one by one it's fine. No way am I gonna suffer uploading pictures like this next time man. I hope it's not because my pictures have grown larger  (doubled, to be exact) in file size now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdlZ-kV-fYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hcGEi8FAlP0/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdlZ-kV-fYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hcGEi8FAlP0/s400/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033152990005853570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdla4UV-fZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nsKXsNW61A4/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdla4UV-fZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nsKXsNW61A4/s400/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033153982143298962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdla40V-faI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fwpribbjvbI/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdla40V-faI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fwpribbjvbI/s400/DSC00088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033153990733233570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I took this in a columbarium. I took two other shots actually, but they turned out to be too blur. And my dad scared me with the thought that I might have captured the energy of a spirit or something and it'd haunt me. So I prayed twice and then deleted the pictures when I got home. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdla5UV-fbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aAL4aZDG_I4/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdla5UV-fbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aAL4aZDG_I4/s400/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033153999323168178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My favourite shot from yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdla50V-fcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cblaCl_trao/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdla50V-fcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cblaCl_trao/s400/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033154007913102786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaan, must I repeat how much I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; zee camera? It's teh hot. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to upload only a few more pictures. I am pissed with Blogger's lag. I'm gonna turn to Photobucket one fine day, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdld6kV-fdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZcGDuWeKqm0/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdld6kV-fdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZcGDuWeKqm0/s400/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033157319332888018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdld60V-feI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OXILm5G-hww/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdld60V-feI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OXILm5G-hww/s400/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033157323627855330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdld7EV-ffI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vLfDSa6AjbE/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdld7EV-ffI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vLfDSa6AjbE/s400/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033157327922822642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdld7kV-fgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rt3JqdZ4AzY/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdld7kV-fgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rt3JqdZ4AzY/s400/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033157336512757250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below two last pictures are to demonstrate the glory of being able to adjust your shutter speed so even pictures taken from the car moving at like an average of 80 km/h will turn out to be perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdle8EV-fhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FexGcc8rSbY/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdle8EV-fhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FexGcc8rSbY/s400/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033158444614319634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdle8UV-fiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yI4bzO1shno/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rdle8UV-fiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yI4bzO1shno/s400/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033158448909286946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rather slack these days. At least for me. I don't have to visit anymore people and it's starting to rain so I just simply laze at home. &lt;br /&gt;Booooooring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-8131506358872210853?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8131506358872210853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=8131506358872210853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/8131506358872210853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/8131506358872210853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdlZ-kV-fYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hcGEi8FAlP0/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-2854906048025483559</id><published>2007-02-18T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:07:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cnet.com.au/cnet/i/r/2006/photography/cameras/22055981/sc001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm selling my old camera, I just don't know how. My dad says he'll ask his work colleagues (I hate spelling this word), so oh well. We haven't even set a price yet. I'll have to check Ebay later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with the old, in with the new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaan, I totally love this camera. I did more research on it, and the reviews I'd seen were pretty good. So I bought it yesterday. I looooooooove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's semi-professional, the MASP functions are there. It's in every way like a dSLR to me, just that it isn't that professional. I'm setting it at 5 megapixels, and even at that each file is around 2000 kbs. Sigh. But no choice la. &lt;br /&gt;I always use the Aperture priority setting cuz it's the most suitable one for most conditions for me. I love setting the contrast to high and setting the color mode into 'Vivid' because it delivers bold, sharp-color pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to upload the pictures I took today, but somehow Blogger keeps refusing to upload. Damn. Oh well. Next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-2854906048025483559?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2854906048025483559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=2854906048025483559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/2854906048025483559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/2854906048025483559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-my-new-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-9179165680676465221</id><published>2007-02-16T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:19:06.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've screwed up my PSP on the first day I got it. Which is rather sucky, okay who am I kidding, big-time sucky. My aunt has to go and get it fixed before she sends it back to me, so I think I'll only be able to play games like...next month? Next next month?! Walao lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. It teaches me a huge lesson. Once bitten, forever shy man. Yeah yeah I know that isn't the original phrase as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; people I know will definitely nitpick, but whatever la ok?! I am never gonna fiddle around with my PSP in areas where I am doubtful of. Never ever. Will not press a single button until I find out from the manual or someone else that it's safe to proceed. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdVV3GawunI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cUrk5Ihw4Y4/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdVV3GawunI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cUrk5Ihw4Y4/s400/PICT0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032022563760421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdVV3WawuoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AHFKSNPzzgI/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdVV3WawuoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AHFKSNPzzgI/s400/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032022568055388802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdVV3mawupI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Rl7E2-jB5h4/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdVV3mawupI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Rl7E2-jB5h4/s400/PICT0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032022572350356114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't tried going online with the PSP yet. But I already saw the function. It's quite cool leh. That is, if there's wireless Internet around you. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lynette were on duty today for the CNY. That is, to take photos la. But we had no idea it was so embarrassing. Cuz we had to run up front, block people's views and just keep taking pictures with flash all the time. Damn paiseh. Johann (I think that's how his name is spelled) kept slacking in the later half and telling me to go up and take. Ugh. At least now I know which kinds of events to do duty for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I think I'm addicted to 我又初恋了 by Mayday, 五月天. The MV is damn cute also! Ashin cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttteeeeeeeeeee. Hehe. The lyrics are very cute too. Everything about the song is cute! And the whole album is produced by the band, so it's kinda amazing too. This particular song is composed by Ashin and Stone. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;我又初恋了&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;五月天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次從愛裡離開  就像是心被切一塊&lt;br /&gt;切一塊 下次再也不敢放膽愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰知道主歌才一半  橋段都還沒唱出來&lt;br /&gt;就突然 你的出現爆破了悲哀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;難道 我又我又初戀了  不可能 我又我又初戀了&lt;br /&gt;可是 真的真的初戀了  這一種feel  我又 真的真的初戀了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愛你 你愛我  我們再也找不到借口&lt;br /&gt;就像是 第一次  一起飛著愛情的自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愛你 你愛我 我們再也不需要借口&lt;br /&gt;又一次 初戀了 就算降講有一點荒謬  誰在乎喔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我吃了鐵牛運功散 因為我內傷好犀利&lt;br /&gt;好犀利 你的魔力真的好犀利&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's in 繁体字. I just copied and pasted it. But it's understandable what. Just figure out what the word is cuz both versions look very similar anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-9179165680676465221?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/9179165680676465221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=9179165680676465221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/9179165680676465221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/9179165680676465221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-screwed-up-my-psp-on-first-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdVV3GawunI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cUrk5Ihw4Y4/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-5554853483949813658</id><published>2007-02-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:25:57.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People who are indecisive to a bloody fault should be shot. People who do not keep to the promises they make to themselves and their good friends who care about them should just...disappear. Sometimes you just get so pissed at them you don't care even if you're not supposed to say such mean stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to know who I'm talking about. So I shall leave it as just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is The Day. It only further proved my point about commercialised events.&lt;br /&gt;You could say I'm only saying this because I'm a loser, I didn't get a single flower/chocolate from any guy, blablabla, no one bothered to send me flowers from another JC and stuff, but I feel happy that I'm not part of this whole hypocritical thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a show of popularity lor. Frigging obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Girls walk around shrieking and laughing and hugging each other just because it's Valentine's Day. What's the beeg deal?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;And then those who received a ton of flowers hug them around happily with a smug face. They don't say it out, but we all know that people who don't receive anything worth parading around are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;losers&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone assumes so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is plain lame. Really, what's the beeg deal about a day which originates from the execution of a jailbird and is only confined to lovers?&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why everyone is so enthusiastic about it is because of commercialism. The media (why do I feel like I'm typing a GP essay?!) makes it look so damn cool if you get flowers and chocolates from guys because it proves how pretty/attractive/chio you are. Besides you can only count yourself lucky if you have a bunch of rich friends who spend on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. This &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singles_Awareness_Day"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; is enough to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdLHLmawumI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ocgbayqphRY/s1600-h/nosmoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdLHLmawumI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ocgbayqphRY/s400/nosmoking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031302735831546466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. A perfect example of sarcastic humour. MY kind of humour. Oh man, I just LOVE sarcastic humour. Probably because I get them very well and they can still make me laugh weeks after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sarcastic people! Not too much though. Just sarcastic enough to be cool in my book. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-5554853483949813658?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5554853483949813658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=5554853483949813658&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/5554853483949813658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/5554853483949813658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/people-who-are-indecisive-to-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RdLHLmawumI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ocgbayqphRY/s72-c/nosmoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-5949965465326949378</id><published>2007-02-13T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:35:45.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crashed MJC today. It's such a boring school to be frank. Okay, so maybe Peiyi will rebuke what I said and say that I was unlucky to come on the most boring day in terms of lessons and even the lessons were even more boring than usual and it was such a hot and sleepy day. But well, boring is the general impression I get of MJC. Can't blame me, I got caught for sleeping in Chem lecture by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; teacher (horror of horrors!) and I slept throughout GP lesson. Bloody hell...why can't their lecture halls have more powerful air-cons? We have to bring jackets in TPJC while I'm literally stuffed hot in their halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw almost all the TPJC people who crashed MJC today sleeping. HAHAHAHAHA. Says it all, doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the TPJC people in MJC, there were alot. Like, over 20? I don't know...just saw many many many people. And when I signed the visitor register I saw so many familiar names and in the school column TPJC dominated the whole thing. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Bio teacher. Might strike you as idiotic and loud and fierce, but later on you realise she's just sarcastic and actually has a great sense of humour. Whee. I absolutely hate the Chem teacher though. She looks like she needs a psychologist soon. Crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I have a good chance of entering MJC. Oh well. At least Peiyi's there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you-know-what&lt;/span&gt;. The Day. All boyfriends get frustrated over what to do, all girlfriends are happy that their boyfriends are frustrated because it shows they care. Kind of cheesy and lame and typical, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a boyfriend right now, I would declare tomorrow a very very normal day. In fact it should be more than normal. It should be boring. Because we see the same thing everywhere: The copious number of couples hugging all over, the blatant advertisements for roses and chocolates, the annoying rush when crazy girls run past you shrieking because they just saw someone else they can give the roses they bought an excess of to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick of it. I shall make my boyfriend treat Valentine's Day like it doesn't exist. If you wanna be loving, you have a grand total of 364 other days other than that obnoxious date to PDA on the streets. Not that I don't see people doing it already. But, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. I just ate some Ferrero Rocher chocolates and I'm feeling fat. I can't believe I'm going to help out at a chocolate shop tomorrow. I am such a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some gifts I have to help my friend pass tomorrow to three guys. Will be so embarrassed especially since I don't even know them well. Got to remember to make the it's-not-from-me disclaimer first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. I haven't watched the last two episodes of the new 9 pm show Elvin's in. I feel so guilt-stricken. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-5949965465326949378?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5949965465326949378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=5949965465326949378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/5949965465326949378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/5949965465326949378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-crashed-mjc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-2901838962755042017</id><published>2007-02-11T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:51:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;None are so hopelessly enslaved as those who falsely believe they are free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goethe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooo. I am so bored. I want to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Protege&lt;/span&gt; on the opening date (15 Feb, I don't even mind booking tickets) and I'm trying to ask around for people who are willing to go with me. At least I've already got one hopeful. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to meet Peiyi, Yingzhen and Linda at Tampines Mall to walk around and eat lunch (I met my civics tutor there, gee) before Peiyi and I headed back to my house. Crapped, watched some Youtube videos and part 1 of the Stomp makeover thingy, which speaking of thankfully doesn't have us yet, and then registered for our JAE. HAHA. I think we were pretty lame in filling up the rest of the choices for fun. Oh well. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Peiyi forgot to bring home the CNY goodies my mom gave her! That's mean la can. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for tomorrow (because some of my friends are crashing TPJC), 24th Feb, 14th Feb (because my aunt's coming over), and any other date I get to go out. Hahahaha. Don't mind me, I'm just a little bit high and lame today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I think I have nothing more to say. Another random blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shall let my words flow on rapids that cut corners to fast&lt;br /&gt;Today could be my day if the sun would rise on the right side&lt;br /&gt;But I am left with your memories...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-2901838962755042017?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2901838962755042017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=2901838962755042017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/2901838962755042017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/2901838962755042017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/none-are-so-hopelessly-enslaved-as.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-6807921468211972632</id><published>2007-02-10T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:21:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels weird to have collected my O Level results already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I started sleeping in every SS lesson once Mdm Lee opened her mouth and found out that somehow I just cannot keep awake with her lullaby-like voice, and that in fact it made pleasant sleep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I used to complain about Peiyi going to toilet before school, during recess, after school and the oh-so-familiar scene when I come out of the cubicle and Peiyi would be in front of me making stupid faces into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that Joey was actually my Chemistry sitting partner who freaked out the first few SPAs because she was afraid I'd make something explode and she'd bear the brunt of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I slept on Peiyi's lap whenever I could and whenever I felt tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that Peiyi and I used to go to the carpark to check out all the cars we liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that me and Peiyi got caught by Miss Kum once for copying each other's work and got a scolding very very loudly in front of the whole class that ended with Miss Kum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt; our  assignments back at us with a huge red "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COPIED&lt;/span&gt;" written on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that we sat under a stupid, on-the-verge-of-breakdown aircon which spitted out dirt, soil, ants and whatever on us, and how we were so irritated about having to adjust it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I hugged Mrs Lai so many times on the day she left, and when I actually went with her to her dance school once to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I was ever in 3R1, and subsequently, 4R1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people always have this bittersweet feeling after something important has passed over? Maybe it really is the journey that matters, not the end. I miss secondary 3 the most, because we were so carefree and we could joke and laugh all we wanted to and even feel lucky that we weren't in our O Level year yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 was more harried. More work, more stress, and I learnt what it meant by letting go of some things if it there wasn't anymore point in suffering just to hold on to them. I learnt what it meant by utter panic when it was the morning before my exams and I was just sitting down there repeating "Shit. Shit. Shit." to myself. I learnt who was my best friends and decided who I wanted to stick to for a lifetime, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed in sec 4. I become really nonsensical, rebellious, intolerable to my family. I don't know why either. I think it's because they kept asking me to do well while I had that "They just want to stress the hell out of me" mentality and ergo, their encouragement just backfired. I've realised since then that I hate people telling me I will do well or stuff like that because I want to be able to work under an as stress-free circumstance as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only safely say I really matured in the transition from sec 4 to JC. I got separated from Peiyi and Joey. I was alone in TPJC. I was so mad at myself for ending up in such a slacky JC, why I didn't get better or at least what I thought I was worthy of in prelims, why my english fared so badly, whether my faith in myself was misplaced because the things I thought I was good at were failing, why I was such a poor conversationalist and in the end didn't really talk to many people and had nobody to stick to during breaks and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in December, I was thinking of giving up hope on my results and just staying in TPJC, and just letting my life suck all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank god I didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now realised alot of things. Most things I learnt the hard way, some just came naturally as a part of the growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm determined, even though I've matured, not to be as boring as matured people are perceived to be. I still wanna act lame, joke with Peiyi about really, really dumb stuff, make my younger sister mad at me and call me childish. The lighter side of life is always something to be cherished. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to work hard for JC! Do well, make everyone happier, make myself most happy, and then my life will definitely not suck all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my afterthoughts from yesterday. What's yours? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-6807921468211972632?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6807921468211972632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=6807921468211972632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/6807921468211972632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/6807921468211972632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-feels-weird-to-have-collected-my-o.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-7606425223326180108</id><published>2007-02-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:58:46.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am...neutral. I am happy with my overall considering I got a bloody B4 for combined humanities thanks to Mdm Lee's fantastic teaching, but I am not happy with my B4. So that neutralises it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I get really flustered when I have to comfort people. I hate comforting people because I am never good at it, or that's what I always think. I don't know if what I say will be interpreted as trying to show off my own results, whether I'm sounding sarcastic or whether I am putting the person down further. Like, even a simple "Cheer up!" might be taken as "Hello I got so much higher than you and I'm happy and I don't give a heck if you're sad but since I'm happy I will tell you to be happy too, very convenient". I myself feel this way when people tell me that sometimes, when I'm really down. So...gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I didn't make the guy I chatted with more miserable without even knowing it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mrs Wee! I love Mrs Wee! I love Mrs Wee! I love Mrs Wee! I love Mrs Wee! I love Mrs Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would repeat that many many times if there wasn't such a thing as pissing off your readers with repeated random sentences. Just love her la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I actually felt rather happy today (sorry, contradiction with what I said previously but heck) because so many SMS-ed/called me! Even people I didn't have the number of. I didn't know so many people bothered about me to waste their time and bill calling me and patiently waiting for me to calm down over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this morning's road-run...haha. I guess it was rather interesting and fun cuz I was with Yiling most of the time and we took photos. But the guy I wanted to see didn't come!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaargh. Sigh oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even saw a naked/near-naked guy on the beach doing suggestive actions. HAHA EWWWWWWWWW. That's all you need to know. I'm in a PG-13 mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next OG outing?!??!?!?! I wanna go out with my OG people! Gaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I've nothing else more to say. I think I'm going to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-7606425223326180108?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7606425223326180108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=7606425223326180108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7606425223326180108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7606425223326180108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-8060317483357803130</id><published>2007-02-08T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:53:06.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many poor-quality pictures to upload. Haha. There are a few hilarious videos too but they can only be watched on my handphone because their quality really sucks balls. Uploading it on Youtube would have your eyes out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T I BRING MY CAMERA TODAY WHY WHY WHY OF ALL DAYS THE CLASS PHOTOS HAVE TO BE TAKEN ON THE DAY I DIDN'T BRING MY CAMERA WHEN I FAITHFULLY BROUGHT IT EVERYDAY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXCEPT &lt;/span&gt;TODAY WHY WHY WHY *(^&amp;*()^*(%*^)*&amp;amp;^%&amp;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to use my handphone. Sheesh. Never mind, at least I can go see other people's blogs and steal their pictures. So far I'm lazy to take their better-quality pictures and upload it here again because I also don't see the point but today's photos were really fun to take and the guys also took with us. So...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the bombardment of low-resolution pixels begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP32awuUI/AAAAAAAAALc/lYQA-F37cwE/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP32awuUI/AAAAAAAAALc/lYQA-F37cwE/s400/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029060492320094530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP4GawuVI/AAAAAAAAALk/NTrD90_F3F4/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP4GawuVI/AAAAAAAAALk/NTrD90_F3F4/s400/DSC00281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029060496615061842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP4GawuWI/AAAAAAAAALs/Je2uAvBXUyI/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP4GawuWI/AAAAAAAAALs/Je2uAvBXUyI/s400/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029060496615061858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chewping and me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She retained from J2. Didn't ask about it cuz, well, everyone has their moments when they don't do well. It doesn't matter. She's really nice! Love her man, haha. She's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pweety&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has a boyfriend whom I've never seen before. Tsktsktsk ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP4WawuXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/q-WA_UJN4kk/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP4WawuXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/q-WA_UJN4kk/s400/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029060500910029170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP4mawuYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Eg7F5PwoO9o/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP4mawuYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Eg7F5PwoO9o/s400/DSC00285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029060505204996482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention but all the photos with 志文哥 (&lt;a href="http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahahaha-i-still-cant-stop-giggling-to.html"&gt;陈老师&lt;/a&gt; la) in it are damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQeGawuZI/AAAAAAAAAME/GNfp2nBkufI/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQeGawuZI/AAAAAAAAAME/GNfp2nBkufI/s400/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061149450090898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQeWawuaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BKE8qgeGkic/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQeWawuaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BKE8qgeGkic/s400/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061153745058210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQemawubI/AAAAAAAAAMU/J9aHoquh3BI/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQemawubI/AAAAAAAAAMU/J9aHoquh3BI/s400/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061158040025522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQemawucI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RdECoLwA660/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQemawucI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RdECoLwA660/s400/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061158040025538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQe2awudI/AAAAAAAAAMk/izy7N01Gmfs/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrQe2awudI/AAAAAAAAAMk/izy7N01Gmfs/s400/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061162334992850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRAWawueI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8AY_P0rA6w8/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRAWawueI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8AY_P0rA6w8/s400/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061737860610530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRAmawufI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WHvpco2VJJM/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRAmawufI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WHvpco2VJJM/s400/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061742155577842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRAmawugI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ReT_7E6RoVM/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRAmawugI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ReT_7E6RoVM/s400/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061742155577858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so sure if I should post the pictures of exclusively me and individual people up because most of them are blur and well I feel like keeping them to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that Keith ah...he has a big mouth that likes to blabber nonsense (most of them funny though) and he always laughs showing all his teeth but when he smiles for photos he shuts his mouth up so tightly you'd think he didn't know how to talk yet or something. I wanted to retake another one with him until he smiled with his teeth but I forgot to. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRBGawuiI/AAAAAAAAANM/5ixL09Fe-fo/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRBGawuiI/AAAAAAAAANM/5ixL09Fe-fo/s400/DSC00297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029061750745512482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRiGawukI/AAAAAAAAANc/i_jnXFeg9Xc/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrRiGawukI/AAAAAAAAANc/i_jnXFeg9Xc/s400/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029062317681195586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! I know the whole class will be missing a few people next week, but I guess most of them will stay on. I really really love the class man. So I am going to get all cheesy and typical and go all like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;07S02 KICKS ASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm happy today. =D&lt;br /&gt;But for tomorrow...sigh. *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-8060317483357803130?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8060317483357803130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=8060317483357803130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/8060317483357803130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/8060317483357803130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-many-poor-quality-pictures-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcrP32awuUI/AAAAAAAAALc/lYQA-F37cwE/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-7130312723100096162</id><published>2007-02-05T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:44:31.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDL6fdDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-MHUZeu3PQg/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDL6fdDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-MHUZeu3PQg/s400/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027972170557387826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a better camera. All my pictures with Peiwen are bloody dark. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDL6fdEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HxbkSsI6Q2s/s1600-h/PICT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDL6fdEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HxbkSsI6Q2s/s400/PICT0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027972170557387842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDb6fdFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eLPp_LAss78/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDb6fdFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eLPp_LAss78/s400/PICT0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027972174852355154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muihong &amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDr6fdGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IUTj71yrjMk/s1600-h/PICT0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDr6fdGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IUTj71yrjMk/s400/PICT0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027972179147322466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jiayun &amp; Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyD76fdHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3dBMqvVXnP0/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyD76fdHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3dBMqvVXnP0/s400/PICT0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027972183442289778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Peiwen, Huizhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcbzar6fdII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ivu1ZzcADxs/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcbzar6fdII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ivu1ZzcADxs/s400/PICT0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027973673795941506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynette &amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a blur figure in some of the photos. That Huizhen ah...tsk tsk. She kept trying to chiong into our pictures either behind/in front of us. Extra la. HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcbza76fdJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vPKmjZoadz4/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcbza76fdJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vPKmjZoadz4/s400/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027973678090908818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jiayun, me, Lynette, Huizhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbzbL6fdKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y6A6BB106yw/s1600-h/PICT0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbzbL6fdKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y6A6BB106yw/s400/PICT0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027973682385876130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Er, most of the girls in our class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcbzbb6fdLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KKPtLhn0sDY/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcbzbb6fdLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KKPtLhn0sDY/s400/PICT0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027973686680843442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcbzbb6fdMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W47BK743YSQ/s1600-h/PICT0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcbzbb6fdMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W47BK743YSQ/s400/PICT0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027973686680843458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-L6fdNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8T7p4X_D--w/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-L6fdNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8T7p4X_D--w/s400/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027976482704553170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-L6fdOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iaZkOCfU-ZQ/s1600-h/PICT0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-L6fdOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iaZkOCfU-ZQ/s400/PICT0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027976482704553186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Yaxiu, Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls I hang out with! Love them man. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-b6fdPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RBxN7TA91iA/s1600-h/PICT0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-b6fdPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RBxN7TA91iA/s400/PICT0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027976486999520498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-r6fdQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JcAk2iEHnrU/s1600-h/PICT0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-r6fdQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JcAk2iEHnrU/s400/PICT0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027976491294487810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Huizhen strikes again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I still wish I had a good picture with Peiwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-76fdRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3i9RRDtG8ho/s1600-h/PICT0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rcb1-76fdRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3i9RRDtG8ho/s400/PICT0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027976495589455122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stiff Maths HOD teacher! HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry ah, I'm just a little bit inane today. But he's really stern and strict and perpetually looks like we suggested he juggle balls in front of us and breathe out fire to entertain us. Don't know la, it's just the impression he gives us.&lt;br /&gt;I think he thinks we're a really hopeless class of delinquents because we keep making so much noise and my partner Peiwen is especially chirpy during his class. No idea why. She can't have a crush on him now can she?! Ugh why did I even think of that thought. Now I'm feeling the creeps. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically today we camwhored since the guys told us to take class photos today but in the end none of them actually managed to take photos so BOO to them. But the girls obviously didn't miss the chance since most of us brought our cameras. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm tired. End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-7130312723100096162?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7130312723100096162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=7130312723100096162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7130312723100096162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7130312723100096162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish-i-had-better-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcbyDL6fdDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-MHUZeu3PQg/s72-c/PICT0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-6242091328839739613</id><published>2007-02-04T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:38:10.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am in a rather dazed mood today. I don't feel particularly anything, like bored or whatever. I'm even thinking of rewriting my chinese compo but I don't have 稿纸 (or is it 稿子? These two words come together by default on my chinese-writing program) and my parents are lazy to go buy for me and they're going to a place where there aren't any Popular stores to buy Minqi's shoes. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rewriting my Bio essay now. Is that weird or is that weird? I think I'm seriously going mad. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-vb6fc-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/hQVDtYPDz3E/s1600-h/cameron-diaz26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-vb6fc-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/hQVDtYPDz3E/s400/cameron-diaz26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027563912441066466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-vb6fc_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/q3hJvv3no_w/s1600-h/rachel-bilson-birthday-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-vb6fc_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/q3hJvv3no_w/s400/rachel-bilson-birthday-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027563912441066482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-vr6fdAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dyRsNuUZvTs/s1600-h/charlize-theron-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-vr6fdAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dyRsNuUZvTs/s400/charlize-theron-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027563916736033794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-v76fdBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W4nbZ1-UA14/s1600-h/parishiltonsamanthathavasa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-v76fdBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W4nbZ1-UA14/s400/parishiltonsamanthathavasa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027563921031001106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-wL6fdCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RQv9pUhy2V4/s1600-h/eva-longoria-ken-paves-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-wL6fdCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RQv9pUhy2V4/s400/eva-longoria-ken-paves-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027563925325968418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old but really nice pictures. I love their dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday, wounds will become memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-6242091328839739613?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6242091328839739613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=6242091328839739613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/6242091328839739613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/6242091328839739613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-in-rather-dazed-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RcV-vb6fc-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/hQVDtYPDz3E/s72-c/cameron-diaz26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-8590065313821032313</id><published>2007-02-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:00:58.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I was closer to my CG/OG in general. I am rather okay with a few people in the group, but never really the WHOLE group. I never am very good in groups, mostly because of my hearing impairment. I also don't feel very very comfortable in large groups since you can't have nice cosy chats one-to-one, you have to speak to like many people at one time. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two books on hand Minqi entrusted me with to finish by next Friday, because she wants me to read them since they're in a series where I've read the first book and she thinks I will enjoy the other two and she has to return them to her school library by Friday so can I please please read them faster since she's already placed them oh so nicely on my table right in front of me and she doesn't wanna remind me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's rather...funny. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people insist that the O Level results come out on Tuesday, while the rest insist that it's on Friday? I am so confused, but I think arguing and fretting about when it comes out doesn't help. I am, honestly speaking, terrified of the actual moment. I hate hearing people speak about it but somehow I realise I sometimes start this topic, so I'm stopping myself now. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I think I'm actually getting serious about this photography thing. As a side hobby which I'm passionate about kind of thing la, not as an actual profession. I want to save up for a dSLR. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hobbies, I can't remember who I actually said this to, but I remember recently someone from TPJC asked me what my hobbies are and I said that I hate people asking me what my hobbies are because it's such a pointless and vague question and your answer just doesn't come immediately and it's so boring that you forget their answers as soon as they're uttered.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it true? So don't ask me what my hobbies are next time and if you ever host or are the leader of some mass event/group don't go around telling people to say their hobbies out loud. It shows how damn boring you can be. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAHA-ing alot nowadays. No idea why. I think I'm going mad. Or maybe I already am. Am I? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed out the whole day today. I'm starting to think I might remain single forever because I can't stand the thought of or even imagine having a boyfriend and not having as much time for my friends any longer. I also think that friends are so much more reliable, and just the better alternative between friends and a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the particular episode of Tyra Bank's show where she says a really, reallllly long sentence going like, "To all people out there who have something nasty to say about me, about women you know the names of, women you don't, women at work, women whose husbands put them down, blablabla..." and ends with "KISS MY FAT ASS!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I think her pronunciation is damn perfect. Could hear every single word clearly which doesn't happen very often. Or maybe it's just because of sound editing. Okay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that episode was...uhm...interesting. I know I really enjoyed watching Tyra in her infamous one-piece swimsuit that was the centre of the whole topic of that episode. She's rather sexy, man. I don't know how those fat pictures were taken. BLATANT PHOTOSHOP! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to end my blog posts. Like I never know how to end all my compos, write-ups, reports, all my writings in general. I just hate ending them because I don't know how to end them nicely. Damn. I need to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-8590065313821032313?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8590065313821032313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=8590065313821032313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/8590065313821032313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/8590065313821032313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish-i-was-closer-to-my-cgog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-4492633312702805482</id><published>2007-02-02T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:44:36.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lynette told me you could buy MCs in clinics! I had no freaking idea at all. Thought you had to fake very convincingly or something. Obviously I haven't faked anything to get a MC before, seeing the guaipok that I am. Gaaaaaah. It just sounds so weird, right...buying MCs, to certify that you're actually sick when you ain't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the new paper&lt;/span&gt; (why do they de-capitalise their name? It's so weird) has this whole article on my Elvin Ng and how he's supposedly dating Joanne Peh. Bleah? Minqi had to come in to inform me with a smug, come-on-slap-me face that my Elvin Ng was attached. TMD!! But whatever la hor, I'm not into that obsessive stage with him where I kill everyone who stands in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was friggin' booooooooooring. So tired, so draggy...that kinda feeling. Where you come out from a 40-mins lesson and feel like it's somehow been half a day. I actually slept during GP because we were in the lecture hall for some stupid current affairs quiz competition (which actually had a few tabloid quiz questions sprinkled in between the normal questions, believe it) before I got poked awake. Literally, I don't know by who.&lt;br /&gt;Mental note to self: Don't sit in front of Huizhen or Peiwen next time. Those two girls are sooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naughty&lt;/span&gt; ok. No other word to describe. They can be cute, but not really when you're being woken up by a nasty jab in your sides which I ABSOLUTELY HATE because I am damn sensitive to such ticklish things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lecture halls are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo...niiiice...tttto...sleeeeep...in&lt;/span&gt;. Just put your hard-cover folder on the makeshift tables and it's comfortable enough. Could practically hear my mind telling myself "Need sleep. Want sleep. Am going to sleep." and the next I knew I was being poked awake. Such is the agony of sleeplessness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's 最高点 had the dude who hosted some pyramid game last time (as Joey reminded me of) act in it right? The 吴伟杰 (I waited for the credits) or Bernard or something. He's so cute man. I haven't seen him on teevee for quite some time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Plus he has DIMPLES! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. I am such a bloody sucker for dimples. Why are they so hard to resist?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugly&lt;/span&gt; by Sugababes. I miss their old group...not that the new girl is horrible, but Mutya's (I think that's the name of the girl who left) voice is awesome. Husky, low, but really nice and...what have you, sexy. I love their &lt;b&gt;Too Lost In You&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Hole In The Head&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Caught In A Moment&lt;/b&gt;. Mostly their ballads la. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is another random post. The GP essay that made me stay up last night has drained me of all possible interesting muses. And I ended up only having 440+ words anyway, 60+ words short of the minimum 500. I know I shouldn't do that, but I really didn't know what else to write and I short-changed myself when I thought I was close to 500 so I quickly wrote my conclusion happily and after I counted the words I became stuck, so I could only write &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; short conclusion paragraph which is only worth like 20 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I never blogged about this earlier since I apparently can remember it now, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;A few mornings before, I was walking to the bus stop, and there was this Changkat (my primary school) boy who looked like he was primary 4/5 (but you can never judge properly since kids nowadays can go both extremes - damn bloody short or way too tall for their age) who was walking behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed him because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; him first. He was screaming something like, "HELP ME HOLD MY BAG! DON'T DROP IT! HOLD IT PROPERLY AH! I TELL YOU AGAIN AH, I HAVE CHOIR TODAY SO FETCH ME AFTER IT @&amp;^@(&amp;amp;@%^&amp;% *high-pitched squeals continue*".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small digression. NO WONDER HE'S FROM CHOIR, AHAHAHAHAHAHA. I was just thinking to myself how soprano-calibre his voice was and then his comment on him having choir today came. HAHAHAHAHA. Had to fight not to laugh out loud very suddenly and risk having him advance on me next in his soprano-calibre voice and then force me to laugh at him right in his face alongside his poor maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was actually yelling at his maid!!!!!! I turned back sharply to look who the hell was making such a damn racket interrupting the peaceful music emanating from the old people going qigong at the basketball court opposite. When I saw the little pest, I stared at him and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stared back&lt;/span&gt;. Had 3-quarters a mind to go over and tell him to shut the fuck up and would he please learn how to respect his maid because if anything she has to put up with such a bugger like him and that's worth an award for her patience/tolerance and then some. But I didn't in the end because the maid was looking very very nervous at me staring at the pest, so I just dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the worst thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued yelling in his mousey voice at his maid as soon as I turned my head back!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(%&amp;^%^WTF*(^)*%&amp;amp;amp;^%&amp;^%*(&amp;amp;*(&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE IGNORANT PEST NO MORE THAN 11 YEARS OLD AND WHO IS WEAK ENOUGH TO NEED A MAID TO CARRY HIS DAMN BAG CAN STILL YELL AND SCOLD HIS MAID ENTHUSIASTICALLY LIKE HE'S THE ONE PAYING HIS MAID HER SALARY?!???!?!?!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that if you're the employer of the maid then it's fine to yell/abuse/disrespect her. I'm only saying it for size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fucking arrogant idiot. I was so pissed that whole morning just thinking about him. And I just remembered Minqi's in choir too! Later I'll go ask her if she knows any idiotic pest who likes to throw his weight around and has a surprisingly high-pitched voice even for his age which is fitting of such a small fry like him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me la! What's the world coming to when kids this young exhibit towkay-like behaviour?! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think I'm done for today, finally. I'm so relieved it's Friday! Woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-4492633312702805482?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4492633312702805482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=4492633312702805482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/4492633312702805482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/4492633312702805482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/lynette-told-me-you-could-buy-mcs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-7639758259264319443</id><published>2007-02-01T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:14:53.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays school can be fun sometimes and then boring again. I'm a rather quiet person in class so I just listen to all the noise the guys can come up with and mostly roll my eyes at them, but classes can get fun sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed back for this enrichment I think, where you make ice cream with liquid nitrogen. I thought our whole class volunteered for it but it seems like some people didn't come. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of fun la. I was at the same bench with the people I always hang out with, Lynette, Yaxiu and Megumi, so we just put in the milk, cream, sugar and vanilla flavouring and then I went first to pour in liquid nitrogen. I think I was the first to eat my ice cream. But it was kinda melted cuz some teacher said not to put too much or it'll be too frozen. So I ended up eating semi-melted ice cream when the other people who made their ice cream later got the perfect texture. But I went around stealing everyone's ice cream anyway, so it didn't matter. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was the first period today, and we were given a choice to run 4 rounds at the teacher's pace and have a 1 min break in between each round or run 7 rounds at our own pace continuously. We chose the 7 rounds option because honestly I am and I guess everyone too is terrified of the teacher. Mr Lee I think. He's kinda mad sometimes and makes us do all sorts of exercises even when it's raining, on the hard, cemented ground and I feel like my spine's been subjected to all kinds of torture when I get up.&lt;br /&gt;So we ran. Me and Lynette only ran 5 and 3-quarters round while the rest ran 6 rounds before we could stop. Haha. I always lag behind whether with a partner or not. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;played soccer&lt;/span&gt;! I got to kick the ball quite some times you know. At least I didn't actually miss the ball completely and look like a fool. But even with the teacher on our team we only scored one goal cuz he actually hardly helped in shooting the ball into the goal and many times our ball went slightly out of the goal. Sigh, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I headed to MJC to go home with Peiyi. Aaaaaaaahhhhh, I miss her soooo muccchhhh. Secondary school friends are the friends that will stay with you for life, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the photography club went to the boardwalk at Changi to take pictures. Was abit shocked when I heard that we had to go Changi because firstly I didn't charge my camera, I thought I could slack, I had no idea we were going that far, and secondly, Changi leh. It's so damn far and we have to take a damn bus and I'm carrying my file by hand and my bag is sooo heavy and it's where OCH is! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh. But I went in the end la, didn't pon. Anyway I also met someone for dinner at Changi Village since his working place is right there. Maaaaaaaan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10-years-old friends&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primary school friend tapped me on the back when I was walking back home and we chatted briefly. I can't believe he actually reminded me that I bullied him back in primary school! I felt so amused I kept smiling throughout the whole night. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so bloody mundane? I guess you have the choice whether or not to read, and I have to say this is one of my more pointless blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Siiiiiiigh. I just SMS-ed my GP teacher and she said we can't type out our GP essay due tomorrow and I have to write it out, a full 500+ words. I feel bored just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleahhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-7639758259264319443?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7639758259264319443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=7639758259264319443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7639758259264319443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7639758259264319443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/02/nowadays-school-can-be-fun-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-1780717509606847158</id><published>2007-01-28T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:48:14.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired, I have no energy to elaborate much on how Joey's makeover was (not that it was bad), because my period started today. But I am happy about one thing. I was right about myself PMS-ing the past few days! Which is very good because I know when I have to stay away from most people except the people I know can tolerate me.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't end up pissing the people I don't want to anger off and giving them a horrible impression of me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say this much about Joey's makeover though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking embarrassed. They filmed each individual group of friends/relatives that the contestant invited as he/she walked into the cafe right, and when it was me and Peiyi's turn we didn't really know how to react. Despite having talked about how we wouldn't know how to react in front of the camera we still ended up not having any sort of composure at all. Just kept trying not to laugh even before Joey appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joey actually walked in, it occurred to me first thing that it was her. But it was kinda slow how I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; it was actually JOEY MY ACT-LESBIAN PARTNER MY FAVOURITE PERSON TO INSULT THE LAHGOON WITH A ROUND FACE WHOSE TASTE IS THE OPPOSITE OF MINE WHOSE ASS I LOVE TO SMACK OMFG OMFG. I guess that's how it is. So me and Peiyi laughed, obviously, and the worst thing is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I fell down just laughing&lt;/span&gt;. WTF right. I was very conscious of the dumb cameraman pointing the thingy at me then and quickly tugged at Peiyi's arm which I had already been holding on to even before Joey walked in to get myself up and continued laughing all the same.&lt;br /&gt;A rather long moment followed when me and Peiyi just stared at Joey with the cameraman between us not knowing who exactly to point the camera at.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm thinking if I didn't suddenly reacted and went to hug Joey nothing would have been done and we would just stand there stoning at each other. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, Joey was the last of the three that came out, so before that the reactions of the friends of the other two contestants were those of surprise, joy, happiness, gladness for the guy/girl because he/she looks so pretty/shuai now...only me and Peiyi blatantly laughed right in Joey's face. LOL mean I know, but we aren't just the flattering kind of friends especially to Joey and she knows it. At least we didn't keep to our threat of going "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww..." when we see Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing Peiyi left for her OG dinner and Joey and I ate dinner at Eastpoint before I tried to be nice and help Joey pick out 14542++ outfits to try on at all the apparel shops in Eastpoint but she rejected all and didn't buy anything in the end. Bloody cheapskate. -____-''&lt;br /&gt;Then she headed to my house to get hairspray and hair gel I so kindly offered her since I don't use them anymore. Her dad picked her up from my house at a grand time of &lt;u&gt;10 pm&lt;/u&gt;. Late huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAANDDDDDDD...before I forget, many thanks to Joey in her borrowed outfit and thick make-up and professional hair for being my model and posing however I told her to pose in the slight drizzle outside Vivo despite not being used to camel boots! Yay, more pictures for my portfolio. Not that I'm actually very very very serious about being a professional photographer at the moment because I don't even own a dSLR or a very good camera to begin with, or even have great photo-taking skills that are decently recognised by other people, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking they save me from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if there're no captions or whatever and you don't know what's going on and hell there are so much to scroll down on and your eyes hurt from seeing Joey all the time but well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjLwkhxrI/AAAAAAAAADk/wncS0HzaGs0/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjLwkhxrI/AAAAAAAAADk/wncS0HzaGs0/s400/PICT0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025070706650629810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjMwkhxsI/AAAAAAAAADs/PuqdWZIenM4/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjMwkhxsI/AAAAAAAAADs/PuqdWZIenM4/s400/PICT0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025070723830499010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjNQkhxtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y15sTdTK7kE/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjNQkhxtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y15sTdTK7kE/s400/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025070732420433618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjNwkhxuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3Bj6IAsYnNU/s1600-h/PICT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjNwkhxuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3Bj6IAsYnNU/s400/PICT0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025070741010368226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The beginning of the revelation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjOQkhxvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8mLw5y6--Ug/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjOQkhxvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8mLw5y6--Ug/s400/PICT0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025070749600302834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NdwkhxwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xY0LHwrdly0/s1600-h/PICT0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NdwkhxwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xY0LHwrdly0/s400/PICT0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025750514074240770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, yes most pictures with me inside are horribly taken, but it's because it's not me taking it. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NeQkhxxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YhX7NdqH9Sw/s1600-h/PICT0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NeQkhxxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YhX7NdqH9Sw/s400/PICT0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025750522664175378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NegkhxyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KQdv0cbj_BI/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NegkhxyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KQdv0cbj_BI/s400/PICT0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025750526959142690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NfAkhxzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YEkeXrpCkUg/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NfAkhxzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YEkeXrpCkUg/s400/PICT0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025750535549077298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NfQkhx0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/d8XeEmJRoyo/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8NfQkhx0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/d8XeEmJRoyo/s400/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025750539844044610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post some of the said posed pictures up. The rest are for me and Joey and Peiyi to keep. Muahahaha. And I don't have a very good camera so most of them are kinda blur...sigh. No choice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Oigkhx1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ww25qK0NCxI/s1600-h/PICT0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Oigkhx1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ww25qK0NCxI/s400/PICT0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025751695190247250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Oiwkhx2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aGgvgrQoCWk/s1600-h/PICT0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Oiwkhx2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aGgvgrQoCWk/s400/PICT0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025751699485214562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8OjQkhx3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/pNCyoC27H9M/s1600-h/PICT0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8OjQkhx3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/pNCyoC27H9M/s400/PICT0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025751708075149170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Ojgkhx4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VKoWuCFyYkU/s1600-h/PICT0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Ojgkhx4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VKoWuCFyYkU/s400/PICT0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025751712370116482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8OkAkhx5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/mQ_Wsm_YQl4/s1600-h/PICT0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8OkAkhx5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/mQ_Wsm_YQl4/s400/PICT0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025751720960051090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8PpAkhx6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/OOPD7hWxuKk/s1600-h/PICT0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8PpAkhx6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/OOPD7hWxuKk/s400/PICT0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025752906371024802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Ppgkhx7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GBCnMGEHrAg/s1600-h/PICT0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Ppgkhx7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GBCnMGEHrAg/s400/PICT0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025752914960959410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Ppwkhx8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Tt775Ap9HzE/s1600-h/PICT0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Ppwkhx8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Tt775Ap9HzE/s400/PICT0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025752919255926722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8PqQkhx9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/mUt2Z8qwais/s1600-h/PICT0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8PqQkhx9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/mUt2Z8qwais/s400/PICT0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025752927845861330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Pqgkhx-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iVsWd3a0bBs/s1600-h/PICT0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Pqgkhx-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iVsWd3a0bBs/s400/PICT0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025752932140828642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Qmwkhx_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/6CZOmRdQRVw/s1600-h/PICT0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8Qmwkhx_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/6CZOmRdQRVw/s400/PICT0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025753967227946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The three winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually when I saw Clarissa (the other girl, duh) I thought she looked very pretty. Which means she couldn't have looked all that bad before the 'makeover'. Joey says her hair wasn't dyed at all and the color is from a previous dye job. So I don't think she changed alot, but I guess I can't judge since I've never seen her pre-'makeover'. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know Joey personally, how do you think of her makeover so far? I wish I could see her candidly now without all that doll-like makeup and glitter that looked like it rained on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End with a last shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8QnQkhyAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0ENWi0hCVBc/s1600-h/PICT0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rb8QnQkhyAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0ENWi0hCVBc/s400/PICT0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025753975817881602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At Eastpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This entry is actually 3 days late but I dated it the day I started writing it and consequently spent 3 days finishing it, for keepsake. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-1780717509606847158?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1780717509606847158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=1780717509606847158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/1780717509606847158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/1780717509606847158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-tired-i-have-no-energy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbyjLwkhxrI/AAAAAAAAADk/wncS0HzaGs0/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-5946163735587726452</id><published>2007-01-26T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:52:16.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Books by Michael Crichton&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Airframe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Andromeda Strain&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Congo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Disclosure&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaters Of The Dead&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Five Patients&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Train Robbery&lt;br /&gt;Jasper Johns&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;br /&gt;Looker&lt;br /&gt;Lost World&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Prey&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Rising Sun&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sphere&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Of Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Terminal Man&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteenth Warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Timeline&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travels&lt;br /&gt;Twister&lt;br /&gt;Westworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted and I have read only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; more of his books since last November when I first posted the list. That's kind of slow to me, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Airframe&lt;/span&gt; I'll have to go find more of his books &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; because Airframe is the last one I have on hand that I haven't read yet. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blogs are getting too wordy. Even when I read it myself I feel bored. Bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to liven things up, I'm uploading random animations/pictures. I have nothing interesting to talk about either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRAkhxmI/AAAAAAAAACo/DDHvNXoD82c/s1600-h/file36.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRAkhxmI/AAAAAAAAACo/DDHvNXoD82c/s400/file36.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024242864589227618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRQkhxnI/AAAAAAAAACw/IF-oDw2cAKE/s1600-h/furrows.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRQkhxnI/AAAAAAAAACw/IF-oDw2cAKE/s400/furrows.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024242868884194930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRQkhxoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bvRW9a_6wO8/s1600-h/lickmi1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRQkhxoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bvRW9a_6wO8/s400/lickmi1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024242868884194946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRgkhxpI/AAAAAAAAADA/wcPL7JJyVN4/s1600-h/petra_nevcova_image_cat_5_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRgkhxpI/AAAAAAAAADA/wcPL7JJyVN4/s400/petra_nevcova_image_cat_5_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024242873179162258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRgkhxqI/AAAAAAAAADI/G7notIkpGnE/s1600-h/everyone_are_happy____by_wojtar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRgkhxqI/AAAAAAAAADI/G7notIkpGnE/s400/everyone_are_happy____by_wojtar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024242873179162274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of interesting things, some people have the ability to make uninteresting things sound interesting in the way they put it, not to mention when they talk about interesting things. &lt;br /&gt;Whereas some people can talk about interesting things, but somehow it sounds dull and boring. They just don't have that flair for putting things across in an intriguing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which one I am. I'll place my bets on the latter. =(&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm losing my blogging bug &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-5946163735587726452?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5946163735587726452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=5946163735587726452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/5946163735587726452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/5946163735587726452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/books-by-michael-crichton-airframe.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbmyRAkhxmI/AAAAAAAAACo/DDHvNXoD82c/s72-c/file36.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-5194000451090091991</id><published>2007-01-25T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:25:48.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why some people can't keep their mouth shut. As in literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus today, and I sat in the lower deck (it was a double deck bus), on those horizontal seats with two rows facing each other right, and I faced this guy who had somewhat of a protruding jaw (but it was natural so it didn't really bother me), and his mouth was more than slightly open. He was staring at the TV Mobile thingy, and his side profile looked horrible with his orifice exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, certainly it's a simple thing to do, just making sure your mouth hasn't unconsciously opened itself. Sometimes it happens, I get that, you know, when you're engrossed in something and kind of forget what you're actually looking like, but at least check every now and then if you've got your mouth open. It's disgusting and looks retarded. There's this girl from my secondary school and in the same JC now as me that seems to perpetually have an open mouth. She looks very bitchy and 三八 because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple moral: keep your mouth closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, in lower secondary, when I wasn't very very close to particularly anyone yet, a few people asked me in separate conversations at different times when we were chatting randomly if I was a Christian. It wasn't exactly the I-just-want-to-know-your-religion thing, they were like "You're Christian right?". And when I said no and asked why they were so sure, they said I "looked Christian". When I asked why with a rather incredulous face (I mean how the heck does someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; Christian?), they said I looked "very English" which meant I looked like I spoke English very well and all the time and ergo, I am a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. There are Chinese churches you know. Why are people proficient in English associated with Christianity? Because Jesus spoke English? Perhaps then. But I just find it plain weird. And how does one look Christian? Those people must have a really vivid imagination, because I absolutely can't figure out how a typical Christian should look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. That was a digression. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked like I spoke mainly English and I looked like I was good in English, huh. That impression seemed to be what I gave many people apparently for the past few years. Earlier this week, I was on the same bus as two of my classmates who chatted with me and were rather nice so I chatted with them too. We talked about O Levels and came to Chinese. One girl looked pointedly at me and said, "You got retake Chinese? No right." and nodded convincingly to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; retake, and I asked her why she was so sure I didn't retake Chinese in the first place. She said that I looked like I spoke good Chinese and that my Chinese was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only feeling rather amused at how I've converted from an English-looking to a Chinese-looking person. As in the language I speak and am good at. But hey, I'm proud of it okay. Personally I'm starting to dislike the people around me who speak of how they did badly for their Chinese and don't intend to brush up on it or anything and actually sound like they're proud that they're Chinese themselves but flunked their mother language and instead excel in another foreign albeit common language, English. I might actually seem like one of them because my conversational Chinese isn't that good yet but at least I know I'm trying to speak more Chinese around my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my English hasn't become worse. It's very good improving my Chinese, but not at the expense of my English. There's got to be a balance you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Just a random interesting thought that occurred to me. Might not be the in least bit interesting to you, but this is MY blog anyhow. So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm deluding myself by thinking there's no homework to do right now. There are some but they're to be passed up next week so I'm not really in a hurry. There's the Maths tutorial, but I'm stuck at this question...so maybe I'll skip it and do the rest later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging helps me clear my thoughts and gives me this feeling like the last thing on my check-list for the day is done. You know, that kind of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm finished.&lt;/span&gt;" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-5194000451090091991?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5194000451090091991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=5194000451090091991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/5194000451090091991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/5194000451090091991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-understand-why-some-people-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-1211591644270652919</id><published>2007-01-24T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:57:32.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rbc5CwkhxkI/AAAAAAAAACM/y4aAhQ2ANOc/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rbc5CwkhxkI/AAAAAAAAACM/y4aAhQ2ANOc/s400/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023546628915709506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The spastics say hi. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I blogged about my GP assignment right? Well I can confirm that Miss Lee has read my paragraph and at least finds it interesting enough to keep referring to it indirectly throughout the whole lesson. She kept using smelly as an example and looked a few times pointedly at me. But she wasn't pissed or anything la. She even had this amused smile. Well...I donno. Is my answer that funny? =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Wednesday we have CCAs, and I'm finding Photography a hell of a real bore. We had two sessions including today so far. Blablabla. They told us to bring our portfolio of at least 4/5 photos, but I forgot to actually transfer my nicer ones onto a memory card or thumbdrive yesterday so I just popped in an empty memory card into my camera and went to school to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Then during the session they showed everyone the pictures some of us took (mine was only briefly, they didn't say anything about it either) and kept criticizing them. Very lame. One particular senior kept saying the same stuff over and over again: "I think you should shift the camera more to the left/right/up/down, I think you should get rid of this obstruction, I think blableebloo yaddayadda". Like he got nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;Chang Yuan (but I call him 汤圆, Tang Yuan since they sound so alike it doesn't matter), the vice president of the club, also talked. Very very very very boring. Yiling thinks Tang Yuan is cute! Haha. One good thing is I get to walk home with someone who lives like 2 blocks away from me. At first I thought Brendan was Malay but it turns out he's Chinese. HAHAHAHA. No, I'm not interested in him though. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rbc5CgkhxjI/AAAAAAAAACE/wIY5kf_-ikQ/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rbc5CgkhxjI/AAAAAAAAACE/wIY5kf_-ikQ/s400/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023546624620742194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bleah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school I hang out with Lynette, Megumi and Yaxiu. They're pretty nice people, even if Megumi is that little bit rough (believe it or not she hits people harder than me). I still laugh senselessly during Chinese lesson even if nothing in particular is funny. And then I make Lynette laugh because she's already teetering on the edge of laughing and not laughing so me laughing makes her laugh. And then we present ourselves as two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao char bo&lt;/span&gt;s to 志文哥. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, he's 陈老师 but we all call him 志文哥 being the crazy class we are. Honestly, I've never met anyone with expressions as hilarious as his. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, school's basically still boring. TOMORROW THERE'S PE! AAAAAHHHHH. In every single PE lesson we have so far, we run. All we do is run. It's so bloody stupid. On Tuesday me, Yaxiu and Lynette didn't run, we just walked and jogged slightly if our teacher turned to look at us. But it's still freakin' hot under the sun in the afternoon and it makes us very tired for the rest of the day. Bleaaaaaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Thanks, Syen, for your belated birthday present! Haha. Yesterday I went to MJC to find Peiyi...and it turned out she had choir practice till 7.30 when she thought it was only a short meeting. I ended up having to go home alone at first, but I met Syen and others at the bus stop. So I went home with Syen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, really random. I don't muse about anything interesting nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-1211591644270652919?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1211591644270652919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=1211591644270652919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/1211591644270652919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/1211591644270652919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/spastics-say-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Rbc5CwkhxkI/AAAAAAAAACM/y4aAhQ2ANOc/s72-c/DSC00166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-7230377021300129948</id><published>2007-01-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:21:30.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During GP lesson today, I made Miss Lee laugh. We were split into 4 groups around the end of the lesson, and we were supposed to each write down on a piece of paper our own answer to our group's question then combine them or something in the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group's was: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will never date anyone who is...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never date anyone who is smelly. People should have a basic standard of hygiene and if one doesn't even bother enough to make sure he smells good, then it obviously shows that he is not concerned with his image at all. Looks cannot be changed, so the next best and easiest thing is to make sure you at least smell decent. Guys are expected to at least bathe and maybe even spray some deodorant so that they smell good during dates.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that. I know I sound very Xiaxue-ish. I was just feeling very crappy and decided to just write whatever I simply felt like writing, you know, letting the childish side of me take over, and this came out. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least Miss Lee laughed. Am happy enough. I don't know if I find my answer particularly funny, I just found it very true. I don't know how it's gonna fare when it comes to being shown and combined with other answers though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Joey's previous and current nick where she translated english lyrics (from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chasing Cars&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's Where You Find Love&lt;/span&gt; no less) to chinese, I was looking at some lyrics just now and trying to see if I could translate it to english and still sound, you know, as meaningful. Just didn't work out. I looked at JJ's, then Mayday's and I still couldn't come up with a translated english lyric that didn't sound clichéd or lame or just plain weird. Chinese lyrics can contain clichéd phrases but still sound beautiful in place. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I hate the binomial theorem. Why is Maths so friggin' pointless? We're learning about this weird formula that goes on FOR INFINITY. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no choice&lt;/span&gt;, only can take first few terms since the rest are insignificant because they run like more than 10 decimal places.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to spend the rest of your life with and don't want to be bogged down by a troublesome marriage partner? Sure, solve a binominal with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;power which can be either NOT a whole number (decimals or fractions) or a negative and see how your life goes. You'll be buried with your notebook and pen and a sad, sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get the point of partial fractions but not if I'm thinking practically. Algebra doesn't even have a part to play in most areas. Not to mention separating a complicated algebraic fraction into its components for the sake of I don't know what. Sighhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very random, but I really wonder what the heck they can do to Joey's hair. And the stuff they're gonna do to it is worth $600++!!!! Which is quite incredulous to me. If Joey had long hair it'd be more justified, but the point is she doesn't. Maybe she'll end up looking like she went for a good dye job only. Whatever la. It all remains to be seen on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-7230377021300129948?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7230377021300129948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=7230377021300129948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7230377021300129948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7230377021300129948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/during-gp-lesson-today-i-made-miss-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-7639153033474362259</id><published>2007-01-22T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:09:30.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I go for the 飞轮海 autograph session this week? It means I'll have to buy their album. $20 gone. Then I have to spend more money eating dinner/lunch with Chuhui if I go with her. $30 gone. Then I still have to go see Joey's makeover. $50++ gone. Waliew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going leh. I'm praying I'll have something on so I'll have a more solid reason not to go. I'm TRYING TO SAVE THIS YEAR! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I just spent some money just now. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Maths. Can never keep myself awake even if it's single period, 40 mins only. Maths lectures are boring enough, but Maths tutorials are worse. It's not the teacher (I don't even know his name)...it's the subject. I hate it hate it hate it hate it. The binomial theorem thingy is enough to shatter my original confidence for taking on Maths at H2 level. And it's only the second topic we're learning after partial fractions! Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I've known Justin for like 10 years! A whole decade. I can't believe he remembers how we first met. Hahahaha so cute. Yeah, he's probably my longest friend. I don't think even Michelle's that long. Hehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Eastpoint with Yaxiu today. I accompanied her to go to Popular and buy her stuff. We kept talking about food, food, and more food, HAHA. I think she's really cute man. And I speak mainly chinese with her, so I can improve on my conversational cheena too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I being so randomly mundane? Bleah. Well whatever, I still have to rush out some homework. And eat an apple. I don't like apples much unless they don't have cores and stalks so I can just bite the whole thing and eat it up. I like kiwis much better. In fact I think kiwis are my favourite fruit apart from grapes and SWEET oranges. But I've not eaten a sweet orange for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-7639153033474362259?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7639153033474362259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=7639153033474362259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7639153033474362259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7639153033474362259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/should-i-go-for-autograph-session-this.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-7675078956461800619</id><published>2007-01-20T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:14:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired but I still want to upload a picture to showcase my victory over...I don't know what. Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbIUqx-py_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HhBgqFB5iiI/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbIUqx-py_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HhBgqFB5iiI/s400/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022099259674708978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is a result of me suddenly discovering new-found thick skin during lunch in Temasek Poly at the open house. I saw the L cosplay character in the canteen, and decided to interrupt my eating and walk over to interrupt his. HAHA. Ok la, I asked him if I could take a picture of him and he obligingly posed. SO HAPPY OKAY. I'm sooo in love with L that I'd gladly accept a decent imitation of him. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we followed him around for some time. But it's kind of embarrassing because well, it's a lame thing to do. So Joey went to ask about her business course, blablabla...I wanted to talk about Hady waving at me during the seminar but am too tired now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-7675078956461800619?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7675078956461800619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=7675078956461800619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7675078956461800619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7675078956461800619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-tired-but-i-still-want-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RbIUqx-py_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HhBgqFB5iiI/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-3006307422618828705</id><published>2007-01-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:27:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why so many people search for stuff on MJC and come to my blog?! HELLOOOOO YOU SMART MJC KIDS OUT THERE, I AM NOT DESERVING ENOUGH OF YOUR SCHOOL AND GOT KICKED OUT. AM IN TPJC NOW. STOP TRAUMATISING ME WITH YOUR FUTILE SEARCHES. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm abit insane. But it's kinda depressing seeing so many searches with the term 'MJC' inside and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt; getting to my blog. And irritating too. No one searches for TPJC and comes here. Bleahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to Temasek Poly's open house. Last year I went, this year go again. No idea why I got talked into it by Joey twice. I actually registered for their seminar out of pure fun and I don't give a toot if Hady is gonna perform there. I only wanted him to win SI because I thought Jonathon was bloody ugly. I hope it doesn't get too boring and I don't get caught sleeping next to Peiyi or something. I'm bringing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Andromeda Strain&lt;/span&gt; by my favourite author to carry me through the talk in case that almost happens. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to NAS today. Talked alot. With Miss Lee (the nice lab technician) and Mrs Wee, my favourite teacher of all times. I felt so mature talking to them...we talked about Singapore's economy, the education system, how hapless life is, how we should just try to be happy, and how sad the school is. HAHA. The two times I went back I didn't even see Mr Chua once despite having some intention to at least catch a glimpse of the pink shirt I miss seeing him wear. Neither did I see Mdm Lee. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home feeling very happy because after the talks I just felt that I should just focus on being happy and working hard now, and I even decided I'd read all my lecture notes throughout the weekend, and then I realised later on that when you're happy and you're determined to find happiness in everything you do somehow it comes to you without you even expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Lord Zeus? The idiot who spammed my tagboard with irrelevant insults directed at Jezer? Okay, so maybe I shouldn't be calling him a idiot, but that's what I thought of him then. He actually contacted me on MSN and apologised. Although I find it puzzling why you should apologise for doing something you acknowledge is stupid and childish and all that if you deemed it worthy enough of you to do it in the first place. But apparently he's got a new aim. Fine, I respect that. And I think it's quite brave and very very very impressive that he did it, because most of the anonymous jerks that insult bloggers through their tagboards never reveal themselves in the end, remaining the cowards they are. At least Lord Zeus (I think he likes this name) was sincere enough to risk me spewing out a whole load of expletives at him (but I didn't, I'm not that impulsive) to apologise to both me and Jezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy okay! I suddenly feel like maybe the world isn't such a depressing place after all. I love everyone who's reading this blog not because I'm being an egoistic blogger, but because only people reading this blog will get that I love them! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minqi just walked in and told me about the next episode (on Monday) of 最高点. Jeanette WILL KISS MY DARLING, ELVIN NG! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH but that isn't the point here. Minqi said that "Shuanghui's (the supposedly dead girl Iceman's devoted to) survival will be confirmed", in her exact own words. Whoa, when did my primary 3 sister's English get so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheem&lt;/span&gt;. BUT, that isn't the point either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Shuanghui lookalike first appeared a few episodes ago, I told Minqi very very logically (heh) that there were only two purposes they could have included this not-so-sudden turn: One, they wanted to show how Zhenya saw the emotional side of Iceman and starts to find some trace of humanity in him and starts to like him and that's how the plot of their love (if they even do fall in love) starts. Two, Shuanghui was alive and she cheated his feelings saying that she was dead because she wanted to leave him for some dubious reasons. And then I proclaimed to Minqi that I highly doubted it was as simple as the first purpose and that I was placing my bets on the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I'M RIGHT HAHAHA ALL HAIL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I donno why Shuanghui would wanna bluff Iceman in the first place la, not confirmed yet...but I was right in the aspect that it was really Shuanghui anyway. You know how I know? I saw her slight hesitation (one very good way to tell between a good actress/actor and a bad one) when Iceman first called her name and grabbed her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;Between good (for the sake of not wasting 2 seconds typing actor/actress I shall type just actor) and bad actors, there isn't a fine line at all. To me the difference is bloody obvious. That Dawn girl who acts as Zhenya in the show is kinda noobish. Her acting is exaggerated, too fake, too scripted. When a drama has alot of noobs acting in it, it gives off a very very contrived vibe which usually makes me stop watching it after the first few episodes.&lt;br /&gt;The scenes with Jeanette Aw (for the life of me I can't remember her character's name) and 715 (Tianjun in the show) are very very very very uncomfortable too. Ironic, considering how their characters are supposed to be very comfortable with each other. I think the problem lies with Jeanette's (OMG right after I typed her name I recalled her character's name - XIAOYANG!) acting. She's too hyper around Tianjun already, like she's obliged to do so (which she actually is la, but she's not supposed to be that unnatural since it's ACTING, duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example. Like the hesitation scene that made me believe that Shuanghui lookalike was the real thing. Noobs will either hesitate too long which gives the whole thing away and makes me wanna go "Booooooooooyaaaaaaaaaaa", or hesitate so short that it appears like they're reacting too fast. Either way it makes me go "Pffft." all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is...almost all the new actresses/actors coming into the industry are noobs. The last 'new' actress/actor I remember who was actually good is Felicia Chin. The rest...gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. Can't do anything but comment on it. The rest is up to the noobish actors whether they learn from experience and become more natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how come I can start off feeling like I won't write much but write a hell lot of stuff anyway. Like Xiaxue's latest entry. HAHA I think my blogging bug is coming back, to quote her. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-3006307422618828705?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3006307422618828705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=3006307422618828705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/3006307422618828705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/3006307422618828705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-so-many-search-for-stuff-on-mjc-and.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-7032353085008107599</id><published>2007-01-18T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:07:12.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She walks as if she is aware of each step, by step, trudging yet having none of the dreadfulness that comes with the action. She walks with a sense of detachment, a whole gollop of determination, her mind only fixated on one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wistful smile betrays her evil inner being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice drummed somewhere near her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll come with you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spins around, startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly loathes herself for being so easily unnerved. She has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice still persisted. It now whispered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirrors on the ceiling,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink champagne on ice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the master’s chambers,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gathered for the feast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stab it with their steely knives,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they just can’t kill the beast&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shuddered. Was this supposed to be expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you really come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You know it in yourself.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? So you will?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;So I will.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly took a sudden turn from the direction she was heading. Walking briskly, she came to a stop in front of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took another step forward, feeling the bravery of a toddler taking her first step forward. She knew it'd be a new chance for her, a chance of being reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing she remembered was clenching her fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passer-bys around gasps and gawk at what they see. A bloody mess around the pavement and spreading out between the many grooves on the tar road. The driver of the car buries his head in his hands in shock, not believing how he witnessed and caused the death of the woman who stepped forward from the pavement just as he had driven past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd forms by the road, and disperses. The talk of the grisly scene is forgotten by the end of the day. The police cleans up and announces another unfortunate road accident caused by careless pedestrians, and warns everyone of the consequences of crossing the busy main roads recklessly, citing this incident as an example. They almost seem to be pleased that they have something solid to scare the public with, to lower the statistics on the monthly reports of fatal traffic accidents. The newspaper with the half-page coverage on the accident files the day's issue away in the archives. The woman's name is forgotten as soon as people finish watching the news at 7. The woman's family grieves, and still do not understand why she went so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, amidst all these, deep down, somewhere in the forbidden, the girl smiles. She knows she has made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't lie. You're still with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so I am. I will be forever...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-7032353085008107599?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7032353085008107599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=7032353085008107599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7032353085008107599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7032353085008107599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-walks-as-if-she-is-aware-of-each.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-4407829076230851151</id><published>2007-01-18T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:04:00.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yyB-py9I/AAAAAAAAABM/MfacCHFFwa4/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yyB-py9I/AAAAAAAAABM/MfacCHFFwa4/s400/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021287944647461842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm really happy in school. If given a choice right now I think I'd still run over to MJC and be with the people I'm very comfortable and happy with. But then again...sometimes there's those funny moments in class and everyone laughs including me and I'm so damn happy I think maybe it's time to start being independent and learn to be happy by myself but most of the time when I'm just sitting with the others for the sake of company during the breaks I feel so alone. Everyone seems to have their best friend with them in TPJC. I'm not close enough to anyone from NAS here, so I'm basically alone. And I'm not one to make good friends very easily. Friends, sure, but I'm a lousy conversationalist too, so even with the friends I've made so far we don't talk much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is I don't think anyone actually gets that I am deaf. I mean, I tie my hair so they've all seen my hearing aids by now, but no one's actually asked besides Megumi who's kind enough to chat with me when we're both bored. It's like they vaguely know I'm deaf but they don't understand that that also means I cannot hear what they say properly, cannot pronounce perfectly, and when I go "Huh?" or talk to them they give me some sort of look. You know, the "I can't really be bothered with you even if you're deaf so if I don't get you never mind, I'll go ask another guy and remember not to talk to you in future" look. I should be used to those looks by now, but somehow going into a new institution just renews the lowered-self-esteem stage for me all over again. That's why I'm so against having to go to a new school without any of my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it doesn't matter. 2 more months. Just smile and bear with it, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my Econs teacher was PMS-ing. It was the first time we met her (first Econs lesson), and she had to go pick on me. I labelled her a crazy bitch in my mind yesterday, but today she seems to have taken a whole new approach. That's why I'm convinced she was only PMS-ing yesterday. She was actually a good sport today, and we actually had fun in our 1-hour-20-minutes Econs lesson. Gee, the sheer unpredictability of females. Tsk, tsk. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next OG outing. The next time more people had better go though. Even though the first outing on Tuesday was fun. Very random, but I love Yiling! Hahahahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yFh-py5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/b4AJxUSMXEo/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yFh-py5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/b4AJxUSMXEo/s400/PICT0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021287180143283090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Yiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yFh-py6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bD51qO3X_Sg/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yFh-py6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bD51qO3X_Sg/s400/PICT0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021287180143283106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ali the joker, hahaha =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yFx-py7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/oehm4cJh6mI/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yFx-py7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/oehm4cJh6mI/s400/PICT0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021287184438250418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The guys with a very very very pro pool-er on the extreme right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yFx-py8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Ym8ycOTR3xA/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yFx-py8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Ym8ycOTR3xA/s400/PICT0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021287184438250434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pool table, with two suspicious, misty figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yyR-py-I/AAAAAAAAABU/EDUeILsvORI/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yyR-py-I/AAAAAAAAABU/EDUeILsvORI/s400/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021287948942429154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our first photography CCA session yesterday. Eh, damn boring. And the whole club only has 3 cameras? dSLRs, but not very very good either. The game was lame...the whole self-introduction thing was lame...the attempts by the seniors to get most of us to talk was lame...I just hope I get my hands on the cameras next time and start taking photos. I think they said the next event we're doing duty on is some college run. Which means we don't have to run!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG, it's such a nice benefit to be in the photography club. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have GP homework to do. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-4407829076230851151?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4407829076230851151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=4407829076230851151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/4407829076230851151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/4407829076230851151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-if-im-really-happy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ra8yyB-py9I/AAAAAAAAABM/MfacCHFFwa4/s72-c/PICT0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-7758027789399770995</id><published>2007-01-15T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:35:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahaha I still can't stop giggling to myself (yes I know it's a very typical girlishly action and unlike me but heck it) when I think of my chinese teacher. 陈老师 ties with Mr Yeo in the funniest chinese (or any other teacher for that matter) teacher I've ever come across. His facial expressions, sense of humour and mannerisms are damn funny. Me and Lynette should know, we sat in front and ended up being damn extra when we kept bursting into LOUD laughter all the time until he even said we were mean for laughing even when he said he was sick and after every single time he coughed. HAHAHAHAHAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I didn't have to present anything for GP today. So awkward. Wanted to talk about social empathy but then I see someone present like can anyhow say also. I feel like going up, crapping, having loooooong moments of embarrassed silence before Miss Lee says I can go back. But...well. Just keeping my fingers crossed that tomorrow I'm not called up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem was boring...held a full bladder throughout which made it worse. Bio was boring. I'm thinking Mrs Gay's (yes that's my teacher's husband surname) slang is getting irritating. Used to find it amusing but now I find it bloody gets on my nerves. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got distracted during Chem practical. Not good. Next time must pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays and Tuesdays we end school at 3.10. Gaaaaaaaaahhhh. At least Mondays our last period is Chinese which makes it more bearable. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm blogging about mundane stuff. That's all I can blog about nowadays. Sigh. Maybe to improve my GP I should start trying to talk about stuff covered in GP. You know, politics and the like. Ugggghhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-7758027789399770995?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7758027789399770995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=7758027789399770995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7758027789399770995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/7758027789399770995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahahaha-i-still-cant-stop-giggling-to.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-3702520784022658462</id><published>2007-01-14T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:39:12.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ran5_h-py3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Wqp_g6FDgxs/s1600-h/void_SSL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ran5_h-py3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Wqp_g6FDgxs/s400/void_SSL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019818129529359218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theonlinecitizen.com/2007/01/13/the-heart-of-society/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-3702520784022658462?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3702520784022658462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=3702520784022658462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/3702520784022658462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/3702520784022658462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/link.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp2.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/Ran5_h-py3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Wqp_g6FDgxs/s72-c/void_SSL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-3996404362559808408</id><published>2007-01-14T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:44:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah Blogger decided to finally give me the new version. I don't have a Google account yet though. But they seem to have overlooked it and lemme go ahead with the new version anyway. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went to eat bak kut teh at my favourite stall (somewhere near Little India) at around 11, then when we were in the car to another food center at Old Airport Road it was announced on the radio that the Thailand PM actually went there and left at around 10. My parents were like, disappointed. HAHA. My mom even said we could have taken photos with him.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we went to the hawker centre at Old Airport Road, I SAW &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELVIN NG&lt;/span&gt;! Cool ahz. Didn't know it was him originally, I even walked past him without noticing, but when he got up to leave I realised it was him. Minqi kept insisting I was wrong, and she said she didn't like the way he kept talking on his handphone and the fact that he was dressed fully in white and walked kind of funny, like he was swaying, but when she saw the Mediacorp van come to pick him up she had nothing more to say. Weird though, Elvin is damn tall. He doesn't seem particularly height-favourable in his dramas, even in the 最高点 at 9 pm. But he's cute man. Too bad I couldn't possibly run up to him because my parents were giving unimpressed, disapproving looks. They're the kind that find idols and such pointless stuff. Bleaaaaahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yesterday and today I spent alot of time with my family. Hah, from 11 till just now we were out, mostly eating. If there's anything my father definitely loves to do besides playing football, it's eating. Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that the O Level results are coming out on 9 February. That's bloody scary, man. I don't want to know so fast, I mean I'm not even confident. Especially about English and Combined Humanities. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RanqdB-py2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/515tjEsM9oU/s1600-h/timetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RanqdB-py2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/515tjEsM9oU/s400/timetable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019801044149455714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new timetable. I can't figure out how to print it out on an A4-sized paper so that it fits the whole paper horizontally, nicely, so I think I'll just wait tomorrow and see if anyone gives us a copy each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's GP tomorrow! Aaaaaahhhhhh, I have no idea whatsoever for the 'speech' we're supposed to give and I don't wanna let Miss Lee down. How how how? We're supposed to talk about ourselves or something and bring something symbolic but I suppose everyone will be bringing a photo. The problem is which one, lol. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck la. I think she'll choose other people to speak first so I can see how it goes and then it'll be my turn next lesson. At least that's how I hope it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think (generally) the 'no-strings-attached' attitude of guys is actually admirable in some ways because girls (or maybe most of us) just cannot be as carefree as guys are in this aspect. Lazy to elaborate. Just know it's got to do with some time observing guys and a recent outing with a group of friends. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-3996404362559808408?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3996404362559808408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=3996404362559808408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/3996404362559808408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/3996404362559808408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/wah-blogger-decided-to-finally-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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://bp0.blogger.com/_x_SceIMYZok/RanqdB-py2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/515tjEsM9oU/s72-c/timetable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-116859861668223693</id><published>2007-01-12T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:53:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was at the bus stop waiting for 291 to go meet Joey and her troublesome cousin, a guy saw me holding Huili's belated birthday present and directly wished me a happy birthday. Haha! I thought that was rather nice, even if it isn't really my birthday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a stupid schedule today. After school, had to communicate with some illiterate through my school gates making me feel so...funny. Weird funny. I mean it's only 5 more mins left to 1, the time they open the school gate, and I'm talking to him through bars (literally). Gives quite a pitiful impression, lol. Then I went to MJC to meet Peiyi and the others (Weilin, Yingzhen, Jezer, Xiaotian) to go back to NAS. Aiyah, I don't know why the heck it rains so bloody heavily every bloody time I head to MJC. Maybe that's a sign. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we talked to some teachers in school. Mrs Wee!!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so much. To bits. To smithereens. To microscopic particles. You get my drift. =D Mrs Sim was very nice, and enthusiastic I guess. She even brought out some Mr Bean jokes which I didn't really get the point of and didn't really find those I understood funny, but Mrs Wee kept laughing at every single one. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad that Mr Yeo and some other good teachers have left. But it's so expected. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 4.30, me, Peiyi and Xiaotian left school because our group that went to NAS together originally had broken up, leaving us with nothing to do. And I had to go meet Joey at the interchange anyway. Waited for Joey for some time...stoned...met her troublesome cousin...rather mundane stuff. And then I had to take bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was fun. Fun because I know more people in my class better. In the morning, the first lesson, PE was just all taking heights and weights and then listening to the teacher talk. I didn't really listen. Then there was like alot of time till GP lesson, so some of us sneaked out to eat breakfast. There was Muihong, Megumi, Debbie, Lynette, Jiaxian, Liangting, Keith and some unknown dude. I'm only naming them because I wanna see if I can remember the names, lol. Jiaxian was funny, he actually used an umbrella with a blue flowery pattern. Damn gay la, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP rocked. Because the teacher, Miss Lorraine Lee, IS VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY PRETTY. She has a slim and nicely-sculpted face, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dimples&lt;/span&gt; to boot. Her smile melts titanium (lol). Her figure pawns Jessica Alba's (ok this one's yet to be proven but heck). Ohmygawd, everything about her just spells pretty. Her hair is gorgeous too...it's long and slightly curly at the ends. And the way she tosses her hair back is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;To quote, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's so hot she could turn a straight girl lesbian&lt;/span&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Miss Lee lost her voice because of some sickness she just recovered from. But she ended up doing all the talking anyway, and even her supposedly weak voice sounded mellifluous. Epitome of feminism and hotness, I tell you. =D&lt;br /&gt;It's nice enough just staring at her throughout the lesson la. HAHA. Next lesson we have to give a speech of sorts though. Abit lame. Oh well, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day. But next week we're gonna get a proper timetable, so maybe I can't blog that often anymore. I hate partial fractions. The binominal theorem notes look incomprehensible. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116859861668223693?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116859861668223693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116859861668223693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116859861668223693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116859861668223693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-i-was-at-bus-stop-waiting-for-291.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-116843335441926089</id><published>2007-01-10T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:49:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Handling a PMS-ing woman is like talking to a child with a loaded gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so very random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116843335441926089?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116843335441926089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116843335441926089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116843335441926089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116843335441926089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/handling-pms-ing-woman-is-like-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116841836390936279</id><published>2007-01-10T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:46:24.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;By transferring the chains into my mind. By imagining the chains on myself voluntarily, is it not a more insidious imprisonment? Is it not worse? With the weight of these physical chains on me, it symbolises my evil nature, reminds me that I am bad. There is no worse that can happen. If I imagine the chains, how can I know that I will not misjudge the weight of the imaginary chains? If misjudged, I live then in perennial fear that the real chains will clap down on my shoulders again. I have been dangled freedom. In truth, the removal of the chains into an illusory form will weigh me down two times heavier than the real chains...don't you understand?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xenoboysg.blogspot.com/2006/12/freedom-deserved.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is freedom something to be deserved? I don't mean literally in the case of the prisoner, but is it something to be deserved for all of us living in the society we are now? It seems to me that we all aren't any much different from the prisoner. We get impounded by our own commitments, materialistic promises, to-dos, until we forget what freedom really is like. Show a CEO of a successful (by stereotypical standards) company a large, green field and chances are he'll feel out of place initially and won't know what's he's supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the prisoner's perspective, he feels he needs a physical barrier to remind him of what he cannot achieve mentally: discipline and his evilness. He doesn't want his so-called freedom because he realises that along with the freedom, he will lose the only marker he has that prevents him from losing even more of the so-called freedom in future. He might think he's evil in nature; he might think the people see evil in him, ergo it is something wedged so deep in his thinking that he cannot stop believing himself evil; he might find himself not 'good' enough for the standards of the society. Whatever it is, he made the choice of staying in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not know it, but we all do the same thing as the prisoner does. With the non-freedom mentality comes the misleading 'I want to be stable and settle down' mentality. It is because we do not want to gain so-called freedom and move on to new pastures that we stay on wherever we are and become depressed and even scared for our future when we're chased out of our familiar turf.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this mentality is wrong. It is in human nature. No one can stand jumping from one thing to another all the time, the sense of routine which gives rise to a sense of security somehow will be lost. And all of us are social creatures; we depend largely on feeling secure and safe. Don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an in-my-opinion post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116841836390936279?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116841836390936279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116841836390936279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116841836390936279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116841836390936279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/by-transferring-chains-into-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116833949227670996</id><published>2007-01-09T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:44:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I know my class already man. We were told we'd only know tomorrow, but today the teachers put up the papers with the allocation results on it, so everyone rushed to get a look. It's not hard to get into your first choice I guess, there's really no results to rank people with and start giving priorities. I mean what can they use? Prelim results meh. That'd be kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, I got into my first choice (obviously, considering what I said in the previous paragraph). Biology, Chemistry and Maths at H2 level, Economics at H1. I thought Peiyi took the same thing as me, but instead of Econs she took Geography. I don't know which one is gonna be harder, but oh well, we have three months to try out so what the heck. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I originally wanted to blog about this, but after I read my daily dose of blogs and saw some of the nicknames on my MSN contact list, I realised it's not only me having the problem, haha. I didn't extend the concession period for my ez-link card when Peiyi said you had to and apparently now I'm paying adult fare. Ridiculous la, no wonder my balance dropped from $19 to $13 in like 4 days. Now I have to make a trip to Tampines Mall tomorrow to get it solved. The problem is I'm so used to going places with other people unless I'm going to meet other people in which case would be fine being alone for a short time before I have company, so this is probably the first time I'm going Tampines Mall alone after school. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aijia doesn't seem to be the kind to even go out and eat lunch after school. She goes home straight. And I don't have any other friends I dare to ask out. So...bleah. I hope in my new class I make some good friends I can hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Joey was featured in the newspapers! Until she complained to me about someone bringing it around and showing everyone her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; picture, then she told me that it was in the Sunday papers. Does anyone have that article to show me, lol. And for the first time I remember, she actually called me chio. O_O&lt;br /&gt;I mean she's really sarcastic and horrible to me when it comes to giving compliments. Getting compliments from her is like awakening the dead, only harder. And she only seems to be like that towards me. I'm thinking she's just PLAIN JEALOUS. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-____-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she actually called me chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joey says:&lt;br /&gt;wear normal chio enough lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl. says:&lt;br /&gt;ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joey says:&lt;br /&gt;happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl. says:&lt;br /&gt;for once man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joey says:&lt;br /&gt;i called u chio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my class is nice! I know I said this earlier, but I also hope that I can make good friends I can eat lunch with everyday! I hope that classes are fun! I hope that I can see SJ more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I understand what the teachers teach so I don't have to feel stupid! I hope that I don't fall asleep in classes because if anything I've realised that I really can't control myself when I feel bloody bored! I hope I get teachers who speak with a fake slang, the faker they sound the better, because as weird as it sounds I actually enjoy listening to such people (very interesting to listen to how pathetic/lame their attempt at having an accent is, but not those who do it to the extent of being obnoxious)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Alot of hopes. I really want to enjoy school, so I can be happy and when I'm happy it's easier doing well right, or something. Whatever la. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go MJ to find Peiyi I really should remove my school badge first, lol. I don't know why I refused to remove it even when I was arguing with myself how extra I seemed. You don't really want to hear my reasoning why I didn't take it off in the end, it's so bloody lame you'd sweat a whole bucket of sweat once you hear it. You know, like the -_-'', just a whole lot more open &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a-fro-sa-fee&lt;/span&gt;s. I don't know how to spell the damn word. I hate the way punctuation signs are spelled, they're always so difficult to recall. And spelling out punctuation signs is actually kind of oxymoronic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Mayday's new album already. Nice la their songs. But I'm more into 罗志祥's 幸福猎人 right now because it's soooooooo sweet and nice. But Mayday's music is more for a long-term liking, because their songs make sense and, I don't know, are more meaningful? Soooo...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the MV for 幸福猎人 anyway! It's so cute, especially the starting part!! Haha. Even Minqi agreed that 罗志祥 was cool when he was all decked out in a white suit and dancing. And 罗志祥's  dancing has definitely improved from the last time I remember. So cute!! *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. End. I haven't bathed since I got home at 5 plus. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116833949227670996?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116833949227670996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116833949227670996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116833949227670996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116833949227670996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-i-know-my-class-already-man.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116824813384886470</id><published>2007-01-08T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:01:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was so boliao today. They gave us all a standard timetable and we just had to go for the subjects in our first choice. We don't even know our actual combinations yet. So inorganized. If you didn't have any subjects on that time then that means you're stuck in school doing nothing. Me and Aijia stoned our way to 10.30 am before she decided to sit in my Chemistry 'class' with me since she had nothing to do. Then we went for break after Chemistry and Maths 'class', and then we plonked our asses in the auditorium for the rest of the day until 2.30 pm when school finally ended after a very very monotonous Economics 'lecture'. Boring like siao, but we can't be bothered to get out even if it's not our subjects. Stupid timetable, stupid way of occupying us. Why don't they just faster allocate us our classes? -____-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue thinking school is stupid until I get my class and I meet my classmates and we start getting down to real work. It beats sitting around doing nothing much and wondering which combinations we're gonna get placed in. Aijia chose a very uncommon one - Physics and Biology. She says she hates Chemistry, so she's quite apprehensive about being placed in Bio &amp; Chem, her second choice. I understand what she means, if I hated a subject I'd want to kick it out no matter how weird the remaining subjects are gonna go together. Ali also took the same combination. The problem is, according to her only 3 people chose that combination, and since people with the same combinations are placed in the same classes, they don't seem likely to open a class just for 3 people anytime soon. So we went to ask the Physics teacher later with Ali, and the teacher agreed that it was a weird combination. Even though he was a Physics teacher, he even kept saying that Biology and Chem was a better choice. -___________-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend tomorrow like today. I'd rather pon school tomorrow if it's really going to be like today again. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so weird going home alone after school. Alone. Used to go home with Peiyi. And I took bus 38 and saw the same thing along the bus route for like 3 years. Suddenly I have to sit in a different bus stop, wait for a different bus, alone. It just feels so weird, like I'm actually on an excursion and it's going to go back to normal the next day. But it doesn't. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/355028/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/127280/scan0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the neoprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other decently-big-enough-to-scan one is already stuck on my handphone back, so I can't scan it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Is the rope I walk wearing thin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Is the life I love caving in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Is the weight on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A heavy black bird caged inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116824813384886470?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116824813384886470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116824813384886470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116824813384886470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116824813384886470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-was-so-boliao-today.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116816833282892337</id><published>2007-01-07T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:14:15.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Peiyi and Joey today. Am having really mixed feelings about school starting tomorrow, and I think I've made them sick by repeating that many times. Sad because I can't go to school with Peiyi anymore, I can't sit next to her anymore, I can't hear her jokes or talk to her anymore for like 3 months. Happy because I'm actually kinda excited about tomorrow, I never know how my class or combination will turn out to be like. And I want to work hard for a change. So it ends up as feeling weird about tomorrow. Oh well, I'll just take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;And at least someone's accompanying me to the photography CCA room tomorrow. That's nice, having someone with you in the mornings of a school you're still not very familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some neoprints. I'm not a neoprint kind of girl, I mean the last time I took neoprints was with Peiyi on her birthday last year. That's like 9 April last year. I think neoprint machines are the scariest thing on earth next to Dongfang Billy. They make you literally sweat just trying to figure out the bloody Japanese letters and change poses faster than you can handle. And then after the whole ordeal you still have to fight against time for the decorations. The whole thing starts again. The stupid Japanese characters. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This neoprint machine was no different. I don't know why they just can't translate those Japanese words to English...so many Singaporean girls take neoprints every single day and there's a good enough demand for those machines, so why not just spend some time making it more customer-friendly?! Lazy idiots. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose the remote-shutter function. I held the remote where you press down then the shutter will flash. But there's a time limit although it wasn't even stated at first, so we were shocked at how little we actually managed to take before we ran out of time. -____-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scan them now, but my dad's pestering me to go out with him to eat dinner, so maybe later. The Christmas tree at Bugis is nice. A bit too lavish, but nice nonetheless. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to follow Joey to the STOMP prize she won. It's a hair makeover at Jean Yip worth like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$600&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA. When I do I'll take tons of pictures, so I can post up a detailed step-by-step of Joey's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transformation&lt;/span&gt;. It sounds so cool I can't wait already. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that can make you feel sweeter than having great friends. Not even a hot boyfriend can make up for it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116816833282892337?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116816833282892337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116816833282892337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116816833282892337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116816833282892337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-out-with-peiyi-and-joey-today.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116806442072308751</id><published>2007-01-06T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:20:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you haven't already heard, there's a girl by the name of Ashley who's had a whole new treatment named after her (unofficially), The "Ashley Treatment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,3-2530561_1,00.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; is such that she was born normally and is set to grow normally like any other kid. Normal weight increases, normal sexual development, normal external growth development. However, she suffers from static encephalopathy, a serious brain impairment. The worst thing is that no one knows what caused it. At six and a half years old, her parents decided to embark on a controversial treatment: Giving Ashley high doses of oestrogen to accelerate her growth so that Ashley will never reach her maximum growth and will remain about the same size she is for life. Her uterus was also removed as quoted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley has no need for her uterus since she will not be bearing children. This procedure will avoid the menstrual cycle and all the bleeding/discomfort/pain/cramps that are so commonly associated with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's early-developing breast buds were also removed to prevent growth of her breasts in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley has no need for developed breasts since she will not breast feed and their presence would only be a source of discomfort to her. This is especially true since Ashley is likely destined to have large breasts, given her maternal and paternal female lineage; for example, an aunt had a breast reduction operation at age 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these three things done also had some other benefits for Ashley as listed by her parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Avoiding the possibility of painful fibrocystic growth and future related surgeries. Women in Ashley’s lineage have a history of fibrocystic growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avoiding the possibility of breast cancer. Ashley has breast cancer history in her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Large breasts could “sexualize” Ashley towards her caregiver, especially when they are touched while she is being moved or handled, inviting the possibility of abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When news of Ashley was first released around the start of this year, Ashley's parents were bombarded with both critical and supportive emails. In response to those critical ones, Ashley's father posted up a &lt;a href="http://ashleytreatment.spaces.live.com/blog/"&gt;blog entry&lt;/a&gt; on New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; read about what was done to Ashley, I was bloody horrified. I thought her parents were just plain insane, because it appears to the outsider first that they're doing all these just so they don't have to suffer when Ashley grows and yet her mobility still remains as hopeless as it is today, so they don't have to use up too much of their energy and strength to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I personally support the parents. When this kind of case arises, everyone starts on and on about how the treatment is inhumane or how they shouldn't be doing this to the kid or how selfish the parents are. No one really thinks about how the kid's doing. The most important thing is that the patient's happy and well after the treatment. In his blog entry, Ashley's father has already stated that she is well and happy, and it's evident in the photos he posts up. Don't get started on how he could have just posted up those of her smiling and hid those other ones. The point is, Ashley does seem happy since all her treatment procedures are apparently rather painless and they pave the way to a comfortable, risk-free life for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people should just look on the side of the whole thing that affects the patient instead of just criticizing the parents for doing such a radical thing. If you want to do that, you might as well protest against all the other many operations taking place right now that modify the human body with every good intention to help the patient, instead of just focusing on a certain kind of operation just because it's in a realm we don't normally encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I hope Ashley lives well. She's already been given the chance and all the help her parents could give her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116806442072308751?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116806442072308751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116806442072308751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116806442072308751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116806442072308751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-you-havent-already-heard-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116805468834920875</id><published>2007-01-06T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:40:58.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah fuck lah. I typed out a whole long post on the campfire yesterday and it got all gone somehow. I don't know what happened. I was putting the uploaded pictures into position when suddenly the whole thing got cut off and...gah. I'm not gonna retype. Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that the campfire yesterday was super high and fun. I'll miss orientation and OG 26 (my group) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;JACK SPARROW&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha, our combined sign with Blackbeard is like, hilarious. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some girl from another group kept talking to SJ and stuff. Abit put off. In the end when we had to leave, we were chased out of the hall because it was quite late, I didn't even get to say bye to SJ one last time. I mean, I'm gonna be in TPJC for another 2 months la, but it's not like we'll see each other all the time already. =(&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl la. It was so obvious she was flirting with him. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh. When we took group photos she put herself right next to him so she could, like, you know, snuggle up to him during the photo. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Haha. I feel like laughing when I think of how pissed I was when I saw her doing that and how I wanted to kick her in the ass or pull her hair or something. HAHAHAHA but obviously I'm kidding lah. If I seriously liked SJ she'd be in some canal by now, limp body and all. Muahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116805468834920875?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116805468834920875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116805468834920875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116805468834920875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116805468834920875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/wah-fuck-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116790546118463202</id><published>2007-01-04T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:43:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna upload some pictures from my phone but it's charging now. Speaking of charging my phone, the battery lasts damn short. Bloody hell, just one day and I have to charge already. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I met this cute guy, SJ, in school. I won't say how I met him or whatever, in case by some freak accident he somehow gets to know that I said he was cute and that I have a mild crush on him (I'll elaborate later) and then I will never be able to show my face in front of him anymore. But I think Huijuan probably knows who I'm talking about. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah la, I do have a mild crush on SJ. Well, crushes are harmless to me cuz you don't get too serious or obsessed with them. So they can actually be judged by appearances while you don't know their character well enough and they remain as just fleeting moments of infatuation. That's why crushes are harmless if they remain as such.&lt;br /&gt;I digress anyhow. Once in primary school when the kind of diaries that you pass around to let hopefully everyone in the class write something in it was being, well, passed around, when it got to me before I wrote in it I flipped backwards to see what other people wrote. One girl wrote, "Crush: _______. (I would like to crush him very much.)" HAHAHAHAHA. Well you might not find it funny but I found it very funny and laughed on the spot interrupting the lesson and bringing undesired attention to the fact that no one was paying attention to the teacher and was instead passing around diaries. I don't know if the owner of that confiscated diary still blames me for it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Today in the final assembly where we had the cheering competition before dismissal SJ sat next to me!! Ok la, so what if it's just because he sits at the sides and I happened to be sitting at the sides so he had to sit next to me? But just now he was actually supposed to be in the front, but he came to the back, sat next to me and started talking to the people around me including me about the cheer we were gonna, well, cheer later on. Then he stayed next to me and even talked for a short while with me. AHAHAHAHA, I was totally in bliss man. *prances and throws flowers around*&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how I got the courage to suddenly shove my handphone right in front of his face and mumble out a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhm...your handphone number&lt;/span&gt;" to him. Well at least now I have SJ's number. HAHA. =D&lt;br /&gt;He also spoke to me a few times throughout the day and I also scolded him a few times mildly throughout the day. Hehe. Call it self-denial or whatever, but eh, one can dream right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised much later on in the day when I stopped in front of a full body-length mirror after I had changed into my orientation shirt in the morning that it was kinda transparent. Since it's white and it's made out of those holey materials so it feels cooler, a black bra will be seen immediately below the surface without question. I only realised it after half a day of walking around happily, oblivious, with my pink-and-black bra. Damn. But it's not THAT transparent la. Just enough to, uh, maybe tell the color and the type. Paiseh lor. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about having crushes on cute guys and exposed bras, both topics which make me sound very superficial and bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying orientation more now. Decided it's no point feeling upset and stuff. I think Aijia is damn sociable la, she knows like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; many people and they actually stop to talk to her. It takes more than just a person who's friendly to be able to have so many people (probably even those she barely knows) stop to ask you some questions which show they actually care enough to want to know about you. She's nice la obviously. =)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like Jacqueline and Yiling. They're both from TKGS (Tanjong Katong) and Jacqueline is the sort that actually has a good sense of humour. The stuff she says makes me laugh at least. And by good sense of humour I don't mean just making fun of everything she sees even if it is funny in a senseless way. I mean actually making sense and you know, those sort of jokes that people with good language can make, jokes which actually have substance. Er, I'm not sure I'm actually getting my point across, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this hilarious joker in my group, forgot his name but it seems like every single thing he says makes everyone laugh. Literally. Some of them are good jokes, some aren't...but he's a good sport. So that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my group is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;, and my sub-group is 26. Our whole JC1 batch is divided into 6 groups, then divided again into smaller sub-groups. So each sub-group has like maybe 10 people. Enough for a leader (we call them OGLs) to keep track of. There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Captain Hook, Barbossa,&lt;/span&gt; and...er, I forgot the rest. Wanted to check the back of my orientation shirt but it's in the washing machine now. Gah. Just know that the names came from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates Of The Carribean.&lt;/span&gt; Ahahahaha. Yeah, this orientation's theme is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pirates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The shirt is pretty nice though. But M is too bloody big for me. I looked like those ah lians who fold their skirt like crazy till it's up to upper-calf height to turn their school skirt into a miniskirt,  from afar. Not my fault right, the damn shirt covered half of my skirt. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/437350/DSC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/248349/DSC00103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/69151/DSC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/391324/DSC00105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking sub-group photos, this is Huijuan's group...spot her if you can! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/598269/DSC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/439984/DSC00106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this picture reminds me of something I can't believe I forgot to blog about. Rosalyn from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls Out Loud&lt;/span&gt; came to host a talk about Power 98 FM in our school. The funniest thing was, when she walked onto stage she walked from one end of the hall to the other end, so only her side view could be seen, and once I saw her star tattoo I gasped and thought to myself, "ROSALYN!" and I was right. HAHA. Aiyah but I like Xiaxue better, so...oh well.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/406929/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/358214/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAQ session on subject combinations in the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/661850/DSC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/50060/DSC00109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having discussions on what to put up for tomorrow's campfire in a lecture hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/186327/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/552599/DSC00110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said lecture hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get into the course I choose. I want to do well in it. Ugh. Time to stop slacking already!&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'll just enjoy the last day of orientation tomorrow. There's a campfire at night which actually isn't compulsary, but I'm going anyway. Hope Aijia goes too, because she said she might not go as her secondary school has something on too (although I can't imagine what an ex-school would have planned for their alumni at night), so I'm waiting for her SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/800172/DSC00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/80003/DSC00104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Aijia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good and happy only if you feel good and happy first. Stupid statement, but I'm feeling kinda stupid right now, so no reason to spew out profound and philosophical phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;只要笑一笑, 没什么事过不了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116790546118463202?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116790546118463202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116790546118463202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116790546118463202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116790546118463202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna-upload-some-pictures-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116782584038078990</id><published>2007-01-03T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:04:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school today, and I personally think it sucked by all standards. I don't know...TPJC was rather inorganized. We spent a whole load of the morning sitting down in the stuffy hall breathing in the stuffy, never-seen-daylight-for-2-months air, and being cramped. We waited a long time to pay, to get our shirts which had run out of size S very soon and thus I, Huijuan, and a whole load of other people who deserve their size S were thrown with a M making us look fat and for goodness sake when I wear the shirt it covers half of my skirt. It's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to describe the day. Maybe I shall just talk abit about my group and what we did today. My group has alot of people, 98% of whom I have forgotten their names. I'm just bloody tired now. There's Nashmi (we were in the same class in secondary school for sec 1 and 2 before she transferred school), Aijia, Kendra, Yiling, er, alot of other people, and Seng Juong, Michael and another dude as our OGLs. Not sure what OGL stands for though, they're our team leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch break. I accompanied Aijia to not eat or drink anything (she didn't want to) and found out for myself the hard way later on in the day that it was a bad choice. I'm having my period, second day now, mild anemia, no food, no water, very screwed. I was so tired I thought I could just faint. Thank god I didn't, or I might have made an impression on all the kids for 3 consequent months that I'm a weak idiot who only knows how to feign fainting to get out of the games and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aijia is a former Chung Cheng High girl I made friends with. You know, the kind of stick-to-each-other-on-orientation-days-since-we-don't-really-know-anyone-else friend. Also, I didn't wanna seem too much of a loser being alone. At least she's nice, and seems to know alot of people in TPJC and even from NAS. She knows people I don't even really know from my old school. My face is all gone. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. We had this, er, I don't know what you call it so I shall just call it a typical name, amazing race in school. You know, the normal stations and getting points drill. Maybe it was fun, maybe it wasn't. It wasn't fun because of the hotness, my sheer tiredness and the fact that I was rather alone since all my good friends are not with me. Joey's not going for the PAE course. Peiyi's in MJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept SMS-ing someone during school...paiseh la, I think I raised his phone bills by $52454875. I have to stop being so bored and just contend with unsuccessfully falling asleep with both my fists as pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following pictures are taken with my handphone camera, so pardon the bad quality and horrible focus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/952558/DSC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/446025/DSC00098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/847432/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/559830/DSC00099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not reprimand myself by wishing I had done better for prelims, but I shall sit back and try to enjoy these 3 months. And pray for my O Levels. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reallllllly&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to tomorrow. But oh well. 只要笑一笑, 没什么事过不了 right? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116782584038078990?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116782584038078990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116782584038078990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116782584038078990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116782584038078990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116765480895194559</id><published>2007-01-01T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:33:28.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, tonight I discovered two shocking things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colin and Kero have broken up&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder their blog was deleted a long time ago. I even thought they changed blog address because the publicity got too much for them or something. And apparently Colin chose a girl named Peishi over Kero, so they broke up. Which means Colin isn't gay anymore. That's funny, because I thought it wasn't that easy to change such preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;a href="http://tw.news.yahoo.com/article/url/d/a/061229/2/8me7.html"&gt;what zee hell&lt;/a&gt;. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. My eyes. I think it's alarming the trend of celebrities kissing other same-sex friends just for fun is growing. Girls kiss girls is actually okay to me la, I mean who would resist Jessica Alba and Rachel Bilson or Kate Beckinsale and Reese Witherspoon right?! But guys? Just plain weird. And worst of all it's MY DARLING ADOR-WORABLE JJ!!!!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;Well at least (if it's even a comfort) that concert had the likes of 蔡依林, 张韶函, 飞轮海, Ella, 罗志祥, FIR, and sooooooooo many more other celebrities to bear witness and learn from JJ's act. I wouldn't mind seeing Jolin kiss another girl since she's quite pretty and hot. HAHAHAHA. Ohmygawd, did I just say that? *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two shocking things. And 冲上云霄 is ending today!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH. No more Yichen, Yishan, Yunzhi (ok long ago la), Yifeng, Suyi, Haocong, Zita (I forgot her chinese name) and the whole cast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; I have no choice but to skip Girls Out Loud for today just to watch the last episode. Have to wait for the Youtube videos to be uploaded then can watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news just keep coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116765480895194559?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116765480895194559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116765480895194559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116765480895194559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116765480895194559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg-tonight-i-discovered-two-shocking.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-116764257184869848</id><published>2007-01-01T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:09:31.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's night countdown was so weird. No I wasn't there, but I watched it on TV anyhow. I originally only watched it for JJ lah dey, he sing Uptown Girl so cute!!! Haha. And that lucky girl that was pulled onto stage is so damn lucky...she gets to be touched by JJ, snatched by Junyang...gaaah. But I don't know why JJ has to sing 波间带 again...if I'm not wrong in the last Singaporean public event, I forgot for which occasion earlier in the year he sang it already. Oh well, never mind la. But his hair is kinda funny. As in weird funny. I don't like the white/blond (can't tell) highlights on random clumps of his hair. It's like his hairdresser just closed his eyes, waved his hand around, grabbed one clump and started dyeing it. Very horrible. The hairstyle's also not very nice, looks very beng to me.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah don't know why JJ cannot stick to his 豆浆油条 / 木乃伊 hairstyle. Short, boyish, cute. Cannot meh, I like. Now he leaves it long...cuts it in all kinds of weird funny styles and highlight them weird colors. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I think it was a bad move for Julian Hee and the other unknown dude (who the hell is he anyway) to sing Sexyback. Imagine some noob attempting a Christina Aguilera. That's like, suicide. If they were in a competition they'd be shoved out before they could say "Goldilocks!". Project Superstar also. I don't like them and I'll never like them.&lt;br /&gt;The rest were okay, surprisingly, even when they had to sing a PCD and a Nelly Furtado song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm hungry now. Nothing to eat though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116764257184869848?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116764257184869848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116764257184869848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116764257184869848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116764257184869848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterdays-night-countdown-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116755735892100292</id><published>2006-12-31T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:29:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year, I made the second mistake I shouldn't have made especially after I supposedly learnt from my PSLE. Obviously I'm not focusing enough on my studies, my O Levels are history now, and I can only look back on them and shake my head. I'm determined to do something in 2007 &amp;amp; 2008 about my A Levels. I don't want to regret not using this last chance for the rest of my lifetime if this screws up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resolutions for 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be a better friend to whoever new I meet in my new JC...but obviously this applies to my current friends too la. Personally I think going into a new school marks a new starting for you because many people don't know how you actually are yet and you have that advantage to create a whole new impression of yourself no one knew about in your previous years. Hehehehe, I know I sound psychotic. But, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be a better daughter and sister in the family. Maybe I've not been treating my family members like how I really should, maybe I've been seeing things too narrow-mindedly, maybe I've really only thought of the world as revolving around me. Whatever the maybes are, I want to put a stop to all the horrible quarrels we have over trivial and stupid things that lead to even worse outcomes. Before our relationship is tarred further it's always better to start mending things now and do the best I can to convince them their Minru has not changed into an unrecognisable, rebellious, unreasonable, lets-anger-takes-over-her monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Set my priorities right. I know I sound stupid saying this, but I'll try to put relationships (you know what kind I'm talking about) on hold. I know most people become attached if they aren't already in JC, but...oh well. Maybe I'll be an exception. I'll be the single, lonely soul who looks most likely to be the first to run flocking to an evil witch to get a love potion if there existed such a thing, but still holds her stand confidently and scores gorgeous grades and have great loyal friends. And then I'll go on after 2008 including in my resolutions: "Get a godamn boyfriend before I become obsolete, my eggs start rotting in my ovaries, and I start having a permanent daily chocolate routine." for 2009. Then all hell will break loose. Because I say so. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Finish all Michael Crichton books!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Keep in touch with the people I want to remember and hold on to from my secondary school years. Aiyah people like Peiyi and Joey no need say one la, even if I don't do anything they will also remind me about their presence. HAHAHA, ok I'm kidding, don't be offended if you're reading this, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Hold at least one more job during my holidays and do my best at it so I won't be that unprepared when I go work for real in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm all set for 2007. Although obviously it's not like with the onset of 12 pm tonight something big and great will happen reminding us all of the dawning of a new year...it'll just probably pass with absolute silence, although if you're lucky maybe a cat will hiccup for you in the vicinity. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to set the DVD player to record the countdown at Vivo when it starts at 11 pm now, so this is the end of a rather long, end-year blog post.&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year in some hours more, kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116755735892100292?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116755735892100292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116755735892100292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116755735892100292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116755735892100292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-year-i-made-second-mistake-i.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116739180914661208</id><published>2006-12-29T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:35:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is why you should never put lipstick + Minru together. Under normal circumstances, lipstick + any other typical girl would have a pair of perfectly glossed lips after 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/950451/PICT0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/918648/PICT0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/187935/PICT0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/678240/PICT0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collection of Michael Crichton books thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/470894/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/747736/PICT0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would be so kind to top up those I cannot find / haven't started finding yet, I'll gladly throw my arms around you and...kick you in the legs. HAHA. Ok, obviously I'm kidding. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention I've watched Night At The Museum already. How was it? Well, it was kinda dumb. Sorry, but as much as I like Ben Stiller and as much as I thought it was hard to hate anything that Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler (no reason yet to prove this one wrong) stars in, Night At The Museum has a stupid concept and stupid storyline. How does one find himself in a bunch of nocturnal historical wax figurines? And it's too typical a family drama, it has its own fair share of touching, soapy scenes, son-looks-at-father-in-a-new-good-light scenes, lovely dovey scenes. Just too bad it doesn't appeal to me, because judging by its performance at the box office it apparently appeals to a whole lotta people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone needs its software update but because of the bloody Taiwan earthquake, all my trips to the Sony Ericsson shop in Eastpoint are wasted. I don't know how long I have to wait for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;server to come back on&lt;/span&gt;. Even my computer's Internet is already back running faster than ever, stupid. And not to mention the first time I went there to ask my blood vessels almost exploded. Bloody queue-cutters made me look like a bitch screaming at the staff in front of all the other unsuspecting people in the shop. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I'm watching episode 4 of Girls Out Loud on Youtube right now because I missed it this Monday and forgot about it all until now, so I'm gonna go back to watching it.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116739180914661208?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116739180914661208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116739180914661208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116739180914661208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116739180914661208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-why-you-should-never-put.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116737927187442494</id><published>2006-12-29T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:01:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Death Note 2 yesterday, FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L was so sexy! Yeah you read it right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;. There's just something about his skeptism and articulateness and aloofness (somehow) that makes him damn sexy. Not to mention he's so cute. =D&lt;br /&gt;Love him, and his eccentricity. Wish Kenichi Matsuyama could forever have the same look, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cinematopics.com/cinema/c_report/pic/image/200612/061201041014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p139/liru08/still25.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sad Watashi had to die first before L though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that Kenichi Matsuyama also plays the basketball &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sempai&lt;/span&gt; in Ichi Rittoru No Namida (1 Litre Of Tears), the series I was watching on Youtube a few months back. No wonder when I saw a normal picture of him I thought he looked vaguely familiar. And it's so funny because people keep thinking that the character played by Ryo Nishikido in that drama is played by Kenichi Matsuyama because they both look kinda alike. Another proof that I'm faithful to guys with that certain look. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116737927187442494?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116737927187442494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116737927187442494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116737927187442494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116737927187442494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/watched-death-note-2-yesterday-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116710065100926268</id><published>2006-12-26T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:15:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/453923/PICT0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/609965/PICT0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite alot of fun yesterday with Peiyi...even though I ended up at Vivo once more. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;But no choice la, my best friend's fallen victim to the many advertisements that bombards us on TV proclaiming how good the Vivo GV theatres are even though they're exactly the same as other branches, just a whole lot smaller. Well at least now she realises it for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet Safari has already opened. Not VERY big, but at least it's bigger than Eastpoint's pathetic branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are two Sheltie and one Border Collie puppy inside. Shelties are Peiyi's favourite breeds...Border Collies are mine. Heh. I've even got the name ready for my future Border Collie. Not that I don't love Max, but I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/595642/PICT0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/368801/PICT0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later we went to this anime shop next to Pet Safari...actually it's not purely anime, it's probably a mixture of drama + anime + any other feasible entertainment stuff being sold there. Peiyi came back from Malaysia a while back and she saw some stuff in the shop that were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheaper&lt;/span&gt; than what her brother bought in Malaysia (Ragnarok figurines), and honestly I'm quite surprised they're actually cheaper, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/169843/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/688388/PICT0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrelevantly, I shall show you the worst-selling product in the whole shop. Confirm chop chop guarantee it's the sole product that doesn't make any profit for the shop owner.&lt;br /&gt;Behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/746115/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/467127/PICT0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Pete's sake, why sell a bloody Project Superstar book? As if such an existence of a stupid singing competition where they can't even choose singer-competitors properly isn't bad enough. The book?! It even has a set of collector's picture cards of all the contestants. For what? So I can tear one into half each episode as one gets booted out and then burn 'em up?&lt;br /&gt;What a useless piece of shit. If anyone gets caught buying this by me that person will wish she/he was never born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this plastic piece of obscenity on a display outside the shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/294565/PICT0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/874703/PICT0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HER BOOBS WTFOMGBBQ WHO THE HECK ARE YOU SELLIN' THOSE TO?! CHEEKOPEKS?! CHILD MOLESTERS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, that was really in bad taste. I mean the figurine. Peiyi says it's like that in the anime so they no choice have to make the figurine like that also. To that I say, WTF, cartoonist draw girl boobs so big for what?! Siao ah...if I caught my child watching this kind of anime where girls with G-sized boobs run around while those two pieces of flesh bounce around happily like they've got their own life, my child will also wish he/she was never born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not in a murderous mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not exactly fans of the reflective-surface-self-photography, but when the need arises (my aim as in the angle I hold the camera at was damn sucky yesterday, no idea why), we deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/977981/PICT0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/608452/PICT0019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/345998/PICT0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/964231/PICT0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/912506/PICT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/899581/PICT0017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like this picture because somehow my hair looks kinda brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a newly-opened (duh, almost all shops in Vivo are newly-opened) Daiso shop selling Japanese stuff, and when you see a shop selling Japanese stuff it's hard not to go in to see around. Japanese stuff are innovative and cute, they make improvements on stuff that somehow neither of the rest of the world can think of. Well, generally la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/780718/PICT0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/23223/PICT0021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/664715/PICT0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/351357/PICT0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Secret Recipe to eat lunch, because we gave up finding Pastamania...so in the end Peiyi had to settle for one of their two only vegetarian choices on the menu. Pastamania has more choices but oh wellllll. And I hate it that they had to tell me their lasagna was sold out. What the heck, how can a restaurant totally run out of one of their main dishes. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/410685/PICT0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/622359/PICT0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hehe, while listening to a new 飞轮海 song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked around later on, we saw a huge teddy bear Christmas tree at Habourfront Centre which was rather cute, so I told Peiyi to just walk in into the many other people who were having pictures of themselves and the tree taken, so she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/762092/PICT0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/570914/PICT0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the four women looking at her and the small boy staring straight into my camera. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought tickets for 满城尽带黄金甲 (Curse Of The Golden Flower), and booooooy, two phrases describe the movie: Shivering, squeezed boobs and Jay Chou. Hahahahahahaha, there was one scene when Jay Chou's lower jaw was supposed to tremble because he was feeling extremely angry, bitter and sad at the same time, but he looked more like his Botox job was botched. I know I'm mean...but really what. This role is so different from his one in Initial D, and he just doesn't fit into this kind of character easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I irritated everyone in the cinema when I kept laughing at his scenes and the scenes with the other elder prince because he also look abit funny when he was frantic and flustered and arms flailing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. So before we watched the movie we ended up at the sofa area outside the theatres to slack like 1 hour before the movie because we were tired and bored of walking around. And obviously with slacking comes camwhoring. With the help of the sofa opposite us and the timer mode, I didn't have to worry about my aim. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/710750/PICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/832196/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/136709/PICT0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/313164/PICT0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/263845/PICT0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/192450/PICT0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/931684/PICT0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/681342/PICT0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot. Then after the movie...we went back. By that time 9 pm liao leh, Peiyi's dinner still waiting for her at home, so...oh well. It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry if this blog kept hopping around. While Xiaxue's blog bug's come back mine's flew to Alaska for a holiday. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116710065100926268?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116710065100926268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116710065100926268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116710065100926268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116710065100926268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-quite-alot-of-fun-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116695605937195104</id><published>2006-12-24T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:27:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got the 4:30 VCD already! Yay! Yeah la, VCD only, but then they say no DVD, so no choice since I so badly wanted to watch that show. I'm gonna go watch it later, and considering all the awards it's gotten and the controversial theme (suicide) it's based on, it won't disappoint me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a couple of DVDs, forgot which movies, I know that Monster House is one of 'em though. Whee. And I got 5 more Michael Crichton books! Hooray for Bras Basah's 百胜楼.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update the list of Michael Crichton books I have read after I finish at least two of the books I bought today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116695605937195104?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116695605937195104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116695605937195104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116695605937195104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116695605937195104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-430-vcd-already-yay-yeah-la-vcd.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116692580790094721</id><published>2006-12-24T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:03:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I need to repeat this anymore especially since at least two people I know of has gotten sick of me mentioning my new handphone. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me on MSN (because if you don't have my email on MSN, you probably don't know me and thus don't deserve to know) for my number. I would like to boost my contact list, now it only has, like, less than 20 pathetic contacts. If my sister happens to chance upon my list she has to at least get the impression her sister is decently popular right?!?! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and if you see me around with my phone, do not ever embarrass me further with the fact that my phone is pink. Pink pink pink. LOL, reminds me of Pinky. But never mind. My sister said black didn't suit me and M1 doesn't offer the blue color so I got pink in the end...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work ended on Friday. Quite sad la, I mean I actually liked the people there alot. And since I got my new handphone yesterday, I was wondering if I should have gotten Wenxi's number before I left. Which led me to thinking about contacts. What's the use of getting someone's number if you aren't gonna SMS/call her anytime? If I get Wenxi's number the chances of us SMS-ing or calling each other are zero. So it's just as well. Unlike some people who adds everyone they vaguely know for, I don't know what, maybe just to have plenty of stuff to scroll down on when they're accessing their contact list. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama (I gave her a very degrading name in my handphone, hehe) gave me some money to spend. So happy man. I get to buy books, a new wallet, perhaps a new schoolbag if I have money left after buying the rest of the Michael Crichton collection or my wallet, and I get to spend on my birthday. At least I know Peiyi will be happy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to watch Death Note 2 today, and I kind of regret mumbling a "See first lor..." just because I was tired and Cineleisure's seats were almost full but Marina Square still had some empty seats. Oh well...maybe some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my memory card!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116692580790094721?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116692580790094721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116692580790094721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116692580790094721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116692580790094721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-think-i-need-to-repeat-this.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116671156091891956</id><published>2006-12-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:51:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work's fun but somehow tiring. I don't really feel tired but it gets to me because I suddenly don't feel like standing up and beaming at new customers, that's how I know I'm tired. That's weird because I don't actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; tired, I only know when I'm tired when I notice some things I do or don't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of giving my Cbox password to a certain somebody who likes to remind me and other people of the fact that I'm deaf in my tagboard so he can jolly well go and delete his own comment after getting the kick out of proclaiming something I and everyone else already knew in a lame attempt to perhaps upset me. I don't even see the point. Uh, yeah, hello, I'm deaf. So? It's like saying a bulldozer will kill you flat if you stand in front of it while it rolls along. Say something else and be more creative lah, although I doubt anything you say will ever make me upset. Maybe something like "Daniel Wu is gay!!!!!" would entitle a slight sniff from me, but that's all you'll get. Cheers. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work ah. I think Wenxi is a nice girl. Ok I know I've mentioned that before but so?! I only managed to take one picture with her so far but I wanna take more in the next few days. For now I or we for that matter of fact have absolutely no time because of the crowd. I didn't expect so many you know. Yesterday I looked up from tying ribbons (damn ribbons) and said out a loud, bold "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my god.&lt;/span&gt;" making everyone in the crowd and my boss stare at me. Paiseh lah. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Wenxi is quite okay, because although we don't talk THAT much, we're fine with each other. Fine enough to brush past each other in a rush to serve customers in which would have been deemed rude if we weren't comfortable with each other, fine enough for her to yell my name and ask me to tie ribbons for her customers while she takes over my current customer because she doesn't like tying ribbons, fine enough for me to pour out mild expletives in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of expletives, today we went to Burger King to eat lunch at 2.30 pm right, and we even walked a whole distance instead of eating at another Burger King branch which would have been less than 50 steps away from the shop for us, but because we just went ahead to walk further, we walked past the Singapore River, the UOB Building, and ate at a Burger King near there. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;But anyway that isn't what I'm going to say. When we finished our burgers and were munching on our fries while watching the parking dude book a red Hyundai car for parking in an illegal lot, I showed Wenxi two pieces of paper that the boss gave me to pack later when new stock came in, and they were promptly left on the table while we finished our fries. After we ate we happily walked to the traffic light opposite UOB Building and just crossed it when I suddenly asked her where those two pieces of paper were. We looked at each other, I said "SHIT!", and we promptly ran back like mad to the outlet. And guess what, the staff had to fish out those papers from the dustbin. Ewww, gross, but at least they were dumped with the rest of our uneaten fries and so only had some oil on them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm not working on my birthday!! That's a relief. But I also donno who exactly I'm spending it with. Peiyi? Wheeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;And today's birthday present from my parents has got to be the best (and most expensive one) so far for all 16 years I've lived.&lt;br /&gt;AND I GET TO REIGN OVER NC-16 MOVIES ON 25TH DECEMBER 2006. NO MORE SUPPRESSION FROM UNREASONABLE RATINGS BY SOME STUPID GOVERNMENT MOVIE DEPARTMENT WHERE OLD, LAOPOK OFFICERS SIT DOWN AND GENEROUSLY WATCH SEX SCENES IN FOREIGN MOVIES BEFORE THEY DECLARE THEM CENSORED SO THAT THE REST OF SINGAPORE CANNOT ENJOY WHAT THEY JUST DID, AND THEN STAMP A BLOODY NC-16 ON ALL HORROR MOVIES JUST BECAUSE THEY THINK SEC THREES CANNOT HANDLE A PALE, WHITE FACE POPPING OUT EVERYWHERE ON THE THEATRE SCREEN. Go and die lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy now. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116671156091891956?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116671156091891956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116671156091891956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116671156091891956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116671156091891956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/works-fun-but-somehow-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116653545854931803</id><published>2006-12-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:37:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I open this page (the 'Create a new post' one), I suddenly have nothing to say. So I always end up exiting the page. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken to calling Zhihui Terror. It's the perfect nickname for him considering how idiotic he is. He's too damn spoilt la. All he has to do is go "Mamaaaaaa..." and list out his request and I'll do it for him. Not that I'm his mother. His mother is always busy doing something else, that's why. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I boiled water for him thrice today ah. And he keeps asking me to cool down his water because he wanna watch me do the teh tarik thing and I end up getting drops of boiling water on my hands. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I keep insisting each other is a lesbian. It's actually quite funny because most of our arguments take place in the car right behind our parents. Imagine both of your kids screaming "LESBIAAAAAAAN!!!!" at the same time while pointing to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing my fingers hoping the dude with my new 512 MB card comes online. Tomorrow is a chance for him to pass me it leh. Aaaaaarghhhh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch 满城尽带黄金甲 (Curse Of The Golden Flower, the one with Jay Chou) and DEAAAAAAATTTTHHH NOOOOOOOTE 2! Woot.&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, no one to watch it with. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should learn to go alone like how some people have questioned what I have against. To think of it, there's really many good points going out alone. No stress, no I-wonder-what-she's-thinking, no Does-she-really-wanna-go-where-I-just-suggested-or-is-she-being-accommodating, no such other stuff. You get my drift. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I actually stayed up to finish a whole book (a grand total of 493 pages with small font, mind you), I don't do that even for Michael Crichton books because I just get too tired reading on and on. But books by Matthew Reilly (the one I was reading is titled Contest) are too action packed. So there I was thinking that my favourite author would be a close tie between Michael Crichton and Matthew Reilly, but I later decided I still liked Michael Crichton better, and after I finished the book there was a short interview with Matthew Reilly right, and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What inspired you to write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two key inspirations for me to actually sit down and write &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contest&lt;/span&gt;. First, the works of Michael Crichton. I still believe that Dr. Crichton is the best storyteller in the world today. Not only are his stories original, they are also told at a cracking pace. Back in 1993, the year after I finished high school, my brother, Stephen, gave me a book and said, "I'm told Steven Spielberg is going to make this into a movie, it's about a theme park built around genetically-engineered dinosaurs." More than any other book I have read, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt; made me want to tell big action stories (especially stories with big scary 'animal' elements).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, Contest was his first ever published novel, and initially only 1000 copies were published because no publisher would accept his novel when Matthew Reilly went around asking, so he decided to use his own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my favourite authors are, like, in the same league. I'm actually happy and surprised at the coincidence. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Off to watch the 9 pm show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116653545854931803?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116653545854931803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116653545854931803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116653545854931803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116653545854931803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/everytime-i-open-this-page-create-new.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116625858940996454</id><published>2006-12-16T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:43:09.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/7417/drinkdrankdrunk3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/579174/mag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/462398/protege.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think above all the other guys I like, Daniel Wu looks the best. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day at home after going out for lunch. Boring like crazy, and I watched so many Youtube videos in the meantime. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to know, I got into Tampines JC for the first three months. Not many people're going with me. Worse of all Peiyi isn't going with me. Sigh, but I can't do anything. Just go for it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*resigned look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. Tomorrow I think I'm going to the Science Centre. *wide eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't know how come either. But will probably bring my camera...haven't been there in years. Isn't it supposed to be really boring? Last time I went there the most exciting thing I found about it was its 3D aeroplane ride, those slot-in-1-dollar-coins kind outside the exhibits at the entrance. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've almost forgotten my birthday is actually nearing. I don't know why my sister seems to be more excited about it than me. She's a lousy hinter, she's making it so obvious she wants to buy me a pair of earrings for my birthday although she's half my age. Ok, I'm touched actually. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I've finished all the Michael Crichton books on hand (long ago, just forgot to mention it), and I need to either borrow/buy more. Sigh. I think I don't even mind getting them for my birthday present, that's how much of a nerd I am. But if you're really gonna do that, don't because you don't know which books I already have and if you actually go buy me a book I already have I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bloody bored. There're no nice television shows to watch on Saturday or Sunday. And speaking of television shows, last night's 10 pm Channel U show, Triumph In The Skies, was so sad lah can. I quickly got my 8 Days after the show ended to check the synopsis and gee, Vincent/Yunzhi really die leh. WTF lah, I thought he was pretty cute and his hair was cute and he had such a nice body. Aaaaaaaaaarghhhhhh. And I hate Yichen's hair. It looks so bloody outdated. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ranting on and on. You probably already get how bored I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116625858940996454?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116625858940996454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116625858940996454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116625858940996454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116625858940996454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-above-all-other-guys-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116619111325253766</id><published>2006-12-15T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:58:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've left this space empty for 3 days and I didn't even realise it. Well, not really. Just too tired to blog. Today I started work at the actual shop because since Christmas is nearing more customers will come, supposedly. I've mentioned in earlier blogs that I made chocolates in the factory before that, so it's a different job today so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was making chocolates, I kept complaining that I didn't like being holed up into a factory and facing the same people (although I like them) day in, day out. Despite having met Zhihui, Wenxi's brother, who has a hell lot of energy (he's in primary 2) and is fun to play with, I still thought that I'd rather be at the shop because I get more exposure. Now that I get what I've been bitching for, I mean, I'm not saying I'm regretting it because I already get that it's more tiring than the previous job and stuff, but yeah, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; tiring. Even sitting around waiting for customers drains the energy out of me like how Xiaxue's blog drains your bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;But if given the choice I'd still rather go to the shop. I wouldn't mind going back to the factory sometimes for a change though, but from now on I'll be based at the shop with Wenxi. At least I have her for company even if we don't talk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of it, I should really try to find something to talk about even being the poor conversationalist I am. She seems like a nice person and if we're close enough work could be even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; fun. And when work is more fun obviously I'll be happier and then flowers will bloom everywhere. =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mainly in charge of the cash register. Muahahahahaha. Okay lah, it's actually quite fun getting my fingers on the keys because strangely enough, I've been dreaming of doing that ever since I was small and saw NTUC cashiers typing on their keyboard. It's just the feel of pressing down the small, numbered button. Yeah I know I'm weird. And of course, not to mention I get to handle money and tear out receipts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had one chance to help take chocolates for the customers. That was with a Malay dude who was reallllllly nice. Like, cool, because he let me choose his chocolates and said that everyone's talking about how nice our chocolates are. Not sure who he meant by everyone, probably his colleagues. But whatever la, no publicity is bad publicity right? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also realised that I really aren't suited for counter jobs given my disability. There was one guy I asked if I could help, and he mumbled something which I positively couldn't make out and I kind of freaked out on the spot when he had to repeat what he said twice. Because if anything it's definitely not wise to tell your customer to keep repeating right? Sigh, oh well. I can't really do anything about that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to next week!! I think I'll bring my camera and hopefully take some pictures with Wenxi if I get close enough to her. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116619111325253766?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116619111325253766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116619111325253766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116619111325253766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116619111325253766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-left-this-space-empty-for-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116589500868781903</id><published>2006-12-12T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:43:28.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WR931mtC3l4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WR931mtC3l4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think it's an amusing piece of furniture to have in your home. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116589500868781903?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116589500868781903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116589500868781903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116589500868781903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116589500868781903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/actually-i-think-its-amusing-piece-of.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116584352475952714</id><published>2006-12-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:25:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My memory card still cannot work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Die liao lah. If I tell my parents they'll make me buy a new one myself. Shit. Pffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Girls Out Loud later! Despite what all the Xiaxue detractors would say, I think it's a cute show to watch. Well apart from some scenes when the girls will, like, reach irritating pitches of squeals and inevitable screams...but it's fun overall. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Death Note 2!!!!!!!!!!! Absolutely can't. 17 more days, woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116584352475952714?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116584352475952714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116584352475952714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116584352475952714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116584352475952714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-memory-card-still-cannot-work.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116572620287423868</id><published>2006-12-10T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:50:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because so many people come to my blog after searching for the meaning of the phrase 'La Bella Vita', I will enlighten all you lost mortals who have no idea what this magnificent phrase means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Bella Vita&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beautiful Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nice to be alive, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm just being kind of weird here because I just came back from Janice's house and I found out my memory card has got a problem and I don't know when the person I wanna ask why got problem will be online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&amp;%(&amp;amp;%^!!!^%$^*@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Rob-B-Hood at her house. Very funny movie, especially when Jackie and Louis sing Lao Shu Ai Da Mi to the lil kid. Hahahaha. The kid is damn cute la can. His eyes are so huge and dreamy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice's aunt and cousin came over from Brisbane, Australia on Friday (same day I came to stay over), and her cousin, Shyanne/Shyannd (pronounced as Shy-ann) is 6 years old and unbelievably cute. She has an angmoh accent somemore. And her eyes are huge and big too like the baby in Rob-B-Hood, it figures because she's mixed with an angmoh daddy and a Singaporean mummy. But she's a way too hyperactive, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Who let the pigs out? OINK OINK OINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bring my camera because it was lent to someone, that's why as mentioned above my memory card got problem. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go National Library for some talk and some event to raise awareness for the CI (cochlear implant) patients, but someone bailed on me last minute. -__-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if A____ E_ doesn't really like me anymore. Sorry I have to resort to blanking out names, I know it's damn irritating because I also hate reading blogs and not knowing who the hell the whole yadda yadda blog entry is referring to, but I don't think it's safe to name right now. I don't understand why she wouldn't really like me anymore though. Maybe it's cuz someone complained. Ahh never mind. Don't like jiu don't like lor, cannot do anything what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I'm not talking about a guy. Who needs any damn guys to gush over in their blogs? Except Daniel Wu, JJ Lin, Kwon Sang Woo, Ryo Nishikido and Zhang Dong Liang of course. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like calling Peiyi now. Donno if I should. Ahh never mind, no one's online, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116572620287423868?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116572620287423868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116572620287423868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116572620287423868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116572620287423868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/because-so-many-people-come-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116549647875721137</id><published>2006-12-07T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:01:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work is tiring. Bla, bla, bla. Nothing else to say about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's going overseas for a holiday except me. =(&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh, what to do man.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for once I see Peiyi online same time as me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/464067/PICT0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/902652/PICT0070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BFF, for want of a hip statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOTHING TO BLOG LIAO SORRY FOR DISGUSTING POST BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116549647875721137?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116549647875721137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116549647875721137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116549647875721137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116549647875721137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-is-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116537684855019011</id><published>2006-12-06T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:48:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not enough time to blog a whole, proper entry, so I shall just throw to you this indescribably cute picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mfrost.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/rthhhrrrroo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baroo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116537684855019011?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116537684855019011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116537684855019011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116537684855019011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116537684855019011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-enough-time-to-blog-whole-proper.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116520447017378293</id><published>2006-12-04T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:36:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am such a lazy bum I haven't even uploaded peekchures from my class barbeque. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh. Well after I come home from work I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/205744/PICT0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/550635/PICT0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/983735/PICT0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/386709/PICT0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't update on Saturday because I went for a barbeque and boy was it fun. Fun fun fun fun. My dad's colleagues organized it and we left at 3.30 pm, to help them set up the pit at Pasir Ris Park. When me and Minqi got off from the car, me carrying a whole pot and one heavy plastic bag, it started drizzling and worse still the pit was a long distance away from the damn carpark. Die liao lor. But thankfully it was only a drizzle which stopped soon enough. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/868989/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/265587/PICT0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/972577/PICT0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/950534/PICT0006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/167063/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/58521/PICT0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-met Ezekiel, Tuay (I think that's how her name is spelled), and I met Tricia, Uncle VJ's son (donno his name), and Ezekiel's new little brother for the first time. I've met Ezekiel and Tuay before many times ago...and they've grown a hell lot from what I remember. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was very fun playing with them (the others arrived later), we found an alive horseshoe crab washed up onto the shore upside down and saved it, we walked through the smelly mangrove swamp and saw dinosaur shit (hurhur) and stuff like that. I think Ezekiel's soooo cute!! He's only Primary 2 but he's so funny and active. I love kids like that who aren't overly attention-seeking, crybaby or act-modest. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/31186/PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/918225/PICT0018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/469766/PICT0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/221772/PICT0019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/751780/PICT0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/821392/PICT0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The horseshoe crab we saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/839614/PICT0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/509673/PICT0012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/328301/PICT0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/617735/PICT0013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/896397/PICT0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/836197/PICT0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken wings and pork we had for the barbeque rocked too. It was made Filipino-style I think, but anyhow the sauce that went with them were great. Yumyumyum. But fattening too lah. Who cares though, hehe. After we ate we went to build sandcastles as suggested by Ezekiel. But I ended up hogging the turtle mould and making many turtles which were stomped on by Ezekiel later on in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/769246/PICT0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/2596/PICT0016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/588988/PICT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/317793/PICT0017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of him, he's so lame too. I lost count of how many times he crept up behind my back and screamed in a frighteningly high-pitched manner while poking me direct on my spine and then running away. It didn't work soon after the 3rd attempt, but he continued doing it for the rest of the night anyway. And the funnier thing was that when he was telling us a 'ghost story' at the pit, his father came up behind him and touched him on both shoulders and he positively screamed his living daylights out. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/280164/PICT0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/824957/PICT0022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/194079/PICT0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/788590/PICT0026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/484461/PICT0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/520072/PICT0033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/953680/PICT0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/949976/PICT0034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/597223/PICT0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/263126/PICT0039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Justin was supposed to come, but night come liao still jian bu dao ren ying. He came quite late leh, 8 plus I think. Walao, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;There was alcohol, and I drank red wine at first (I think I can take red wine rather well because it isn't so strong), but when I saw Justin drinking Bacardi I decided to go drink too. So when I was pouring myself half a cup of Bacardi, Justin said I'd better mix it with orange juice like what he did because it was 20% alcohol or something. Shocking huh. But I did anyway. And guess what? Two weeny sips later, I got a bloody headache. -______-''&lt;br /&gt;He had to drink 3 whole cups before he finally got a headache. I'm such a failure. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/783225/PICT0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/482075/PICT0048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/190768/PICT0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/840750/PICT0061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/174262/PICT0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/665354/PICT0062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/355179/PICT0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/456794/PICT0063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reads, Death note, Kirai (Light) and ____ (some incomprehensible shit), VS L.&lt;br /&gt;No Ezekiel didn't draw that. He merely stepped on the 'h' (purposely) just as I was gonna take a picture, so I screamed at him and he went back to fill in the 'h' again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/268511/PICT0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/466852/PICT0068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/42869/PICT0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/77835/PICT0069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandandand, the adults got drunk and made me wear 5-wheel rollerblades for the night. Gawd I've only done 4-wheel ones and those rollerblades were, like, oversized.  Thank god Ezekiel was rollerblading and he could follow with me to see if I died suddenly on the spot. Hurhur, but it was scary lah. Got used to it after awhile, but still not very comfortable with it. And I don't know why I can't get over my fear of going down slopes. I don't remember if I ever had such a fear before when I started rollerblading actively last time. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/55870/PICT0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/999534/PICT0070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/297866/PICT0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/712488/PICT0073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuay and Minqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/698694/PICT0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/688621/PICT0076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My turtles =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Last three peekchures for this blog and I'm done. =D&lt;br /&gt;The barbeque ended at around 10.30 pm, a far cry from what my dad estimated it'd end (6 or 7 pm). But it was realllllly fun. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116520447017378293?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116520447017378293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116520447017378293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116520447017378293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116520447017378293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-such-lazy-bum-i-havent-even.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116497788170765633</id><published>2006-12-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:00:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That damn Joey always likes to rain on my parade. She just made me realise something that could happen tomorrow if I get to meet that person. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claws face*&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure that won't happen. Even if it does, I shall do my utmost best to salvage the situation, example kicking the the person that might appear unwelcome into the sea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was just thinking about vulgarities (no relation to prior subject) and realised there was something I don't understand about some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, we have &lt;u&gt;son of a bitch&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese, we have &lt;u&gt;他妈的&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if we have similar stuff in other languages or dialects cuz I'm not very well-versed in them, but I do know of many friends who will be damn happy about demonstrating their wide knowledge of hokkien profanities though. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the small digression.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point was, why scold the mother of the person you're directing your swear words at? You're angry at this guy and you go scold his mother and leave him alone. Doesn't make sense hor? Might as well just say asshole/ jerk/ crapface (HAHAHAHAHA)/ bastard/ fucker right? What for call his mother a bitch when chances are you don't even know her. Same goes for the chinese version.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't encourage the use of those swear words. It's just anyhow throwing insults around without even achieving your initial intended effect in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the many, many variations of swear words. But I only thought of it when I read &lt;a href="http://potatomusmaximus.blogspot.com/2006/11/f.html#links"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog post...so if you want to know more, read it then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot decide lah. Which one is nicer? The elongated eyes or the Asian (small being the operative meaning) ones? Becuz if I wanna use =), then all my blog posts will use =). Cannot stand un-uniform use of symbols. Yes I know I'm weird, but heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah cannot decide now lah. Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xznwWcYvgAU"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpOwgZX3Y2U"&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/a&gt; LAH.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the time you must watch all the Steven Lim videos on Youtube. I'm not sure if this user is the honoured man himself, but whatever, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=sghunk1976"&gt;here they are&lt;/a&gt;. Considering how narcissistic he is, a username like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sghunk1976&lt;/span&gt; fits him totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok end of random blog. I'm proud that I managed to come up with so much crap though. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ed came up with 'crapface'. Not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116497788170765633?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116497788170765633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116497788170765633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116497788170765633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116497788170765633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-damn-joey-always-likes-to-rain-on.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116494253023200260</id><published>2006-12-01T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:08:50.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had so many thoughts last night. Those kinds you think of and then you wanna blog it immediately, but I was in my bed already. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't really recall any of those thoughts anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY 1ST DECEMBER TO EVERYONE! I tell you all ah, better enjoy December. Cuz it's my birthday month and besides it's the last month of the damn year. 24 more bloody days before I can watch any horror movie I like already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rubs hands in glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. Ahem ahem ahem. Although I don't know if he reads my blog, probably not, but well...never wrong to hope huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like getting a counter like the one at Joey's blog to countdown to my birthday because when it comes the celebration of the arrival of the new Messiah will begin (ok I'm kidding), so must be excited about it right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116494253023200260?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116494253023200260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116494253023200260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116494253023200260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116494253023200260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-had-so-many-thoughts-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116489356392611843</id><published>2006-11-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:32:43.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what's with my obsession with the lips + nose crop for my headers. I tried to have the eyes this time (for the uninitiated, I'm talking about my blog template header), eyes of Kate Bosworth no less, but I just didn't like it. So I eventually settled on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; lips + nose crop. Sorry la. Next header'll probably be eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is Mischa Barton's facial features you see in the header. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mentioned Kate Bosworth because if no one has noticed yet, both her eyes are of different colours. It's a condition called heterochromia. Kate's right eye is brown while her left eye is blue. Although it's rarely found in humans, it's a harmless and even unique condition. I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to have different-coloured eyes, that I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.actressarchives.com/images2/kateb/KateBosworth_Barson_9425124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different header aside, I think I mentioned before that I don't think I'll have the energy to make a new layout anytime in the near future. And I like this layout, its neatness and organisation. So the most I'll change will be the header.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's work was kind of tiring. I don't know why. Although I know that tomorrow I get to get off work early!! Yay to that.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Battle Of Wits&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Death Note 2&lt;/span&gt;, and maybe &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Open Season&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116489356392611843?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116489356392611843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116489356392611843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116489356392611843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116489356392611843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-whats-with-my-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116481378008275107</id><published>2006-11-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:29:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Books by Michael Crichton&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airframe&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda Strain&lt;br /&gt;Coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Congo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclosure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaters Of The Dead&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Life&lt;br /&gt;Five Patients&lt;br /&gt;Great Train Robbery&lt;br /&gt;Jasper Johns&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;br /&gt;Looker&lt;br /&gt;Lost World&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;br /&gt;Prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Rising Sun&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway&lt;br /&gt;Sphere&lt;br /&gt;State Of Fear&lt;br /&gt;Terminal Man&lt;br /&gt;Thirteenth Warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Timeline&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travels&lt;br /&gt;Twister&lt;br /&gt;Westworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't realise it yet, I am planning to read all books by Michael Crichton. And I didn't know he was the one who wrote Jurassic Park!! Amazing huh, considering it's such a popular movie. And my favourite author actually graduated from Harvard Medical School! Woot. Plus he actually multi-tasks as a director (of actual films), a writer, has the qualifications to be a medical doctor, and also has a dinosaur species named after him. How cool can that get man. I totally applaud him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The one in bold means I'm reading it right now.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: However the one I'm reading right now is kinda &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;, so I might take a long time to update the damn list. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116481378008275107?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116481378008275107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116481378008275107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116481378008275107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116481378008275107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/books-by-michael-crichton-airframe.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116480118916880386</id><published>2006-11-29T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:53:09.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I'm in the mood to stamp one foot on a raised pedestal and proclaim my superiority to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/494229/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/531763/haha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell lao niang how to read the lyrics for the damn Korean song?!&lt;br /&gt;I like Japanese songs so much better la, at least their lyrics are readable. Koreans don't even bother spacing out those words properly. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is the ending theme song of Goong by Stay. If anyone can find comprehensible lyrics for that song, please please gimme it with a cherry on top of your head. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting used to my work now. Report, fold boxes, make chocolates, hum and haw to my boss, call my dad to fetch me home from work. I'm actually starting to feel happier now even though I'm taken up most of the week and given the choice I'd probably still choose stoning at home. Well, routine does that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I see the point of Mozilla Firefox doing a spelling check on every typed-out word. It helps me check out for spelling errors in my blog posts a huge deal. HAH, thanks ah Firefox. :D&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of blog posts...if it exceeds 300 those earlier ones really disappear leh. I can't find them under the 'Edit posts' part...ugh. And why is Blogger Beta taking so long to get finalized? I want to use the new version faster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny animation I found on some random site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/296320/Stfu_teller.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/742776/Stfu_teller.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, no offense to anyone without a sense of humour hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this really cool game in my sister's laptop, Insane Aquarium which I've taken to playing nowadays. Damn fun la. You have many levels or tanks to go through, like 1.1, 1.2, 1.3 then 2.1, 2.2 and so on...and you have the maintain fishes in the tank, earn money by collecting their shit (ok, they drop coins), fight off aliens and you only lose the particular level if all your fishes die either by being killed by the alien or starving to death. Hehe. Minqi thinks I'm sadistic because I keep letting my fishes starve to death and I cheer when the alien move closer to my fish and eat 'em all up. But it's very fun lah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeee. I don't know why I'm so happy. Actually I do, but I'm not telling. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116480118916880386?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116480118916880386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116480118916880386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116480118916880386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116480118916880386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/because-im-in-mood-to-stamp-one-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116477142255271060</id><published>2006-11-29T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:37:02.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want one of &lt;a href="http://www.strapya-world.com/products/16249.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_b1cyNigny8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_b1cyNigny8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQ. If you don't understand properly then don't do a whole damn report on it ok?!?!?!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;140 18-piece boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2520 chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116477142255271060?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116477142255271060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116477142255271060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116477142255271060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116477142255271060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-one-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116468605930648986</id><published>2006-11-28T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:54:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. I'm waiting to leave for work. Haven't had breakfast/lunch, but not in the slightest bit hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you come up with a thousand reasons to stop thinking of some particular thing, it just comes back all the more? Well so maybe I should just cut it out altogether. But it's not working either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just lying on my bed, unable to go to sleep, staring at the JJ posters on my bedroom wall when I thought of something: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is JJ a virgin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever la, I know I'm rather disgusting/gross to think of such a thing. Considering he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; my idol. But...hmm. I don't think so, right? How can one be so naive to believe JJ with his previous boy-next-door, innocent image is a virgin? He's already 20+ years...soooo...oh well. I just wonder with who. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished 2 Michael Crichton books, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rising Sun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congo&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, both were nice. I don't know how I managed to buy a fiction book on the supernatural, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Uncanny&lt;/span&gt;, but it's just there in my pile of books to be read. With a scary ghostly image of a white female face pressing against a screen. Ugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog more, but my mom just positively &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt; at me and scolding me for not wearing my hearing aids while my hair is wet...yadda yadda...so oh well. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116468605930648986?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116468605930648986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116468605930648986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116468605930648986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116468605930648986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-116464176452513555</id><published>2006-11-27T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:36:04.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard to look back, think back and tell yourself you have wasted too much time, energy, spirit and emotions on a particular thing. But it has to happen. And we have to move on, regretful memory and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sole comfort is what lies ahead and who else we can seek solace in. I'm starting to learn how to drop things as easy as they come. Because if I don't, the one who gets thrown off and hurt in a life-long merry-go-round will be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116464176452513555?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116464176452513555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116464176452513555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116464176452513555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116464176452513555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-hard-to-look-back-think-back-and.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116412360288826263</id><published>2006-11-27T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:14:47.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was taking note of people's nick on my MSN everytime I went back to the main menu as I always do, when I noticed that Gecko's nick kept changing and it was about him piercing his ear. Speaking of Gecko his nicks always very interesting to read one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he pierced his right side because he kept talking about his fear of guys approaching him in his nick, so I asked him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he's not gay. He said he just wanted to pierce his right ear cuz he wanted it that way and he thought it'd be nicer on his right ear. Then now he say he scared people approach him lor...I didn't ask if anyone's actually approached him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the right = gay thing originated from the west. I thought it was only confined to Singapore or something cuz I see alot of foreign, non-gay people piercing their right ears proudly. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's a photographer (and proud of it), so it's like being an artist and you know how artists are...they proclaim their own style and decide to follow it, heck you and your opinion. So he's trying to be different and at least that's being unique unlike every other guy who follow their friends for piercings and insist on the left just to fit into the stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally wouldn't mind it at all whether or not you pierced your right or left ear cuz you're gay or straight. Even if they're gay, it's not wrong to be so. It might be different, and it might make you feel uncomfortable knowing that fact, but the fact is they're gay and nothing you do changes it and if you'd like them as your friends then adjust to it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's my take on ear piercing for guys. I used to hate guys piercing their ears at all cuz it looked weird but now I'm used to it already. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah Gecko, I took soooo bloody long to type this blog out. Felt lazy to complete it and left it in my drafts. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116412360288826263?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116412360288826263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116412360288826263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116412360288826263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116412360288826263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-taking-note-of-peoples-nick-on.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116459320989709983</id><published>2006-11-27T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:06:49.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for class barbeque at Mr Yeo's house yesterday. To be frank, it was utterly boring. Okay, maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; boring, but boring all the same. The last time we went to Mr Yeo's house during start of the year everyone did things together as a whole, we slacked in his house upstairs and then went downstairs to play fire sticks together. I conclude that BBQs are boring for majority of the people unless you have a close-knit group of friends doing it together. Geez, some people are BBQ-ing, some are just sitting around waiting for food, some are talking, some people are just...plain bored. Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Peiyi &amp;amp; Joey were there. I have to look forward to Saturday again...sometimes I feel like not working but that's how working life is. Will upload the BBQ photos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've realised something not quite recently. Over the span of these few days, maybe. You find that sometimes it's so much better to be away from the usual group before you start making a few decisions on your own and understanding what it's like to be independent. Well, more or less. At least I know my own limits now. Thanks to someone (you know who you are, hehe) for helping me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, dudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116459320989709983?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116459320989709983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116459320989709983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116459320989709983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116459320989709983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-for-class-barbeque-at-mr-yeos.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116451485025662222</id><published>2006-11-26T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:44:14.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have too many peekchures to upload from Vivo, most of them being the beautiful (the one good thing about Vivo) sea view from its balcony. So as I assume everyone has, like, been to Vivo once or at least seen enough peekchures of said sea view to not want to see a whole load of it again in another blog I won't upload them. Only some random peekchures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/173971/PICT0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/59345/PICT0026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/500784/PICT0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/785703/PICT0024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/430168/PICT0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/477354/PICT0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/126187/PICT0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/816652/PICT0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/37787/PICT0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/294373/PICT0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/313674/PICT0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/981668/PICT0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This in the female toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to be frank, Vivocity isn't much. Many people have realised this fact even though it's not even officially opened yet and they've only made a few visits to it. Besides the obvious fact of it having many many boutiques and shops selling high-end fashion stuff and products to appeal to the ones with high spending capacity, that's about it. Too many shops, too much hype about its cinema (I don't really understand what caused the decades-long queue at the GV box office), but at least it has one thing to make up for it. The balcony view is beautiful, but then that's about it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to go back to Vivo after this...maybe occasionally cuz it's too far from my house. And it's not worth &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much to take a 45-minute trip going there. Peiyi, Joey and me wanted to watch a movie there, but the queue was too scary so we decided to walk around for some time before checking out Cathay, then when we went to Cathay it was very full too, so we went to Plaza Singapura, which wasn't any better. Finally we went back to Tampines Mall to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldn't wanna waste $9.50 on it though, I'd rather use it for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flushed Away&lt;/span&gt; but it's ending its run so I can only wait for the DVD to come out. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/span&gt; was quite lame to me. Fine, the baby penguins are cute, obviously, I mean like in every cartoon there has to be a cute character that makes all girls squeal, so there's no difference. But the plot was kinda ridiculous to me. How does one come with a plot for a movie where you have a tap-dancing penguin who's the odd one out of his colony because he can't sing and that's his dad's fault because when he was still in the egg his dad lost the egg once in the chilling winter wind. Then when he grows up eventually some old dudes in the colony cannot stand him and tell him to leave because they're convinced his tap-dancing oddity is the reason the penguins are starving due to the lack of fish. So the odd fella out decides to prove to them once and for all that he can find out who's stealing their fish, and he goes in search of humans and follows a huge fishing ship all the way till he gets towed into a zoo, and he dances in the zoo to catch the attention of humans and blablableebloo humans decide to ban fishing (hurhur like that'd happen) and return the fish to the penguins. So from then on penguins &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;danced&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame lor. Well to me anyway. Apparently not everyone agrees with me because it's topped Casino Royale at the box office. Damnit la, a stupid tap-dancing penguin is hotter than Daniel Craig? The thrill of a spy movie, James Bond no less cannot compare to the dance-and-song routine of some penguins? Sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My mom is telling me to being Max out now, so I'd better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116451485025662222?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116451485025662222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116451485025662222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116451485025662222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116451485025662222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-too-many-peekchures-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116446140592463819</id><published>2006-11-25T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:30:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCwKbUVyHLY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCwKbUVyHLY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA it's a godamn funny parody of government educational propaganda videos in the 1950s. On PMS. A must watch, it's too bloody funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116446140592463819?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116446140592463819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116446140592463819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116446140592463819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116446140592463819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/hahahahaha-its-godamn-funny-parody-of.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116442289615418934</id><published>2006-11-25T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:49:11.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Rose&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a river,&lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a razor,&lt;br /&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a hunger,&lt;br /&gt;An endless, aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love, it is a flower,&lt;br /&gt;And you it's only seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking,&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking,&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't be taken,&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul afraid of dying,&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely,&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;And you think that love is only,&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter,&lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snow&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed that with the sun's love,&lt;br /&gt;In the spring, becomes the rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy Westlife's latest album. This song is so good I listen to it whole day long now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116442289615418934?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116442289615418934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116442289615418934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116442289615418934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116442289615418934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/rose-westlife-some-say-love-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116436808216160819</id><published>2006-11-24T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:33:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today when I went to work I met Wenxi, the daughter of my boss. I always hear so much about her from my mom and even the way I call my boss and other people related to her that we know are in reference to Wenxi, like Wenxi's aunty, Wenxi's mummy, or Wenxi's daddy but I've never actually met her. Until today I happened to ask my mom about it before I went to work and she told me I met Wenxi before when I was small and she was small and we played together but I must have forgotten all about it and that the people related to her we know were called that way cuz when I was small I didn't understand if I had to call them properly, only when my mom called them Wenxi's ____ then I understood cuz Wenxi was my playmate of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't remember anything about meeting her before, and amazingly later on during work I met her! I'm psychic man, I tell you. :D&lt;br /&gt;She's really cute and nice...talks more chinese than english cuz her mom's from China, and since she's about my age (she's sec 1) I felt happier with her around helping. Later on I asked why she doesn't come to help everyday since it's the school holidays for her too and my mom said it's cuz Wenxi falls ill easily in an air-conditioned environment so her parents didn't dare let her come to help out much. Bwahh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow today we had to rush out 100 6-pieces boxes to be delivered on Monday cuz earlier this week we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; the chocolates needed for that order, so today was packing them into their actual boxes and tying ribbons and sticking stickers everywhere on the boxes and putting small cards and whatnot to make 'em look nice and classy. And the opinion of yours truly was sought for the color of the ribbon we tied last of all on top of everything, just so you know. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun, and best of all time passed so damn quickly. I thought it'd be over in no time. Well so apparently I underestimated 100 boxes cuz they ended up being a hell lot of work...100 6-pieces boxes means 600 chocolates to be put in place, 100 stickers to be stuck onto the crepe paper to cover the chocies nicely, 100 covers to be opened and then closed back onto the chocies, 100 golden rubber bands to be banded around the box, 100 ribbons to be painstakingly tied around the box...you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after we stuck the company's sticker (it was circular and read ING with a logo of a golden lion beside the text) onto the boxes, some damn dude from the company had to call and say they wanted to stickers put on the top right hand corner of the box!! So we all got flustered for awhile before we had to pry off the stickers from the bottom right hand corner where we pasted them originally and put them on the top. I still don't understand why they're so particular about the position of the stickers though. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after we did those 100 6-pieces boxes someone called and we had another order!! 15 18-pieces boxes. 18-pieces boxes mind you. They're the biggest-sized boxes in the range. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to put chocies again which is actually quite fun, then put stickers again, cover up again, tie ribbons again...wheeeeeeeee. I'm glad we had those orders though. More orders = more stuff to pack = more time taken up = more profits. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically today was very fun. And I find that somehow Michael Crichton has become my favourite author. His books are too damn exciting and interesting to read. I highly recommend 'em to anyone who wants to start on reading novels for once but don't know what to read. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Crichton &gt; all other adventure-novels authors. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two ways two different people came to my blog. Just for fun. You're probably not interested though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/642942/screen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/540851/screen1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/469995/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/79312/wtf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the second dude, if you're so excited about seeing your same-named friend's boobs go up to her and ask for it. Good luck with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116436808216160819?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116436808216160819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116436808216160819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116436808216160819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116436808216160819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-when-i-went-to-work-i-met-wenxi.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-116428372424240037</id><published>2006-11-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:27:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even my sister thinks I'm slow now. She was just telling a joke about some pizza delivery dude over dinner and then after she finished she took a look at me and said, "I think you'll take another 10 years to get the joke, right", and now she's lying cold and stiff on the floor after I hit her over the head with a frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/167730/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/458366/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inside the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/14702/PICT0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/717544/PICT0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ignore her dumb I'm-trying-to-imitate-the-grim-reaper-look-but-I'm-failing-miserably attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/325441/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/629940/PICT0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Taken from the car so it looks bloody blur. But I like the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/62281/PICT0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/324609/PICT0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way Peiyi, after I pestered my father to go try the lor mee at the Tiong Bahru Market we finally went today, lol. And I saw that stall you said sold Western food but had 'Carrot Cake' as its signboard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/382280/PICT0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/827968/PICT0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/744669/PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/890220/PICT0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures of the place I'm working at currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/49139/PICT0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/209188/PICT0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/991746/PICT0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/454437/PICT0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/873312/PICT0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/965700/PICT0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/122774/PICT0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/390402/PICT0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/655283/PICT0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/194557/PICT0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are, hmm, three separate parts in the place, one for making chocolates, one for keeping boxes and stuff, and one for the office with the computer and all. I'm not supposed to take pictures actually, this was sneaked. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/862387/PICT0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/700099/PICT0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/159749/PICT0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/1140/PICT0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I LOVE the way the sky turned out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the delicious-looking sky peekchures were taken today. The sky god or something must have been really happy today, haha. Kay that was really lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/672740/PICT0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/639970/PICT0055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Outside my workplace (so to speak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/1600/343947/PICT0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2549/465/400/824529/PICT0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, whole load of pixels. Well I've not uploaded so many photos for a long time...and I'm hoping that when I go with the girls to Vivocity this Saturday I have mooooooore peekchures to upload! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, this further proves my point about Project Superstar kids sucking. They all eventually end up on the path of self-destruction. Well you tell me. Is stripping and having your very first MV resembling soft porn not self-destruction?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLfvAqHO_nU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLfvAqHO_nU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I actually wanted Xinhui to win the first season of Project Superstar. Sigh. *shakes head sadly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116428372424240037?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116428372424240037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116428372424240037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116428372424240037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116428372424240037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/even-my-sister-thinks-im-slow-now.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116420888653055131</id><published>2006-11-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:22:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious holy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/guAYc9fBLCo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/guAYc9fBLCo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?! Poor, darling JJ. His songs are being murdered in cold blood by ugly contestants who think they're oh-so-emotive and just plain suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T81T1ZJ0LZE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T81T1ZJ0LZE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's voice is nice for certain kind of songs. Like this one, 听妈妈的话. Go to his user profile and see the rest of the songs he attempted with his guitar (yes he plays and sings). ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116420888653055131?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116420888653055131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116420888653055131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116420888653055131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116420888653055131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodness-gracious-holy-me.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116419761347644407</id><published>2006-11-22T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:16:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad spoke first in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So y'know the other time we had this Western fella over here and we were supposed to entertain him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*me and Minqi nod*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we brought him to this seafood restaurant and ordered chilli crab, y'know. Then they brought the bowl of water with a slice of lemon you wash your hands in, and that guy drank it first thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*me and Minqi laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And there were 10 or 12 of us at one table, y'know, and he just went ahead and drank it. I mean, not the whole thing lah, just some sips. And then after he drinks it he says "Your lemonade is quite plain...but I can still taste the slice of lime." And I said, "Well we wouldn't know...we usually just wash our hands in it"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*me and Minqi double over with laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well we did tell him it was Asian lemonade but he took it seriously and drank it. So after he drank it we went and washed our hands in it, y'know. So the fella got kinda mad, but I told him "Hey, I'm being your friend here y'know, other people would just go "Hey mate, bottoms up!", y'know?" And thankfully he took it as a joke..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So he said that if I ever came to Montreal, Canada, I'd have to go and find him because he wants to get even, but I told him, that if I ever went to Montreal, Canada, I'd go look for a Canadian, not a fool. So he later told me I made him laugh tons, and thanked me for that, but I told him not to be modest, because he's made &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; laugh more than I've made him laugh, man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffft. My dad can get so funny sometimes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116419761347644407?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116419761347644407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116419761347644407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116419761347644407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116419761347644407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-dad-spoke-first-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116411204764805089</id><published>2006-11-21T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:28:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never hold in tears. Especially for soppy love dramas. Why do I have to watch the last episode of both Goong and 微笑 Pasta today? Uggggggh. It's very embarrassing you know, considering falling for such a thing is so bloody lame and too typically girly. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...uhm, I made some chocolates today. Not that fun. Especially if you have to hold the ladle for a loooooong time and dip each ball of chocolate into coating and then wait for it to dry and then roll it around in sugar powder and then put them inside boxes. I even had to fold boxes cuz there's a huge order, like 100 6-pieces boxes to be delivered by Friday. So have to rush out chocies and boxes. -______-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. The room is sooooooooo daaaaaaamn cooooooold too. I'd have to bring a jacket next time I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am so shocked and happy. I get to eat all the "rejects". MUAHAHAHA. And by rejects I mean the design only got one drop slightly go out of place then cannot liao. One ice-cube tray of chocies right, like maybe 25 chocies like 6 cannot pass lor. Amazing man. Never mind, I get to EAT EAT EAT. Muahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda -______-'' though. It's perfectly fine but just cuz of some stupid small insignificant drop on the outside must push to one side. Gee, eating so much will make me fat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I wanna watch Phua Chu Kang liao. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116411204764805089?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116411204764805089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116411204764805089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116411204764805089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116411204764805089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/sniff-i-can-never-hold-in-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116402893742268364</id><published>2006-11-20T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:22:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/technet/sysinternals/Miscellaneous/BlueScreen.mspx"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is about the stupidest thing I've ever seen. Apart from finding out who else took advantage of your wireless Internet connection and then suing him. And James Blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scare the shit out of your friends now by downloading this into their computers while they're away. And watch them hyperventilate, turn white, and then collapse into their rolling chairs while you laugh maniacally and take off with their collection of bowling pins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116402893742268364?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116402893742268364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116402893742268364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116402893742268364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116402893742268364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-about-stupidest-thing-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116401274534010133</id><published>2006-11-20T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:54:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The shop I'm working for is called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baroque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (whatever that means). It's not even a really proper shop, it's at Raffles MRT underground, but oh well. I'm going to work in the "factory" most of the time anyway. And when I say "factory", I mean working in a rather spacious room with aircon making chocolates in Ubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!&lt;br /&gt;It means that some of the chocolate you eat if you ever buy from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baroque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be made by YOURS TRULY! Muahahahaha. Better check for traces of arsenide first ah before eating. God bless all the customers. HAHAHAHA ok kidding lah doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;. It was only the "orientation" and we did practically nothing but hum and haw and nod at everything. Tomorrow I'll start learning how to make. But tomorrow I also have to go back to school...so I hope I'll rush there in time lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one bad thing is I can't meet many other people there cuz it's a small business and everyone else knows each other already...and it's not like they're hiring more. Oh wellllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I am determined to enjoy my work. At least that's better than finding stuff about it to bitch and being miserable right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116401274534010133?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116401274534010133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116401274534010133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116401274534010133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116401274534010133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/shop-im-working-for-is-called-baroque.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116393017622703357</id><published>2006-11-19T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:56:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've suddenly started getting many, many Michael Crichton books without even knowing it. Gee...I must really like military/gross fiction stuff in the back of my mind. That's scary. *grins evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I like science fiction the best, but there aren't a lot out there and even so they might be boring. There's a difference between a good science fiction book and a bad science fiction book (duh). The plot could be complicated all the same, but if you aren't interesting enough to lemme continue reading then too bad lor. Or if your concept/idea is interesting, but the way you put it in words make me scoff at the "great reviews" on the cover of your book, then also too bad la.&lt;br /&gt;I think the last good science fiction book I read was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Goodness Gene&lt;/span&gt; by someone I forgot the name of. Oopsy...but anyhow it wasn't so much of science fiction than it was a book chronicling human emotions and relations...so there's another point for you: Science fiction books cannot be all about cold hard facts and drone and blableebloo. Will bore the hell out of me, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have no life watching 微笑 Pasta all the time...but I'm finishing it soon anyway. There's nothing to do until tomorrow. Actually I can't wait to go work lah. For now. Who knows, tomorrow I might blog a 15674254 words essay on why I don't want to go back ever again.&lt;br /&gt;And once I start working, I have other stuff to do. Like go to Janice's house. That'd be fun...running between work and her house. I know I sound mad saying this but, hey, at least I'm occupied. And then next Sunday we have this barbeque at Mr Yeo's house which sounds fun. Something more to look forward to. And more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm. Must at least enjoy before my possible downfall. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116393017622703357?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116393017622703357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116393017622703357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116393017622703357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116393017622703357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-suddenly-started-getting-many-many.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116385871741589348</id><published>2006-11-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:05:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Blogger is damn biased leh. I've seen so many people getting upgraded to Blogger Beta and my turn isn't even here yet. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/PICT0003.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/PICT0003.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/PICT0014.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/PICT0014.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;East Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to highlight my hair, but I just asked my dad and he says it's not natural and only older people do it to make themselves look better and besides when I grow up the trend might change. So I'd better not. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;It actually feels really weird for the O Levels to be over. A few days ago I was stressing out and doing revision papers. Just now when I came back from lunch I had an urge to do some papers, but firstly the only subject I'm willing to do is Amaths (used to doing many Amaths papers alr) and I've finished the whole Amaths FYS and I can't find anymore question papers Mrs Wee last time give cuz I threw them all away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so boring. I can't wait to go out again. When I'm in a better mood...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go take up two jobs. Just for the heck of it. LOL I'm kidding lah doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoning in front of the computer can suck sometimes. Especially if you're doing it regulary. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116385871741589348?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116385871741589348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116385871741589348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116385871741589348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116385871741589348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-blogger-is-damn-biased-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116383093952944860</id><published>2006-11-18T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:22:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Casino Royale was great. Very nice unlike how Joey wanted me to believe (she's boycotting the movie cuz she thinks Pierce Brosnan was a much better choice for James Bond and she hates Daniel Criag), Eva Green was BLOODY HAWT, Daniel Criag was quite cute too. I love his aqua blue eyes. But it's sad how Vesper Lynd betrayed James Bond in the end...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm all geared up for work on Monday (okay maybe not), and I hope it'll go well. I also hope the place isn't too ulu and that my pay is reasonable. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Okay. I'm chatting with the two goons now (ok kidding), Peiyi &amp;amp; Joey. Haha. And I'm also watching 微笑 Pasta. So maybe I'll blog again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116383093952944860?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116383093952944860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116383093952944860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116383093952944860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116383093952944860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/casino-royale-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116368780732212148</id><published>2006-11-16T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:36:48.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I don't know. My period has to come right after O Levels. How, uh, appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;微笑 Pasta&lt;/span&gt; now. Where I left off before I was forced to stop watching and start mugging. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing Peiyi said to me after O Levels was, "I'm sooooo sad". I agreed with her. We then went on to bemoan how sad we were that O Levels had ended. And mind you, I'm not being sarcastic. Just imagine...no more 29510024 (my register number), no more nicely stapled neat question papers, no more personalized OAS sheets, no more stoning in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably think we're mad, but oh well. I don't care I don't care I don't caaaaaare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch Casino Royale tomorrow at Cathay. YAAAY, EVA GREEN. Hawt.&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy new clothes. My mom told me to use my own working money, and I hope she's kidding. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of it, since she said "working money", it means I'm gonna get paid. Heh heh. Ok of course lah duh. What was I thinking? Where got work without money one. Okkkkaaaaayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't have to work on MY BIRTHDAY. NOOOOO. But it's right plonk on Christmas. And if you hire people cuz you scared you not enuff workers during Christmas season where got let them off during the actual day one?! Must be siao. Ugh. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of the results, but the happiness right now makes me forget about it. So I'm confused. But ahhh never mind, shall go back watch 微笑 Pasta and then come back to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind. I only watched 2 parts so far.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeellllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a horrible, senseless, melt-your-brain blog. Yeah, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116368780732212148?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116368780732212148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116368780732212148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116368780732212148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116368780732212148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116358363936976506</id><published>2006-11-15T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:40:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I feel so bloody angry now. It's not only the HP thing. I don't know I don't know I don't know. Sometimes you just feel angry for no good bloody reason and that somehow makes you angrier. Evil cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you like it if someone told you that they don't like you in this particular moment because of this this this this? And then they tell you about what other people do to make them happy that you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't actually know about how you feel but I know that I'd feel fucking angry right away. You don't not like people in particular moments. That's really damn biased. People aren't commodities you can just, like, ignore for one moment just cuz they ain't being how you'd love them to be. And for the love of humanity, no one can be how you like them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I don't do what whoever else does to make you happy? I just don't. She does. Fine. Go to her. Go for all I fucking care because I've just felt utterly insulted. And it's worse if you know that whatever the other person does is the same thing as you do, just maybe in a more tactful and more make-you-feel-good way. The intention is still the same. So just because it's put in a nicer way to make you feel happy, you want that moment of feeling good, you think you don't like me right now, you go over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah fuck I feel even more angry now.&lt;br /&gt;Great. I got to learn how to forget every fucking thing I'm mad over, cuz it's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in*&lt;br /&gt;*breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I have Ed to fall back on don't I.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's good. It's cool. *imitates Queen Latifah in Scary Movie 3, dashes back to TV and knocks the shit out of the bitch in the screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I'm really not making anymore sense already. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116358363936976506?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116358363936976506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116358363936976506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116358363936976506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116358363936976506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-why-i-feel-so-bloody-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116357160475641963</id><published>2006-11-15T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:23:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck lah, I very angry with the HP program can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago our computer crashed because of the bloody HP Director. Mum wants to print photos, HP Director cannot work, mum pissed, hogs computer, me &amp; Minqi pissed, dad also influenced to be pissed, mum tries to do everything to fix it, ignores my warnings that even the computer will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buay tahan&lt;/span&gt; soon, computer gets pissed in the end, computer crashes, we get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even more&lt;/span&gt; pissed, mum half-reformats, HP Director works finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks later now, the fucking HP Director CANNOT WORK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck lah. HP load its programs load so damn slowly, the Imaging Gallery takes forever to load and hangs at the slightest move (for goodness sake you can't even open a 800+ kilobytes picture without it teetering dangerously). Now all it does it gives us problems. I'm anticipating my mom hogging the computer again and doing everything she can again. Just now there was this lame program update from HP and we downloaded it cuz it was the, like, newer version of the whole HP package, so we were hoping things would fix themselves. Yeah, yeah. HP gives crap products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. I can't stand this. Some time ago I managed to download MSN Plus Live finally, I don't know how either, I was just missing it so much I decided to give it one more go, and somehow the blessed download window popped up. Now after she restore and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;undid the restore&lt;/span&gt; (damn stupid), MSN Plus Live is gone. Apparently undo-ing the restoration also somehow still deletes MSN Plus Live. Just now I go download MSN Plus Live again, blessed window pops up BUT GOT SOME STUPID PROBLEM ABOUT SOME STUPID IMAGE NOT BEING VALID AND SOME SHIT. So? I had to uninstall it, and hoping that it was a one-off problem I went to install it again, and the fucking same problem pops up. Greeeeeaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up on MSN Plus Live. Maybe one fine day many months later I'll actually go and try again, but for now I am sick of this computer shit. I also feel like giving up on the computer. But there's nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so moody even though tomorrow is the last day of the bloody O Levels. Bloody O Levels. I hate it. I'm so scared my results will come back really screwed up, worse than my worst expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to faster watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flushed Away&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Note 2&lt;/span&gt; (yeah yeah I know it comes many months later too) and some horror movie (maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colic&lt;/span&gt;) and have some fun for o-n-c-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116357160475641963?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116357160475641963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116357160475641963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116357160475641963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116357160475641963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuck-lah-i-very-angry-with-hp-program.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116340735776722004</id><published>2006-11-13T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:45:43.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never really understood fashion photography unless I see really gorgeous clothes or gorgeous models. But anyhow I like these Dolce &amp; Gabbana advertisements. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/dgss2006group004sy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/dgss2006group004sy5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/dgss2006group002qm1bd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/dgss2006group002qm1bd9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/eyewear2kd9wc0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/eyewear2kd9wc0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/dgss2006group005zu3pb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/dgss2006group005zu3pb3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/dgss2006group001ly2dr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/dgss2006group001ly2dr3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only comfort nowadays is to surf deviantART and websites with decadent photos. There's nothing much else I can do...before I go back to mugging. Sad, I know. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite worried for my O Levels. Sometimes the more I think about it the more worried sick I become, but then again I think it's all over and really I can't do anything about it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start work at my mom's friend's chocolate shop like next Monday. After my exams. I don't even know where the place is and judging by how my mom keeps repeating that it's just a side business the family has I hope it isn't at a very ulu place which I'm gonna be embarrassed just telling my friends the location. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Before Christmas season I think I'm supposed to go help make chocolate to stock up, then during the season I'll have to start going to the shop to help out in selling. Gahh. I didn't know/expect that I had to work like 5 regular days a week, I thought it was a 你要来就来 kind of thing, and I could like go off anytime I wanted since it's my mom's friend after all. But then I have to like, take leave and stuff. Oh well. It probably means I'll get my own pay too. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;And maybe work isn't gonna be all that bad either considering I have a very willing friend who's gonna accompany me there and eat dinner with me and stuff. HEHE. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/PICT0032.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/PICT0032.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of bringing my sister out to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flushed Away&lt;/span&gt; after my exams. You gotta agree the advertisements are bloody cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay my mom is bugging me already. I got to get back to mmmmuuuuugggggggggiiiiinnnnggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116340735776722004?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116340735776722004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116340735776722004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116340735776722004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116340735776722004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-never-really-understood-fashion.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116331742050094641</id><published>2006-11-12T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:43:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trust those new bunch of Jue Dui Superstar wannabes to go screw up JJ's Liu Xing Zhu Jiao. Sing until so horrible, supposed to have variation in tone also all sound like dead frogs, dance also all dance so horrible, and not to mention none of them are pretty/cute. Uggghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. A few more days to the end. And then god-knows-how-many more fretful days to the revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116331742050094641?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116331742050094641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116331742050094641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116331742050094641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116331742050094641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/trust-those-new-bunch-of-jue-dui.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116306180410795640</id><published>2006-11-09T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:43:24.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shucks, I don't think I can get an A for combined humanities liao lah. So doubtful. SS was quite...well, I don't think many will agree with me on this but it's shocking to me anyhow. Geography was difficult. Even the map reading where you can probably score also won't give us marks by asking us typical questions. What write land use shit. And the 12 marks essay ah...haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do lor. Tomorrow's Emaths. After this I have to do a practice paper given back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to disappear for a moment, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116306180410795640?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116306180410795640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116306180410795640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116306180410795640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116306180410795640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/shucks-i-dont-think-i-can-get-a-for.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116289235799364348</id><published>2006-11-07T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:39:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GXPPkRRtyE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GXPPkRRtyE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116289235799364348?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116289235799364348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116289235799364348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116289235799364348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116289235799364348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116280578856565578</id><published>2006-11-06T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:36:28.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There are times in our life when you seem to wander through dark valleys. You long for a ray of light to guide you out of darkness. Light that warms and comforts you. We go out having fun and drown our lives in alcohol and trifles. But after all those defeats there are moments showing us a warming ray of light means more than anything in the world. Because those are the moments that count in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a compulsive buying, problem is that we buy most of the time the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all not wares in life, we're the consumers in a life-time compulsive buying.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116280578856565578?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116280578856565578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116280578856565578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116280578856565578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116280578856565578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-are-times-in-our-life-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116269466872950469</id><published>2006-11-05T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T10:47:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at the Tampines round market hawker centre for breakfast, and I decided to join the eternity-long queue for the bak chor mee I always loooooove to eat if I'm there. I like the uncle who makes the noodles cuz he's nicer. When I asked for a big bowl of soup the auntie just stared at me and yelled rudely "没有 (Don't have) lah!", but the uncle looked at me and said "Eh 你要一大碗汤是不是 (You want a big bowl of soup issit)?" and got me one. Walao why are males generally nicer than females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I sat down with my bak chor mee and suddenly Wang Lee Hong started singing "Forever looooooooveeeee...forever looooovvveeeeee...我只想用我这一辈子去爱你...blableebloo" over the damn PA system. I mean, obviously I like Wang Lee Hom (you'd have to be gay not to think he's bloody cute) and obviously I like that song, it being all Korean-sappy-love-drama-like, but I'm eating my bak chor mee for breakfast at a hawker centre and I have to listen to such a song. Talk about appropriateness.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were playing the radio or something so it'd be okay, but it turned out they were playing Wang Lee Hom's CD. A compilation of his songs or so it seems. The next song was Kiss Goodbye, then Da Cheng Xiao Ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing was that when I left they started playing JJ's songs. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yesterday night we also went to my grandma's house as we always do every Saturday night, and then my dad asked if I wanted to stop by the Bedok Camp hawker centre to buy their yummay Cheng Ting, so I said yeah, and my sister followed me to queue up while my parents waited in the car. When we walked back, the cars were like, stopping to wait for the first car to move outside, so I told my sister to quickly walk in between two cars cuz I was holding the change in one hand and the plastic bag in the other end. I walked forwards first myself, and I heard her calling "Sister!!" so I turned back and there she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; was, just staring at me. Sheesh. The worst thing was that I was right in front of my car by then and my dad and mom went ballistic and started scolding me for not having held her hand / asked her to hold my hand / waited for coast clear.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty mad after that while and my sister only attempted to say sorry to me once so I was there thinking WTF it's not my fault Minqi is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; slow is it...what for scold me when it was a perfectly safe situation, it wasn't like the cars were moving and I decided to take the risk anyhow (if I did, I'd be more at risk than her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought Minqi was quite mature. In fact she's more mature than me sometimes. So why is it that in these kind of situations when other kids need hand-holding and guidance across she can't manage it? Well, I don't know. Minqi and me hasn't really made up yet cuz early in the morning she go off to her swimming class liao and I'm here waiting for my dad &amp;amp; her to come back so we can go eat kway chap for breakfast and bring my 姨丈 along. Oh well. I can't do anything either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm blogging so hell early is cuz later they're specially dropping me off back here so that I can be left to whatever I need to do (read: mug at home), and I don't think I want to go online. That'd be going against my conscience somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...ahuh. That's all I guess. All you blokes out there better wish me luck for tmr and tmr tmr and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116269466872950469?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116269466872950469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116269466872950469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116269466872950469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116269466872950469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-i-was-at-tampines-round.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22555887.post-116254800261285382</id><published>2006-11-03T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:00:02.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking even pressing the rectangularish on button of my computer was a huge mistake. I hope I'll get back to work after blogging, seriously. Gee. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now. I've not slept a good whole night for a looong time even if I don't have school or exams the next day and I sleep till a decent 9.30 am the next morning. I go to bed at 10 plus, but I never actually get to sleep that much. I can't sleep, I stay awake till like 12 am before I finally force myself to keep still or something.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this, and I hate feeling ever so lifeless nowadays. Life before and during exams suck. I don't know why I must go through this. Yeah yeah, dismiss this as another typical student rant but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's much to celebrate after the O Levels either. The stress of not knowing your results yet, the fact that you and your friends are going to different JCs anyhow are enough to pull you down even further. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Peiyi is going to the same JC as me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know. I really don't understand what's the point of all these. Work work mug mug stress stress. Everyone changes into selfish bitches (okay fine, only some).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone starts looking forward to after O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;Then after O Levels, look forward to your 3 months JC.&lt;br /&gt;After 1.5 months JC, look forward (or not) to your O Level results.&lt;br /&gt;After O Level results, look forward to your future 2 years (minus 3 months) JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what...? Before you realise it you've essentially looked forward to everything and completely bypassing your 4 years worth of friends and everything you did during these 4 years. What a horrible life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say. My mood is at its possible worst now. I need to retreat back to my gloom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116254800261285382?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116254800261285382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116254800261285382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116254800261285382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116254800261285382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-thinking-even-pressing.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116247467169562281</id><published>2006-11-02T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:37:51.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't know why it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; occurs to me to talk about my studying outings all of the time I blog. I have to read other people's blogs including those I studied with to actually get reminded of the fact that I even studied out with them earlier today. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow. Today I went back to school with Syen &amp; Huijuan to study. We met Linda &amp;amp; Yingzhen halfway. I think studying out with the right company can be fun and errr, productive at the same time. Yeah. *nods convincingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well, Huijuan told me ALLL about her &amp;amp; M______ (name censored for the heck of it) today. Didn't she? Hehe. She did. It's so interesting to hear about people and their relationships sometimes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I don't know what else to say, I've taken more than 1 hour just typing this out cuz I was checking out other sites. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116247467169562281?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116247467169562281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116247467169562281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116247467169562281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116247467169562281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-i-dont-know-why-it-never-occurs.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116247027511231066</id><published>2006-11-02T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:24:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 小姨 (Xiaoyi, my aunt) &amp; 姨丈 (Yizhang, my aunt's husband) are in town already! They're staying until the 18th which is like 2 days after my O Levels. Well, too bad for them they'll be here to face the pre-exams, stressed-out, psychotic ME. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know (which you probably didn't anyway), they hail from China. They lived in Beijing a while back, but my Xiaoyi's company based her in Shanghai recently so they've moved there. My aunt's my mom's sister...she moved to China quite a while back to live there. And found a husband there as well. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now we went to Geylang for dinner...whoa their first meal is already in such a sleazy place. Worse, we had to park right bam in the side of a road whose both pavements are lined with hookers, cuz there wasn't any other place to park. Geez. And my father said what was probably the most appropriate sentence of the night: "Everybody's smiling here!" when me and my sister was going all like "Everyone's dressing so sexily", "Everyone's showing off their chests", and stuff. How true. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had to finish dinner at 7 plus and walk back to find the pavements lined with  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even more &lt;/span&gt;hookers and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even more&lt;/span&gt; dirty ah peks. Gaccccckkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to miss Goong today. :(&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116247027511231066?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116247027511231066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116247027511231066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116247027511231066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116247027511231066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-xiaoyi-my-aunt-and-we-had-to-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116235350484691441</id><published>2006-11-01T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:58:24.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;世界唯一的你&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;曹格&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddv2Y8-5rlo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddv2Y8-5rlo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where the hell Gary gets his beautifuuuul voice from. He sings nice and touching songs and his voice is just too good to be true. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116235350484691441?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116235350484691441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116235350484691441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116235350484691441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116235350484691441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-where-hell-gary-gets-his.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116220943095386686</id><published>2006-10-30T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:58:57.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I profess. I suck at keeping puffles. The second one I bought RAN AWAY AGAIN. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/puffleranaway.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/puffleranaway.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is even more dreaded than the Windows blue screen of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my sister was at dinner, and we started inventing songs about runaway puffles. Namely, mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gareth Gate's &lt;b&gt;Lies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;You hide behind your lies&lt;br /&gt;Come look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And break my heart with honesty instead&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye&lt;br /&gt;I can't take another lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Puffled version&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;They had to run away&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Eight hundred coins I had to spend on them&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't dare to buy&lt;br /&gt;In case they say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye&lt;br /&gt;I can't take another bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Brandi Carlilie's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Can I Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the clock on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Hands hardly moving at all&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand the state I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like the walls closing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Lord, what can I say&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad since you went away&lt;br /&gt;Time, time ticking on me&lt;br /&gt;Alone is the last place I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, what can I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Puffled version&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the puffle I just bought&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, it runs away&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where it might have been&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was just not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Lord, what can I say&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad since they ran away&lt;br /&gt;Time, time ticking on me&lt;br /&gt;Club Penguin membership, I thought it was free&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, what can I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok no egg-throwing please. No vegetable-throwing or throwing of any other items allowed either. We're just two hapless, bored-after-dinner and utterly lame kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116220943095386686?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116220943095386686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116220943095386686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116220943095386686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116220943095386686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-profess.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116219362510555682</id><published>2006-10-30T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:39:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I mentioned the Physics practical, did I? I don't know why I didn't either. Anyhow, it wasn't all that great either. I'm not sure how the graph is supposed to go, the last question had this graph we were supposed to draw of the velocity of this nice yellow marble against distance it rolled down the makeshift ramp they gave us. Usually if they want you to draw a curve they will say "Draw a smooth curve along the points.", but they didn't. Yeah yeah, so I should have drawn a line. But my plots were totally in the shape of a nice curve that bent to the right upwards...so I thought no way I'm gonna find a best fit line with a given plot like this...so I drew a curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Alot of people drew a straight line which meant their points aren't that out like mine. Sighhhhhhhhhh. And I don't know if I approached the plan-your-own-experiment question the right way. Double sighhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mozilla Firefox 2 isn't that great? There isn't much difference just that they keep checking my spelling as I type with dotted red lines under the words they deem wrong so my "Sighhhhhh"s and even the word "alot" is underlined. How weird. Why is everyone so excited over it? My favourite Firefox theme isn't even compatible with Firefox 2 yet, so I'm stuck with the not-very-nice-comparatively default Firefox skin. And why is my "favourite" also underlined now?! I just right-clicked to see and apparently it's the American spelling they're following. So irritating lah. See even "lah" is underlined. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Chinese paper. Our second and last chance, lol (IT'S UNDERLINED TOO SHEESH, and guess what "sheesh" is also underlined). Not counting on it. Peiyi says it's easier, I don't really know. There are some weird questions in Paper 2 and even the comprehension MCQ had some difficult choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. Now my blog post is infested with red, dotted underlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Paper 1 didn't have anything I enjoyed writing. Sometimes I enjoy writing compositions even for exams if it's something I, well, enjoy writing about. Boring lor. Only some weird letter about the pros and cons of big families to another friend, and a report on how you feel about the fact that teenagers nowadays are so hyped about money.&lt;br /&gt;Ugggggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not these were so called the most interesting topics out of the choices...the rest were inunderstandable (in-understandable) or just tooooo boring to attempt. Really too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my Chem practical. Wah scared la. We're using potassium permanganate (why the heck is it underlined too), that's all I know and all Mrs Teh told us. I hope my titration is within range or preferably on the spot. I hope I can get what the unknown thingy they throw at us in the form of powder or solution is. I hoooooope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Alright then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116219362510555682?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116219362510555682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116219362510555682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116219362510555682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116219362510555682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-think-i-mentioned-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116208117159396672</id><published>2006-10-29T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T08:19:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored because I still have a few more minutes before I have to go and study with some goon. I donno if I should buy Joey's birthday present today leh, cuz I alr actually planned to buy for her next week. Don't feel like going to search for a birthday present today. Mind you, finding a birfday present is hard work ok, even if the end product you actually buy doesn't seem to reflect it (like a shirt, a mug or stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why some people just can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give up&lt;/span&gt;. I'm trying not to be mean, but I thought they'd have gotten the bloody hint by now. If something's not gonna happen, it's not ever gonna happen unless I say otherwise so. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggggggh. Chinese...SS...Emaths...suddenly I feel scared. I wonder how Chem practical is like. I've never been really good in it, only for a few select lucky times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH ok only left like a feeeeeeewwwwww more minutes for real now. Kay byebye.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116208117159396672?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116208117159396672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116208117159396672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116208117159396672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116208117159396672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bored-because-i-still-have-few-more.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116203950670849019</id><published>2006-10-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:46:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright man. This is my 301th post. I'm going to check on my 'Edit Posts' page later on to see how it's gonna change. If you don't know what I'm talking about, in the 'Edit Posts' page there's this drop down menu that lets you see how many blog posts you wanna see in that single page from the most recent one. The most in the menu is 300. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4_O2TCYxFg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4_O2TCYxFg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. I've not uploaded any videos for a loooooong time. Enjoy Max's (and Minqi's) irresistable cuteness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116203950670849019?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116203950670849019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116203950670849019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116203950670849019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116203950670849019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright-man.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116200622697266094</id><published>2006-10-28T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T11:30:27.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just freaking argued with my sister. It's been a long time since we were this mad with each other...well, not THAT mad, but we haven't argued in like a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minqi's character is totally different from mine. That's the way most siblings are. No surprise. I think she's too goody-goody sometimes, and she thinks I'm too loud. But we get along all the same because I become slightly less loud for her liking, and she becomes wilder whenever we do lame stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod just as I typed that above paragraph Minqi walked in with a bottle of strawberry prunes and asked me to try them cuz they're nice and got me a glass of water. I feel so touched now, I was intending to go and make her laugh later or something. Well, at least that shows she isn't THAT mad with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. By wild things I mean really lame &amp; crazy things...we sing the Spongebob Squarepants theme song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now That We're Men&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of busy shopping malls and scare the bejeebers out of passerbys by yelling out random stuff suddenly. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Why am I sounding sooo in love with my sister. That's incest + lesbianism in one. But oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to go play with her now or something to make up for it. Hehe bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116200622697266094?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116200622697266094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116200622697266094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116200622697266094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116200622697266094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-freaking-argued-with-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116195223013861199</id><published>2006-10-27T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:33:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/%3D%28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/%3D%28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao! Didn't see it for two days only...then go run away. What kind of sai pet issit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is I can't believe I go spend another 800 coins out of my 2000++ coins to buy another puffle exactly the same and call it THE SAME NAME! Ahh damn. Should have at least called it teh bing junior or teh bing II. Oh but at least the old one was teh bing, this one is Teh Bing. More high class you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and my 20-minutes-old puffle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/tehbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/tehbing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins contentedly*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116195223013861199?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116195223013861199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116195223013861199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116195223013861199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116195223013861199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/walao-didnt-see-it-for-two-days-only.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116176520389021634</id><published>2006-10-25T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:33:23.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you're deprived when you start playing &lt;a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/club-penguin/en/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on a daily basis and you actually LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Lahgoon is also playing it. Hehe. Who's Lahgoon, I hear you ask. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;It's some delusional psychotic by the name of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116176520389021634?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116176520389021634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116176520389021634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116176520389021634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116176520389021634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-youre-deprived-when-you-start.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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-22555887.post-116165928107726645</id><published>2006-10-24T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:53:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah. Gack. 3 days never blog liao also no feeling. I might be losing my penchant for blogging. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some things happened within these three days. My comp screwed up cuz one of my mom's programs wouldn't work, so she set off trying to solve it, which led to her restoring and undo-ing restorations, like, over 7 times in one day, so obviously the comp buay tahan liao then BABOOM on us. So in the end we had to reformat. Er, not totally cuz our files aren't lost but messed up anyhow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no complaints, but I CAN'T DOWNLOAD MSN PLUS LIVE ANYMORE. There's this irritating pop up that says it's not a vaid Win32 application. Sigh. Can anyone help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. When I downloaded Windows Media Player Beta 1, I can't remember how I got that damn irritating online music store &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URGE&lt;/span&gt; they kept insisting on installing for me out of the way. I think I went to uninstall it myself. But now I have to directly download Beta 2 hor, I think they wisened up...we can't like, actually get it out of the way liao. I went to uninstall it and it's still there somehow...when I click on the tab it goes and download itself. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;Smart huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhh. I want MSN Plus Live. *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. One good thing. When I was checking my mailbox, I suddenly saw this green button under the Hotmail icon asking me to upgrade to Windows Live Mail Beta. Since it's beta it must mean I'm one of those chosen right?!?!?!?! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And it IS nice. Nicer than I expected. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some names cancelled out which explains the blank spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get to the actual page there's also this cool thingy telling you to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/465/400/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The green circles keep appearing and disappearing in a circle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. That's about all that's happened...I feel like I have no life now. Just stay at home whole day long, sometimes slack sometimes feel bad and do some work...but like going online also no one online...call Joey to ask her stuff and sometimes to disturb her...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I thought tomorrow was the Physics O Level practical when I woke up and I was rather happy about that cuz it meant I get to see my friends. Just now I looked at my computer clock and it said Tuesday. I know mine's on Thursday. SIGHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this weird dream about the Physics practical. I dreamt that we were all teleported to Temasek JC (?!??!?!!), then we were in this lab which looked suspiciously like ours being briefed by Mrs Teh about the Physics practical. She said stuff about radioactivity and how we should be careful. Then that was it. We somehow landed outside the lab into the school compound. I was with someone at first (but I forgot who) but that idiot had the cheek to abandon me. So the Physics practical went like this: We had to go around looking for clues on pieces of paper at stations where we'd do whatever the clue wanted us to do to the people there and then get a pass. We needed 10 passes by a certain period of time to pass the Physics practical (I don't know about doing well). And at first I thought the clues had something to do with Physics but somehow...along in the dream all my clues (I got three before I woke up) had nothing to do with Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Weird dream, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Goong rather faithfully nowadays, and I guess Peiyi will be happy to know that. Sometimes I find the crown prince dude quite handsome, sometimes from some angles wah ugly like siao. But I do think that the second prince is cute lah duh. The Caijing is pretty...the other girl isn't really. If my memory didn't fail me she acted as the ghost in Wishing Stairs, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nothing much more to blog about. Maybe sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out &lt;a href="http://lifebeforedeath.org.sg"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. I noticed it long ago when I saw that, well, you have to admit, scary advertisement with Mr Mohammad Abdooh inviting us to "join him on his final journey". But I always forgot to look at the site whenever I used the comp...now I finally did. Watch his video blogs. It's kinda sad when you think this normal-looking guy here wearing a red checkered shirt next to his wife actually has last-stage lung cancer and is on the verge of death...but that's how life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22555887-116165928107726645?l=spacemunkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116165928107726645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22555887&amp;postID=116165928107726645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116165928107726645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22555887/posts/default/116165928107726645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacemunkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>enchantzment</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>
