<?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-21089617</id><updated>2011-08-28T21:56:15.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4198379528968177040</id><published>2008-12-11T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:01:21.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I wish I never left Singapore. In a way. I mean, the shopping in HK's good! Good, not great, but good. It's winter and everywhere I go I see fur and boots and scarves. They're really pretty BUT everyone knows how horribly sweaty and disgusting Singapore's weather can make me, so splurging on winter clothing's completely out of the question. Food's as awesome as ever though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only managed to shop for a day before leaving for Hai Nan Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was no joke. 8 hours on the road (not to forget the 8 hours back too). Sit. Sleep. Pee. Eat. Sit. Pee. Eat more. Sleep. I didn't dare shit, but constipation is really not a very pleasurable experience. It's not funny. I thought I was going to die from severe decaying of the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my Grandma's chicken is the BEST. Nothing beats Hai Nan's chicken (not the hainanese chicken rice you know which, is not from Hai nan but from Singapore). Other than thatttttt... let's just say that is about 90% of what I can say about the Hai Nan trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to HK! I had one more day to shop before making my way around China with my family (by car AGAIN). My brother just arrived from Singapore since his NS only permitted him with a 2 week holiday. So, I spent my day accompanying him and sadly only end up buying a tee myself. I suppose it was a rather fruitful day already. I mean, I found a T-SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now, I'm in some part of China. Yes, china is big, there're lots of cows, ducks, chickens, stray dogs... I guess that just about sums up everything. Okay fine, some food's pretty good, some pretty gross. And then... oh my gawd I really cant think of much else to say. I'm very ummm.... BORED.                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY DOG I MISS MY CHEER TEAM AND I MISS MY FRIENDSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright nevermind let my just look forward to returning to HK and having about half a week to SHOP AND SHOP AND SHOP AND SHOP SHOP SHOP AH SHOP!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST.DO.HOLIDAY.HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST.NOT.FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBABLY.WILL.FORGET.ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be... check this, a TEN hour drive to another part of China. NOT COOL!! And I most likely will not have access to the Internet for the next dont know how many days. SO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEAREST PFF, CHENG CHENG, CARIN, COLLEEN, JOHN, TIMO, AND JIAAA IN ADVANCE! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the few of my favourite people in the whole world, I'm VERY VERY thankful to have you guys! Another reason why I wish I never left Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOSH I MISS MY CHEER TEAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4198379528968177040?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4198379528968177040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4198379528968177040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4198379528968177040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4198379528968177040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-hater-hk-disneyland-really-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-3006057979836704678</id><published>2008-11-30T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:41:54.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blah-blah-blah-blahdy ke-ke-ke-ke-keold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! To blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in HK right now and i SWEAR it's bloody cold (just in case nobody understood my heading). At least for the past 2 days. Unfortunately for me, I've completely outgrown all of my winter clothings (I grew TALLER, NOT fatter. Okay maybe a little fatter.) so basically, I was pretty much butt naked here in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get to spend much time here, cuz i'm leaving for china in 2 days time and well, i'll be all around china for 2-3 weeks. Grrrawd how i dread the upcoming trip. We're gonna DRIVE around china. Did somebody just say that sounds like fun!? I just sat in the new car my dad bought specially for this trip and for some damned reason the seats are as hard as stone. Spending half of the trip sitting in that backseat is not gonna be FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala, WHAT TIME IS YOUR FLIGHT ON THE 27th?? Oh gawd please let it be in the early morning cuz mine is at night. *pray pray pray to buddha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen, the moment I reach home in hk I already have something that I know you'll scream and roll over and die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else I'm already starting to miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOOD JOB WILDCARDS!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-3006057979836704678?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/3006057979836704678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=3006057979836704678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/3006057979836704678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/3006057979836704678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah-blah-blah-blahdy-ke-ke-ke-ke-keold.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5707372322177311637</id><published>2008-08-30T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:44:32.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Haha ehhh, sorry for dormant blog. Lazyyyyyyyy. Maybe another time :D will change my msn nick when I've posted smth sooo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5707372322177311637?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5707372322177311637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5707372322177311637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5707372322177311637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5707372322177311637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha-ehhh-sorry-for-dormant-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7993260672540221865</id><published>2008-08-03T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:42:03.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm really supposed to be studying right now, but....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so easy to digress. Seriously. I think I was inspired by Becky the BIG TIME shopaholic. I mean really, how can somebody have SO little self control over shopping? Haha those situations she gets herself into, they're quite hilarious. She can just be saying something like "okay this will be my new regime from this moment onwards. No more buying of things that I dont need!" Then suddenly, she sees this huge sign "SALE" outside a branded store and her body just flies towards that glass door. Then she'll simply convince herself that the chasmere coat (which costs a bomb) is a very worthy piece of investment and if she doesnt buy it she's just being stupid (she's even saving money from buying this sale item whao!!). Complete disaster of her supposed shopping ban. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I originally was quite determined to study for my chem test tmr, but 5 mins later... uhh. Haha i mean, it's just annoying for me to write now. SO SLOW AND MY HANDWRITING IS SO UGLY. It just depresses you. Even so, I must say I'm pretty pleased that I found this new spot to study at home and it's just GREAT. My parents recently shifted this glass table up to the balcony, which overlooks the garden. Lighting's awesome, and the wind, omg. I never knew Singapore can be so cooling. My mini speaker playing music in front of me, and what's best, the laptop just perched next to me. Seriously, it's so comfortable i can just sit here FOREVER. And study too of course. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7993260672540221865?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7993260672540221865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7993260672540221865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7993260672540221865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7993260672540221865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-really-supposed-to-be-studying-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5548033399131302361</id><published>2008-08-01T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:31:41.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Excuse me, make way for the invalid, thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fractured my wrist, how nice. Well, strictly speaking, it was already fractured in April, during those crazy intensive cheer practises (no regrets there though). I thought it was just a sprain or smth minor, Shane gave it a twist twist massage (ouch) and basically I went on playing with it, doing cartwheels with it, did push ups with it, dance with it etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months later, I went for a check up and realized it's fractured. Niceeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this bright purple splint on my right arm now (I'M RIGHT HANDED ARGHHH), classmates are calling me robojane, my GP teacher thought I was trying to establish a new fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, can do no nothing now. Eat (chopsticks are real suckers to me now), write (now my BROTHER has nicer handwriting than me, and that's really something), bathe, comb my hair (lala have to do it for me everyday now. Haha thanks mini t-rex you're the best THOUGH you're not very pleasant during pms but every girl's like that that time of the month HAHA.), AND I CANT PLAY MY PIANO!!!!! Boo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5548033399131302361?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5548033399131302361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5548033399131302361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5548033399131302361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5548033399131302361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/08/excuse-me-make-way-for-invalid-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2924737616380170539</id><published>2008-07-06T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:21:08.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUPER SIZE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That movie was some freaky shit. Seriously, nobody really knows about the sly evasive fat and SUGAR inside all those mcfood until a movie like that was released. Gaining 24.5 pounds in 30 days??? That's some crazy ass mcfatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to sum up my whole Hong Kong trip during the june holiday, I spent about S$1000. But I spent every cents worth. Like, that same dress I bought from HK for hkd80 (sgd16?) cost sgd FORTY HERE. FOUR-ZERO. Wtf!?!? Omg and that's not the worse yet. These pairs of random socks I bought in HK for sg40CENNTS, the exact same pairs are selling in cineleisure at 10 DOLLARS FOR 3 PAIRS. That's more than 8 folds the price I got them for!! And if you think about it, they bought those socks in bulk, so they'll be costing even less say 10 to 20 cents a pair? Then check out the amount of money they're earning. Those bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG OUTING TOMORROW!!! Havent had one in a very long time. Got to go sentosa together one day. When I've sucessfully get all those mcfat out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go watch super size me for a pretty frightening and interesting reality check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2924737616380170539?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2924737616380170539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2924737616380170539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2924737616380170539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2924737616380170539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-size-me-that-movie-was-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8366451400400382164</id><published>2008-06-17T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:24:49.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whao nessa i got u smth that you'll absolutely SCREAM. haha i think. Anyway i saw this GORGEOUS butterfly necklace but i'm not sure if you'll want it cuz it's SGD10. but then agn sgd10 for a ncklace is quite ok rite? haha i'm just kinda used to getting them at sgd4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well ah ur tube! are you planning to wear it on its own or is it the under clothes one? simply put, WHAT LENGHT U WANT??? full, half torso, or just the bobbie part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok LL send me a pic of that belt if poss!! And haha i'll get you stuff. I got u smth alr, but dunno if you'll like. just thought it'll be rather useful for you :D Hmm hairband, cloth ones or plastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charis i missed you too haha you're so thin i can buy so much clothes for you!! BUT I HAVE NO MONEY. haha ik'll go for smth low budget.what kind of handbag do u want? be specific!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regi i miss u ugh ugh ugh CANT WAIT TO SEE U AGN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I LOVE AND MISS EVERYBODY I NEED TO GO SHOP NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8366451400400382164?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8366451400400382164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8366451400400382164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8366451400400382164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8366451400400382164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/whao-nessa-i-got-u-smth-that-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6094387365641137553</id><published>2008-06-16T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:10:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG NESSA I FOUND THE LUNCHBOX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the hamster one that you want. It's yellow, and cost HKD90. It doesnt come with the chopsticks and stuff so do u want me to get separate? I dont thnk i'll be able to find chopsticks of the same character but tell me which other u like and what colour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the other hand, there's spongebob lunch box too! and it's yellow TOO! haha ummm but it's hkd120. not chopsticks. sooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spongebob pencil cases i found so far, they're erally cute, but the price is like, hkd90? Ah i'm sure i can find cheaper ones la. How big u want? I found one where sb's face takes up the WHOLE pencil case. another is alot of sb prints and it's a bit shimmery. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6094387365641137553?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6094387365641137553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6094387365641137553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6094387365641137553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6094387365641137553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-nessa-i-found-lunchbox-its-hamster.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6332089978614295852</id><published>2008-06-16T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:01:14.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nessa!! i bought files alr like lots of them, but they're mostly sanrio and disney characters. I cant really find those jap jap kind, but if u want i'll go hunt! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH CHUAAAA!!! I bought tube for youuuuu :D haha it's semi long and it's smooooth. But i dont know if it's big enough for your very very well developed boobiesssssssssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6332089978614295852?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6332089978614295852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6332089978614295852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6332089978614295852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6332089978614295852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/nessa-i-bought-files-alr-like-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7663882373217029219</id><published>2008-06-10T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:08:49.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSP&lt;br /&gt;set a) psp + anti scratch screen sticker+ cover + usb = 1470&lt;br /&gt;set b) everything same + 2GB mem card = 1630&lt;br /&gt;set c) everything same + 4GB = 1690&lt;br /&gt;set d) everything same + 8GB = 1960&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but darling, for red psp you have to add another 250 :( it's special. gold is another 190!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway LL and nessa, that's the price from 1 shop only, so i'llask ard for cheaper price haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7663882373217029219?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7663882373217029219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7663882373217029219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7663882373217029219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7663882373217029219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/psp-set-psp-anti-scratch-screen-sticker.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2017182134149482554</id><published>2008-06-10T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:04:30.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NDS crimson: set a) nds + anti scratch sticker+ case+ charger = hd 1080&lt;br /&gt;                                B) everything same + ear phone+ extendabe pen+ usb cable = 1130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL you have to get the mem card separately i forgot to ask the price ill ask agn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2017182134149482554?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2017182134149482554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2017182134149482554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2017182134149482554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2017182134149482554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/nds-crimson-set-nds-anti-scratch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4010746798670047536</id><published>2008-06-10T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:02:02.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today's buys :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i din really buy much today. but but! I found converse stocks from china much much much cheaper! bout 30? they have the normal canvas colours, leather basics ah i'm not sure.I bought a pair myself, leather for s30 bucks haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, they dont manufacture polaroid anymore :( have yet to ask bout fuji instant. what do u mean but instant anyway? like the use once then throw or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH bout nds and psp, wait i gotta log out and in agn no time left for this comp :/ I'm so cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4010746798670047536?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4010746798670047536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4010746798670047536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4010746798670047536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4010746798670047536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-buys-d-ok-i-din-really-buy-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1119180877568966027</id><published>2008-06-10T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:04:07.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;rain rain go awayyyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been raining non-stop for the past 3 days. And yes i really really mean NON-STOP. As in it starts early in the morning before dawn and it NEVER STOPPED. Floods everywhere, highway to airport blocked cuz of mud from landslides. I CANT GO OUT!!! I was stuck at home for a long long time and I was FED UP AND PISSED. I din come abck to hk to rot at home omggg!!! Today's the first day i'm actually gonna do any shopping and I'm really really looking foward to it wheee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm So today i'll go hunt for all the things you guys asked haha I'm really quite excited. Nessa yes i like that name!! but how is it suppsoed to be pronounced? Like.. "elle-neh"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh debbie dont worry i'll go check the price for you, then tell me if you still want it k? haha lovee youuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else I dont have any news so far so check back like tonight maybe I'll email you guys bout my findings haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh but but I'm going back to china tmr to visit my gramps again. Will be there for bout 5 days or so? So I wont be blogging (NO BLOGGER IN CHINA THAT SUCKS). BUT I MIGHT COME ONLINE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1119180877568966027?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1119180877568966027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1119180877568966027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1119180877568966027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1119180877568966027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/rain-rain-go-awayyyy-its-been-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8698757663712578608</id><published>2008-06-10T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:42:45.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TWO MINUTES LEFT TO COMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"LL BE BACK. LET THE AUNTIE BEHIND USE FIRST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8698757663712578608?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8698757663712578608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8698757663712578608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8698757663712578608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8698757663712578608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-minutes-left-to-comp-ill-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5518404204288358409</id><published>2008-06-05T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:27:21.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hong Kong ppl dont wear FBTs!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok but then agn i shd have known better. Haha cuz I'm just going to the nearby market and mall, din want to spend so much time dress up and stuff so annoying, so i just slipped on a tee shirt and fbts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE WHOLE WORLD STARTED STARING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp the uncles and they're making it SO BLOODY OBVIOUS. They checked me out like from HEAD TO TOE? Omg fuck those uncles they're so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway only got bout 4 mins left that's the prob with public comp. My sister's sick, so i gotta stay home to watch her and stuff (parents went to china mainland ughhhh). Went to see the doctor with her, then headed to wet market opposite. The smell was BADDD. What's worse, my sister started tearing, so i went out with her. She ran, and PUKED. NOT COOL. Basically she threw up all her medicine. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ok LL got your email!! Haha will help to check. WHAT THE HELL IS CRIMSON BLACK ANYWAY? in chinese? haha is it like shiny black or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm umm i forgot what else i wanted to say, but this little kid behind (or rather directly beside) is still staring at me and the comp. Not like as if he understand shit bout what I'm typing right. Brat. haha okay love all of you will do my shopping soon love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5518404204288358409?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5518404204288358409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5518404204288358409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5518404204288358409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5518404204288358409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/hong-kong-ppl-dont-wear-fbts-ok-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-3021100894037699954</id><published>2008-06-04T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:38:14.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AH AH AH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay um i din get to blog yest! The public comp at the mall near my place is under maintainence. And apparently it has been in that state for quite a while. Darn the cheapskate public internet providers. I survive on that hello??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finally I get to use the comp cuz my mum's drinking at this semi-posh cafe and there are nice nice comps available whee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I receieved way too many emails about... EVERYTHING. School, NDP cheer, MATH OMG MATH, friends :) haha it's a bit hard to keep track and rmb all those. To hell with math anyway (sorry nessa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha alright &lt;strong&gt;nessa&lt;/strong&gt; baby, read your email! I think that name is WAY weird. Cant there be something else? And who says AC xxx have to be related to AC? Ah okay i know that's a bit difficult to pull off butttt. Haha ACsian cheer is just sooooo, you know.  Then how about we have something just COMPLETELY unrelated to AC? Omg i dont know this is so annoying. Well I mean, we dont have to ask school for permission to compete do we? Why would they even say no anyway? Oh oh get the numbers from relay leaders Joanna and Dawn? I dont have the numbers with me right now (in my s'pore sim card).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that aside, I FOUND LOTS OF LUNCH BOXES!! I mean, they're really easy to find. you know there're basically 2 designs rite? the single layer with clip clip, and double layer with rubber band. I forgot which one you want. Well most are "sanrio" characters, so check out which you like best (cinammon is light blue i think it's quite cute). What's your budget for it anyway? I found this DAMN DAMN DAMN AWESOME ones. It's slightly bigger than the 2 layers one we saw in kino, plus it comes with a chill pack, super cute zip carrier and the utensils I think. Buttttt, it's HKD180. Not cheapppp. BUT OMG IT'S SO AWESOME. Well anyway if you just want the normal ones, they MAY not come with chopsticks I'm not sure. Do you want me to get the separate box with chopsticks, fork AND spoon? Haha :) I saw spongbob lunch boxes too but the design not that great. I'll go for a more intensive search dont worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes yes tell debbie to read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEBBIE!! &lt;/strong&gt;Yes yes I have returned to Chinaaaaaaa Hongky Tonggg. You need me to buy you anything? Sex toy maybe? Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;strong&gt;LL!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'll help you check the NDSL later. Do you want me to check the price of like, the thing on its own, and the thing with everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;LALA&lt;/strong&gt;, who in the world said that ribosomes are not organelles?? IT'S YOU ISN'T IT!! Haha I rmb you gave me that omg-you're-a-stupid-bitch face when I asked isnt ribosomes organelles too. HAHA YOU IDIOT MINI T-REX. I just read the bio molecules notes and ribosomes and centrioles are organelles just that they're not membrane bounded! Omg i'm so confused enlighten me please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates whenever possible darlings!&lt;br /&gt;I bought heart shaped post-its I'm so happy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-3021100894037699954?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/3021100894037699954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=3021100894037699954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/3021100894037699954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/3021100894037699954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-ah-ah-haha-okay-um-i-din-get-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-738933554786830954</id><published>2008-06-02T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:19:30.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Off to Dim Sum Land!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Leaving for the airport in about 2 hours time. I woke up frigging at EIGHT AM to continue packing. I cant believe I actually have SO MUCH TO PACK!!! Really, I shouldn't have played that damned pokemon on NDS and wasted my whole evening. Ah but but but still, it's so funnnnnnnn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, same old same, I wont really be checking my email so just tag my board whenever. Shopping list, school work, getting married, whatever, just tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks had been hectic. Gotta keep it short, still need to bathe and all (I HAVEN'T PACKED MY TOILETRIES OMG). In brief, Restless V was... AMAZING. True, I didn't have a lot of items. But as time passed and I grew closer to the society, that really didn't matter anymore cuz I just enjoyed every moment I had with them. I'm feeling rather... confused now. I know I don't want to quit dance, but I might HAVE to. It's making me rather sad just to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Putting that aside, I'm so not prepared for terms. Just packed my files and realized I have a effing effing tall mountain of notes to study, tutorials and practice papers to do. OMGGGGG. Somebody kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really have to get going now. Got a plane to catch y'all! Haha I'll miss you guys, cant wait to see all of you again when I come back from HK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveeee,&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-738933554786830954?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/738933554786830954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=738933554786830954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/738933554786830954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/738933554786830954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/06/off-to-dim-sum-land-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-9130541210947949480</id><published>2008-05-08T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:36:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I NEED SLEEP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm free!! Oh wait actually I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still stuck with the hectic schedule. IT'S JUST NEVER ENDING. UGHH UGHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that past one month I disappeared from blogger, every single day had been a whirl. There were just too many things going on I cant steady myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything, I really have to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERLEADING IS NOW AN OFFICIAL EXTERNAL CCA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg omg omg omg omg. It took me one and a half year to complete this dream, but heck it's done! I'M SO HAPPY I'M SO HAPPY I'M SO HAPPY AHHHH! Of course I couldn't have done this without the help of my cheer team. CHEERLEADERS I ABSOLUTELY ADORE ALL OF YOU!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last month was spent training like crazy for cheerleading. Twice a week from 6-9 pm, not to forget Dance practises 3 times a week. IT'S CRAZY. With the rate of energy draining from me, it's a wonder how I didn't scrunch up into a dried wrinkly prune. Despite all that, it has been a very satisfying (and also refreshing, in some sense) period for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that performance on sports day, I though whao, it's all over, I can finally go back to sleeping at 10.30pm every night. BUT NO, here comes Restless V. Well, it's not that I'm complaining. I mean, I really love Dance, with all the nice sweet dancers and all. But it can get a tad stressful and pressurizing when we dont really get the steps. That's when all hell breaks loose and Raj starts screaming and shouting at the tiniest, minuscules error (some of them arent even errors he just wants to shout that's all). However, that's still the least of my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO TIME TO STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was unbelievably exhausting. Monday I had school till 4.30, dance started at 5 and ended at 9 plus. By the time I reached home, bathe and ate my dinner, it was almost 11. I packed my bag did a little work and I just completely knocked out. Not literally no, in fact, I have never in my life fainted before. I was just so tired my mind went on strike and stubbornly refused to function anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wasnt any better. Sure, I ended school at 12.10 (THANK GOD.), but I had to do my GP independent learning shit with Lala, then I had GP tutorial, and lastly Dance from 5 to 9 again. It was terrible. I thought I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday... wasn't so bad. Had NDP cheer practise in Bedok army camp from 2.30 to 7, then our own cheer practise from 7 to 9. I dont know, it's just that although cheer practise with Shane and the girls were all PT, I felt surprisingly OK. Maybe it was because of all the people I love, they make things incredibly better no matter how hard and tiring times can be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally get to rest. Ok not exactly, since I have to try to use this time to catch up with my work, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another packed day tomorrow. School, then GP IL, then GP remedial, then gymming for cheer. Oh well at least I get to go home early. P.S getting to leave school anytime before 9pm is considered really really early for me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have suck it up and hang in there until the end of this month when Restless V ends, then I can go back to HK during the holidays and hopefully get a bit of REAL rests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT TERMS. ARGH SOMEBODY STAB ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I dont know if I can still cope with Dance and everything else as the year moves on. I cant even study properly for the minor tests now, how in the world am I going to study for my terms and promos? I cant possibly give up on cheerleading, it means more than the world to me. That leaves me with one desicion to make: whether to quit dance or not. I told Godwin (he's like my dance advisor now haha), and he was like: "K lor! Just quite lor! After all the effort you've put in to get into dance. Just quittt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha omg he's so terribly annoying it's hilarious :) Godwin you've gotta get better soon so we can take turns running after each other and trying to kick each other's ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I think I better stop my post for now. My main (and supposedly sole) purpose of switching on the computer is to read up on my GP IL article. Ok opposing viewpoint here I come. Groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whao you found my blog. Nice. I'm surprised you kept quiet even after reading that "bitch post" I wrote about you. I expected some major spamming by either you or your good friends, and really I am rather taken aback that my tagboard remained clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I wonder what you can say to me. Probably nothing. There's nothing you can say to make me look bad or to make yourself sound righteous. And I don't suppose you got the guts to do anything either. With all those empty talks you and your friend had about kicking and hurting me during cheer practise (sounds childish to you too doesnt it haha), you never got round to do it. With your size and mine, you even dared to think about physically assaulting me? With one body slam and you can wave your dainty upright neck goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you found my blog and with all that free time you have, I'm pretty sure you'll come back and take a look at least once more. Irksome, yes, but that means you'll read all that I want to say to you. And believe me, I have LOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance camp wasn't so bad even with Jane around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck did I do to you man. I wont mention you as friend's loved one, but in dance society, you're just another of my dance mate. I have no fucking idea what I did during camp that could make you feel it was bad. If it was just my PRESENCE, then omg I really have nothing to say except for "please get a life". I mean, no matter how much I dislike you and think some of your ways are just simply disgusting, I wouldn't spend my time and attention to even bother about you during dance camp. I just want to have fun, who gives a shit about you, right. But you just have to go and say something stupid like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even asked you nicely and politely (with some hints of cheerfulness too I hope) if you would like the food I was serving for camp dinner. Maybe it just didn't come out right. Maybe, to you, it sounded something like: "hey bitch, want some chicken? Nah, just kidding, you can go starve yourself to death." I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, you have back problem or shoulder problem huh? Only those who suffer from those get to sleep on the mats, just in case you didnt know. I was having my period, and my lower back was hurting like nobody's business. After one whole night of non-stop dancing, it's a miracle that I could still stand upright. Ok, the few blue mats were laid out, and senior called for those who have problems to go sleep on them. You happily threw your sleeping bag on top and took up space. Soon the mats were filled. Senior called for all of you to try to squeeze a little so I can get some space to sleep on, but no, you didnt budge an inch. I ended up having to sleep on the dance floor. The whole night I tossed and turned. The pain was unbearable and it didn't help that it was freezing in there. I hardly slept a wink. The next day it got so bad my back just gave way. I couldnt even complete the belly dancing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time I still felt rather calm, until I found out that apparently you had no back or shoulder problem whatsoever and was perfectly fine. Why the hell would you want to deprive me of a space on the mats then? Oh wait it's so painfully obvious! Maybe because you have no morals?? Maybe you would rather let me drown in pain then to let your precious body touch the cold hard floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm wrong, that is if you REALLY do suffer from some back or shoulder problem and needed to sleep on the mats just as much as I do, I apologise for whatever I just said. If not, fuck you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I still have so much more to say, but homework is first priority, and you're probably one of the last. So I'll leave this for the moment, check back after Restless V my dear. Oh and no point getting angry at him. You've got no right to be pissed off at him anyway. You dare try to blame him for anything, I'll never let this matter rest. Go vent your anger somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL I miss you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-9130541210947949480?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/9130541210947949480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=9130541210947949480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/9130541210947949480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/9130541210947949480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-750243093330273701</id><published>2008-04-05T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:21:58.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;super tight schedule!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stuff just keeps piling and piling and piling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick like hell. I think I'm gonna cough my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather happy with life now though. I think it's because of cheerleading. Heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I love my cheerleading girls and nessa very very very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to start doing my homework now. Actually I MUST start doing my homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-750243093330273701?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/750243093330273701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=750243093330273701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/750243093330273701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/750243093330273701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/04/super-tight-schedule-and-stuff-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8403563045200079361</id><published>2008-03-31T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:11:39.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bitch - a woman considered to be spiteful or overbearing&lt;em&gt; (haughtily or rudely arrogant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO RIDICULOUS. I have never been so baffled by a person's behaviour before. You don't like me, yes, I understand that (I mean, same goes the other way round too), but to EXPRESS GLEE OVER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOMEONE'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MISERY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jane's crying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would you say something like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is WAY childish. I mean, that's not even NORMAL HUMAN REACTION. That is unless you HATE ME TO THE CORE, SO MUCH SO THAT YOU'LL JUMP WITH JOY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EVERY TIME&lt;/span&gt; SOMEONE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;/span&gt; STEPPED ON MY FOOT OR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SMTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But I know you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hate me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WE BARELY EVEN SPOKE MORE THAN 10 WORDS TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EACH OTHER&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GODDAMN KNOW YOU MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm wondering, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" WHEN I'M CRYING OVER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SMTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, WHEN IT'S NOT EVEN YOU WHO WERE INFLICTING THE PAIN? YOU'RE JUST BEING HAPPY WHEN SOMEBODY ELSE MAKES ME SAD, WHICH IS, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHAT CAN I SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not out there to get you, you know. I'm not out there to make your life miserable, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; number 1: I've got better things to do with my free time, and 2: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; KNOW YOU I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; KNOW YOU I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CARE SHIT ABOUT WHETHER YOU'RE HAPPY OR NOT WHAT THE FUCK I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; KNOW YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I talked about you, is because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, am standing in a position whereby my good friend, HAD JUST RECENTLY BECAME YOUR BOYFRIEND, and I heard stuff about you. Not just from one person my dear, seems like quite a lot of people know about you and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exactly have an amazingly pretty reputation. IN OTHER WORDS, A LOT OF PEOPLE DISLIKE YOU BECAUSE OF PART (honestly I hope it's only PART of, not the whole of it) OF YOUR BITCHY PERSONALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, my friend is obviously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;smitten&lt;/span&gt; by you, and I believe you're nice to him and all. But with the things I heard, I personally was rather worried about him and this whole relationship with you. If this girl can be so horrible and mean to other people, how genuinely nice can she be to him? Okay, she might be nice to him for now, but what's gonna happen when she stops liking him? Worse still, what if he did something that displeases her and she have all these little secrets about him and exaggerates bout them? He can wave his reputation goodbye then. Which is why I talked to him and asked him to think twice. But whatever decision he makes is still entirely up to him. Did you ever hear me say anything like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SHE'S A SLUT SHE'S LIKE A DEVIL IN DISGUISE SHE MIGHT AS WELL BE WEARING HORNS ON HER HEAD, IF YOU GET TOGETHER WITH HER SHE'LL PULL YOU DOWN AND YOU'LL BOTH BE BURNING IN HELL. YOU SHOULD BREAK UP WITH HER IMMEDIATELY, BREAK UP BREAK UP BREAK UP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh no I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;MOVs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;OPVs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? He have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;MOV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm just giving him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;OPV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I showed him choices, I didn't frigging make the choice for him okay, what am I, his mama? NO. You have a well asked question dear girl: "who does she think she is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not his mum, but I'm his friend, which is why I'm watching his back on all the negative possibilities in his life's choices. If I AM his mother, I would've delved straight into his life, meddle into his privacy and command him to break up with you immediately. But do you see me doing that? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that should be clear, 1, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hate you girl, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have a very good impression of you. I mean, you're not even POLITE. You didn't look me in the eyes when I talked to you and you talked back (never again was there a conversation between you and I after that), and you were HAPPY that I was hurt by somebody else. HELLO? WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS AND MORALS?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and 2, I'm not some bitch who enjoys destroying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relationship and life (I've never even done anything to you, you know) for no reason, because all I was doing was looking out for my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have NO WISH to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with this matter that concerns you and my friend anymore. I have said all the advices I wanted to tell him, and wherever he chooses to go (with or without you), I wont interfere anymore. He's big enough to make his own decisions, and if he believes it's the right one, the right one it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it draining too much of my energy, getting all worked up over your immature and silly comments. You have NO idea how pissed I was with you when I heard how you were delighted over my pain. I mean, to a person you barely even know too. That just shows how well you were brought up. Uh uh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I'm not saying your parents did a bad job in your upbringing. But with the environment and the people you hang out with, things CAN go wrong sometimes. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know, you can go figure it out for yourself. If you're even thinking of changing, that is. If you're not, then that's just too bad. Because with that personality and attitude of yours, you're bringing yourself a whole lot of disadvantage in future (not counting the ones you already have presently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, I'm not going to talk about you anymore (too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;perplexing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you're not worth the time). You'll be as good as invisible to me. And I BEG YOU, to treat me as non-existent too. That's the least you could do, if you want me out of this lovely and genuine relationship of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you, AND of course, my good friend (your bf).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8403563045200079361?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8403563045200079361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8403563045200079361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8403563045200079361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8403563045200079361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/bitch-woman-considered-to-be-spiteful.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-9045681492641762792</id><published>2008-03-28T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:56:24.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are just some things you cannot ever forgive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would have been a very perfect day, if not for that fucker. I'm sorry to have to brand him with that word, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he's generally a very amusing, and a rather nice guy. But this time it was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the world's most insensitive bastard. He let me down. He looked down on what is important to me, and think what he did was just no big deal. He betrayed my trust for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever forgive him for what he did. I will eventually forget, but when I do remember, I'm still not going to forgive and say "it's all in the past, it's OK.", because it's just not OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can look serious as hell, and tell a big fat lie right into my face. Where are your morals, and why be so fucking irresponsible to only tell me on the day itself when you could have done so eons ago. To make things worse, you LET ME FIND OUT THAT YOU LIED TO ME. AND THEN YOU GRINNED, AND SAID "OOPS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSTED,FUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you laughed when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;secret's&lt;/span&gt; out, showed just how much you cared about a person's feelings. You think it's no biggie, right? You think you can just laugh and get away with it, right? Wrong. You're just downright despicable to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; bother apologising now, &lt;strike&gt;because I know you don't mean it&lt;/strike&gt; (well I guess you did mean it, hearing it from you today, but it's still too difficult to simply forgive and forget about it.). I'm going to be fucking pissed with you for many many days. If you're gonna read this, good, because if you ask me, I will repeat the whole thing to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really need to start working on your sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert (29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Mar 08): In case you didn't know, what you did really was hurtful. It might be that your personality is just like that, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; justify anything to the things you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the "he cant help it but be like that" is crap, because he most definitely CAN help it. It's not like it's an inborn defect or something. I mean, this is obviously not the first time the whole sensitivity issue has happened, right? How many lessons must be taught before you can actually learn? You will go on and on, until the person just snaps and blow in front of you, before you realize that you've gone too far. But by then, it'll be way too late for you to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, your apologies sounded sincere and convincing, but what the point if you're not going to apply the lesson learnt in future? Then it's just like you've never learnt anything at all. And that, will make you the biggest pain in the ass in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-9045681492641762792?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/9045681492641762792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=9045681492641762792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/9045681492641762792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/9045681492641762792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-are-just-some-things-you-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7082071865900052820</id><published>2008-03-27T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:02:05.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jam packed with stuff to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I actually found time to blog. The past few days had been crazy ones. I have never been so busy in my whole life. Well it's not that life sucks or anything (in fact I like it very much now), just that there always seem to be something to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's dance, there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; stuff, meetings, fun o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rama&lt;/span&gt; prep.... even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; spared. Oh wait I forgot to mention about school work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whichhhh&lt;/span&gt;, to be honest I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; really been giving a lot of time to. Everyday I reach home after 6, and I'm sick with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sore throat&lt;/span&gt; and flu (I have blood in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt; it's gross. Like, lumps of blood, it's damn weird maybe I'm dying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been spending a lot of time with my friends and family!!! Like like there's LL, I havent talked to her for like DAYS, and mind you that damn long. Same goes to nessa. I see nessa ard in school but it's so different we havent really sat down and spend time together like how we always did last time. I miss the 2 of them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after Fun O Rama this saturday, and cheerleading on sports days, I'll be a lot more free. Okay I think I should start to manage my time properly so I can study as well. I dont want to choose to retain and end up like last year only with better CCA records!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And LL I think I totally understand what you mean by like harmless remarks but ppl always think too much and take them the wrong way. It happens, dont think there's much we can do about it. It'll fade with time nobody's gonna dislike you forever just because you said a sentence :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa I'm so proud of you you've been working so hard nowadays, what with your H3 and new CCA and stuff. Sit down relax and eat some chocolate when you feel PMS-sy! Maybe it's a like stress build up thing. But I believe you can do it!!! GO NESSA GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7082071865900052820?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7082071865900052820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7082071865900052820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7082071865900052820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7082071865900052820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/jam-packed-with-stuff-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1527835610131743532</id><published>2008-03-22T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:31:01.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You cant stop the beat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I cant stop dancing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I am SO SO SO SO glad to join dance. You have no idea. And this is all thanks to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODWIN TAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I cant believe I'm actually writing a thank you post on him. But still, it's him that made everything happen. I have always always had this passion for dance (I was in Chinese Dance in my primary school in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong, and now that I looked back, my competition costume then was TERRIBLE. It's TERRIBLE. I WAS A FARMER. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. The others were pumpkins. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!), but after leaving primary school for Singapore, I did not join dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I thought everyone needed ballet to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this impression has always been with me. No guts to try out for secondary school's dance, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AC's&lt;/span&gt; Dance Society was totally out of the question. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;January's audition went by, then came March's. I have THOUGHT about going, but but but, well lots of buts were going through my mind. I told myself, OK, I'll put an appointment alarm to remind myself about dance audition next week. But on that day itself, I didn't even bring my change of attire to school. After dismissal, I just sat around and played bridge with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After a while, I saw Godwin, who's in dance. Out of curiosity, I just went over and asked: "Hey Godwin, so how's dance audition like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;He told me briefly how it's going to be like, and asked if I wanted to try out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Well yea, I kinda thought about it, but I think dont want la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Then surprisingly (yea, surprisingly), he started encouraging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Why! Just try la! If you dont you'll regret. Just try!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;This went on for quite a bit, and it was a much needed boost for me. I thought, yea, if I dont try and dont find out how it's like, I'll regret it forever. So, I quickly went home to get my stuff, and went back to school for the audition. Good thing it starts late in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I thought I didn't do all that well for the audition. I went home a little demoralized and discouraged, and the next day, I left Singapore for Thailand. For days during the holiday, I didn't receive any email from Janice, who's supposed to tell me if I got into dance. Then I was like, that's it. I didn't get in. End of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But when I returned to Hong Kong from thailand and switched on my phone (thank goodness for auto-roaming), I received this message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Hi Jane, this is cheryl from Dance. You got through but you didn't sign beside your name on the list, so I was wondering if you still wanted to join dance!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I was like, OH.MY.GOD. Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg. Then, I was like, shit. How am I supposed to contact her?? It was nearly midnight and I'm on the car leaving from the airport. I was panicking, what if she thought I didn't want to join dance anymore cuz I didn't reply??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ah then a little drama here and there but that's not really important cuz I just realized this post is supposed to be solely for showing my gratitude towards Godwin. Haha :D So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;GODWIN THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU REALLY HELPED AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANT TO ME THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1527835610131743532?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1527835610131743532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1527835610131743532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1527835610131743532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1527835610131743532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-cant-stop-beat-now-i-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-453568260767687179</id><published>2008-03-21T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:30:38.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Something is wrong with my blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, whenever I ge to my blog, my posts and tagboard section will be compressed and squeezed to the left side of the screen. But after I refreshed it, it returns to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why why why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-453568260767687179?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/453568260767687179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=453568260767687179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/453568260767687179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/453568260767687179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-is-wrong-with-my-blog-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6043677531090184799</id><published>2008-03-21T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:27:55.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Singapore is unbelievably small &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Good Friday, everyone's in town. Within a time span of 4 hours I actually saw 6 people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Jia Lin, taking a bus to PS to meet Angel, Cheryl and Jess for lunch in Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I saw michelle, whom I havent seen since sec 4. But I was on the bus and couldnt say hi to her. She didn't really change haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw SUCHENG!!!!!!!! Haha I was in PS then I saw her with her bf. They look so cute together but that's mainly because she's cute. Haha I miss her tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I saw Rasmus (Or Rastus. I cant really differentiate between the two if they're not standing together). He was getting ready to participate in the rock climbing competition outisde PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cathay's Nihon Sushi (their stuff are not bad considering that it's 99cents per plate), when we were walking towards our table, I saw Cheups. I missed her so much!!! We talked for a bit, then I said bye to continue walking to my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the table RIGHT NEXT TO CHEUP'S, I met Sylvia. I was like haha what the hell!? What kind of a coincidence is this what is wrong with today?? I felt damn amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, we managed to settle down and eat. I ate until I almost puked. I mean, how can anyone resist 99cents sushi. They're mighty cheap (and not bad too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we waddled our way to the egames bar, and sat down to play bridge. Looking up, you'll see people sitting by the glass panes, and there they are, 2 random couples making out. A pair of couple were damn solid, they just kissed and kissed for goodness... 3 minutes or more? And they werent even like actively kissing. It was just one LONG LONG LONG stagnant kiss. Nobody moved and they stayed in that position for minutes. From the way we see it, it's almost like as if the guy's kissing a female dummie. Haha it was hilarious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After disbanding, Jia and I walked to the bus stop to go home, and there I saw Christopher, my Primary school uhhh... lover. I cant call him a boyfriend that's really weird since we were primary six. We liked each other but then again we were so young nothing happened. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whao, all those people I saw... that makes a person from every school I ever went to in Singapore! Primary school christopher, sceondary school Michelle, SAJC OG sucheng, SAJC Rasmus/Rastus, ACJC 1sc4 Sylvia and ACJC 1sc6 Cheups. Haha so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small country can turn out to be quite interesting afterall :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6043677531090184799?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6043677531090184799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6043677531090184799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6043677531090184799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6043677531090184799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/singapore-is-unbelievably-small-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5147242048739028392</id><published>2008-03-20T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:13:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;REFLECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh I still have a lot of things that I have to blog about, like the holidays and all that but I am very occupied and frustrated by what's on my mind now I just have to blog about this first. My blog posts were never in chronological order anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. First, I think nowadays I've gone too far with my vulgarities and my very long middle finger. Somehow it's a very periodical thing. Last year with OG7 I was vulgar like nobody's business, then when I got into AC last year I toned down very much, it felt quite good. Suddenly, now with SC8 [Sure Can Fa(8)], all my vulgarities slipped out agn. It's just a very convenient companion word for every sentence you can make, and now that I started it wouldnt stop and they're pouring like the vomit when Lala ate too much cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why say "What the fuck?" when you can say "What the hell or what??"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why laugh and point middle finger when someone is being lame, when you can laugh and smack him and say "what the hell or what??"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why say "Fuck." when a minor error occurs when you can say "Crap" or "shucks" or "shit"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah so I'll try my best to refrain from using too many "fuck"s when there's absolutely no need for "fuck"s. But I suppose I'll still use it when I'm REALLY REALLY angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends please help me with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the second, and which I think is a very important thing. I think I've gone too far in terrorising the young boys in my school. HAHA wait now with the vulgarities issue and this terrorising thing I sound like a freaking bully who goes around giving everyone a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back to the terrorising thing. For all my friends who know me well you'd know that I have this liking towards cute guys rite. Not just the looks cute type but the ah-you're-so-cute-I-wanna-pinch-your-face kind of cute too, right? Okay, so I have this kind of eye-candies all over school. Not really all over school just bout 3 of them, one of which is nathan which everyone already knows I'm crazy over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm rather open when it comes to expressing affection... Ok correction: I'm VERY open when it comes to expressing affection (towards girls especially I think my classmates can totally understand that). I'm not a desperate whore who goes around being a slut and tries to seduce guys or smth, cuz I'm not desperate in the first place. You just cant resist how cute someone is when they're totally your type, but you would very seldom dare to think about everything leading to a relationship cuz eye-candies are eye-candies. OK so that's one thing clarified but I dont even know if I'm making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, through my overly open expression of affection, I think I have scared quite a few of my eye-candies. Hold that, maybe I have scared ALL of my eye-candies. HAHA shit I sound like a loser. Well there's lester (ok he's not really my eye-candy but I just think he's really cute and amusing), who scurries away whenever I'm in view, mainly because I keep messing aroundd with him and said I'm gonna buy him over as human pet. But of course I wasnt serious, it was all in the name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there's the twins. I asked them "Hey hey tell me truthfully k, are you scared of me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I was like shit this is bad I really need to stop doing this kind of things and making boys feel traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly there's nathan, my most important eye-candy of all. I draw energy from him cuz the day always feels a bit better whenever I take a look at him. So I would be crushed if he were to hate me or anth. I might have gone too far in scaring him with all my jokes as well (which, sometimes can make me sound like a crazy sick bitch who's also a pedophile.). I would never want him to feel sexually harassed and emotionally and mentally distressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANE WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to stop all these nonsense. My own fun and laugh might be someone else's distress and trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two huge steps I'm taking tonight, changes for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it Jane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5147242048739028392?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5147242048739028392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5147242048739028392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5147242048739028392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5147242048739028392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/relfection-arghh-i-still-have-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6545659129187658762</id><published>2008-03-11T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:57:53.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Zhai Nahhhh here I comeee!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh thanks nessa and LL and colleeny darling I feel much better today. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN YOU WENT FOR HAIR EXTENSION ALR??? I WANNA SEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway haha LL, you know what my mum calls you now? KK. HAHAHAHA. It used to be AA, right, but I think KK sounds so much nicer. Let's just change your name to KK from now onwards la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh i forgot to say, but I finally saw a chio transv in thailand, just before I left for the airport. Haha she's HOT mannnn!!! My brother said this transv kept eyeing him, making eye contact and all that shit. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so vulgar yesterday i was really upset. Haha I re read that post just now and boy I sounded pissed. Well not any more!! Hopefully this 7 buffer days would allow my hair to become more natural looking, and by the time I return to singapore and see everyone I wont be looking like a pile of shit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And charis girlfriend!! Yes I dont mind you signing me up for that ndp cheer thing, but I just hope it's not too taxing and time consuming. AND YAH THE NATHAN IN YOUR CLIQUE. Haha :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6545659129187658762?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6545659129187658762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6545659129187658762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6545659129187658762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6545659129187658762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/zhai-nahhhh-here-i-comeee-ahh-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8271588582128675247</id><published>2008-03-10T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:11:50.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bad day very very bad day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, nth is going right today. even this keyboard i'm using right now is screwed up. 5 frigging letters are gone. i have to press on the sensor super hard to get the letter going and one of them is S. JUST COUNT HOW MANY S(s) i've alr typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah LL, i cant find your camera. I've asked ard but for some reason all of the stores dont sell that cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah chua, i cant find your cardigan!! only one of them ends half way down your torso, and it's FUGLY. so do you want a normal cardigan instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as i was saying tdy really sucked. in every way possible. ok retail therapy helped, but then agn i din get to do a lot of good shopping. I think i'll try my luck in china. and then agn MY LUCK IS GONE THE MOMENT I CUT MY FUCKING ASS HAIR.&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/21089617-8271588582128675247?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8271588582128675247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8271588582128675247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8271588582128675247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8271588582128675247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-day-very-very-bad-day-seriously-nth.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2771435784202895561</id><published>2008-03-10T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:19:57.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM FUCKING PISSED I AM SO PISSED AHHHH  FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HAIR MY HAIR MY HAIR IT'S FUCKING SCREWED I'M FEELING SO WORKED UP OVER THIS I AM REALLY REALLY REALLY FUCKING PISSED I THINK IT'S THE FIRST TIME I FEEL SO PISSED I EVEN WALK AND FEEL LIKE STOMPING AND I JUST FEEL SO PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, SOMEBODY COMFORT ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I sound like a fucking spoilt bimbo wth. I'm really upset. over everything. It's so screwed. I was so close to stabbing everyone in that hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so to get rid of my PFF (FUCK PFF WHY AM I BORN WITH PF FUCK) I went to rebond my hair, right? I mean, i've been doing it since goodness knows how long ago I werent expecting anth bad to happen to my hair BUT IT DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to explain how shit my hair is right now you just have to see for yourself. And to ensure your own safety, I highly encourage that you do not laugh or eee or make any noise about how shitty it looks just comfort me. I dont know what I will do I'm really unstable right now. Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2771435784202895561?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2771435784202895561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2771435784202895561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2771435784202895561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2771435784202895561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-fucking-pissed-i-am-so-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7365607948770334743</id><published>2008-03-09T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:26:24.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He's a nice guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that guy behind me decided to be nice and let me continue with this. Uhh is that we can only check a lvl results in sch or smth I cant seem to find anth on moe website, nor the school website. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whao and my brother's hard core mugging (Motto: NO PAIN NO GAIN. Haha inside joke) finally paid off. 4 A for his 4 H2 mannn!! Haha good job bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din get to do a lot of shopping in thailand myself. Actually i shdn't really be wasting time on this ahha i only got another 6 mins left. Now what do i have to say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah cheups why are u only coming on thurs I want to go shopping with you!! hrrr :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay so if you're really coming I'll tell you where to shop for rather cheap stuff la. It's this place in mongkok called "mongkok ZHONG SUM". I dunno hwo to say this but just ask ard most of the ppl shd know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regi you look cute in anth who cares haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i really cant think of anth more to say for now but i might just rmb smth important later so i'l just come back and blog later haha i cant stop typing this is really addictive what the hell am I saying and nathan is really cute my friend thinks so too! Charis I cant find any cute backpack in thailand I'll try looking for them in hk haha yayyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7365607948770334743?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7365607948770334743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7365607948770334743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7365607948770334743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7365607948770334743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/hes-nice-guy-haha-that-guy-behind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4593525887120344265</id><published>2008-03-09T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:40:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ah in hk now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means no more cheap internet servie for me to use. which means only free internet service which i can only use for 10 mins everytime and i only have bout a minute left haha wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to check my a lvl chinese results i need to call someone bout cheerleading i need to call someone bout dance i got so many things left undone in singapore I WANT TO GO BACK, NO WAIT I DONT WANT TO GO BACK I STILL GOT SHOPPING TO DO WTH 30 SECS LEFT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL i'LL HELP YOU CHECK YOUR CAMERA THING RAHHH SOMEBODY IS BEHIND ME HE'S EYEING THE COMP HE WANTS TO USE IT OK BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4593525887120344265?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4593525887120344265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4593525887120344265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4593525887120344265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4593525887120344265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-in-hk-now-which-means-no-more-cheap_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8786194921488544504</id><published>2008-03-07T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:40:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Massage was goooooood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night ended with an awesome thai traditional whole body massage. I was just totally relaxing and letting her knead me all over whoo :D She used every imaginable part of her body to massage mine. Her knuckles, feet, the bone in her arm, ah it's just so cool. But my dad says it's not a good massage. He says the one he went all these years is the ultimate bestest, but they're closed for renovation :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well there's no street stalls open cuz it's too early, went to this GINORMOUS super market beside the hotel. It's even bigger than the biggest Giant in singapore ugh ugh it's so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found tunic tees when walking down the street yest! it's not bad,cost bout 100 baht, i think. Which is bout 5 dollars sing? ah dont know. seriosuly everything is so cheap. gonna do some major shopping tonight cuz i din get to do so yest. Wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8786194921488544504?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8786194921488544504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8786194921488544504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8786194921488544504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8786194921488544504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/massage-was-goooooood.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8042128538750794142</id><published>2008-03-06T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:55:27.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOTS AND LOTS OF TRANSV!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so exciting. I'm in Thailand now. And everywhere I go I see trans. AHHHHH!!! HAHAHA BUT THEY'RE SO UGLY. Seriously I have yet to see any super hot and chio transv. WEIRDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent really started shopping though :(&lt;br /&gt;Went to pray (which is of course our main purpose of this trip to thailand), but becuase I'm having my menses, I'm not allowed to pray. Dont ask me why, I have no frigging idea. I saw all these stalls around the temple, and they have these TINY cages filled with 5-8 sparrows. It's the kind of thing whereby you buy from them, set the birds free and that's supposed to make you a really nice person or smth. But it's so cruel omg I felt so bad for the birds all cramped into that terrible small amount of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS SPICY HERE LL YOU CANNOT COME YOU'LL JUST STARVE TO DEATH OF SMTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet here is cheap! Well we almost get cheated by the hotel cuz we're stupid tourists. But then we decided to be smart and walk around to find internet cafe. 10 baht of 15 mins, 30 baht for 1 hr. That makes it about a dollar and twenty cents sing for an hour. HA CHEAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NO TIME GTG NOW BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8042128538750794142?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8042128538750794142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8042128538750794142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8042128538750794142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8042128538750794142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/lots-and-lots-of-transv-this-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6980851962643670781</id><published>2008-03-05T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:13:46.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cute moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that everyone around me is very cute. Very very cute. I suppose only I myself would know what I'm talking about in some of the cases, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa: (we walked along the aisle of Cheers, grabbing chips and junks for L change the world)... *GASP* (she stopped in her tracks) *a nasal-but-mixed-with-the-gurgling-of-a-baby voice* "It's Ben and Jerry's (voice trembles) Butter Pecan Ice creammm (purr purr)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes she purred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala: "Janeee you pung seh me tomorrow Thursday and Friday!!! Nghhhhhhh hrrrrrrrrr hrr hrrrr nghhhhhh hrr hrr hrr hrr hrr hrr hrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you not only physically resemble a baby lala, you also sound like one. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regi: (I said "Ahh Regi you're very cute you know!") "Really...? You don't bluff me k!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's bluffing you regi, you were cute enough already when you said that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oka: "I think I like her." (a few days later) "I dont like her." (next week) "I like her but I think she's a ____" (couple of days later) "I dont like her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the eff Oka you're so queer. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: (ah what the hell she have too many cute and retarded moments. what can I say, she's born a little whacked. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yin: (JUST PINCH HER FACE YOU'LL KNOW WHAT I MEAN.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: "Ey read this part of 'The Vagina's Monologue'! It's damn sad I cried eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That short story was 3 pages &lt;strike&gt;long&lt;/strike&gt; short. It's sad yes, but how can you cry. Haha aww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: NATHAN IS JUST TOO CUTE WATCH HIM POUT UGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Lin: (plays plays plays) "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (on nds) is really fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: Poke her a little too hard and she might break. Haha my poor fragile baby Val. EVERYONE PROTECT HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I conclude that I have really cute friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6980851962643670781?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6980851962643670781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6980851962643670781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6980851962643670781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6980851962643670781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/cute-moments-i-realized-that-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2534129244899078382</id><published>2008-03-05T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:00:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Leaving tmr suckerrrrrrs!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh I sound like such a bitch whoo hoo I like.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suggested by the title, I'm going overseas tmr! Got some praying to do in Thailand (which very much includes shopping and eating and massage and transexuals and all that), then it's back to homeland hongky tong. And finally homeland of father the Hai Nan Island (WHICH, for LL's info, IS part of China).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After compiling all my friends' shopping lists, I wonder, DO I EVEN HAVE TIME TO COMPLETE THEM (not to mention I also have my own shopping to do). In any case, I'll try my bestest best, but if I somehow din manage to get all that you want, please still be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decided not to befriend me anymore, that's still alright. I'll just come to your place at night while you're sleeping, stuff a char siew pao in your mouth, a red bean (or green according to your preference) in each of your nostrill so that you suffocate and never wake up.&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/21089617-2534129244899078382?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2534129244899078382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2534129244899078382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2534129244899078382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2534129244899078382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-tmr-suckerrrrrrs-heh-i-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6616183269306368297</id><published>2008-02-20T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:31.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ouch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh pain pain PAINNNNNN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe: A whole chunk of my toe was cut of by LL's metal sofa leg. Still in the process of healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thighs: Rounds and shuttle runs and standing broad jumps (it's not even NAPFA period!!) and leg raise and and and ughhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy: MASS PE IS ONE HELL OF A SUCKER. Almost puked last night's dinner out. The next time I'll make it a point to puke on roberta's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back: It's not cool to have to sit up straight for hours to support a Harp on your shoulder. This is mega ouch! Oldddddd I'm getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt: The curvy out edge of the grey school chair is where we have to sit on when playing Harp. Oh you don't understand the pain and probably won't symphatize my poor backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers: Plucking the strings can give you this rope burn feeling. But mine's nowhere as bad as Ah chua's. Her finger's gonna have a blister popping out in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head: Not enough sleep these few days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neck: Slept funny on the bus due to not enough sleep at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay pictures time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we59l9FRI/AAAAAAAAA_g/MaZv8_Y45D8/s1600-h/DSC_0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169040453449618706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we59l9FRI/AAAAAAAAA_g/MaZv8_Y45D8/s320/DSC_0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nessa and I hoho my dad said she's pretty! YES YOU NESSA YOU ARE YOU HAPPY!! Haha and he likes the fact that you're hainanese too wheee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we6dl9FSI/AAAAAAAAA_o/EtoiViwZL4c/s1600-h/jane+random+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169040462039553314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we6dl9FSI/AAAAAAAAA_o/EtoiViwZL4c/s320/jane+random+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Classmates in polaroid! The quality sucked really. But aww oh well it's a nice picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we69l9FTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/3AEPEdyjF6k/s1600-h/jane+random+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169040470629487922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we69l9FTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/3AEPEdyjF6k/s320/jane+random+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha this one is very very very nice. The whole feeling thing is ooooh :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we7Nl9FUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/qRTWxDs5lGc/s1600-h/jane+random+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169040474924455234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we7Nl9FUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/qRTWxDs5lGc/s320/jane+random+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovelies! Came to my house for LL's photoshoot projcet thing. Was fun but I had to dro... oh nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we7tl9FVI/AAAAAAAABAA/lBudFeFtvrw/s1600-h/jane+random+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169040483514389842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we7tl9FVI/AAAAAAAABAA/lBudFeFtvrw/s320/jane+random+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6616183269306368297?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6616183269306368297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6616183269306368297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6616183269306368297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6616183269306368297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/02/ouch-ahh-pain-pain-painnnnnn-toe-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7we59l9FRI/AAAAAAAAA_g/MaZv8_Y45D8/s72-c/DSC_0408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2409771861544489574</id><published>2008-02-19T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:53:20.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Baking at Khairul's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th Feb 08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul's mum is damn funny. The moment we entered the house, her first sentence was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So which one's my daughter-in-law?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Haha then we pushed Lala forward (who unfortunately was unaware of what's happening) and she said: "Oh hello auntie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh this one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha awww :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul's mum is really young and hip whoo hoo. She baked these amazing cookies that tasted very much like famous amos cookies. And she just refuses to tell us what's in that secret recipe. Haha! We played bridge, ate mash potato, french fries, chicken nuggests, omg like lots and lots and lots of fatty food. Not very advisable for the health and weight conscious bunch. But they are sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our original mission, we started packing and sealing (the sealing machine is damn fun I want one too) and tying the cookies. 5 cookies for $2. It's a rip off I tell you. But it's for fund-raising, which, justifies all prices of goods. Everyone who ate the cookies said it's damn good though yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold them at churches on sunday, then in school on monday. Made ourself rich rich people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/janerandom064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_janerandom064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/janerandom063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_janerandom063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/janerandom061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_janerandom061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/janerandom060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_janerandom060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2409771861544489574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2409771861544489574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2409771861544489574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/02/baking-at-khairuls-15th-feb-08-khairuls.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6763887931008724629</id><published>2008-02-18T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:18:35.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The rest of CNY pics!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/1sc6050e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_1sc6050e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/1sc6048e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_1sc6048e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/1sc6047e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_1sc6047e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/1sc6043e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_1sc6043e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/1sc6042e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_1sc6042e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/1sc6041e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_1sc6041e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/1sc6034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/picazoobeanie/th_1sc6034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6763887931008724629?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6763887931008724629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6763887931008724629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6763887931008724629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6763887931008724629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/02/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4180442345290292703</id><published>2008-02-18T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:09:05.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Separation makes me cry like shit - Cheu Ping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day till the end of PAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something about PAE that makes everyone be able to bond so quickly. NO WORK ALL PLAY. Considering that I've already experienced it once, I'd say days are not gonna be so happy anymore. But I'm prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "JC is like this one big shithole that everyone falls in (thinking it's heaven of some sort)."&lt;br /&gt;Abel: "And which you can never climb out of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bring it on man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is, it's gonna be another round of goodbyes and separation. A few classmates hope to leave for better schools like NJ and HC (which I very much support, as long as it's the school YOU want to go, not one your parents want you to go). Some others are worried about not being able to come back here. Whatever it is, I hope all of you will go to the new school with an open heart. Don't try to hang on to the past so tightly, that you have no more room to like your new classmates and school. I did that and I suppose I tasted shit afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather then mourning in self pity and drowning yourself in tears, you may want to try to find your place of belonging in the new class instead. Friends really help, and it's  best when they are around you more than half of the school curriculum time (i.e your classmates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I depended a lot on my SA og mates to make me feel better when I went to AC. I spent almost zero time hanging out and getting to know my new classmates last year, and it just didn't help a single bit for my year later on, when your old friends start to have lesser time for you. I guess you just have to let go and make the best out of what you have around you. Everybody has been trying to tell me that since the beginning of JAE last year, but I realized just a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I've brought my point across, for those who, fortunately or unfortunately, have to leave AC for another school, or redistributed to new classes. You are all my dearies, and I just wish all of you will be very very very happy in future. Please please know that, even though I may not always have the time to accompany you all, you should never have any restraints in coming to me to ask for a listening ear. I've been through a lot of these last year, and I knew I really needed a listening or even just a pat on the back, so I'm willing to give these to you all whenever you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you 1sc6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4180442345290292703?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4180442345290292703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4180442345290292703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4180442345290292703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4180442345290292703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/02/separation-makes-me-cry-like-shit-cheu.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4654552291185487245</id><published>2008-02-12T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:33.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Classmates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should post about Chinese New year first, right. But there's so much to say I'm lazy ughhh. Anyway pictures of classmates taken on 6th Feb 08. Rip for all you want! Ponners' faces are not insideeeee. Tsk tsk. Haha and um for some reason I cant post some of the pictures. Blogger's always like that. In my whole archive of posts you'll find at least 20 of them swearing at Blogger. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GfV9l9FQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0AfkpUX758Y/s1600-h/1sc6+046e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166085447230493954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GfV9l9FQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0AfkpUX758Y/s320/1sc6+046e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so awesome. I just have to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7Gc0tl9FPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/s9Q1q3wmgNA/s1600-h/1sc6+040e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166082676976588018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7Gc0tl9FPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/s9Q1q3wmgNA/s320/1sc6+040e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wee I'm a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GYr9l9FOI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Xkd57BAnDuY/s1600-h/1sc6+038e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166078128606221538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GYr9l9FOI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Xkd57BAnDuY/s320/1sc6+038e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's staring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GYgtl9FNI/AAAAAAAAA_A/huJkgOCXYVA/s1600-h/1sc6+037e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166077935332693202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GYgtl9FNI/AAAAAAAAA_A/huJkgOCXYVA/s320/1sc6+037e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's STILL staring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay now I know how paparazzi can take some completely harmless pictures and turn them into scandals of the century. Aww Mel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GUatl9FKI/AAAAAAAAA-o/yHeWMyrQV7A/s1600-h/1sc6+036e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166073434206966946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GUatl9FKI/AAAAAAAAA-o/yHeWMyrQV7A/s320/1sc6+036e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aiyo QQ~~, act cooooool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7D9l9FFI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lIdhnIAN7p0/s1600-h/1sc6+028e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166045555574248530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7D9l9FFI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lIdhnIAN7p0/s320/1sc6+028e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7ENl9FGI/AAAAAAAAA-I/cqv-vMuLOKw/s1600-h/1sc6+029e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166045559869215842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7ENl9FGI/AAAAAAAAA-I/cqv-vMuLOKw/s320/1sc6+029e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stalker pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7ENl9FHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/htNxEhW14_w/s1600-h/1sc6+031e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166045559869215858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7ENl9FHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/htNxEhW14_w/s320/1sc6+031e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Regi sweetie &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7Etl9FII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/YGMhqsV2inE/s1600-h/1sc6+033e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166045568459150466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7Etl9FII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/YGMhqsV2inE/s320/1sc6+033e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7E9l9FJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/xUA4DFL3tPk/s1600-h/1sc6+035e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166045572754117778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F7E9l9FJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/xUA4DFL3tPk/s320/1sc6+035e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok enough of QQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F6YNl9FDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/escSXjNj-34/s1600-h/1sc6+051e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166044803954971698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F6YNl9FDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/escSXjNj-34/s320/1sc6+051e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is nurse joy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F6Ydl9FEI/AAAAAAAAA94/HF3XxF_QGr4/s1600-h/1sc6+053e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166044808249939010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7F6Ydl9FEI/AAAAAAAAA94/HF3XxF_QGr4/s320/1sc6+053e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is also... uhh wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like omg right haha Cheu Ping and Jia Yin's side views look so alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoo love my classmates :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4654552291185487245?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4654552291185487245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4654552291185487245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4654552291185487245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4654552291185487245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/02/classmates-i-should-post-about-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R7GfV9l9FQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0AfkpUX758Y/s72-c/1sc6+046e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-539982114025151728</id><published>2008-02-07T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:02:01.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for BBQ to startttttt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh Chinese New Year. I'd like to be high and all for cny, but tt's never quite that happening for me. Holiday yes, I mean holiday's always good. But stuck at home with nothing to do!? No relatives here in Singapore, all in HK and China. By the way I'm like a 100% Cheena woman. Dad from Hai Nan, Mum from Hang Zhou. They met, fell in love, get married, go to HK, and gave birth to my bro and I woo hoo! So there you are, mixed China blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days' way too short for me to go back to HK and collect Ang paos :( Ahh and I know I'll have A LOT to receive, with all the uncles and aunties working in my dad's restaurants. Haha omg I sound so money-minded :D It's not really about the money I guess. I'm not exactly short of money or anth, I dont even touch much of my savings. But it's the excitement you get when you're holding this WHOLE stack of ang paos and it's damn shiok to open and open and open and just keep opening ang paos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, BBQ at my place later. Dad's inviting the whole lot of workers in my dad's restaurant, and I know there's gonna be lots of beer and cards and tissue paper game and all that. I dont drink beer though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whao got lots of pictures which I have yet to post. Blogger's a real sucker at uploading pics. Hate it. Since I have all the time in the world, shall be patient and try to upload them now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-539982114025151728?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/539982114025151728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=539982114025151728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/539982114025151728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/539982114025151728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting-for-bbq-to-startttttt-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2665811942931464840</id><published>2008-02-01T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:07:22.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2665811942931464840?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2665811942931464840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2665811942931464840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2665811942931464840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2665811942931464840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-to-go-to-school-haha-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8122323091429806010</id><published>2008-02-01T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:36.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HIONG GONGGGGG :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I should blog about this right. Continue from where I left off in Nov 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent about 10 days in Hong Kong last Dec holiday. I would have stayed there longer if it wasn't for my brother. The SIA hand-in-hand air tix are cheaper, but as the name suggests, at least 2 people have to travel together to enjoy this offer. As for the reason why my brother is in such a hurry, he specially went back to HK JUST to tailor make his prom night suit, and therefore have to fly back in time for his prom. Tsk tsk. We went through all the trouble to go over to China mainland to get his suit tailored, and it turned out... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As compared to the HK trip with LL and ah chua last june holiday, this one was really ummm... Well, for one thing, I am pretty much left on my own the whole time there. My friends in HK were having school, and nobody from Singapore could come with me. My mum was busy playing majong, and was apparently too tired to shop with me. It's not so fun to shop with my brother (I shan't go into details it's too taxing), so in the end, my brother and I were each given some money and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was really uneasy about the whole shopping-alone-and-being-by-myself thing. I'm super afriad of being lonely. It's not that I cant walk home alone or stuff like that, it's more like being very self-conscious about spending time alone in public. Waiting for friends alone is fine, that is if I know I'm waiting for friends. I can sit in a restaurant alone, not order anything and just wait, but I cant sit in a restaurant and start eating by myself. Ughh, it's a complicated issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I have no other choice but to go out on my own for those few days in HK. I mean, I cant let the whole trip go to waste just because I feel uncomfortable shopping alone, right? I need to stock up my wadrobe, and shopping in HK is gooood. So, went to the busy Mongkok cramped with people and shops and just about everything. After a while, when I started to get more immersed in shopping, it's not too bad to shop alone aftter all. I had all the time in the world to pick out clothes, no more waiting for friends to try on their clothes, no more hurrying and rushing due to complaints from impatient friends. What's not too cool still, is that nobody's around to give me comments or advices about my buys and buys-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was some accomplishment. Learnt to feel good about shopping alone. But I still cant get over that barrier of eating alone. I just cant. For the days I have to go out on my own, I have breakfast at home, then shop shop shop all the way until dinner time when I'll go to my dad's restaurant or home for it. When hunger really kicked me in the stomach, I'll buy some food to munch on the go, but still refuse to sit down and have a good meal. I just cant luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRREh6JrI/AAAAAAAAA8g/h1wcw4d6XKo/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161918214123955890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRREh6JrI/AAAAAAAAA8g/h1wcw4d6XKo/s320/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha look at that Jap kid. He just crawled onto the luggage and got dragged along by his dad. Super cute :D Anyway, had generally quite a good time in HK. Bought lots of clothes, accessories and stuff. A lot of them are for my friends though, esp for one of them (You know who you are AA. Haha.). I'm not sure if I'll go back to HK during winter anymore. True, I REALLY like winter. Why? Cuz I don't sweat. Hey waittt, now I remember, I DID sweat in HK. During winter. OMG. Ok so the whole point is that I sweat... less. Hmm other than that... Although I did manage to buy quite a lot of clothes, the range of variety is so much more narrow. Summer clothes during winter can be really cheap, but that is if you know where to find. To this, I think I'd rather have slightly more expensive, but much much more choices of summer clothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRRkh6JsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/oWTkR4F3wGo/s1600-h/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161918222713890498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRRkh6JsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/oWTkR4F3wGo/s320/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another interesting thing I tried over there. My old friend of an optician gave me a couple of pairs of acuvue define to try on. So awesome. My pupils looked SO huge :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRSEh6JtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/CDb5e0EgMew/s1600-h/DSC01649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161918231303825106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRSEh6JtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/CDb5e0EgMew/s320/DSC01649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I still cant get rid of that dead fish look of mine. Why :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRSUh6JuI/AAAAAAAAA84/Famgld0ybRg/s1600-h/DSC01666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161918235598792418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRSUh6JuI/AAAAAAAAA84/Famgld0ybRg/s320/DSC01666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I had french manicure whoo hoo haha so bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQUUh6JmI/AAAAAAAAA74/ciOzj5GEmZA/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161917170446902882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQUUh6JmI/AAAAAAAAA74/ciOzj5GEmZA/s320/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ARE YOU A SOFT TOY!?!? Shop keeper took him out and let me play with him. ANd I immediately fell in love. DOGGIE DOGGIE DOGGIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQU0h6JnI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Lk1nNXuvfE4/s1600-h/DSC01667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161917179036837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQU0h6JnI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Lk1nNXuvfE4/s320/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a stupid key board. I dont have a computer at home in HK, so I had to resort to public ones to contact my friends, AND GET ALL THE SHOPPING LISTS from them. This keyboard gave me a VERY hard time. The buttons are like ATM machines buttons. Not the flat kind but the pop up super hard to press kind. It's really irritating to have to type letter by letter with my index fingers cuz the comp cant register if I type too fast anyway. And it didn't help that there's a timer and we can only use to a max of 10 mins each time. Boo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQVkh6JoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/kFNNFC5HO_o/s1600-h/DSC01672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161917191921739394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQVkh6JoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/kFNNFC5HO_o/s320/DSC01672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah yes, the place that's only good for me during winter, when all the summer stocks are dumped here and selling at hahahaha omg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQWEh6JpI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/FyhOLK9ZHAE/s1600-h/DSC01671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161917200511674002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQWEh6JpI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/FyhOLK9ZHAE/s320/DSC01671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People people people and more people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQXEh6JqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/svTeK1gpDVQ/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161917217691543202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LQXEh6JqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/svTeK1gpDVQ/s320/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8122323091429806010?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8122323091429806010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8122323091429806010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8122323091429806010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8122323091429806010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/02/hiong-gonggggg-d-i-mean-i-should-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6LRREh6JrI/AAAAAAAAA8g/h1wcw4d6XKo/s72-c/DSC01681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2605776513963969213</id><published>2008-01-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:36.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IRRITATING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER AGN! Why do I always have to complain about blogger. But I just have to! Check out the archives, I don't have a single post for Dec 07, and you bet I have a lot to say down here. Pictures will help a lot, yes they will. BUT WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH BLOGGER!? Won't let me post more than 3 of these down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy. Really really happy. At the same time, I am really sad for this dearie out there. Person R is pissing me off big time. I love my class. Oof! Emotions overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I made that choice to retain. I was afraid it'll turn out all wrong and I'd regret retaining and all that shit, but no, it's all good :) A new chapter has opened and I'm sure it'll be filled with lots of colours and flowers, hearts, stars, diddley doodley and a lot of "A"s on my report card. SC6 I LOVE ALL OF YOU K &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC4, I haven't forget you guys. I mean how could I, it's only been a week. Although our class aren't very close as a whole, and we haven't really had any especially happy times (with no thanks AT ALL to PKB), we've been through a year together and that is a lot, already. I received this card from Helsa, which is so very sweet. I almost cried reading it while sitting with my new class. The words of encouragment meant a whole lot to me, for they are something I deeply need of in times like this. For all my classmates have gave to me in 2007, I thank you, SC4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6B8_kh6JjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/uyJgMLX8_F4/s1600-h/jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262604546090546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6B8_kh6JjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/uyJgMLX8_F4/s320/jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With much credits to LL. Thanks darling I really like this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6B8_0h6JkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/fcwjTidtzio/s1600-h/47b7cc39b3127cceb2723abcce6d00000026100AbsWjJm5ct2PA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262608841057858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6B8_0h6JkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/fcwjTidtzio/s320/47b7cc39b3127cceb2723abcce6d00000026100AbsWjJm5ct2PA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6B9AEh6JlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ERwqjrat0g4/s1600-h/47b7cc39b3127cceb2723b5b0f2200000026100AbsWjJm5ct2PA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262613136025170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6B9AEh6JlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ERwqjrat0g4/s320/47b7cc39b3127cceb2723b5b0f2200000026100AbsWjJm5ct2PA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can overlap these 2 pictures to find I am in exactly the same position.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd like to go on with my post, but with a high blood loss rate, cough, sorethroat, nausea and cramps, I think I should go to bed. I'm sure you, VANNESSA, would understand, since you complained that my previous post cant be called a post as it's too pathetically short. Haha :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2605776513963969213?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2605776513963969213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2605776513963969213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2605776513963969213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2605776513963969213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/01/irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R6B8_kh6JjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/uyJgMLX8_F4/s72-c/jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5283650689825338068</id><published>2008-01-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:08:02.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A fresh start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who think I'm dead, fret not, for I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I just reborn. I don't know whether last year was terrific or terrible, but we all know 365 days cannot be summarized into a single word. I've had my fun, but this fun has cost me too much. For those who know, this is probably the biggest downfall of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm picking myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many shouts, tears, silence and disappointment. But in the end, I got what I wanted. Your words are not going to make any difference, so please, just shut up and stop hurting me with all your ridiculous comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends out there, I believe that this is what's best for me. I hope all of you will support me all the way with smiles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encouragements. There may be times when I'll feel down and discouraged, and I'd very much appreciate a listening ear, or maybe just a pat on the back. I know this year ahead for you all will not be any simpler, but do bear in mind that I'll always be here, receiving any form of complaints and ranting, just so you all will feel better and carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Let's hold hands and walk till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5283650689825338068?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5283650689825338068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5283650689825338068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5283650689825338068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5283650689825338068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2008/01/fresh-start-to-those-who-think-im-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1872664554471664036</id><published>2007-11-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Taken or GAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the above sentence refers to all the good men on earth. Oh but it has nothing to do with the Jap guys below. I don't even know if they're attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WZO5jn0NI/AAAAAAAAA7I/0PEtbgC-J-c/s1600-h/071120_2037~01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135679431333368018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WZO5jn0NI/AAAAAAAAA7I/0PEtbgC-J-c/s320/071120_2037~01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Received this picture from Shinya. I really miss them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WZPZjn0OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/DnbJNHz5BNs/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135679439923302626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WZPZjn0OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/DnbJNHz5BNs/s320/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forgot to post this the other time. This is Daiki, amazingly good in his English. Well that can be explained by the THREE ENGLISH SUBJECTS he takes in school. I dont even know how English can be separated into 3 different subjects :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WZPpjn0PI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ygBHAaQCsC0/s1600-h/DSC01588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135679444218269938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WZPpjn0PI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ygBHAaQCsC0/s320/DSC01588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Takuya. HE HAVE NO EYEBROWS, haha but it's OK he's really cute he have a english name called Bob :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYBJjn0II/AAAAAAAAA6g/R_bf0cPG1bo/s1600-h/CIMG5207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135678095598538882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYBJjn0II/AAAAAAAAA6g/R_bf0cPG1bo/s320/CIMG5207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK I'm finally going back to HONG KONG :D Flight's tomorrow afternoon. Got LOTS of shopping lists (friends') at hand. Don't even know if I can complete them all. Haha and you all out there, I'm not super rich (pocket money wise if you know what I mean) so PLEASE PAY ME BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha actually I'm very very afraid of shopping for friends. A lot of them will tell me, hmm buy whatever you think is nice cuz I trust your taste. It's a typical answer and I dont blame anyone for saying that cuz I do that sometimes too. But instead of making things easier, it's much much more difficult to buy things this way. What if she doesn't like it? What if only I think it's nice but nobody else does?? Then, this fear takes over and I wouldn't dare to buy anything. Money is involved in this so if my friend doesn't like it I really don't know what to do with it. I'll definitely not ask her to pay for it since it's not what she wants anyway, but most of the time I cant have it for myself DUE TO MY ABNORMAL HEIGHT AND SIZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: be as specific as possible. To make things even easier find pictures that looks similar to the type of things you want, just for reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh but what's the use of saying this now I'm already leaving in less than 14 hours. Haha :) IT'S ALRIGHT DARLINGS I'LL TRY MY BEST TO GET YOU PEOPLE NICE NICE STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYCpjn0JI/AAAAAAAAA6o/BBpbSj_jSTk/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135678121368342674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYCpjn0JI/AAAAAAAAA6o/BBpbSj_jSTk/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks molester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYC5jn0KI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IkeEljKsAes/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135678125663309986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYC5jn0KI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IkeEljKsAes/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha found this picture, don't know if I've posted it up before. It was some soccer match finals Singapore against dunno who (sorry not a big fan of soccer, not sure what's going on half the time). All I could remember was this Lion mascot behind me blocking other people's view. And alot of shouting about "referee kayu! referee kayu! referee kayu!". Haha :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYDJjn0LI/AAAAAAAAA64/CQNSS9SPjbw/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135678129958277298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYDJjn0LI/AAAAAAAAA64/CQNSS9SPjbw/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love this thing. Those who've been to my place before would know this huge heart stuck above my bed. Love :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYF5jn0MI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sNmlcwcFyF0/s1600-h/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135678177202917570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WYF5jn0MI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sNmlcwcFyF0/s320/DSC01612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HUSBAND!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye chums!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1872664554471664036?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1872664554471664036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1872664554471664036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1872664554471664036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1872664554471664036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/taken-or-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0WZO5jn0NI/AAAAAAAAA7I/0PEtbgC-J-c/s72-c/071120_2037~01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7842519473550897286</id><published>2007-11-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:39.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing that walks on four and lives with me. Ahh, how many years since I've had him? I was Primary 5 then, so that's nearing 6 years. Whoo hoo 6 years of husband and wife relationship (damn I'm deprived) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to the pet shop with my Mum and Dad, and the shop keeper showed us 2 german shepherd pups. They were penned up, but once we approached them, one gleefully pranced foward, and tried all its might to jump out of the pen to reach us. His brother, just sat at its original position, classy and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "wah wah, the 2 brothers very different eh."&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "I think the quiet one is better la, the other one looks like it'll chew on all the furnitures."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No no no no! This one this one (points to noisy son of a bitch)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how you got a good home rocky baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky was placed in a cardboard box with ventilation holes, and was placed at the back of our 7 seater car (not in the boot dude we're not crazy). Throughout the whole journey he scratched and whimpered, man he was barking mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes of noise, it finally stopped. I turned back to check on him and whoo, he bit a huge hole on the cardboard box and promptly crawled out. Dont ask me how he does it. Most of the time I think he's just a stupid dog but maybe he is quite smart afterall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we (me, mostly) name him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a few months back our whole family watched this HK drama, with a german shepherd named rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years... SHUO CHANG BU CHANG, SHUO DUAN BU DUAN (say long not long, say short not short). In the dog years, he's a 40 plus years old uncle already. But I believe he's gonna stick around quite a few years more so I'm gonna give you lots of love baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my crazy brother woke me up at 7.30, to bring stupid dog to a field behind MGS. According to him, tuesday mornings have the least people around so it's the best day to bring him out and let him run "freely" (we're not very confident that he doesn't bite you see...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey ho you all, my dog is friendly as long as you approach him immediately and touch him. It's tested and proven by the few friends who came over to my house and was forced to play with rocky (sorry darling guinea pigs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached KAP macs, I told my brother, umm, isn't there going to be people at the bus stop since it's like peak hour now. After a few moments of "wa lao"s, we scissors paper stoned to see who have to walk back to take rocky's muzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were passing the bus stop, 2 big buff guys were walking towards us to the bus stop. Being 2 big buff guys, they sure looked chicken when they saw rocky. I dont know, they just kept staring and staring at rocky, and you can very obviously tell they deter and tried to stay as far away as possible when they pass us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is rocky really that itimidating? But he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much stopping and hiding to keep rocky from scaring strangers, we finally reached that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rocky is tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit you stupid dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought him there to let him run around and play and everything but all he did was LIE DOWN PANTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded to the tennis ball and frisbee with little interest. I wanted to kick him ok. So I ended up taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K7apjn0FI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cB4T_XyUc84/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134872591662043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K7apjn0FI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cB4T_XyUc84/s320/Rocky+trip+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello my loveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K7bJjn0GI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2-KHIl7T7k0/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134872600251977826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K7bJjn0GI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/2-KHIl7T7k0/s320/Rocky+trip+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's really fun to mutilate his face :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K7bZjn0HI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/tV-9gp08Q2Y/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134872604546945138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K7bZjn0HI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/tV-9gp08Q2Y/s320/Rocky+trip+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5UZjn0AI/AAAAAAAAA5g/jVKxWrTsoek/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134870285264605186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5UZjn0AI/AAAAAAAAA5g/jVKxWrTsoek/s320/Rocky+trip+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooh you saw something, handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5U5jn0BI/AAAAAAAAA5o/OHBm6FxzWc4/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134870293854539794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5U5jn0BI/AAAAAAAAA5o/OHBm6FxzWc4/s320/Rocky+trip+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That place is GINORMOUS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5VZjn0CI/AAAAAAAAA5w/MiopCmaLwUQ/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134870302444474402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5VZjn0CI/AAAAAAAAA5w/MiopCmaLwUQ/s320/Rocky+trip+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ignore ugly human. Dog is the focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5Wpjn0DI/AAAAAAAAA54/OnhrEUaNPMU/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134870323919310898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5Wpjn0DI/AAAAAAAAA54/OnhrEUaNPMU/s320/Rocky+trip+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stupid brother cant you just take a nicer picture of me like I took yours. Idiot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5XJjn0EI/AAAAAAAAA6A/9Wab8wQLFdo/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134870332509245506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K5XJjn0EI/AAAAAAAAA6A/9Wab8wQLFdo/s320/Rocky+trip+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K0Epjnz9I/AAAAAAAAA5I/mXQrgNbVto8/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134864517123526610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K0Epjnz9I/AAAAAAAAA5I/mXQrgNbVto8/s320/Rocky+trip+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha I dont know, rocky looks retarded here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K0FJjnz-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/59u8zgNqZO4/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134864525713461218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K0FJjnz-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/59u8zgNqZO4/s320/Rocky+trip+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feel the breeze :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K0GJjnz_I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Ec8ELvFQPnY/s1600-h/Rocky+trip+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134864542893330418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K0GJjnz_I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Ec8ELvFQPnY/s320/Rocky+trip+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7842519473550897286?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7842519473550897286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7842519473550897286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7842519473550897286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7842519473550897286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/rocky-that-thing-that-walks-on-four-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/R0K7apjn0FI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cB4T_XyUc84/s72-c/Rocky+trip+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4417205531656702315</id><published>2007-11-16T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:40.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was nothing short of a miracle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th, 14th and 15th of Nov, 3 days of being a Japanese tour guide. They were experiences like never before. It is with technology that almost nothing seem impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 was with &lt;strong&gt;Miki, Kaori, Tomoko, and Riho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That proved to be the toughest day of all, with me still not used to their language, and them with really really limited English. I learnt a lot of lessons on that day alone, like it is very much advisable to ask them where THEY wanna go first, instead of going ahead with our own plan then realize they just want to go shopping. Also, what we think is cheap, may not be cheap for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first day, I know I have a lot of brushing up to do. I created a list of commonly used words and phrases in jap, and also watched a local tv show on touring in Little India, all for the sake of being a better tour guide for the japanese the next working day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, I had &lt;strong&gt;Mitsuki, Minami, Haruna, Megumi, &lt;/strong&gt;and 2 more girls whose name I could barely remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minami is actually one of Nessa's girls, but she followed Deborah and I to Vivo City while the rest of her group went to Orchard. She left me with a very deep impression cuz she was extremely extremely adorable and sweet. Day 2 was considerably much less tiring, cuz most of the time was spent in Vivocity, which simply equals AIR-CON. Before that we were in Little India, but we never stayed long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very very scary lesson was learnt on that day. Deborah's, Nessa's and my group travelled together, totalling up to 18 girls. When we were boarding the train, 10 of them managed to squeeze in, BUT SUDDENLY THE DOOR JUST CLOSED ON US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 JAP GIRLS ON THE TRAIN WITH ALMOST NO ENGLISH SPEAKING ABILITY, AND 3 (ALL) OF THEIR TOUR GUIDES NOT ON THE TRAIN. We freaked out like mad. We banged furiously on the door, and I even jumped up and down screaming at the camera hoping that son of a bitch station master would notice something and reopen the door. BUT NO, the train just zoomed and whoopee we lost them. Nessa looked as if she's going to faint, and I tried convincing myself and the others that with common sense, the girls should alight at the next stop since they have no idea where they're supposed to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, one of the girls called another tour guide, and they told him they'll drop at City hall. WHAT A EFFING RELIEF. Seeing them safe and sound I was filled with utmost joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: let one guide get on the train before any jappie does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with a very disturbing twist. I was about to send the girls back to the hotel, when they exclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no! We, want to go, HOUSE OF CONDOM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, MY, GOD. OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me due to excessive usage but NO, they repeated "HOUSE OF CONDOM". Jesus, I tried to escape from this situation by saying and saying that we have no time we have to go back, but they on the other hand, insist that it's okay "daijobu daijobu". I grimaced at Debbie, had no other choice, and told them to hurry up I'll give them 10 minutes. You should see those excitement on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to HOC, most of them went in while deb and I waited outside. After idling outside for about a minute, I realize the uncles on the porch above were staring and staring at us. Then I thought "CRAP WHAT KIND OF A MESSAGE ARE WE SENDING TO THE PUBLIC, STANDING OUTSIDE HOC LIKE THIS!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it was disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came out, all with a small bag of condoms, one of the girls even offered us a condom. I asked them why they want to go there, and they typed in the translator "interest". They even mentioned that "Japan condom, size small."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and I really needed to know that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, the day which I had the most fun, and is also the most memorable day of all. My group has 7 boys, namely &lt;strong&gt;Daiki, Naoki, Shinya, Takashi, Bob, Toshiki (Hard Gay), and Hayato (Hentai).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are cute and we share similar likings like SHOPPING, singers, manga and other stuff, but boys are starkly different. Firstly, they are NOISY, really really noisy. Not the squeal squeal "oooh" like us girls do, but the "JANE WA HENTAI DES" kind of noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I was called out to their group, they gave me a paper with their supposed schedule and promptly turned away. I though they were the rebellious kind of boys who don't give a damn about anyone (with reference to 2 of abel's boys haha), but it turned out that we were actually SUPPOSED to walk back and wait at the table while the human jam of the previous groups downstairs clears. I was SO relieved when they offered me a seat at the table and started talking to me. Their english is surprisingly good. Especially Daiki, who got a max of 5 in his english grade, while Shinya got a 1. HAHA :D They're from Osaka, so maybe that explains the difference, cuz the others came from small towns around Osaka, where english is less of an emphasis to the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started of with the normal introduction, jokingly telling them my name's Hard Gay in desperation to break the ice. It seemed to work pretty well, with much help from Nessa when she came along, laughed like mad at the hard gay part and promptly did the hard gay hips thrusting move. They took the joke really well, and during names introduction, 2 of my boys decided to call themselves Hard Gay and Hentai. Very easy to remember :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First destination was to Chinatown. When I first heard that they want to go there, I freaked out. Number 1, I have no idea how to get to that place, number 2, I have no idea where to bring them to within Chinatown (I'm Little India specialist). Thank God for Christine. Her group wants to go there too, so we made our way there together by bus. My boys have very fat wallets (I peeked and saw a wad of 50 dollar notes), but sadly no coins. So 2 dollars were used and I told them to return 1 dollar to whoever applicable. Sadly, without me noticing, poor Bob put in 5 bucks and walked to the rear of the bus. It was only after 5 minutes that he told me he didn't get any change, and then I told him you DON'T get any change. I felt rather guilty for not looking after his money properly but it was nonetheless very funny when he knew he just lost 4 bucks for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown, is HOT. The heat was blaring at max and 30 seconds after getting off the bus I was soaking wet with sweat. Total unglamness I tell you. At 9 in the morning, nothing was opened. People's park was closed, and the hawker centre wasn't any better. Just as I though the tour is gonna screw up, lovely Christine suggest bringing them to the opposite side where a whole street of souvenirs are sold (which I have no idea existed until yesterday). We spend about an hour there, walking around but everything was almost the same. I finally convinced them that there really is nothing is Chinatown, and that we should leave and go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took a train down to Vivo. There again I saw that difference between girls and guys. The other time, when the girls saw candy empire, they screamed and ran towards it. This time, the guys didn't even notice candy empire until I pointed it out to them. The girls spent almost half an hour in that shop, buying lots and lots of sweet and biscuits. The guys, it didn't even last more than 15 minutes. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were much more "on" than the girls too! I brought them up to the pool thing on the top level, and when I removed my shoes and socks and went in, all of them followed suit. We took some pictures and Shinya tried splashing water all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was... hmm, very not singapore style. On day 2, I brought the girls to the food court and all of them bought JAP FOOD. Like what?? For one thing, the Jap food in Singapore is confirm plus chop not as good as that in Japan, and number 2 you come to singapore to eat your own country's food? It's like us going to India and eat Chinese food. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I let them choose what they want to eat, I told them "strictly no Jap food". Then, with a recommendation from one of their other friends who also happened to eat there, all of them ordered chicken chop spag from the western stall, plus a plate of fries and chicken nugget. Okay I really dont know what to comment on that. Haha. Then, the moment I was waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itadakimasu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH EXCITING EXCITING. It's so cute to see them clapping their hands together and saying it in unison, just like on TV. Somehow it just gave me much satisfaction haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered laksa and a cup of cold teh si for them to try, but it was way too sweet for their taste. They reacted the same way towards ice kachang. They even spat out the sweet corn, red bean, jelly AND AGACHI, well that makes almost everything. They didn't like the bak gua back in chinatown either. I dont blame them, since we're used to eating different stuff. But they responded very well to the "white rabbit milk candy", going "oiishi" (which proved to be very pleasant to my ears) and bought more to bring back to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them finished their food in like 15 minutes, and I wasn't even halfway through, mainly due to trying to check words up on the translator to talk to them, and getting up to buy food for them to try. While still eating happily, I suddenly realized that they're all staring at me eat. Tio malu. Upon realizing that, I couldn't eat anymore, I wasn't even all that hungry already. I told them I'm done and let's go, but they refused and told me to continue eating. BUT HOW COULD I WITH 14 EYES STARING AT MY EVERY MOVE. Toshiki even tried feeding me omg how did that happen. In desperation, I told them to leave their things behind, and go to the toilet, go shop for 10 minutes or whatever. I had to plead them again and again, till finally they got up and walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could eat in peace already, but as I was about to put a spoonful of laska into my mouth, I turned and saw all of their heads sticking out from a corner, still grinning and staring at me. Obviously they thought it is very fun to disturb me. I was exasperated. After shooing them away, I started eating very very quickly. I still couldnt finish the laska so I called the auntie to help me take the tray away. Wiping my mouth, I looked straight ahead and saw hayato staring right at me from afar. Omg they were everywhere. Idiots. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to go back to DFS. On the train, I suddenly remembered someone saying something about jap and s'pore war before the day started, so I said to the boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your grandfather killed (stabbing action) my grandfather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later corrected that they didn't kill my grandfather since we migrated here, but rather my friends' grandfathers or great grandfathers. The point didnt get across to the boys, but it sure did to the rest of the passangers in that carraige. A woman heard me and she actually smiled showing her teeth. I stared at her and she quickly pretend that nothing has happened :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reported to the teachers and went down to take more pictures. As a last gift to them, I took out my henna pack and drew stuff on each of their hand like the date and our names. They did the same, BUT THEY DIDN'T WRITE NICE STUFF. You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2N_DckHOI/AAAAAAAAA44/iZRTAhZdZXk/s1600-h/DSC01590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415264668622050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2N_DckHOI/AAAAAAAAA44/iZRTAhZdZXk/s320/DSC01590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left to right: Teacher who popped in (SO CUTE SO CUTE), shinya, naoki, daiki, Bob, Hard Gay, Takashi, Hentai :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2OETckHPI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pPBbBic60d4/s1600-h/Jap+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415354862935282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2OETckHPI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pPBbBic60d4/s320/Jap+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "RETURN ME MY 4 DOLLARS" (Bob)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MJDckHJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/43pvfJIKd-Y/s1600-h/Jap+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133413237444058258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MJDckHJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/43pvfJIKd-Y/s320/Jap+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hentai, otaku (manga fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MJjckHKI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/8wSJrpkdNHs/s1600-h/Jap+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133413246033992866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MJjckHKI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/8wSJrpkdNHs/s320/Jap+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A HUGE "HENTAI" ON MY ARM. It's frigging henna it won't be off till 5 days later omg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MKjckHLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wE2wH65JYvc/s1600-h/Jap+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133413263213862066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MKjckHLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wE2wH65JYvc/s320/Jap+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hentai again :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MKzckHMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/vSXp-dNzUiI/s1600-h/Jap+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133413267508829378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MKzckHMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/vSXp-dNzUiI/s320/Jap+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doraemon, Daiki, Aho (idiot), Baka (stupid).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MLTckHNI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rLqU1eoEpNo/s1600-h/Jap+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133413276098763986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2MLTckHNI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rLqU1eoEpNo/s320/Jap+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DANGEROUS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those boys were a bunch of monkeys, but I really like them a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;みんなさん, おげんで! 一生忘わないよ, 実際好きです!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4417205531656702315?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4417205531656702315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4417205531656702315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4417205531656702315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4417205531656702315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-nothing-short-of-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rz2N_DckHOI/AAAAAAAAA44/iZRTAhZdZXk/s72-c/DSC01590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7658870588832988863</id><published>2007-11-13T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:28:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today I'm posting today :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I realize I din post about the gingamabobz jap tour!! But I'm so lazy. And it's gonna be really long-winded. Maybe you should go read Abel's blog for a really negative (yet extremely funny) teriyaki boyz post, or Nessa's cutesy twistttt post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here would be my own "let-myself-rmb-what-happened" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up like REALLY REALLY early for this thing. I ate one banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude somebody said to meet at 9, the students were only down at what 10.30!?!? That aint cool man. But nevertheless it's still very exciting to see people machine gunning "konichiwa ohayogozaimas arigato dcfhauornheakjvcndiuahfewaofj etc. etc.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got at least 6 or 7 jappy but somehow I only have 4. But hey I think that's a good thing, muchhh easier to handle cuz THEY CANT SPEAK ENGLISH FOR NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You (points), see (with action) merlion (raise one finger), zoo(raise second finger), this(raise third finger), that (raise fourth finger), in singapore (points to the ground) which (move 2 hands up and down), most (BIG action), good (good sign)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY STILL DONT UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg talk about language barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls are Miki, Kaori, Tomoko and Riho! They're really cute and sweet la, just a little shy due to lack of confidence in their english. But as Nessa said, you can tell that Miki is like the queen bee of her clique. She have this um aura thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess communication amongst us arent the worse alr, considering I have this book which I bought in HK on jap (which sadly nobody else could use cuz they're in chinese), and Miki hav this Barbie eng-jap translator. VERY USEFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa and I teamed up and we brought them to Little india and bugis. We din have a lot of time, and mostly they just want to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little India... (makes smelly hand action)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA OMG :D And I thought the flowers smelled pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very soon, it's 4 and we have to bring them back to the hotel. That few hours of bonding already made me miss them when we all said goodbyes. I got my girls' address and hoho I'm gonna mail them a postcard each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 7 to 4, I ATE ONE BANANA (and 3 sotong balls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7658870588832988863?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7658870588832988863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7658870588832988863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7658870588832988863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7658870588832988863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-im-posting-today-d-hey-i-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-88506461573585456</id><published>2007-11-11T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:41.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRANDOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, blogger have this thingy like, the draft you saved, no matter how many days later you post it, it'll be posted under the date you saved the draft. Cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, am I the last person in this whole world to know about this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, I can just save a draft everyday with like what one letter in each post and really post the real thing months later and nobody would know. For example this post, you wouldnt know when I really posted this would you! HA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big deal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why why why do you bluff me so Kbox??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On your website it's stated Kstudent check in between 2 to 7 and why is it that we only get to sing until 5.30??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It says CHECK IN between 2 to 7, not sing from 2 to 7."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;%!(h37$@****!@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But LL and I were SO desperate to sing and feel that atmosphere, so we checked in anyway :/ SOOO EXPENSIVE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before we went to Kbox, LL and I were on this topic about why is Kbox called Kbox. Why not Kcircle, or Krectangle? WHY BOX??? Oh oh maybe each room is like, a box. BUT NOT ALL ROOMS ARE CUBES OR CUBOIDS! Some are like, zig-zag shaped, and some funny funny shape. I suggest they change the name to Krandom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjNXXU63I/AAAAAAAAA3w/GqoeiAgvaug/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131538644184918898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjNXXU63I/AAAAAAAAA3w/GqoeiAgvaug/s320/Kbox+with+LL+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjN3XU64I/AAAAAAAAA34/r2tZXDWMlbY/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131538652774853506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjN3XU64I/AAAAAAAAA34/r2tZXDWMlbY/s320/Kbox+with+LL+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjOnXU65I/AAAAAAAAA4A/UVMRS8g2mao/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131538665659755410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjOnXU65I/AAAAAAAAA4A/UVMRS8g2mao/s320/Kbox+with+LL+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooh my gosh looks kinda nice doesnt it. But MAN IT SUCKS. I'm sorry but I have to bring your supposed "chef's recommendation" dish down. It's that udon store beside ajisen in taka, it's cheap yea but this yaki udon or smth is really... YOU'RE JUST EATING OIL. There's not much taste, kinda dry, VERY VERY OILY, makes you feel pukey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get cheated by the cheap price baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjO3XU66I/AAAAAAAAA4I/gFcUCfIBMqU/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131538669954722722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjO3XU66I/AAAAAAAAA4I/gFcUCfIBMqU/s320/Kbox+with+LL+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbfpHXU6yI/AAAAAAAAA3I/NKCebGWOCvA/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131534722879777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbfpHXU6yI/AAAAAAAAA3I/NKCebGWOCvA/s320/Kbox+with+LL+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Credits to LL, the effort you put in your course is showing mannnn :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbfpnXU6zI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EiEKH5uD2iQ/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131534731469712178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbfpnXU6zI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EiEKH5uD2iQ/s320/Kbox+with+LL+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbfqXXU60I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_gukbAvqjTg/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131534744354614082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbfqXXU60I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_gukbAvqjTg/s320/Kbox+with+LL+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rzbfq3XU61I/AAAAAAAAA3g/zj-s4mngmx8/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131534752944548690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rzbfq3XU61I/AAAAAAAAA3g/zj-s4mngmx8/s320/Kbox+with+LL+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbfsHXU62I/AAAAAAAAA3o/GirDflMRrwk/s1600-h/Kbox+with+LL+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131534774419385186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbfsHXU62I/AAAAAAAAA3o/GirDflMRrwk/s320/Kbox+with+LL+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-88506461573585456?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/88506461573585456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=88506461573585456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/88506461573585456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/88506461573585456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/krandom-you-know-blogger-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzbjNXXU63I/AAAAAAAAA3w/GqoeiAgvaug/s72-c/Kbox+with+LL+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5278774925477871845</id><published>2007-11-06T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a healthy bitch :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo today felt like a really really productive day. Haha in the eyes of Jane Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, cuz I was supposed to go out with SOMEBODY, but apparently that person Y was too shag last night and spent all of Y's money on cab fare and end up with no money to shop with me. Haha I waited and waited for that *(@#4@9%'s msg since 10 and Y only msged me at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you but you better treat me to lunch another day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so I continued working on my winnie the pooh and friends puzzle, which I started a few days ago. 1000 peices and I'm 3/4 done. It's soooo pretty!! I mean, it's mostly my work (with much appreciated help from my sis), so shdn't it be hung in my room when it's done?? But noooo, my brother claims that he paid for it when we bought it 2 years ago, so it should be hung in HIS room. Omg what kind of rubbish theory is that. I suspect that he got the money back from my mum even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end it'll be hung on the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I spend the afternoon packing my files, reading some comics, and suddenly!!! URGE TO GO JOGGING. Haha omg I think it's a habit thing. Once you start you cant stop until a long long time. Like blogging. Oh man man I hope I wont start hating jogging all over again. I like sports, esp things like dancing and badminton (plus plus most importantly cheerleading haha) but it's very out of the way and you cant do it whenever you want to. So jogging is the best after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running, and halfway through I received a msg that my vcd's 3 days overdue, so I ran back, took the vcd and headed towards the vcd shop. Alright I admit I walked quite a bit on the way there, but I had my wallet and my hp and a vcd on my hand, which proves to be rather difficult to run with, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there I saw my brother at his school's bus stop, so I kinda forced him to wait for me while I return the vcd. We took a bus back, and bought stuff from cold storage. I left the house at 5, and only returned at 7. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I felt really really slim after all those exercise (HAHA), which is most probably not true but I'd still like to pretend it is. I will TRY to keep up with this glamorous healthy lifestyle so everyone out there please give me some much needed support thank you :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzBiOEDAOcI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wsr-6zXIwDs/s1600-h/pictures+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129707969319025090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzBiOEDAOcI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wsr-6zXIwDs/s320/pictures+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random picture: train ride to newton for supper after SA's life concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzBiOkDAOdI/AAAAAAAAA24/SNcR_U6njTs/s1600-h/pictures+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129707977908959698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzBiOkDAOdI/AAAAAAAAA24/SNcR_U6njTs/s320/pictures+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life concert was the bomb man :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzBiO0DAOeI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6zsjDe-Pv0E/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129707982203927010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzBiO0DAOeI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6zsjDe-Pv0E/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; S7 plus rachel from st.margs &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5278774925477871845?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5278774925477871845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5278774925477871845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5278774925477871845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5278774925477871845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-healthy-bitch-d-woohoo-today-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RzBiOEDAOcI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wsr-6zXIwDs/s72-c/pictures+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1369063474385677294</id><published>2007-11-05T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:42.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thrill of fast moving fingers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 years of excruciating practise and disgusting disgusting theory, I finally passed all my graded paino exams :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a totally different thing when you can just play any songs you want freely, without the freaking ABRSM exam book floating before you all the time. I want to take my piano diploma, but that's gonna be after A levels, far far awayyyyyy. Ok, NOT very far away, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I'm working on the soundtracks of jay chou's movie "secret". It's very very shiok when you play "secret" at super speed, but I'll still need much more practise to get to that perfect level. Haha :)) And the duet, is SO CUTE. LL, NESSA, WAI SUM, CHERYL!! All my piano playing friends, let's play it together baby(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with nessa darling today &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE JUST COULDNT STOP WITH HER L. Haha man she's OBSSESSED. Poor ryan gosling (her old love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched "The game plan", which is pretty good, but not as great as I expected. There were a few funny scenes, but it doesnt really make you feel the plot. How should I put it. For example of the movie "I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry", when they go aww, you go aww. When they get happy over something, you go oh yayy! Smth like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, The game plan is not bad, but I'd suggest you watch smth else with that 7 or 8 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry7-D0DAObI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lCEhoADPdwE/s1600-h/thegameplanposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129316367085877682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry7-D0DAObI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lCEhoADPdwE/s320/thegameplanposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1369063474385677294?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1369063474385677294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1369063474385677294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1369063474385677294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1369063474385677294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/thrill-of-fast-moving-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry7-D0DAObI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lCEhoADPdwE/s72-c/thegameplanposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4195798685883547331</id><published>2007-11-04T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:43.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give some respect!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I dont know what my sister is thinking. She doesnt seem to know anything about respect. Our grandparents are such sweet people but all she thinks about them is that they are annoying :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@3)(F%O*#6$U@(*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really need to learn a lesson or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, what can I do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I REALLY need to get down to my studying, or I'm gonna get it real bad from pKb when the supplementary paper results come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going out tmr, and the day after, and the day after. HAHA :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I'm going out with this freak lady below. She scares me so much sometimes I'll be on the verge of peeing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry266EDAOaI/AAAAAAAAA2g/vFuLiuOAxRQ/s1600-h/CIMG0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128961057326381474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry266EDAOaI/AAAAAAAAA2g/vFuLiuOAxRQ/s320/CIMG0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very good example of how she scares me: RAPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez girl, it's a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy I'm scared :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry25REDAOWI/AAAAAAAAA2A/GtfkfWdMh0I/s1600-h/CIMG5004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128959253440117090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry25REDAOWI/AAAAAAAAA2A/GtfkfWdMh0I/s320/CIMG5004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND LEO LEO WELCOME BACK!! How can you break your Indian owner's heart like that. Not cool not cool. By the way I'm not the indian owner and LL's not the dog either. In fact, LL is the indian owner and Leo's her dog which ran away from home. I'M NOT THE DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry25R0DAOXI/AAAAAAAAA2I/CWU7mOqr0YI/s1600-h/CIMG5080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128959266325018994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry25R0DAOXI/AAAAAAAAA2I/CWU7mOqr0YI/s320/CIMG5080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry25SUDAOYI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/z2wuJ6lD_a4/s1600-h/CIMG5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128959274914953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry25SUDAOYI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/z2wuJ6lD_a4/s320/CIMG5061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry25S0DAOZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Fio8Md6v4wo/s1600-h/CIMG5058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128959283504888210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry25S0DAOZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Fio8Md6v4wo/s320/CIMG5058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gahh stabbed in the stomach too many times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4195798685883547331?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4195798685883547331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4195798685883547331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4195798685883547331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4195798685883547331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-some-respect-honestly-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ry266EDAOaI/AAAAAAAAA2g/vFuLiuOAxRQ/s72-c/CIMG0564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4956296360536935674</id><published>2007-11-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:43.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryx8_UDAOVI/AAAAAAAAA14/HUpZveS2i8c/s1600-h/IMG_2221e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128611502823061842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryx8_UDAOVI/AAAAAAAAA14/HUpZveS2i8c/s320/IMG_2221e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Upon a very subtle hint, I decided to post another picture in which I think ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chua&lt;/span&gt; looks very nice in, while I look like shit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MCmuffin&lt;/span&gt; bread is gentlemanly enough to save everyone out there from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt; pain by covering my face with his own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chua&lt;/span&gt;, years down the road you better be wearing tank tops and tubes and mini skirts and all those revealing shit which are rotting in your cupboard right now! Or I wont let you come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; with me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;desmond&lt;/span&gt; is a nice guy. He's just extremely stubborn and to a certain extent maybe even SHY. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;URGHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; well he's cool, and he's not one of the people making me feel uncomfortable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jaN&lt;/span&gt;3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4956296360536935674?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4956296360536935674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4956296360536935674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4956296360536935674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4956296360536935674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/upon-very-subtle-hint-i-decided-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryx8_UDAOVI/AAAAAAAAA14/HUpZveS2i8c/s72-c/IMG_2221e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2696766577492443577</id><published>2007-11-03T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:43.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CHUA&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this random or what. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I went to read ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chua's&lt;/span&gt; blog just now (WHICH I HAVE NO IDEA IT'S OPEN TO PUBLIC AGAIN) and again realized how much of her life I've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got this sudden urge to like like... blog about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been classmates since like sec 2. We were in the same clique for 2 years but was never very close. We talked quite a lot about those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chim&lt;/span&gt; life thinking topics things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; basically the 2 of us were the only people in the clique who does that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that we're of rather different personalities. I like to do crazy stuff while she's very composed. It was only until we entered J1 together that we became close. I never expected it to turn out that way but it's a very pleasant experience :) I'm not sure if she's actually opening up to me, but I felt that I knew her a whole lot better than I did in St.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Margs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it all boils down to spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered AC, I hated it there. Almost everything was horrible as compared to the first 3 months in SA (a very unfair judgement towards AC but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; help it). I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have much friends, and with me being very very very afraid of loneliness, I seek company from ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds selfish and self-centered huh? I think so too. But with all this time I spent with ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chua&lt;/span&gt;, I realized she's actually a great friend to be with. Not much of a havoc-creator, but an awesome company when you just feel like slacking and connect with mother nature and all that shit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure if I'm getting the point across but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;arghh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few months, I constantly look for her during lectures, sit with her during assembly and all that sort. I made friends with come of her classmates whom I really like, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Simeng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;qy&lt;/span&gt;. Although, there are some of her classmates who always makes me feel uncomfortable. Maybe it's just a normal reaction of people, having a stranger always barging into your class like she owns it, you put up a sort of resistive front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I felt EXTRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it becomes really bad, and as the school year continues, I hardly ever sit with her and her class anymore. It's a pity really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; hi-bye friends equals not friends at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip with her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong was a blast. We had a lot of fun and created awesome memories. Will it ever happen again in future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her old blog and realized there's a lot of things we did together that I almost forgot. Like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt; guy. If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; read that entry, he's like non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;existent to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;There's a lot left to be discovered in this friendship but I dont know if I'll still have the chance to explore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rywi90DAOUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YUamtuboEp8/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128512521006758210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rywi90DAOUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YUamtuboEp8/s320/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2696766577492443577?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2696766577492443577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2696766577492443577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2696766577492443577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2696766577492443577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/ah-chua-d-this-is-random-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rywi90DAOUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YUamtuboEp8/s72-c/DSC00450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6413173446550682110</id><published>2007-11-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:44.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PWPWPWPWPWPWPWPWPWPWPW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!!!!! CAN CAN CAN YOU ALL OUT THERE FEEL FEEL FEEL MY JOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FUCKING (pardon me) FUCKING HAPPY PW IS OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay feeling lazy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RysszkDAOQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/RRBUdssKLLQ/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128241865052666114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RysszkDAOQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/RRBUdssKLLQ/s320/DSC01546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is how I look like millisecond before I burst out laughing. That is how nessa look like when she is already bursting out laughing but tries to hide from the camera lest it takes unglam pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryssz0DAORI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3Y1tMhcexI0/s1600-h/2007-10-09-withsc4girls-afterchemspa-withborders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128241869347633426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryssz0DAORI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3Y1tMhcexI0/s320/2007-10-09-withsc4girls-afterchemspa-withborders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whao look at that man. Class outing, like omg THIS IS SO RARE. Haha this is a moment worth remembering. It turned out quite ok la actually, but as of most large group outings, you hardly get to interact with everyone. More outings classmates?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryss0UDAOSI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rVibST6-OAw/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128241877937568034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryss0UDAOSI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rVibST6-OAw/s320/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane Tan and Jane Wong :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryss1EDAOTI/AAAAAAAAA1o/w4DZyRh1lzA/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128241890822469938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ryss1EDAOTI/AAAAAAAAA1o/w4DZyRh1lzA/s320/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The masterpiece Rachel created. Guess the brand. If you look closely you can see part of it on the wrist slip. The last 2 letters are "ar". Haha is the bulb lighting up Nessa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMENG!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6413173446550682110?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6413173446550682110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6413173446550682110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6413173446550682110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6413173446550682110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/11/pwpwpwpwpwpwpwpwpwpwpw-oh-my-god-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RysszkDAOQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/RRBUdssKLLQ/s72-c/DSC01546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4890913508470322029</id><published>2007-10-19T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:45.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;British Breakfast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago (um I cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rmb&lt;/span&gt; exactly when, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm losing track of the days) LL came over to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;breakfastttt&lt;/span&gt;!!! We were really excited about it the night before, discussing feverishly on what to cook, and what to wear. Since it's gonna be a cool british style breakfast, we suggested wearing frocks (which we dont have), and sun hats (which we dont have as well). Then LL say we can dress like Harry potter, and talk in an british accent while eating :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived in the morning, wearing nothing that resembles the british (I was still in my PJ), though she cleverly wore a "oxford street" shirt which she insists is a road in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiU1jxoxxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hO8rgG2UP2c/s1600-h/LL+british+breakfast+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123008223991351058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiU1jxoxxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hO8rgG2UP2c/s320/LL+british+breakfast+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lazing around on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiRfzxoxvI/AAAAAAAAA04/BUbpUHUQ25w/s1600-h/LL+british+breakfast+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123004551794312946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiRfzxoxvI/AAAAAAAAA04/BUbpUHUQ25w/s320/LL+british+breakfast+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started to make our breakfast in the kitchen, it being pancakes. I was pouring pancake mix into the bowl when it spilled. Looking dumb and rather lazy to clean up, LL decided to take the opportunity of this situation to take pictures of us taking drugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiRgTxoxwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZGBoTxsP_CE/s1600-h/LL+british+breakfast+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123004560384247554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiRgTxoxwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZGBoTxsP_CE/s320/LL+british+breakfast+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiQzDxoxsI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LhjBX54Ej9o/s1600-h/LL+british+breakfast+022e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123003782995166914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiQzDxoxsI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LhjBX54Ej9o/s320/LL+british+breakfast+022e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took three videos, with the both of us getting high on sniffing pancake mix. We ran around the kitchen like mad people, shouting and screaming (we weren't really getting high, so it felt really dumb but nonetheless exciting). My dog got exasperated with the situation, not knowing what his owner and her crazy friend were doing, he somehow got angry that nobody's playing with him and end up chasing LL, trying to gnaw on her butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiQzTxoxtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UHlIJz_OhKs/s1600-h/LL+british+breakfast+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123003787290134226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiQzTxoxtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UHlIJz_OhKs/s320/LL+british+breakfast+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We cooked pancakes, fried tomato scrambled eggs and cheese sausage. The whole breakfast's turning to more like a american style breakfast than a british one, but really, who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiQzjxoxuI/AAAAAAAAA0w/g2jbXJ6jDs4/s1600-h/LL+british+breakfast+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123003791585101538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiQzjxoxuI/AAAAAAAAA0w/g2jbXJ6jDs4/s320/LL+british+breakfast+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought our breakfast to the garden, accompanied by orange juice, milk, nutella and strawberry jam. The whole setting looks awesome I tell you. We felt like royalties :D The food was really good. Very satisfying, but very oily. No wonder most americans are so fat, they eat this everyday :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun day, and we should do it more often :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiOCjxoxqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rD8lrOUX4ZM/s1600-h/Angel+Birthday+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123000750748255906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiOCjxoxqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rD8lrOUX4ZM/s320/Angel+Birthday+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rocky!!! Stupid dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiODDxoxrI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/pvyE8fB-K2s/s1600-h/Angel+Birthday+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123000759338190514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiODDxoxrI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/pvyE8fB-K2s/s320/Angel+Birthday+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm mad over paws. Dont ask me why, I dont know. It's like this fetish of some sort. PAWS PAWS PAWS PAWS PAWS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4890913508470322029?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4890913508470322029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4890913508470322029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4890913508470322029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4890913508470322029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/10/british-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RxiU1jxoxxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hO8rgG2UP2c/s72-c/LL+british+breakfast+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8928734540341786959</id><published>2007-10-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:46.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Close To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzXMjxoxmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/tTEGhWMZ57g/s1600-h/CIMG1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119703487175247458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzXMjxoxmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/tTEGhWMZ57g/s320/CIMG1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why do birds suddenly appear ev’ry time you are near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzWszxoxlI/AAAAAAAAAzo/48VHKOb_9KA/s1600-h/Racial+Harmony+06+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119702941714400850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzWszxoxlI/AAAAAAAAAzo/48VHKOb_9KA/s320/Racial+Harmony+06+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just like me, they long to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVnzxoxiI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/reT88lHtZGg/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119701756303427106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVnzxoxiI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/reT88lHtZGg/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why do stars fall down from the sky ev’ry time you walk by?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVoTxoxjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/GYsKO_eiZFk/s1600-h/Racial+Harmony+06+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119701764893361714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVoTxoxjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/GYsKO_eiZFk/s320/Racial+Harmony+06+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just like me, they long to be close to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVojxoxkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/_6BoqqmRFEU/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119701769188329026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVojxoxkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/_6BoqqmRFEU/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVCjxoxfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/i_OZdMX7b-4/s1600-h/Racial+Harmony+06+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119701116353299954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVCjxoxfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/i_OZdMX7b-4/s320/Racial+Harmony+06+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVCzxoxgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/bSCfEzU6OPg/s1600-h/random+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119701120648267266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVCzxoxgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/bSCfEzU6OPg/s320/random+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is why all the girls in town follow you all around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVDDxoxhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/DDJcdVK9i-o/s1600-h/random+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119701124943234578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzVDDxoxhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/DDJcdVK9i-o/s320/random+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just like me, they long to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzRMTxoxbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5ql2RaVpNSQ/s1600-h/CIMG1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119696885810513330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzRMTxoxbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5ql2RaVpNSQ/s320/CIMG1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzRMzxoxcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/5nUffR2CpD8/s1600-h/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119696894400447938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzRMzxoxcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/5nUffR2CpD8/s320/IMG_2160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzRNDxoxdI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PmTmPnxTLKY/s1600-h/IMG_2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119696898695415250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzRNDxoxdI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PmTmPnxTLKY/s320/IMG_2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is why all the girls in town follow you all around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzRNTxoxeI/AAAAAAAAAyw/nJ-pqclDvRA/s1600-h/Racial+Harmony+06+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119696902990382562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzRNTxoxeI/AAAAAAAAAyw/nJ-pqclDvRA/s320/Racial+Harmony+06+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just like me, they long to be close to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8928734540341786959?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8928734540341786959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8928734540341786959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8928734540341786959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8928734540341786959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/10/close-to-you-why-do-birds-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwzXMjxoxmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/tTEGhWMZ57g/s72-c/CIMG1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-66380853618350010</id><published>2007-10-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:47.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwpHGzxoxZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/hZ7i_Ph_I1w/s1600-h/peter+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sweetness of post exam period. Let's roll!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my blog's been dead for eons. I'm really bored of blogging but I'll still blog anyway. People must have wondered "Whao that Jane Wong so long never come online nor blog, she must be studying really hard for her promos huh!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to be slapped for magnificiently under-utilizing my time for that whole month before promos. I surf the web, watch stuff on crunchy roll, so much so that my bro made "crunchy roll" a verb and an adjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go back to crunchy rolling la you crunchy roll girl. Go fail your promos and get retained."&lt;br /&gt;Haha nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I really starting to worry, what if I really get retained. I dont really mind if I go into probation. That'll probably be smth to motivate me to study during the holidays. Ohh what's my life gonna be like. I'll know in a few more days time. It's like you're counting down to dooms day you know. Ackk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maths paper was... Ha. I dont know. Just like Marc, I might get the grade "Z" for this paper. Oh wait, Marc will prolly get a "Y" and I'll get a "Z". Frankly speaking I didnt study a single bit for math. I was just placing my bet on Chem and Bio, so I din give a damn about maths. Nessa must feel really hurt to hear this. I feel like I've let her down or smth, seeing that she's the Goddess of Maths. I even thought of skipping the maths paper altogether so I can study for chem but nessa said "Dont be stupid" so I went afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that, my maths tutor will be making me sit right in front of him for the whole of next year. Oh the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally promos are over. I dont know if I deserve to feel so happy and enjoy this period so much since I din study all that hard anyway. But ah, I am enjoying life. For now.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose these 2 months would be the last I'll be playing. I mean, it would be the case given that I dont succumb to temptations and fool around again next year. Oh God I hope I become a OGL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee I was just blogging halfway when my brother barged in and took over the comp. He needed to edit his graduation speech thingy, and he recited his speech to me over and over agn. Below is actually the pic that's gonna be posted in the yearbook or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118982108763178386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwpHGzxoxZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/hZ7i_Ph_I1w/s320/peter+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, with that black bar over his eyes that makes him look like some rapist on the loose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwopUzxoxXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/p4hg6N1CMPo/s1600-h/teachers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118949363932513650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwopUzxoxXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/p4hg6N1CMPo/s320/teachers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwopATxoxUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ww44fQGXMBk/s1600-h/CIMG3652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118949011745195330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwopATxoxUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ww44fQGXMBk/s320/CIMG3652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwopAjxoxVI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YJxEy_tOfjg/s1600-h/CIMG3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118949016040162642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwopAjxoxVI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YJxEy_tOfjg/s320/CIMG3667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwopBDxoxWI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UoAMesfyUnU/s1600-h/CIMG3707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118949024630097250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwopBDxoxWI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UoAMesfyUnU/s320/CIMG3707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold this post cuz I received a phone call. It's 11 now and I dont plan on continuing with my post so I'll just stop here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-66380853618350010?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/66380853618350010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=66380853618350010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/66380853618350010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/66380853618350010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweetness-of-post-exam-period.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwpHGzxoxZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/hZ7i_Ph_I1w/s72-c/peter+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7650996769891249363</id><published>2007-10-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:47.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwTvFjxoxTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Sy2sZ2PLzT8/s1600-h/DSC05504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117477955381544242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwTvFjxoxTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Sy2sZ2PLzT8/s320/DSC05504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHH I'M BORED OF BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7650996769891249363?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7650996769891249363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7650996769891249363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7650996769891249363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7650996769891249363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/10/bahh-im-bored-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RwTvFjxoxTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Sy2sZ2PLzT8/s72-c/DSC05504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1733911374134069882</id><published>2007-09-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:12:27.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Human nature can be such a bummer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not easy for someone to say "My life is perfect". If that person really did, he probably doesnt mean it or he just have no frigging idea what life is. Well I guess there'll be people who'll disagree with me right now, but go to hell. Give me 3 days and I'll find you a problem with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that introduction came from totally nowhere. It just popped out and I just felt like saying it. My great mind is trying to tell me smth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha alright. This morning I was sitting in the kitchen, facing the pool and reading Harry potter. ALL OF A SUDDEN! Haha it's nothing la, dont get so shocked. I just had this memory flash kinda thing (people have this when they're about to die dont they. oh. shit.) Haha anyway I suddenly remembered going to some school's funfair with my secondary school friend Sherry. There were just these bits and pieces of memory, us alighting at some foreign bus stop... walking into the school... up some stairs... The whole thing just totally felt like deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ACJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf at the start of JAE this year, I've always thought I'm stepping into AC for the first time in my whole life. But I've been there before I've been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, trying to get my facts right, AC just had a FunO'Rama last year. Since it's a biannual thing, the time I went with sherry must be when I was in sec 2. I remember walking from the front door, with people flowing in and out of the compound. I remember looking at the field and bleachers in awe, thinking "omg, this school is so big!". I distinctly remember, instead of walking towards the concourse and void deck, we took the path at the back, where the carpark were. I saw the dunking machine, and AC people with trays selling drinks. We walked up the flight of stairs before the north lodge, and I was desperately trying to persuade Sherry to go see the haunted house with me, where the queue started outside LT2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I'm typing so feverishly because as I type, more and more are coming back to me. There's this connection with AC I'm feeling now which I've never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt sure if the north lodge actually existed back then, cuz I dont remember seeing them. Oh then we went to the void deck, where all the food were. I was complaining and complaining about how they're all so expensive, and refused to buy anything. IF I'm not wrong, some guy friend gave Sherry free coupons (they always do, haha lots of guys take interest in Sherry, even since sec 2). OMG NOW I REMEMBER! We played some game, and I won this wooden peg thing. OMG WHERE IS IT WHERE IT IS *fumbling through drawers*. Okay I'm done fumbling, and I still cant find it. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this whole memory flashback episode is a very very weird feeling. Weird yes, but I must say it is quite pleasant in a way. I dont know. Haha! Makes me feel just a tad more attached to AC now. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1733911374134069882?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1733911374134069882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1733911374134069882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1733911374134069882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1733911374134069882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/09/human-nature-can-be-such-bummer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-495408585069790884</id><published>2007-09-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:47.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There there nessa, a post on its own for you :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry darling, it was a problem of wrong timing when I uploaded the pics and have yet to take pictures of the sweets you gave me! Anyhows, people out there, Vanessa A****s Lim gave me this lovely thing for ABSOLUTELY NO PARTICULAR REASON (other than the fact that she's totally into me), out of total RANDOMNESS. Haha :DDD It's a precious moments heart shaped box, filled with sweeeettttts :)) Yummy yummy mango, strawberry and melon flavoured chewy candy. I LOVE YOU A LOT NESSA, and I know you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha high-5 bimbo: "eh heh, totally" :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtkKW2NIwQI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sB8opitMts4/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105123040225181954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtkKW2NIwQI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sB8opitMts4/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-495408585069790884?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/495408585069790884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=495408585069790884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/495408585069790884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/495408585069790884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-there-nessa-post-on-its-own-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtkKW2NIwQI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sB8opitMts4/s72-c/DSC01475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2962348352171557323</id><published>2007-08-31T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:54:04.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A quiz which would be fun to review in future :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha saw this in Nessa's blog and decided to do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list out the top 5 presents u wish for(not in order of importance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The what's that called. like a cotton shirt but ends at your underbust, short-sleeved, tie-able at the front. ARGH WAD IS THAT CALLED!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Okay although it is not in order of importance but this is still the most important: DBSK and/or (preferably and) Super Junior photobook. I'd much much rather Junsu himself from dbsk be my present but since that's unrealistic I shall just stick to photobooks to drool on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SLIPPERS. Seriously, nice nice can go out one. I DONT HAVE A SINGLE PAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Money. That'd probably solve all the problems above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lots of love from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;She didnt exactly tag me but I'll still quote her name anyway :D vaNESSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your relationship with him:&lt;br /&gt;Very very very very good friends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your 5 impression of Vanessa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Very touchy&lt;br /&gt;2.Very sexual&lt;br /&gt;3.Very deprived&lt;br /&gt;4.Porn star in the making&lt;br /&gt;5.EXTREMELY HORNY (and you called daniel horny. tsk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay let's redo that since I think I've got the point of her being sexually deprived across :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.like making friends a lot&lt;br /&gt;2.very sweet&lt;br /&gt;3.eats sloppily&lt;br /&gt;4.laughs like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;5.can get emo sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing she had done for you:&lt;br /&gt;Being there for me always always. But if memorable can be a BAD memory, I'd say, raping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she become your lover,u will:&lt;br /&gt;That would mean I will be a lesbian. And if that really did happen, I'll dump her immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable words he had said to you:&lt;br /&gt;Hump Hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your lover ,things she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;Change sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes ur enemy,you will:&lt;br /&gt;Kick her punani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your enemy,the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;She kicked my punani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most desired thing you want to do for her now is:&lt;br /&gt;Report her to the police cuz she sexally assaulted me. Haha no la I'd do almost anything for her unless it involves satisfying her sexual desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of her is:&lt;br /&gt;Omg, cant you already tell. HORNY. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think people around you feel about u:&lt;br /&gt;Honky Tong Dim Sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics(s) you love yourself is/are:&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whore I am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary,the characteristic(s) you hate yourself is/are:&lt;br /&gt;I spend too much time to get ready to go out. And, well said by nessa "I eat WAYYYY too much".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person u want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;Kim Junsu's wife &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Angel&lt;br /&gt;2.Jesslyn&lt;br /&gt;3.Kaur Saw Lynn&lt;br /&gt;4.Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;5.Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;6.Nessa&lt;br /&gt;7.LL&lt;br /&gt;8.Abel&lt;br /&gt;9.Mum&lt;br /&gt;10.Kim Junsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N0.6 having a relationship with? (Nessa)&lt;br /&gt;Erm haha I dont think I'm allowed to say this but try "almighty champion" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 9 a female or male? (Mum)&lt;br /&gt;Well... I mean, I was born coming out from somewhere right. So I suppose she's a female :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If No. 7 and 10 together ,will it be a good thing? (LL and Kim Junsu)&lt;br /&gt;I WILL KILL LL. IMMEDIATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about No. 8 and 5? (Gabriel and Abel)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA OMG YES BEST MATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is No. 2 studying about? (Jesslyn)&lt;br /&gt;Does she even study. Ok haha I guess she does when exams or tests comes around. And she takes PCMe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you chat with No.3? (KSL)&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER EVER EVER. Why would I want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of music band does No.8 likes? (Abel)&lt;br /&gt;Music bands that play music he can mosh with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1 has any siblings? (Angel)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, elder brother who's married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you woo No. 3? (KSL!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;WTF!? NO!!! Why the hell did I put him as no.3 anyway!? Maybe I should change his rank position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about No.7? (LL)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, that's what she's trying to get me to do now. Okay haha I think i shouldnt give ppl the wrong idea. Neither one of us are lesbians :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 4 single? (Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Haha hmm, from my knowledge yes. But if I'm wrong I'll slap her silly for not telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the sirname of No 5? (Gabriel)&lt;br /&gt;ENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of No. 10? (Kim Junsu)&lt;br /&gt;Husband :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the hobby of No. 4?(Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do No 5 and 9 get along well?(Gabriel and Mum)&lt;br /&gt;UM HMM. Haha they dont know each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is No 2 studying at? (Jesslyn)&lt;br /&gt;SAJC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk something casually about No 1 (Angel)&lt;br /&gt;She got really big boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for No. 8?(Abel)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, that would be really funny, but NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does N0.9 live at? (Mum)&lt;br /&gt;... The room next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are No. 5 and 1 best friends?(Angel and Gabriel)&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm.... used to. For a period of time I guess :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No.7 like No.2?(Jesslyn and LL)&lt;br /&gt;Haha I suppose so, but you cant really tell cuz they only met once or twice! I'm sure they will :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get to know N0. 2? (Jesslyn)&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 really noisy classmate who's full of pranks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 1 have any pets?(Angel)&lt;br /&gt;Nope! She wants to have a dog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 6 the sexiest person in the world?(Nessa)&lt;br /&gt;Haha NO. But if you mean sexual, then definitely YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.A random guy/girl comes up to you and says 'hey babe' you say:&lt;br /&gt;I no easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What was the last thing you put into your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I was rotating between Jelly tots and Cadbury Marble. I had to neutralize one with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.what does your last received text msg says?&lt;br /&gt;From Angel - HAHA sure. Its supposed to taste creamy and cheesy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(that's LJS clam chowder to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The last song u listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Corrine May - Safe in a crazy world. DAMN GOOD SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What's irritating you this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.where is the rest of your family right now?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Majong.&lt;br /&gt;Dog: Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.what did you do ytd?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day celebration, then went IKEA with Nessa's class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.pick a scar on your body,how'd you get it?&lt;br /&gt;The only one, which is on my right foot: dropped a porcelain bowl whose smashed bit flew and stabbed me on the foot :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.what do you want to do when you get out of college?&lt;br /&gt;Okay in this case college would mean University right? GET MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.How old is your mum?&lt;br /&gt;She'd always say 18. But I know she's 43. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.are you signed onto msn&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.who's your most religious friend?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. John?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.If you could change your name to anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stick to Jane. It's too much of a trouble to change name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.what's the best compliment someone had given u?&lt;br /&gt;You're not fat!! (thanks for the white lie)&lt;br /&gt;(By the way nessa, for yours, does it happen to be smth like "Ooh you're a good kisser." HAHA!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What u hate most about your school.&lt;br /&gt;Haha hmm, where should I start. Okay la I dont think I should answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.last time u took a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Plane to honky tong with LL and ah chuaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.How many times u log into myspace?&lt;br /&gt;If that's friendster... but wait, what do u mean how many TIMES I logged into friendster. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.last profile u went to?&lt;br /&gt;Nessa's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.whats the first thing you would do with five million bucks?&lt;br /&gt;Check if I'm on Punk'ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.do you like this survey so far?&lt;br /&gt;Getting kinda bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.who's the 4th person on your featured friends,and why?&lt;br /&gt;I only have 3 featured friends on friendster :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.how would you react if number 3,6 and 8 of ur top friends suddenly hates you.?&lt;br /&gt;That'd be Kaur Saw Lynn and Nessa and Abel. KSL, I dont give a damn, I run away from him anyway. Nessa? I'd die. Abel... hmm that's a tough question. If he hates me he'll be saying a lot of "Fuck you"(s) to me, which IS good entertainment... Haha no la, I'll cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.next thing you'll spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;That's very unpredictable but most probably food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.what's one toy you rmb having in the 90s?&lt;br /&gt;the cool wand thingy when sailor moon double transforms into the super sailor moon person. It makes noise and flashes when you press on the star :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.If you had a son what would you name him.?&lt;br /&gt;Tough question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Look through the nearest window. What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Palm trees. And if you peer really closely my neighbour's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Which of your friends do you argue with most?&lt;br /&gt;LL. Esp over who gets to be Junsu's wife. Which will be me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.What's your dream job?&lt;br /&gt;No room for negotiation, Tai Tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Who's the last person that you felt was stalking you?&lt;br /&gt;LL and Nessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.If you could have any car, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Dont know! Limosine, but I'm not the chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.What's your favourite breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Yong Tau Foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.How about a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Totally. On the back of right shoulder blade, or under collar bone, or ankle, or above tailbone. Really want one but parents will have a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.What mood are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Not very good. Signs that show I need sleep big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.What's a movie you want to see in the theatres?&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMER (which is off screen long ago, my biggest regret). For now it'll be secret, and hairspray! Anybody out there to watch with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.If you had to live somewhere else, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii. But since nessa said KAP, I'll just stick around and be her neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.What's the last four numbers of your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;Is this neccessary? Ok it's 5784. By saying this, I'd have reduced the combinations of numbers ppl have to guess for my number from 10^8: 10000000 to 10^3: 1000. Risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.How many hours did you sleep for last night?&lt;br /&gt;12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Where will your next car ride be to?&lt;br /&gt;This is a lame question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.If you could live in any TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Banju Theatre by dbsk cuz junsu's gonna fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.What video game do you play most?&lt;br /&gt;Pop Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Pyjamas and underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL YOU'RE GONNA THIS QUIZ FOR ME. Haha love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2962348352171557323?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2962348352171557323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2962348352171557323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2962348352171557323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2962348352171557323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiz-which-would-be-fun-to-review-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7904950724879586260</id><published>2007-08-29T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:50.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Omg omg blog dont die, reviving CPR foo foo foo, one two three four five six seven foo foo foo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to get a taste of adult life. No, not sex or all that shit, but rather the reducing freedom I had when I was young and led a carefree life. Uh huh maybe in a sense I also gained some kind of freedom, to go to places without always having to ask for permission, report my whereabouts 24/7. Ahh, the contradiction, how should I put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, I've been living on coffee. Without coffee I'd probably be dead right now. It's amazing how people can survive with less than 6 hours of sleep everyday. No wait, not simply survive, but actually look and act normal. Cuz I cant. With that pathetic amount of sleep, I wake up in a foul mood. I get ticked off so easily I sometimes feel sorry for scolding kenneth (but most of the times he still deserves it, wussy.) I shan't elaborate much on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've blogged, and I admit I cant really remember much details of the things I did for the past 2 weeks. I'll try my best to squeeze stuff out of my brain (which, at this point, nessa would prolly say "You got brain meh!?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent taken pictures of all the presents I received from my dears, and here are the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViVGNIwKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MFtvivffvCU/s1600-h/DSC01473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104093867276812450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViVGNIwKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MFtvivffvCU/s320/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My darling nessa is SO SO SO SWEET to make me this collage! She told me that for the first time in her whole life, she was RUNNING AWAY whenever she saw me. Cuz she cant let me see it until we meet after school. HAHA :D My heart skipped a beat when I saw it, and I was holding it and doing ballet jumps around the concourse out of pure happiness. I'm loved &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so pretty, and abel's&lt;/span&gt; face down at the bottom left hand corner is just, AWESOME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViHmNIwFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BIYnXFCmOdQ/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104093635348578386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViHmNIwFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BIYnXFCmOdQ/s320/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViH2NIwGI/AAAAAAAAAug/lVfrx9i0KYA/s1600-h/DSC01461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104093639643545698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViH2NIwGI/AAAAAAAAAug/lVfrx9i0KYA/s320/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one big surprise I got on my birthday. Don, the only sane guy (out of the 5) in my class gave me this present. It was so unexpected, and IT'S SO FRIGGING @!)@*$%)(! NICE. He actually drew the card himself, imagine that. He's not even a art student. Moreover, I barely even know him all that well! Thanks bunches Don, and we still hav another year to get to know each other better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViIWNIwHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iGq4wIjzZys/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104093648233480306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViIWNIwHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iGq4wIjzZys/s320/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA and this is from gabriel. The whole thing just spells the word "BIMBOTIC". HAHA! Even the brand is called "fluff". Ok just that on my part I think the word fluff is very bimbotic too (think legally blonde and her fluffy pen and notebook). But still, I like it a lot :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViImNIwII/AAAAAAAAAuw/5WlaFcdpwrY/s1600-h/DSC01472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104093652528447618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViImNIwII/AAAAAAAAAuw/5WlaFcdpwrY/s320/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK THIS IS SO CUTE. Haha gwenlynn (gabriel's younger sister) drew this card for me. SO CUTE (that the card AND her)!! I love you tons gwen &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViJGNIwJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/gG92z37DxTs/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104093661118382226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViJGNIwJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/gG92z37DxTs/s320/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND JESS!!! Even the characters on the files remind me of her. Haha jess I'm positive you'll make a awesome and fantastic friend, one that I can count on to go through thick and thin with. We'll slowly work our way together to become really close friends ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVhXmNIwBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iUgvneTVBIQ/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104092810714857490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVhXmNIwBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iUgvneTVBIQ/s320/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OG7 and others came out to celebrate my birthday on the 17th of August. We went to marina for steamboat cum bbq (I've never seen anything like that before and was immensely fascinated). Coincidentally, halfway through our dinner, came fireworks. We all rushed out, climbed and hung onto railings just to get a clearer view of the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel was at the back saying "Na, Jane, we planned those fireworks JUST FOR YOU, it's your birthday present. Do you know how much they cost of not, ten thousand dollars just for one leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha abel, ma chicken neh na hee yeh yom bo go she bal cock tau diu lei lo mo fig tish fuck you :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVhYmNIwCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/3aCPEpmXvbA/s1600-h/DSC00843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104092827894726690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVhYmNIwCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/3aCPEpmXvbA/s320/DSC00843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The OG met up on national day at island creamery. It was an exceptionally large og gathering cuz people like yong sheng and mel came too :)) It was dessert then lunch and lots of cards and talking. Not to forget cam whoring :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That picture, starting on the left, was hardcore rock, and really really mild pinkies on the right :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVhZGNIwDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6Sfp8SytD0M/s1600-h/DSC00838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104092836484661298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVhZGNIwDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6Sfp8SytD0M/s320/DSC00838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GIRLS &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVhZ2NIwEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TiLaRUoz1f0/s1600-h/DSC00832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104092849369563202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVhZ2NIwEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TiLaRUoz1f0/s320/DSC00832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CARDS &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha oh yes and talking about cards, I suppose bridge is like a JC game or smth. Hardly anyone knows about the existence of bridge in primary and secondary school. Then, when you step in poly or JC, seems like everyone knows how to play bridge. There's even a bridge competition coming up in AC, and friends, I'm in it (haha and why in the world would I not be in it. It's BRIDGE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeQmNIv8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dxWSLaxFyWQ/s1600-h/Pictures+of+a+day+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104089391920889794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeQmNIv8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dxWSLaxFyWQ/s320/Pictures%252Bof%252Ba%252Bday%252B029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's slowly becoming a habit to meet up with nessa after school just to hang out at the bleachers, or somewhere. Normally, when you put nessa and jane together, you'll get cam whores. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeRGNIv9I/AAAAAAAAAtY/5tVyHNDrZoI/s1600-h/Pictures+of+a+day+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104089400510824402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeRGNIv9I/AAAAAAAAAtY/5tVyHNDrZoI/s320/Pictures%252Bof%252Ba%252Bday%252B031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fire drill : STOP! DROP! ROLL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeRWNIv-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/_w9yk43NCOU/s1600-h/Pictures+of+a+day+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104089404805791714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeRWNIv-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/_w9yk43NCOU/s320/Pictures%252Bof%252Ba%252Bday%252B022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeRmNIv_I/AAAAAAAAAto/rIYdX1lA8Z8/s1600-h/jane+looks+emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104089409100759026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeRmNIv_I/AAAAAAAAAto/rIYdX1lA8Z8/s320/jane%252Blooks%252Bemo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeR2NIwAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/jRmYuwquDS0/s1600-h/DSC01468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104089413395726338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtVeR2NIwAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/jRmYuwquDS0/s320/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh how I love those 2 idiots :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way I crashed temasek poly the other day, with LL bringing me around. The fish and chips, or according to LL, fush and chup, was AMAZING. It's so nice, the portion's so big, and it only costs 2.60. A bowl of mushroom soup with alot of mushrooms only cost a ridiculous EIGHTY CENTS. I wonder how much profit that "lai, hallo" uncle actually yields by selling his food so cheaply. Adding to that, the indian store next door sells nice hot donuts at only 40 cents. OMG UNCLES ANUTIES ARE YOU ALL EARNING!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup and that will conclude my post for the day. I shall try to blog more often and capture all the tiny but happy moments I have from time to time. I dont want to grow up and forget them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and as footnote, the blogger's video quality is not good at all. Really jerky and lags alot. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jan3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7904950724879586260?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7904950724879586260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7904950724879586260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7904950724879586260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7904950724879586260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-omg-blog-dont-die-reviving-cpr-foo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RtViVGNIwKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MFtvivffvCU/s72-c/DSC01473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8157040549109492805</id><published>2007-08-29T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:46:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAO WHAO WHAOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a336239cb86322b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da336239cb86322b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330165383%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6994C35E7B050E7A41B50E3634F40D98A9CE1D89.404B77C86FA982794B291CEEDF1394362748ECF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da336239cb86322b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXtA_jQlqAE3GhMlI0C08kkS3SAc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da336239cb86322b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330165383%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6994C35E7B050E7A41B50E3634F40D98A9CE1D89.404B77C86FA982794B291CEEDF1394362748ECF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da336239cb86322b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXtA_jQlqAE3GhMlI0C08kkS3SAc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it working is it working!! Whao whaoo the advancement of technology... impressive impressive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8157040549109492805?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a336239cb86322b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8157040549109492805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8157040549109492805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8157040549109492805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8157040549109492805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/08/whao-whao-whaooo-is-it-working-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1113264499834204570</id><published>2007-08-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:28:11.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today, I was by the bleachers waiting for PE class to end. I saw Marc quite some distance away so I gave a big wave. After I stopped waving, 5 secs passed before Marc returned the gesture with a minuscules nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting dismissed, I walked towards marc and godwin with nessa beside me, and started talking to him 10m away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marc Khoo! When I wave to you you're supposed to make a more significant acknowledgement by giving like a wave or something, or it'll be really malu for me if I waved to someone so far away and thinking that person did not see me. It's like waving to nobody!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godwin: "what?? you talk damn fast la! you're talking like a machine gun! Honestly, what I heard was 'youtalkdamnfastyou'retalkinglikeamachinegun'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: "really meh!? No??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to nessa "no rite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa - shakes head-: "no ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: "See."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Silence (in which marc's supposed to reply already since we spent so much time bickering over my talking speed)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc: "em... say again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: "WHAT!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc: "em... you mean I nodded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: " YOU DIDNT!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I want to kick him. Haha k la, Marc's a nice nice person (for minority of the time)! Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1113264499834204570?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1113264499834204570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1113264499834204570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1113264499834204570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1113264499834204570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2245851514215270674</id><published>2007-08-13T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:53.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Were the people around me smiling when I was brought to this world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back I just finished watching this JDrama on a 14 year old girl who gave birth. She and her family went through a lot of pain, shed a lot of tears, but the joy she received upon seeing her baby was indescribable.  I can tell that every child is ultimately important to its parents, cuz they gave them life. But I'm not up to that level of understanding yet. Nahh I'm not complaining about anything here. I know my parents love me, but just how much they love me I dont think I'll know until I become a parent myself ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Aug 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's Birthday! Met up with dearest dearest OGers (say oh-guhhs) at island creamery. That, was the start of my constipation diet. I'll talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we played cards and had an amusing time watching Nessa steal Abel's chunky apple pieces and seeing Abel desperately trying to protect his apple pieces while controlling himself not to swear continuously. Oh how we love his "fuck you!" :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we cam whored outside island creamery with Uncle McDonald and headed to Al-ameen for lunch. Subsequently, we disbanded and the girls headed over to my place!! We just totally slacked in my room. Everybody was so lazy to get up to do something. Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near evening, a few of the girls left and jessica joined us (being Nessa, LL and I) for sleep over!! Talking about sleep over, I was so surprised when my dad immediately said yes when I asked him about it. In fact, I was so surprised (with a bizarre mixture of fear and relief) that I cried. Haha, and I mean really cry. Not just tears of joy or what. I was like okay how should I type this. "shhhnfff... hehhhh huhhh huhhh.... wuh nggggg..... hehh huhh huhhh" OK I dont know if that made sense but it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the sleep over (or did I even leave the topic). The four of us walked over to NTUC and started our food spree. We bought tons and tons and tons and zomg just tons of junk food, with a bill that totals up to 48 dollars. Jess sat in the trolley and Nessa was her Mum, LL her Dad, and me being the kidnapper. I kidnapped the helpless jess and hid her behind some aisle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNyKsM5vI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sBZVye2BEvE/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098160302441948914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNyKsM5vI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sBZVye2BEvE/s320/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNy6sM5wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wzIi_mXY5E4/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098160315326850818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNy6sM5wI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wzIi_mXY5E4/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBN0KsM5xI/AAAAAAAAAtA/FZfd8nt6viM/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098160336801687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBN0KsM5xI/AAAAAAAAAtA/FZfd8nt6viM/s320/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBN0qsM5yI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8e5qXlClpRg/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098160345391621922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBN0qsM5yI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8e5qXlClpRg/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started pigging out in the tatami room, watching tom and jerry and other random shows. Then, we watched more videos on the comp and made sushi in the kitchen which was fun fun fun (AND YUMMY TOO!). We played majong until 4am and I din win a single game :/ then, we zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning greeted us and we watched the simpsons season 2 (the movie was wayyyyy better). Nessa and Jess left for class gathering while LL and I continued pigging around in the bed which we conveniently shifted to in front of the comp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes about the constipation. All the way back to this morning, I din eat anth. Then, with annoying hunger pangs, I ate a McDonald's meal for lunch (I skipped dessert at island creamery = less guilt). Drank starfruit juice in Al-ameen. Ate KFC for dinner. We devoured choco teddy biscuits, chicken nuggets, seaweed, drinks, sushi, calbee hot and spicy, pringles, campbell's soup, cheese toast and dunno wad else, all within one night and one morning. Like whaooooo. CONSTIPATION ALARM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNT6sM5qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YbA2cyqut6w/s1600-h/DSC00849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098159782750906018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNT6sM5qI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YbA2cyqut6w/s320/DSC00849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNT6sM5rI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bBBa8v0rPmg/s1600-h/DSC00843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098159782750906034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNT6sM5rI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bBBa8v0rPmg/s320/DSC00843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNUasM5sI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kSgURUSr0yo/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098159791340840642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNUasM5sI/AAAAAAAAAsY/kSgURUSr0yo/s320/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh look at that poor thing. One of its eye (perfectly round) was scratched out, so I took nessa's liquid paper and wanted to draw it back for this fella. Then, it screwed up. Since I screwed up one eye, I hav to screw up the other one too, or it'll be unfair (or just really weird, as it'll look like this "O.o"). In conclusion, I screwed up everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNUqsM5tI/AAAAAAAAAsg/K0S-puRxVR8/s1600-h/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098159795635807954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNUqsM5tI/AAAAAAAAAsg/K0S-puRxVR8/s320/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zomggg look at this grape!! Look and the size of my finger and look at the grape again!! CUTEEEEE :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNU6sM5uI/AAAAAAAAAso/-i2vYbYBsn4/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098159799930775266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNU6sM5uI/AAAAAAAAAso/-i2vYbYBsn4/s320/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Cute thing &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay finally, my birthday. Nobody was free to celebrate with me today, sad, but that's alright! Cuz I'll see my lovelies very very soon :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first phone call I received was from Wai sum, then from Jess and Angel (we conf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing angel asked when we conf was "are we first are we first??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: NO. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Damn! *to jess* You see la! All your fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started having internal conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got msges from all my sweet sweet friends too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa: JANE WONG! Happy birthday sugar! I purposely stayed up just to wish you even though I have a maths test tmr so be HAPPY! Haha. I LOVE YOU dearest. May all your dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING JANIE! MAY UR BOOBS GROW, BRAIN SHRINK, BODY SHRINK, POCKET SWELL (so I can get free treats woo!), RESULTS FLY, GET A BF, HAVE BESTEST FRIENDS THAT LAST A LIFETIME, BROTHER UNNAGGY, PARENTS LIVE HEALTHY, FAMILY LIVE HARMONIOUSLY, SIS MORE HARDWORKING, ROCKY UN-TIC, LL GETTING ALL HER WISHES TO COME TRUE. All in all, having a perfect life! 1 yr older, better be more mature and work hard baby. see you in vegas (???). ha! I love you tons :D better keep this msg!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Lin: HAPPY BRITHDAY MORON! :D HAHA i hope you still remember your birthday surprise last year ya? We had tonnes of fun man. Hope you have a spanking seenteenth birthday and hav lots of fun! Haha though I cant be there to celebrate, i'll make it up to you! Thanks for being such a good friend, you're a rare gem! HAHA k la, sleep early and good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANE! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, you're so pretty, it's true..... Happy birthday to u! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daeyeon: SENG IL CHUKA HAE!! (i assume u wld figure out wat it means haha).. wish that u hv a fabulous 17th ur of ur life ahead of ya so u cld keep that beautiful smile always! =) wanna tell ya i rlly am glad to hv met ya &amp; hope we cld be closer frens haha.. happy b'day once again! -ur kimchi eating fren- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen: To my one and only JANIELICIOUS! Happy 17th birthday love! You've been such an awesomezastic friend! Pae times were so much fun with you! Our acapella, mahjong sessions. Haha. Enjoy your birthday! =D can't wait for our meetup on fri! I love you loads janie! More than junsu. Happy birthday once agn. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: Hello AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANE! Was wondering if should wish you at twelve but was thinking since you should be quite bored in class then I'll wish you during school. So anyway! Hope you have a very enjoyable day today! Seventeen years old ready. But it's okay. Just be as immature as ever. Like that then life more fun Haha. let me sing you birthday song. Happy happy birthday ja-ne dear, happy days will come to you all year, if I had a wish that it would be, a happy happy birthday to you from me. Hahaha cheesy la. All right. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the others who wished me too, THANKS BUNCHES!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE &lt;3 LOVE SOME MORE &lt;3 &lt;3 MORE &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here comes the lovely presents I received :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMZKsM5lI/AAAAAAAAArg/LEuAwI-dJa4/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098158773433591378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMZKsM5lI/AAAAAAAAArg/LEuAwI-dJa4/s320/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA omg nessa gave me the family size honey stars (which Jing Kai conveniently said he shared cost but he actually din!! Haha stupid.) and a birthday note! From reading her note, I realize tt vulgarities and expressions of love combine very well tgt. Like "we're gonna be friends for BLOODY ever". It jsut seems to emphasize your love even more. For instance "I love you fucking a lot". Haha I dont know if the meaning's going thru but that's just how I feel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMZasM5mI/AAAAAAAAAro/-hxwc7I0uBI/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098158777728558690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMZasM5mI/AAAAAAAAAro/-hxwc7I0uBI/s320/DSC01452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From my sister! My brother demanded why didnt my sister get me a pig mug. Why cow, and not pig. Stupid brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMZqsM5nI/AAAAAAAAArw/cua_y_licgc/s1600-h/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098158782023526002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMZqsM5nI/AAAAAAAAArw/cua_y_licgc/s320/DSC01454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum got me this! Both of us like precious moments ornaments, but they're so unreasonably expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMZ6sM5oI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZB4A70M0UUg/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098158786318493314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMZ6sM5oI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZB4A70M0UUg/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH.MY.GAWD. The most impactful present I've received this year. The face alone made me hyperventilate. I was jumping around in class, and started caressing his face and kissing the photo. I'm OBSESSED. JUNSUUUUUUU &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMaqsM5pI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lvem6W_htnw/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098158799203395218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBMaqsM5pI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lvem6W_htnw/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha and that's the back of the card with junsu's face on it! From lovely sylvia :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKY6sM5gI/AAAAAAAAAq4/DMZ3g8sG_dk/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098156570115368450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKY6sM5gI/AAAAAAAAAq4/DMZ3g8sG_dk/s320/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A belt from my maid! So sweet :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKZasM5hI/AAAAAAAAArA/OsT70uUQB3Y/s1600-h/DSC01451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098156578705303058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKZasM5hI/AAAAAAAAArA/OsT70uUQB3Y/s320/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AHHHHH, POTATO SALAD!!! Ah chua, this is wayyy better than fanciful gifts. I LOVE IT!! Haha was it cuz I mentioned the other time that i really like your potato salad that you decided to make me this for my brithday :D Anyway this salad is SO GOOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKZ6sM5iI/AAAAAAAAArI/Q0MrxXUqoSU/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098156587295237666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKZ6sM5iI/AAAAAAAAArI/Q0MrxXUqoSU/s320/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha looks like alot of stuff from my brother isnt it, with that big paper bag and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKaKsM5jI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pFleNLgmM8U/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098156591590204978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKaKsM5jI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pFleNLgmM8U/s320/DSC01457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually it's only the 2 pairs of earring at the corner la, but I like them :DDD My brother had his nose stuck up in the air and reckon he have superb taste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKaqsM5kI/AAAAAAAAArY/0vLmjmq_CoI/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098156600180139586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBKaqsM5kI/AAAAAAAAArY/0vLmjmq_CoI/s320/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly, needless for explaination on what it is. My dad, after everyone has given their presents, danced towards me chanting "now this gift is the most practical"...whipped out this thing from behind his back and placed it 5 cm from my nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You can buy anything with this, that includes potato chips, chocolate, sweets (he's trying to imply that I'm fat)... So prcatical"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"it'll be even more practical if you give me another 100 dollars :D"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2245851514215270674?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2245851514215270674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2245851514215270674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2245851514215270674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2245851514215270674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-people-around-me-smiling-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RsBNyKsM5vI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sBZVye2BEvE/s72-c/DSC01441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4695974576049116174</id><published>2007-08-07T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:47:01.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Powderful hairs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1hLURkIh7E&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1hLURkIh7E&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Go listen to that song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Oh ok, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 minute later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: SHE SING THE VERSE MY HAIR STAND ALR LA. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: EVEN MY FACIAL HAIR ALSO STAND LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: FACIAL HAIR!?!? HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I just find it extremely funny. We're talking about FACIAL HAIR here. They're STANDING. Haha like cooool :DDD Ah angel you make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way you people shd go listen to it too. Maybe even your armpit hair will stand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4695974576049116174?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4695974576049116174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4695974576049116174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4695974576049116174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4695974576049116174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/08/powderful-hairs-jane-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-217790773358313908</id><published>2007-08-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:28:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yup, you got me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ahh ahh I'm suddenly getting really excited. I was reading jessica's blog when I came across one of her old post with the heading "&lt;em&gt;True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable - Dave Tyson Gentry&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It excites meeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha what I'm saying is just that I've always always felt that way, just that I'm not sure how to put it and even if I did know how to put it I couldnt be sure if it'll be a valid statement. And now, there's a FAMOUS PERSON (although really, I dont know who he is, but he must be famous cuz he said smth and it became a quote) who said the EXACT SAME WORDS I've always been like itching to validate. YAYY DAVEEE :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so back to the quote, I think it's very very very very very very true. Been there done that for like tons of times yo! Just want to again share this quote with everyone (much thanks to pretty jess!!) ok I dont know why I am hyperventilating but it just happens to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-217790773358313908?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/217790773358313908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=217790773358313908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/217790773358313908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/217790773358313908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/08/yup-you-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-550260774805448720</id><published>2007-08-04T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:05:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dont talk to me now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much anger and sadness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out as a great day. My mum, sister and I went to town together at noon. It has been real long since I've went out with my mum, and I knew it was gonna be fun. We went to have lunch at sushi tei, then I went to have my facial session which was scheduled at 2. After the much agonizing process (yes facial is painful), I went down to meet my mum and sister. We shopped for a bit, and ended up in DKNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying some clothes with my mum in the dressing room. I like this particular blouse but it was a little too tight up at the shoulder blade and chest. The larger sizes were out of stock, so I was down there contemplating whether to get it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Aiya, I go back HK and help you see if there's a bigger size la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? HK? But by then it'll be winter already wad, where are you gonna find this short sleeved blouse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:" Winter? Why would it be winter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (very confused): "Huh? December not winter meh??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "next week la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "YOU'RE GOING BACK TO HK NEXT WEEK!? Why you never tell me???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "tell you for wad. The other time there's no more air tickets ma, so we go back next week la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But next next week's my birthday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Aiya, then this (the blouse) is your birthday present lo. Do you know how much it cost or not, 300+ leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause, and finally I opened my mouth and said I dont want the blouse already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Why? It's nice wad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I dont really like it THAT much la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, I was feeling really moody, and couldnt stop myself from ignoring my mum. What was she thinking man? She think I got so worked up about her and dad going back to hk cuz I wont get a BIRTHDAY PRESENT!? If that's really the case I could've just thrown a bitch fit and demand for a large sum of money cant I? How insensitive can one get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasnt the first time it has happened. And it's not like as if they have no choice but to go back next week. I dont want to end up like those tragic drama, where the parents are so obsessed in getting richer that they totally neglect their kids, throwing money at them and thinking it'll make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are supposed to make you special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-550260774805448720?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/550260774805448720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=550260774805448720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/550260774805448720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/550260774805448720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-talk-to-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5887696014588026726</id><published>2007-07-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:47:43.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;@($*57)(&lt;a href="mailto:*!&amp;@$8"&gt;*!&amp;amp;@$8&lt;/a&gt;@#*^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I've never been so fucking busy in my whole life before. This is getting out of hand. I'm getting really pissed off at life. Fuck life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nessa darling, I'm terribly sorry that I havent posted about the "weird things about you" thing. I'll do it asap ya! Love you tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5887696014588026726?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5887696014588026726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5887696014588026726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5887696014588026726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5887696014588026726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/07/57-fuck-ive-never-been-so-fucking-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7769228271107184418</id><published>2007-07-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:45:56.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you measure, measure a year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting older by the day. For some reason, time seems to pass at breakneck speed. One day after another, one week after another, one MONTH after another. Is it just that my memory's getting better, or is time really passing by too quickly for me to register. We're almost stepping into August, and to think the day I stepped into AC's already a whole four months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is four months a long long period of time? I always question myself, why in the world am I taking so long to adapt. Wait, I think I've adapted, but, why in the world am I taking so long to fall in love with AC? P.S I have yet to done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I have friends, great friends in AC. However, I'm still not waking up each morning without dreading going to school. I see my friends saying: "Oh God... I hate school too. So much fucking work to do. The only thing that keeps me going, the sole reason why I WANT to go to school, is to see all my classmates and friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I dont love my friends in AC. I have people in there who're keeping me going, people like Nessa, Jess, Ah Chua, Si Meng, and their awesome lovely classmates. I'm growing to like my classmates more, esp Sylvie. But thing is, I had something so much better, everything seems bland now. I must again stress that, I really really love some people in AC, they're probably the people that's keeping me from breaking down time and again. I dont know how to express myself properly... it's just... Arghh. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making myself frustrated and upset and I think I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jan3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7769228271107184418?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7769228271107184418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7769228271107184418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7769228271107184418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7769228271107184418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/07/five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand-six.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-6216714168857144676</id><published>2007-07-20T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:57.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A walk down memory lane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was speech day. Going back to my secondary school brought back alot of memories. At the same time, I seem to view st.margs in a different light. Have I been living through my secondary school years as a naive, innocent little girl? I used to think it is a great school, but now I'm not so sure anymore. How could I have missed all those ugly school politics right in front of my eyes? Maybe now, standing as an "outsider", I am finally able to see past that holy veil of "saint", and see that glimpse of evil shadow underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, dont get me wrong. I love my classmates, my schoolmates. They're wonderful people. But just look at the whole school system. Look at the people running it, what can you see? CORRUPTION. Everything is so wrong. I believe and understand that to a certain extent, every school will have some kind of unmentioned politics. But in that case, why let us see it? Why not just suck all the advantages you can get and keep it a secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, the big boss of the school. You're the worst amongst them all. You have not gained any respect from anyone of us because you're so full of shit. Please, dont act so honourable and holy, because all you know is how to accuse people of something they did not do. Dont jump the gun, and think you've got it all figured, because you didnt. I used to love the school so much, but you spoilt it all. You, owe the entire school population an apology. YOU, owe the entire school population an apology for being such a shitass principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee, that woman spoils my mood. Anyway if you ignore all those ugly shit about school, going back there sure was fun :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all those familiar faces, esp people like jia lin gives me that sugar rush. A bad thing happened just before speech day, but I shant mention it anymore, still, u ought to know that we all still love you wooooo :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Eunice Olsen was our guest of honour, cuz she was a ex st.margs girl. For those who doesnt know who she is, she's the nominated member of parliament and ex miss singapore universe. Haha she's pretty as hell. She was a ex ACJC girl too, and when I went up stage to receive the prize from her, she shook my hand and asked like "oh, you're from ACJC too? you're from arts fac or science?". Xiao Xuan was so jealous she almost wanted to kill me. I bet she have a secret crush on Ms Olsen or smth. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took alot of pictures after speech day (including 2 with Ms Olsen). We started fooling around while everybody's busy enjoying refreshments. On that fateful night, Angel, my lovely lovely bestie, STUCK A FUCKING JELLYBEAN UP MY NOSE. OMG, YES! A JELLYBEAN!! UP MY NOSTRILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even like those round small oval jellybeans you normally see. It's like the shape of a medicine capsule but EVEN LONGER!!! Angel took that red thing between her fingers and menacingly shoved it up my nose. GAWD, the WHOLE THING went it. I was like laughing and screaming while trying to dig it out. Man it was tough, I had to use my nails, dig into it and after like wad 15 secs (and if you're in my shoe you'd also know that 15 secs super long) I managed to take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho, dont think I'll happily laugh it off. I chased Angel all around the canteen, with that contaminated jellybean still between my fingers. I shouted and screamed at her, threatening to shove it, this time, down her throat. In the end, we were both tired of running, so she decided and said "ok ok fine, I'll do it to myself too ya." She took another jellybean and stuck it in her nose, and we took a picture. Niceeee :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that was frigging fun, but the not so fun part is that for the next 2 days, my pi sai was wad, PINK in colour. I thought I nose bled ok. TWO DAYS, PINK PI SAI. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDcFYhPprI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Fqv1nUkAlbU/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089309563968005810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDcFYhPprI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Fqv1nUkAlbU/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was the 4e6 outing to Samakau Landfill. I dont think the trip was fun, but the travelling part was! We took a ferry and Jesslyn almost vomitted on the deck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbqIhPpmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/mQm3LbuzjxE/s1600-h/sentosa+sexy+seven!+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089309095816570466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbqIhPpmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/mQm3LbuzjxE/s320/sentosa+sexy+seven!+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbq4hPpnI/AAAAAAAAApY/EwAwYydd6YM/s1600-h/sentosa+sexy+seven!+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089309108701472370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbq4hPpnI/AAAAAAAAApY/EwAwYydd6YM/s320/sentosa+sexy+seven!+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbrohPpoI/AAAAAAAAApg/0jQ2A5k5-CQ/s1600-h/sentosa+sexy+seven!+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089309121586374274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbrohPpoI/AAAAAAAAApg/0jQ2A5k5-CQ/s320/sentosa+sexy+seven!+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If only Jia Lin's there, this sexy 7 picture would've been beautiful beyond measure :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbsIhPppI/AAAAAAAAApo/Ju8FfDl6Qes/s1600-h/DSC05682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089309130176308882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbsIhPppI/AAAAAAAAApo/Ju8FfDl6Qes/s320/DSC05682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swear this was candid. None of us knew tanya was taking this pic, except for Jia, who just managed to see it when tanya snapped the pic. I like this picture alot :DDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbsohPpqI/AAAAAAAAApw/5vMKj4cIBn4/s1600-h/DSC05709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089309138766243490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDbsohPpqI/AAAAAAAAApw/5vMKj4cIBn4/s320/DSC05709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look like a frigging dead fish. And I never knew I was THAT fair, corpse brideee. Bridging in class was fun :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZuIhPphI/AAAAAAAAAoo/SLjDTEH0mkY/s1600-h/CIMG1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089306965512791570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZuIhPphI/AAAAAAAAAoo/SLjDTEH0mkY/s320/CIMG1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last day of sec 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZuohPpiI/AAAAAAAAAow/fIV1fNAA34U/s1600-h/CIMG1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089306974102726178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZuohPpiI/AAAAAAAAAow/fIV1fNAA34U/s320/CIMG1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZvIhPpjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/a_JoufdrCxo/s1600-h/CIMG1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089306982692660786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZvIhPpjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/a_JoufdrCxo/s320/CIMG1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZvohPpkI/AAAAAAAAApA/PsM8hgxkmjU/s1600-h/CIMG1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089306991282595394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZvohPpkI/AAAAAAAAApA/PsM8hgxkmjU/s320/CIMG1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZwIhPplI/AAAAAAAAApI/GkHOJOpv30o/s1600-h/CIMG1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089306999872530002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDZwIhPplI/AAAAAAAAApI/GkHOJOpv30o/s320/CIMG1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDYaIhPpfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7XL0il0ETdo/s1600-h/Sexy+seven.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089305522403780082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDYaIhPpfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7XL0il0ETdo/s320/Sexy+seven.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You people mean alot alot alot to me. I love you guys &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDYaYhPpgI/AAAAAAAAAog/zqmGLAsjSEE/s1600-h/Image(239).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089305526698747394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDYaYhPpgI/AAAAAAAAAog/zqmGLAsjSEE/s320/Image(239).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha look at the tootiness when we were in sec 3! Whee :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXW4hPpaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/HAPpc_xgoFQ/s1600-h/Ah+chua,+me+jia+jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089304367057577378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXW4hPpaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/HAPpc_xgoFQ/s320/Ah+chua,+me+jia+jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXW4hPpbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uif7OdU8WGs/s1600-h/ahh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089304367057577394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXW4hPpbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uif7OdU8WGs/s320/ahh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXXIhPpcI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PXwwBE9Y0tY/s1600-h/CIMG1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089304371352544706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXXIhPpcI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PXwwBE9Y0tY/s320/CIMG1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXXohPpdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gFalh7DMAxw/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089304379942479314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXXohPpdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gFalh7DMAxw/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super blend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXXohPpeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BpOx-Uolajk/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089304379942479330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDXXohPpeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BpOx-Uolajk/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tau Pok on my birthday celebration last year :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDVVohPpYI/AAAAAAAAAng/7LFwLV-NPIk/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089302146559485314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDVVohPpYI/AAAAAAAAAng/7LFwLV-NPIk/s320/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Primary school uniform! The Pinafore still fits, though it's super short. The waist belt cant even go around my underbust, so I had to take my own belt out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDVWIhPpZI/AAAAAAAAAno/s_mhsYKTOAQ/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089302155149419922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDVWIhPpZI/AAAAAAAAAno/s_mhsYKTOAQ/s320/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3ZohPpUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hJN-BnUBf1M/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089128492441773378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3ZohPpUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hJN-BnUBf1M/s320/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Star as part of St.Marg's "Walk of Stars" :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3Z4hPpVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/uMJzhxKhsok/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089128496736740690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3Z4hPpVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/uMJzhxKhsok/s320/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's sorta like a gift for those students who achieved 5 distinctions and above for O's (though we have to pay it ourselves, ha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3aYhPpWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YrQPRXOe4vw/s1600-h/DSC01416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089128505326675298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3aYhPpWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YrQPRXOe4vw/s320/DSC01416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3aohPpXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ynJMfPVmAn0/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089128509621642610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3aohPpXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ynJMfPVmAn0/s320/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA omg I hope alvar doesnt read my blog. Geez actually I kinda wish he does, but that's highly impossible. I'M NOT A STALKER NEITHER AM I A FREAKSHOW. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3A4hPpTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tT2_AuN9POg/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089128067240011058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqA3A4hPpTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tT2_AuN9POg/s320/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely darlings Nessa and Jess. They make school life much more bearable :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally got back the result slip for term exams. Thanks to those common tests and assignments, I did pretty ok overall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese - A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology - B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry - C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Econs - D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gp - E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths - E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I actually got a U for maths in the exam, but my tests pulled me up to a E :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother JUST realize that I take econs as a H1, and for some stupid reason he's super pissed off. He thought I take 4 H2s, and was pissed at why I didnt discuss with him. Like hello I told him I'm taking BCMe, and he didnt bother asking anything. He conveniently assumed that it's normal to take 4 H2s. He's in frigging Hwa Chong for goodness sake. It's the norm THERE, doesnt mean it is everywhere else. I think he has never even heard of 3 H2s and 1 H1. I swear he's more naggy than anybody's mum, and he's only 18. Freakkkkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[jaN3___*]&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-6216714168857144676?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/6216714168857144676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=6216714168857144676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6216714168857144676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/6216714168857144676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/07/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RqDcFYhPprI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Fqv1nUkAlbU/s72-c/IMG_2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8221728778392509623</id><published>2007-07-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:57.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why oh why Blogger, do you not love me? SCREW YOU THEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to make a guess? YES YES blogger is failing me again. Why wont it let me post my pictures? I managed to post 4, but after that, nada. So frustrating. Maybe it's karma, from cursing blogger too much. Oh blogger blogger, I love you so, you are my chocolate mousse (or something I cant rmb but it appeared before in nessa's poem for herself in my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME POST MY PICTURES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood anymore. I was looking at the pictures I wanted to post and thinking of the things I wanted to say, but since I cant post them, my mood is gone. teesshhh. I'll try again tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fortunate survivors of blogger's picture barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong Neoprints :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp965YhPpPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/KLZMSa1av_Q/s1600-h/Neoprint+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088921230204970226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp965YhPpPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/KLZMSa1av_Q/s320/Neoprint+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp965ohPpQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1DGg_Ibm3YM/s1600-h/Neoprint+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088921234499937538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp965ohPpQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1DGg_Ibm3YM/s320/Neoprint+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp9654hPpRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZlEdCIvdE1g/s1600-h/Neoprint4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088921238794904850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp9654hPpRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZlEdCIvdE1g/s320/Neoprint4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp9654hPpSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3tOoVJftQGw/s1600-h/Neoprint2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088921238794904866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp9654hPpSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3tOoVJftQGw/s320/Neoprint2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8221728778392509623?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8221728778392509623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8221728778392509623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8221728778392509623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8221728778392509623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-oh-why-blogger-do-you-not-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rp965YhPpPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/KLZMSa1av_Q/s72-c/Neoprint+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5141696375008616379</id><published>2007-07-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:30:59.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday you told me bout the blue blue sky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all that I can see, is just the yellow lemon tree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my recent favourite song. Old, yes I know. The lyrics doesn't even really make sense, but I just really like it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've only gotten back my Chem and Math paper, both bearing ridiculous results. Ridiculously surprising good results. Haha not that I did well, hell the results sucks, but considering I went "Yayy! I'm Screwed!" after finishing every paper, the results I got back was far better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected to have borderline fail or worse for chem (which I only started studying the 2 days before the exam, like seriously), and freak I got 35.5/60 (59%). I only need half a mark more to get a B but I'm not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Math, ha. I left at least 25 marks worth of blanks in the total 50 marks paper. After the paper I was like thinking to myself I cant even guarantee myself a double digit. Math is like my most screwed paper, like you-can-get-zero screwed. But the marker must have liked my handwriting or something, cuz I got 18/50 (36%) which is a U, but HAHA I was SO happy. Like really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my bio teacher gave a a sneak peek on our bio paper. She flashed the mcq answers on the board so that we can mark our answers if we scribbled them on our question booklet. I got 17/20, which is a great sign. Please please please give me a A for bio. At least there'll be something to show my brother and pray to God he wont ban me from using the computer. Like weird huh, I'm not even worried about what my parents would do to me, cuz they dont normally do anything. My brother is such an old fart. And to think he's only 1 year older than me. Freaky old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terms exam ended with me shrieking in delight, with little care about how badly I did for all my papers. That was 29th june, which happens to be Cheryl's birthday. As usual, sexy 7 planned a surprise party for her. We plan a surprise for everyone, so much so that you know it's sure to come and it's not really a surprise anymore. Haha in any case it's still nice to receive pleasant "surprises" isn't it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl went out with a friend for dinner, which gave us a good opportunity to sneak into her house and decorate her room. When we reached her house, we shouted for the maid but nobody answered, so we just opened the gate, opened the door and went in. Just think how easily a thief can do the same thing without anybody knowing :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drawing on her windows, blowing lots of balloons and sticking stuff on her ceiling, we called cheryl and met her for pool. She thought we're just gonna stay with her for pool, and was disappointed that we didnt plan any sort of celebration for her (surprise semi successful!). Cheryl, Jess, Angel, Sophie, Louisa and I played pool till around 11, and I said I'm damn tired, and was lazy to take bus back to cheryl's house. Jess stalled Cheryl and louisa by telling them to buy prata for us, while we quickly cabbed back to cheryl's house. Everything was going well, and when this happens, you know that something's just bound to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisa didnt know about the surprise party, so when the 3 of them walked back home, louisa looked up and said "hey cheryl! your room's lights are on!". Cheryl looked up, and saw the big fat words we wrote on her window panes, like "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" and "WE LOVE YOU CHERYL". Surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha even though it didnt turn out all that well, we had a great time eating prata and talking rubbish. I laughed a hell lot, and was really happy that whole night. That was until my mum called me and shouted at me over the phone. Haha I cant blame her, it was 2am and I didnt even call home before that. So I rushed home, and inevitably got a huge scolding from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd of july's my Mum's birthday, so the day before, I met up with angel cheryl and jess to get her a present. We spent most of the time fooling around instead. Haha :)) I was wearing my heels, and had been walking non-stop for hours. The pressure on my sole almost caused my knees to buckle. After looking around for DAMN long and still nothing found, I decided to just get her a gel eye mask from crabtree and evelyn. My mum's got eye bag problems, and fortunately she likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt have school on tuesday too, cuz it was still an exam day but has got nothing to do with us. It was pretty coincidental cuz tuesday's my mum's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how old my Mum is now, so I just went to ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mamee, how old are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gave me a I'm-a-young-fresh-girl grin. Like omg. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her "birthday present", my dad decided to treat her to a dinner. We ate seafood and the abalones sure are good stuff man :D I'm so blessed. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got her a book. Like please, my mum NEVER reads. Magazines definitely, but a touching novel that talks about a grandmother? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is pretty smart to get her a cd of a old singer. It cost 20 dollars and I was rather shocked she'd spend that amount for my mum's present. Freak, my present's only 13 dollars. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was SUCH a bad day for me. SO BAD. Like OMG why the hell is this happening kind of bad. I'm so tempted to scold "fuck" right now but I'm trying to restrain myself, cuz my brother say it's not cool for girls to say fuck :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway school resumed on wednesday. I woke up and early in the morning have to be annoyed by a really &lt;strike&gt;fucked up&lt;/strike&gt; irritating very not nice bus uncle. He seriously have got some attitude problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us got up the bus and starting tapping cards. I couldnt find mine so I put my bag on the platform beside the door and started looking for my wallet. At the same time, a AC student put in 55 cents into the coin box thing and walked deeper into the bus. Before getting 5 steps away, the bus uncle half stood and shouted at him. YES LIKE SHOUTED &lt;strike&gt;(fucker)&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ey you you! Come back come back! Where's your bus concession (student ez-link)??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? er.. I din bring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didnt bring then i cannot give you half price! pay now, 1 dollar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, ok fine it's not that he's wrong, but his tone was SO kao bei. The guy's already wearing AC's uniform. He think people will go around wearing uniform at 6.30am just to pretend to ba a student and get half price meh. Cheapskate also got limit one wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not even all. So the guy paid his money and everyone eventually settled down. I finally found my wallet and tapped it. But cuz the bus was already moving, I stayed there continue standing, cuz I wanted to wait for the bus to stop before moving in. When he bus's approaching the next bus stop, the uncle suddenly turn around (OMG LIKE KEEP YOUR STUPID EYES ON THE ROAD) and snapped at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ey hello, move to the rear. Move in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood and stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ey you! Move in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle! I'm just waiting for the bus to stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bus stop already, move in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA LAO! THE BUS HAVENT STOP YET LAR! Seriously, it HAVENT stopped yet. I was SO pissed. Wad's his problem. I mean like, I will definitely move in, I just dont want to fall down unnecessarily. Even so, the board in the bus says "PLEASE move to the rear", not "You MUST move to the rear or I'll be a real pain in the ass and give you some attitude problem". He's like some menopause uncle or something. And he really should be worrying about hypertension. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was a bad morning, and there's still more to where that came from. Without change, wednesdays are days that starts at 8 and end at 2, with only a 20 minutes break for the whole day, which is used to change out of PE. Talk about pe, we had to PRACTISE 2.4. I was totally caught off guard on that one. I was wearing converse and a tight bra that doesnt exactly facilitate breathing. I ran and at the 5 round, got cramps on my calves. So I continued anyway, for that practise, I passes by ONE frigging second. So close. But the cramp didnt stop. I couldnt change out of PE in time during the break, so had to after the next class. With the cramp still following me around (by the way, my legs are STILL hurting from the cramps. Like, I cant gek my muscles there without having them on the verge of cramping again. Feel my pain.) , I ran un the stairs to my lecture hall, which I was unfortunately late. When asked for reason, I said I had to change out, but she didnt give me enogh time to tell her about the cramps, so I was still scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next lecture wasnt all that better either. Actually, it was pretty funny. The period was chem lecture, and when I asked my classmates where it is held, she said LT2. They went to the toilet so I followed a crowd into LT2. When I went in, the lecturer inside told me to lock the door. I did in and turned around, searching for my class. I couldnt find any of them, nor can I find nessa's class, which's in the same lecture as me. A bit confused, I just found a seat and sat down. I started msging my classmate, saying that the lecturer has locked the door, so they should hurry up. I looked up, and saw Lancelot Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take out your lecture notes now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought "What the hell is Lancelot Lim doing in a chem lecture? Isnt he a econs teacher? Whao, he even teaches chem? cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the visualizer and tried to figure out where the lecture stopped, but I saw words like "firms", "acquisition", and I was like, WHAT CHAPTER IS THIS THAT TALKS ABOUT FIRMS!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I received a call. I bent down and picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG JANE, YOU'RE IN THE WRONG LT. IT'S &lt;strong&gt;LT1&lt;/strong&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like thinking, "omg jane, you're fucked big time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for about 10 seconds, not knowing what to do. After gathering lots of courage from who-knows-where, I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs, stopping in front of Lancelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damn softly) "em sir... I went to the wrong LT..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancelot (move closer) : "what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he moved closer, the mike that he was holding obviously came closer as well. I used my hand to block the mike, and said damn softly again that I went to the wrong LT. I think he caught it this time, and realized why I pushed the mike away. He acted deaf and was like "Huh? Say again?", and he moved his mike directly in front of my mouth. Like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say into the mike again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HE WANTS ME TO TELL THE WHOLE LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like SUPER embarrassed and had my tongue tied. The whole LT realized what's happening and everyone was like laughing at me. OH MY GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lancelot had his fun, and finally let me off. I ran to the door and pushed it. Since it didnt open, I pulled it. It didnt open either, then I realized I LOCKED THE DOOR JUST NOW. LIKE WTH HOW CAN I FORGET. I unbolt the lock and hell yea bolted out of the LT. SO MALU. SO SO SO MALU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those excitements of the day had me landed with an extreme headache. I think partly from wasted too much energy during PE. Well that was more or less the end of my bad day, which was thankfully made much better when I went to nessa's house :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened for the last 2 days, and even if there were I'm too tired to really say anymore. I'll do this again another day laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084108094403984642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5hYAajPQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_2cWW-RRi-A/s320/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oh oh before going to cheryl's house to decorate angel came with og for pool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gAQajPLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Rcz2IaRQ4V4/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084106586870463666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gAQajPLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Rcz2IaRQ4V4/s320/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yayy Nessa and pool makes me happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gAgajPMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/yF8EqWGVfW4/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084106591165430978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gAgajPMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/yF8EqWGVfW4/s320/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha OMG just look at how gigantic I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gAwajPNI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZDridS0-JGE/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084106595460398290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gAwajPNI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZDridS0-JGE/s320/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poke my ass baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gBQajPOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sVovOPffkpE/s1600-h/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084106604050332898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gBQajPOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sVovOPffkpE/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup that's the right spot! (Ok what's wrong with me...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gBgajPPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/XVxJvbGxSfU/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084106608345300210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5gBgajPPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/XVxJvbGxSfU/s320/DSC01393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha I have no idea what nessa was doing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5elQajPGI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BrdTLM2tW_c/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105023502367842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5elQajPGI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BrdTLM2tW_c/s320/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those balls are dirty man, nessa you must go wash face later hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5elgajPHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yXAAb21_2lo/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105027797335154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5elgajPHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yXAAb21_2lo/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just look at the state of that pool table. But it's free so what the heck :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5elwajPII/AAAAAAAAAkk/qbcojuFzXaY/s1600-h/DSC01381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105032092302466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5elwajPII/AAAAAAAAAkk/qbcojuFzXaY/s320/DSC01381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STAB YOU TILL YOU DIE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5emAajPJI/AAAAAAAAAks/jANyj-iS9ic/s1600-h/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105036387269778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5emAajPJI/AAAAAAAAAks/jANyj-iS9ic/s320/DSC01382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smash your brains out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5emQajPKI/AAAAAAAAAk0/j7B839-Nv_0/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105040682237090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5emQajPKI/AAAAAAAAAk0/j7B839-Nv_0/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm gonna do it I swear. Haha no la :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5141696375008616379?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5141696375008616379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5141696375008616379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5141696375008616379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5141696375008616379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-you-told-me-bout-blue-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Ro5hYAajPQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_2cWW-RRi-A/s72-c/DSC01378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7459268791589758697</id><published>2007-06-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:16:49.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Appreciation for everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my GP and chem papers today. I dont even want to talk about them. Screw GP and chem. Heck, screw everything except for chinese, cuz that's probably the only subject in which I wont fail. I hope. I dont think I should be too confident, I might even fail chinese cuz I din touch it for so long. Tsk. Still, I like my chinese teacher, so I dont want to disappoint him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa came over to my house just now. We bought sushi from cold storage and she stayed for about half an hour before leaving for her piano lesson. Haha her internet's down so she blogged with my computer. Had alot of retarded little laughs in that half an hour. She was actually moshing around to the song "come home running", imagine that. And I'm the only human being around for her to mosh, imagine that. She was literally chasing me around the room, and moshing turned to humping. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a sweet girl, I'm glad I have her around :)) Haha good thing she wont see this embarrassing statement until this weekend becuase of her malfunctioning internet! Hmm to think about it, it's quite a good way to show your appreciation for friends if you're too shy to say it face to face. Haha I've hardly said "I love you" or "I miss you" to my friends face to face before, not even Angel. No wonder she was complaining the other time that I've never said I love you to her before. And she forced me to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I mean, of course I love my friends, but it's difficult for me to express it verbally without flushing terribly. I think it's because it's not in the family. You see in all those ang moh shows, how the dad always tells the child "son, I love you" and the son goes "I love you too Dad" and all those stuff. Those 3 words NEVER appeared in my family before. I think it's just not in the chinese culture. It rather weird to hear people in the family going around saying "wo ai ni". In fact, it's "ngo oi lei" in cantonese, which is even rarer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so, I love you all, friends :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7459268791589758697?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7459268791589758697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7459268791589758697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7459268791589758697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7459268791589758697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/06/appreciation-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1486846665612400726</id><published>2007-06-24T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:09:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Papa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - crazy old man&lt;br /&gt;Mui tao - Jane&lt;br /&gt;Amy - my sister&lt;br /&gt;Mum - by far the most sane person in the whole family but occasionally likes to crack cold jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so one lazy afternoon (15 minutes ago to be exact), I was relaxing on the oto massage chair and reading my chem notes when my dad came out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad (Clapped hands once): Yes, Mui Tao is heavier than me now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: How heavy are you, I'm 70kg now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: If you're not telling me then you're 74kg. That's right! You're 74kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dad walked over to the doorway, looked out into the garden and slapped his butt with his 2 hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad (Singing): Amyyyy, amy is as heavy as meeee~&lt;br /&gt;Mum: So you're saying amy is a fat woman?&lt;br /&gt;Me: SO EVERYBODY'S CALLING ME A FAT WOMAN???&lt;br /&gt;Dad (Turns around): Correct, correct! You're 100% correct! (sings) Mui Tao is a fat womannn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1486846665612400726?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1486846665612400726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1486846665612400726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1486846665612400726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1486846665612400726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/06/papa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-5789252120694760338</id><published>2007-06-22T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:31:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ow, it hurts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm starting to lose touch with everyone I know. I was doing this song quiz thing copied from timo's blog, when there's this question "What do you think of your besties?", and the song that popped out from iTunes was "part of your world", Little Mermaid OST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, but which part? Where are they now? Right smack in the centre, or way out at the skirts of my world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being in the centre of attention, being noticed by friends, knowing that I'm always surrounded by them, and never lonely. In the past, I hardly ever lack that sort of happiness. Laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh. But now I stopped. It scares me, that people might be slowly forgetting about me. The significance of a person to another is determined by the things they went through together, the memories they had. But memories dont often last as long as you thought they would. Eventually, they start to fade, and become stale. I used to be so happy, but seems like my life is heading for a downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother said if I fail my term exams, I'll have to stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My glasses snapped into half. I dont even know how it happened. I put it on, and it broke. Like, the bridge between the 2 lens just broke. I've been wearing my contacts lens since the time I woke up. Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straightened my hair yesterday. It's flat and ugly now (it always does, the fugly period I have to endure before it becomes more natural). And I'm not allowed to wash my hair for 2 days. Freak some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having really weird dreams lately. Today, I dreamt that Nessa and Godwin are getting married, and Godwin came over and ask me "Ey, why are you wearing Nessa's ripples slippers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, another day, I dreamt that Jess forgot my name and called me "the who". Then, she told me that nessa's a lesbian and I was like "whao cooool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a day back, I dreamt that LL, ah chua and I were allowed to go back to HK for another 3 more days, and we were like super excited. I vividly rmb telling LL "this time, I WILL get that dress, and nobody's gonna stop me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as the HK dream continues, I was already in HK. It was winter, and I was alone in the shopping centre beside my dad's restaurant. Suddenly, Desmond (yes ah chua, that desmond that you and I know) appeared, and somehow he was even shorter than normal, like, the size of an average 5 years old. I was like staring down and him and obviously wondering why in the world is he SO short, when he starts to get mad at me, like as if I was being really obvious about what I was thinking of. Then, his whole family appeared (though I have no idea how his family really looks like in reality). He introduced me to his many many sisters, 5 if I'm not wrong, and a baby brother, who's fat and taller than desmond himself. Desmond was like "hug him, he's called round." And round jumped on me, and boy he sure was round and fat. Then, I turned around and there's this mini stage set up outside the shopping mall, and desmond's five sister was on it, dancing to "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those dreams weird or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is the song quiz I was talking about just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the nextbutton to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says ''is this okay?'' you say?&lt;br /&gt;Anything, JoJo (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, Ben E King and the Drifters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;The Right Man, Christina Agiler (Err…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;That thing you do, The Wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Cant leave him alone, Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny From the block, J.Lo (WHO IS JENNY, IS SHE PRETTY??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Where’d you go, Fort Minor (whao creepyyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;First Love, Utada Hikaru (I DONT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your besties?&lt;br /&gt;Part of your world, Little Mermaid OST (OMG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Note to God, JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Hips Don’t Lie, Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden Love, S.E.N.S (WTH, this is like freaky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Love you no more, Craig David (HAHA WTH!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;All the small thing, Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Stab My Back, Move Along (whao am I gonna die with hate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;A Public affair, Jessica Simpson (HAHA this is rubbish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;White Shadows, Coldplay (Hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Luxurious, Gwen Stephani (Haha they’ll slap me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will be the subject when you repost?&lt;br /&gt;Daughters, John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? Go do it, it's fun :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures time :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the many zoo pictures I took, at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rnva4KuTN5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/U6oADnVTWQo/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078893663276447634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rnva4KuTN5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/U6oADnVTWQo/s320/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohh unglammm LL!! Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvaZKuTN0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/xOT_rPf-PSM/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078893130700502850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvaZKuTN0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/xOT_rPf-PSM/s320/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was the baboons I think. Or was the the spiky killer looking plant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rnvaa6uTN1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ok8ym0lr8pE/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078893160765273938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rnvaa6uTN1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ok8ym0lr8pE/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh the ever tempting but effing expensive snacks booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvabKuTN2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/gJb5T-mPdpQ/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078893165060241250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvabKuTN2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/gJb5T-mPdpQ/s320/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Come out Orang, Utan utan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rnvab6uTN3I/AAAAAAAAAig/kZLg4_28JO8/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078893177945143154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rnvab6uTN3I/AAAAAAAAAig/kZLg4_28JO8/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we still tried to get on the tram without buying any tickets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvacKuTN4I/AAAAAAAAAio/yfpA5h5VFsU/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078893182240110466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvacKuTN4I/AAAAAAAAAio/yfpA5h5VFsU/s320/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm always taking random shots which I personally think are even better than "I know we're taking pictures" shots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY-quTNvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uP4LlQcoaSE/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078891575922341618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY-quTNvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uP4LlQcoaSE/s320/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh everyone's happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY-6uTNwI/AAAAAAAAAho/H0F-W8hMTjA/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078891580217308930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY-6uTNwI/AAAAAAAAAho/H0F-W8hMTjA/s320/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No LL, I'm not stalking you, go away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078891584512276242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY_KuTNxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/w72f3jTXyzk/s320/DSC01131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Think no more LL, I'm stalking you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY_quTNyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3O_zQfV0utw/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078891593102210850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY_quTNyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3O_zQfV0utw/s320/DSC01133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello darlings :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY_6uTNzI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wkAzIUZkA_M/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078891597397178162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvY_6uTNzI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wkAzIUZkA_M/s320/DSC01134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHH SUCHENG!! HAHA CUTE :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvXrauTNtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1GgRE_eBBjA/s1600-h/CIMG0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078890145698232018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvXrauTNtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1GgRE_eBBjA/s320/CIMG0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Island creamery icecreams are the BEST &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvXr6uTNuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KRbSEke-cUs/s1600-h/CIMG0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078890154288166626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnvXr6uTNuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KRbSEke-cUs/s320/CIMG0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PIMP!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-5789252120694760338?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/5789252120694760338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=5789252120694760338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5789252120694760338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/5789252120694760338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/06/ow-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rnva4KuTN5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/U6oADnVTWQo/s72-c/DSC01207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8751987087760319</id><published>2007-06-17T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:31:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HONG KONG :DDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ahh people have been scolding me for not blogging, so here i ammm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feelings really lazy luhh. It took me really long to upload those photos! Stupid thing is, blogger (OR MAYBE IT'S JUST MINE) can only upload 5 pics at a time, max. And when I upload the next batch of 5, it wont be the placed at the bottom, meaning after the previous batch, but BEFORE. So the timeline of pictures are jumbled up. No please dont start reading from the bottom, cuz that's quite a stupid thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, on the day of departure from singapore, my family and I met up with ah chua and LL. LL's mum came with her, and told me to take care of LL. So I told her mum that I wont give LL food and starve her in HK. Her mum seems pretty excited about the whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!! Gooood!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she starts laughing and happily slapping me on the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us boarded the plane and sat down, whilst my family sat a few rows behind us. It gave me a very satisfying feeling that we're unaccompanied minors traveling abroad. I watched 200 pounds beauty on the plane and my gawd, it's a really good movie. The ending's a bit weird but nonetheless I cried like 6-7 times throughout the whole show. Our row's pretty near the toilet, and this angmoh queueing there keep staring at me crying :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole journey, from the singapore airport, to the plane, to HK airport, LL and ah chua couldnt stop with the "Omg, I cant believe we're going to/in hk!". They said it like at least 8 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reach our place in HK after a long car ride, ah chua sniggered and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg, I cant believe I'm in hk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE ALREADY IN MY ROOM, AND YOU STILL CANT BELIEVE YOU'RE IN HK!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation repeats itself for the first 2 days in hk. Haha wth :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day opens us to the start of the shopping frenzy!! We woke up pretty early that morning, at least I think we were up early. I cant rmb cuz everyday we wake up at such random times. There was a day where we woke up at 3pm in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I took them to the KCR (train) station. LL had to by an octopus card (smth like ez-link) which already cost her S$30, with S$10 as deposit. At the end of her whole HK trip, she forgot to refund the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train to the last stop then change to the MTR (yes it's called the mtr in HK, dont ask me what it stands for cuz I dont know) to head towards mongkok. Now mongkok is the ultimate shopping district in HK. Actually, it really depends on what you're looking for. If branded stuff like M.A.C, LV, Hugo Boss all that expensive shit are what you're looking for, I'd suggest go to Tsim Sha Tsui or Causeway Bay. But for poor teenagers like us whose 1 year's savings are barely enough to let us TOUCH the LV bags, Mongkok is the place to be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of mongkok's packed with cheap stuff. It's just like the Bugis street in Singapore, only cheaper. In fact, I found a silver belt selling in Bugis street for 10 dollars, and I bought the exact same one in mongkok for 2 SGD. Imagine the big bucks that we can earn if we get stuff from HK and started selling them in S'pore. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the trip. As many people might have heard before, there's this ladies street in HK whereby they sell things at a super low price. Well, I wouldnt call it cheap, cuz although they have interesting things selling there, most of them are set at a price to cheat tourists with fat, bulging wallets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing to do now, is to BARGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, if you know how to speak in cantonese, act like you dont. If you really dont know how to speak in cantonese, good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. Look interested in their things, and they'll come straight to you saying "Halo! You wan buy? Veli cip ah!". Then they'll being passing you all their hats, sunglasses, and making you try on them. If you really do try on them, they'll go "ahh, veli nice (say nai-see) on you ah! Buy la! I see u so nice, so humsum, give you spehsial plice (price) la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now to the important step. Look at the thing, give the frowning face and say "mmm, expensive." Then, they'll grab their calculator and press another price which really, doesnt make much of a difference. Now you, BE BOLD, BE DARING and press a super low number on the calculator (e.g, if the price they pressed is 200, go 120). Then they'll be the one frowning and saying "no no" and press smth like 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's your turn to decide what to do. You see, the whole stretch of ladies street (which is VERY long, trust me), sells practically the same stuff. If you see it in this shop, you're bound to see it again a few stalls down the road. If you din get a satisfactory price, go ahead, shake your heads, and walk away. Here comes the funny part. They'll come after you, shouting "ey missy (mee-see), I give you cip cip plice la! How much u wan?". And I'm telling you, they can pester you like mad. So you happily turn back, and press 120 on the calculator agn. They'll prolly give in to your price cuz they'd rather they get the business than somebody else out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got quite some stuff there, like watches and sunglasses :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this other street in Mongkok, called the "boh hai gai (sports shoes street)", which yup, you got it, sells sports shoes. The whole strectch of streets prolly have more than 50 shops, all selling shoes, not just sports shoes. They're cheap, but dont worry, they're real as well. It's just that, because they're not registered outlets of those brands like nike and everything, they're allowed to change the price of the shoes they sell. Since they're so many shops selling the same shoes, they lower their price to remain competitive, just like ladies street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we din go there, cuz we werent interested in buying sports shoes with that small, limited amount of money we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was spent walking in shopping centres, sitting down and eat when our legs are sore and our heads are aching, then shopping again. Seriously, we live up to the HK quote "shop and eat and shop and eat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont recommend shopping in Mongkok, or in fact any of the busy shopping districts out in HK island during weekends, cuz all you get is people rudely pushing you around, perverted uncles squeezing beside you on the packed trains, and the detested pickpockets loitering around on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the weekends, we stayed around in the new territories. True, shopping is not fantastic, but it's already not bad, it being residential areas. We shopped (duh) a bit, ate (duh) a bit. We also bought tons and tons of snacks and rented vcds at a price of 1SGD for 1 movie. Remembering Abel's recommendation, we rented jackass 2. It's a crazy and disturbing show, but outright hilarious. You should watch it with a bunch of friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one night we stayed up to watch movies, then went back to our room for girl talk. We just talked and talked and ate and ate, until 5 am in the morning. The next day was the day we all woke up at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most of the other days were spent shopping in other places, though they seem bland and expensive, as compared to the trip to Mongkok. Seriously, shirts at 4-5 SGD, Shorts at 6-10 SGD, shoes at 10 SGD. Really, Mongkok is the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Ocean Park. For everyone out there, please, PLEASE dont waste your money and time to go to HK Disneyland. If you want some themepark fun, just go to ocean park. HK Disneyland is too overrated. It's expensive (300HKD per entrance), small (smallest disneyland in the whole world), and there's nothing to play. Yes sure there're nice things to see, and the fireworks every night's beautiful, but other than that, it's no good. Go to japan's, florida's, just not HK's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After disneyland opened, Ocean park's business went plummeting down. I guess only people who went to both Ocean park and Disneyland in HK would know which's better. Ocean park have all the rides, like the turbo drop, viking, roller coasters and everything. They even have shark aquariums, jelly fish aquariums and of course, dolphin shows. The dolphins and seals doing their tricks are really an eyeopener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went there, while my younger sister tagged along. We played a wet ride, a 360 degree ride, and ahh tons of them. Ah chua was feeling unwell halfway through the day, so we took her to the sickbay where she can rest for a while. At the end of the day, we took the long awaited cable car down to the lower land. We tried to shoot a powerpuff girl video to the theme song in the cable car, but failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL, for the first time in my whole life, sat down, silent and really still. When I moved about in the cable car, she'd shake and say "ey eyy! dont move dont move!!!". She's so afraid that exaggerated movement would cause the carraige to dislocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, we did a whole lot of shopping in HK, had a hard time stuffing all our things back into the luggage, and of course, had alot of fun. I never knew holidays with friends can be so fun, well that's cuz I've never been on one before this. Honestly, it was one of the best holidays I've every had :)) LL and ah chua, we're the bimbos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdM6uTNpI/AAAAAAAAAgw/j9_ftzmABb4/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076925893945013906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdM6uTNpI/AAAAAAAAAgw/j9_ftzmABb4/s320/Hong+Kong+07+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdNKuTNqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/osPj1CX5RJE/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076925898239981218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdNKuTNqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/osPj1CX5RJE/s320/Hong+Kong+07+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdNauTNrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/BhST1729dZo/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076925902534948530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdNauTNrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/BhST1729dZo/s320/Hong+Kong+07+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdNquTNsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/B6i4d9zhgoo/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076925906829915842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdNquTNsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/B6i4d9zhgoo/s320/Hong+Kong+07+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcRKuTNkI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wTJyZjPrMfs/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076924867447830082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcRKuTNkI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wTJyZjPrMfs/s320/Hong+Kong+07+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcRauTNlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2GrHt9dFdGY/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076924871742797394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcRauTNlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2GrHt9dFdGY/s320/Hong+Kong+07+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcR6uTNmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vUXWuTpUIsg/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076924880332732002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcR6uTNmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vUXWuTpUIsg/s320/Hong+Kong+07+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcSKuTNnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZVDKMOkKFQw/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076924884627699314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcSKuTNnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZVDKMOkKFQw/s320/Hong+Kong+07+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcSauTNoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/eksm_kSpGRs/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076924888922666626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTcSauTNoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/eksm_kSpGRs/s320/Hong+Kong+07+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZnauTNfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/aKzfzKftUz0/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076921951165036018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZnauTNfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/aKzfzKftUz0/s320/Hong+Kong+07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZnquTNgI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hpCx1zEXV5c/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076921955460003330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZnquTNgI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hpCx1zEXV5c/s320/Hong+Kong+07+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZn6uTNhI/AAAAAAAAAfw/71rLDfGH37c/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076921959754970642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZn6uTNhI/AAAAAAAAAfw/71rLDfGH37c/s320/Hong+Kong+07+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZoKuTNiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tBbq3_LTA_Q/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076921964049937954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZoKuTNiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tBbq3_LTA_Q/s320/Hong+Kong+07+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this photo, not bad eh :) emo girl looking out of the window missing somebody terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZoauTNjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2SYEoozpswA/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076921968344905266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTZoauTNjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2SYEoozpswA/s320/Hong+Kong+07+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha looks like there's nobody driving rite, but my dad's there la :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX9KuTNaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gsC6GtRImW4/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076920125803935138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX9KuTNaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gsC6GtRImW4/s320/Hong+Kong+07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX9quTNbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ascLmEISp7E/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076920134393869746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX9quTNbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ascLmEISp7E/s320/Hong+Kong+07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX96uTNcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qLH_MBKmwCs/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076920138688837058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX96uTNcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qLH_MBKmwCs/s320/Hong+Kong+07+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yvonne! My best friend in HK since primary 4 &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX-KuTNdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dlJG5CqhYbg/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076920142983804370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX-KuTNdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dlJG5CqhYbg/s320/Hong+Kong+07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX-auTNeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wrbiZAtiHgQ/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+07+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076920147278771682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTX-auTNeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wrbiZAtiHgQ/s320/Hong+Kong+07+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last day in HK, half an hour before heading to the airport. We were sianing outside the bakery, waiting for our eggtart to come out of the oven. We ordered 30 eggtarts, which we're planning to bring back to spore. On a side note, many of them were squashed and broken by the time we reach s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWpKuTNVI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mPnSFzUkEH0/s1600-h/CIMG0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918682694923602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWpKuTNVI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mPnSFzUkEH0/s320/CIMG0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my gosh guess wad I saw!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWpauTNWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/myAxw9jqOjo/s1600-h/CIMG0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918686989890914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWpauTNWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/myAxw9jqOjo/s320/CIMG0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOOK AT THEM!! LOOK AT WHAT THEY'RE WEARING. Haha we were in the aquarium inside ocean park, and these 3 people (2 guys 1 girl) were clad in BEACH WEAR. Wth. They think they're in gold coast or smth. By gawd, it's OCEAN park, it's not near any beach, ocean park's up on the mountains!!! The woman was wearing bikini, while the guys in boardshorts (ONLY). There's not even enough water rides in ocean park to get anybody to wear smth like that. Haha but they're pretty hot :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWpquTNXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_qBSpUPBcig/s1600-h/CIMG0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918691284858226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWpquTNXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_qBSpUPBcig/s320/CIMG0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HK airport :D I'm holding the bag of eggtarts. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWp6uTNYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/t4UjLVkOvZI/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918695579825538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWp6uTNYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/t4UjLVkOvZI/s320/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEAHORSY!!! and it's asleep. Really :)) Oh and do you guys know, seahorses can change its sex by will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWqKuTNZI/AAAAAAAAAew/RA1FLr8LWSA/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076918699874792850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTWqKuTNZI/AAAAAAAAAew/RA1FLr8LWSA/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUsauTNQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/M90bQ3dg4Tw/s1600-h/CIMG0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076916539506242818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUsauTNQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/M90bQ3dg4Tw/s320/CIMG0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUsquTNRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dxieqknREek/s1600-h/CIMG0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076916543801210130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUsquTNRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dxieqknREek/s320/CIMG0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh, feels good to walk barefooted in the MTR. My feet were screaming in pain from all the blisters my shoe caused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUs6uTNSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/H4VzZaLwU64/s1600-h/CIMG0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076916548096177442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUs6uTNSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/H4VzZaLwU64/s320/CIMG0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUtKuTNTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7M-46U_WY_g/s1600-h/CIMG0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076916552391144754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUtKuTNTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7M-46U_WY_g/s320/CIMG0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We returned to our childhood when we started playing hopscotch and sildes and everything in the playground :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUtauTNUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LbRhQQ22geg/s1600-h/CIMG0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076916556686112066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTUtauTNUI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LbRhQQ22geg/s320/CIMG0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eeeee, the people are touching sea cucumber, which to me, looks exactly like dog shit :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSnKuTNLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/r-hxtHSW7yE/s1600-h/CIMG0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076914250288673970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSnKuTNLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/r-hxtHSW7yE/s320/CIMG0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSnauTNMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LUL-FNDeIis/s1600-h/CIMG0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076914254583641282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSnauTNMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LUL-FNDeIis/s320/CIMG0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSnquTNNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3om3qq-vOE4/s1600-h/CIMG0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076914258878608594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSnquTNNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3om3qq-vOE4/s320/CIMG0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSn6uTNOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/PfUKFSSjP0w/s1600-h/CIMG0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076914263173575906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSn6uTNOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/PfUKFSSjP0w/s320/CIMG0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSoauTNPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WGc8IuMwMwU/s1600-h/CIMG0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076914271763510514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTSoauTNPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WGc8IuMwMwU/s320/CIMG0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh by the way, I rmb having a really scary nightmare this morning (yup, at around 11 plus). It's a crappy nightmare (according to LL) but I still think it's worth typing down and remembering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the second last night in HK, and LL, ah chua and I went to the KCR station, planning to take the train to somewhere and shop. LL and I went to check how much we have left in our octopus card. LL have like 300 dollars plus (she din even add in that much in the first place), while I only have 16 HKD left. I know it's not gonna last me for the rest of the day, so I started emptying my wallet and counting how much coins I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LL and ah chua walked in front and entered the gates. I followed behind. They took a escalator up, and when I looked up, I realized they're going to the platform of the wrong direction. I shouted to them to come down, and I walked towards the platform of the correct direction. When I was on the escalator, I could hear the train arriving at the station. I ran up, and the doors to the train were still open. Then, the signal for doors closing rang, and I panicked, so I ran towards the carraige, and the door closed in on me, with one of my arms still dangling outside the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the door would open again, so when it did, I shouted for LL and ah chua to hurry up, but they were TOO SLOW!! the doors closed almost immediately and LL and ah chua were left stranded outside. I put up one finger, a seemingly very effective sign language to tell them I'll be waiting at the next stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired and aching from the excitement (yea, I can vividly rmb feeling pain where the doors closed on my arm), I looked for a seat and sat down. I closed my eyes and eventually dozed off. After a while, I vaguely heard something like "the next stop..." and "doors closing". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then my brains started processing these information : You've reached the next stop, the doors are closing, you're going to miss this stop, LL and ah chua's gonna get off and unable to find you, they're gonna panic cuz they have no phone wadsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jerked up from my sleep on the train, and at the same time jerked up from my sleep on my bed in my room in singapore. HAHA do you guys get it. The shock I receieved in my dream caused me to wake up in my dreams, also to wake up in reality. Haha my heart was really thumping SO fast when I woke up in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay wadever. Crappy nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[jan3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8751987087760319?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8751987087760319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8751987087760319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8751987087760319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8751987087760319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/06/hong-kong-dddd-haha-ahh-people-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RnTdM6uTNpI/AAAAAAAAAgw/j9_ftzmABb4/s72-c/Hong+Kong+07+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4071826737356817632</id><published>2007-05-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:13:03.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ode To Nessa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Thy hair of chocolate mousse&lt;br /&gt;And art thou my heart's delight.&lt;br /&gt;Words of Thy Thou Thee, cannot express my love.&lt;br /&gt;Art thou the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou not feel my hunger for thee?&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou not see my longing for thee?&lt;br /&gt;Art thou blind to my yearning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Never my side leave.&lt;br /&gt;Thou art the air I breathe, the water I drink.&lt;br /&gt;Thy presence keeps my wasted heart beating.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, my love, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is damn fun man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JANE! And I miss you and LL like shit man. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-4071826737356817632?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4071826737356817632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4071826737356817632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4071826737356817632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4071826737356817632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/ode-to-nessa-nessa-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7375947733997121200</id><published>2007-05-30T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:31:11.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whao whao another 15 more minutes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha people, scroll down till after nessa's post, cuz I had a draft on saturday which i just posted today, so technically speaking it's still a new post. Anyway I just finished uploading the pics when my mum tell me I only have 15 minutes more before leaving the house!! Oh man gan jiong gan jiong, I dont have much time leftttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the zoo right, and ya that's all I can afford to say for now. I'll be back from hk in around a week or so, so I'll continue then ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESSA I MISS YOU LOTS LA! I'll buy you present, esp accessories you accessories sucker. Haha :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, LL, sucheng, colleen, carin, Abel, DY, Timo, I LOVE YOU GUYS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY SEVEN I MISS YOU ALL LIKE SHIT LA! When I come back from hk pleaseeeee go out together like please please. Will presents from hk be big enough a temptaion to lure you guys out!? Muacks &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I really gotta go nowww. I'll TRY to blog in hk. Bye loves :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlJyTtmyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VvOvGLlQ85Y/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070179236798372642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlJyTtmyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VvOvGLlQ85Y/s320/DSC01151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH MAN CUTE STUFF :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlKSTtmzI/AAAAAAAAAco/YiUqARoKEJI/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070179245388307250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlKSTtmzI/AAAAAAAAAco/YiUqARoKEJI/s320/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey hey wassup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlKiTtm0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/ganTZXDDceg/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070179249683274562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlKiTtm0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/ganTZXDDceg/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Junsu pose &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlKyTtm1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Wwfc4BTBQfI/s1600-h/DSC05479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070179253978241874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlKyTtm1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Wwfc4BTBQfI/s320/DSC05479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nessa since you're not in the zoo pics I'll put up this pic! I think this pic rocks ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzjFCTtmvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aEMF831Z-U8/s1600-h/fe2610b0-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070176956170738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzjFCTtmvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aEMF831Z-U8/s320/fe2610b0-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HELLO HUBBY, Everyone stay away from him, cuz he's MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzjFSTtmwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/g9HRqZEMPZM/s1600-h/junsu4lj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070176960465705730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzjFSTtmwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/g9HRqZEMPZM/s320/junsu4lj9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ESPECIALLY LL, YOU GOTTA LEAVE HIM ALONE. MARRY HIS TWIN BROTHER OR SMTH, CUZ JUNSU IS MINE! Haha :DDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzjFSTtmxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/zXPzyiG74Eg/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070176960465705746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzjFSTtmxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/zXPzyiG74Eg/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes yes darling I know you're smiling at me. Whooo I'm gonna fly over to korea and be your wife soon! HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7375947733997121200?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7375947733997121200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7375947733997121200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7375947733997121200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7375947733997121200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/whao-whao-another-15-more-minutes-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlzlJyTtmyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VvOvGLlQ85Y/s72-c/DSC01151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7792156333520660994</id><published>2007-05-29T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:28:46.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS NESSA BLOGGING FOR JANE!</title><content type='html'>MY GWAD JANE WONG YOU TOTALLY DISAPPEARED FROM THE BLOGOSPHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, I the Great, am here to honour you with my superb blogging skills. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, PLEASE TAKE CARE IN HONGKONG OK?! Don't anyhow anyhow play play, happy happy eat expired yogurt again ahh. And LL! Look after each other ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and remember to buy me things. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rights. I don't really know what Jane's been doing the past few days but I know she went to the zoo with the OGers on monday. And I didn't. Therefore I also know that she missed me ALOTALOTALOTALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, from Jane's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Zoo with some of my OG darlings on monday and Nessa didn't go. I missed her so much! My heart was acheing because I needed to see her so bad. Nessa, nessa, where forth art thou?! (At home lar you twat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand the thought of Nessa not being near me and I felt so so sad. But thankfully, the rest of the OGers managed to take away some of my sadness. Don't abandon me ever again ok Nessa! I NEED YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, cannot cannot stop stop. Now, this is NESSA speaking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when are you coming back ah Janie? Message me the nanosecond you do and we can plan another OG outing in which I will climb over the gate if I have to to attend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I need to repeat this constantly so it'll get stuck in your head. DO NOT EAT EXPIRED MEIJI YOGURT HOWEVER NICE IT IS! Heck, do not eat expired anything! LL! If you see Jane anywhere near expired food, knock her unconscious and drag her away. If she's too heavy for you to drag alone (NOT SAYING YOU'RE FAT JANIE! It's just that LL's smaller than you and you know your height is model worthy) GET HUEI MIN TO HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Janie, if Ming Jiang asks you who AD is, DON'T SAY A WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nessa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7792156333520660994?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7792156333520660994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7792156333520660994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7792156333520660994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7792156333520660994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-nessa-blogging-for-jane.html' title='THIS IS NESSA BLOGGING FOR JANE!'/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2981956812048325523</id><published>2007-05-26T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:31:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OMG I'M GOING BACK TO HK IN AN HOURS TIME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it's like wth! I'm leaving the house in one hour's time, and I'm blogging. I had been ITCHING to blog for the past few days. Really, I'm not lazy anymore, I SO wanted to blog but it never turns out right. Shit I have so much to say but I have NO FUCKING TIME! Haha I'm actually feeling rather ecstatic just by typing in this box. Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it goes that I was blogging on Saturday afternoon. I was happily typing when LL rang my doorbell. Blogging interrupted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pessimist finds difficulty in every opportunity, the optimist finds opportunity in every difficulty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to blog nowadays, so I'm impressed by nessa who blogs almost every single day (and who say must go home and immediately sleep and dont blog one ah *coughs*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of this week, I only went to school for 2 days out of the 5. Tuesday I went, but took a pink slip and went home early. Friday I went, but it was a half day, so technically speaking I only went to school for 1 day. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had food poisoning from expired yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached home on wednesday night I found a packet of meiji yogurt in the fridge (Strawberry) and started eating it. Halfway through the yogurt I looked at the packaging and realized it's expired. But seeing that it's only 2 days expired, I just continued eating it and eventually finished it. Great move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up late that night to complete my gp essay, after I'm finally done with it at around 1 plus 2am, I bathed, blow my hair, put moisturizer etc etc and immediately went to sleep. I was feeling super queasy and giddy, and couldnt get to sleep. It has happened lots of times before and I know just the thing to do. Make myself puke. My head was spinning as I staggered to the toilet. I put my finger in my mouth and started tickling my throat like how some anorexic people do. Then I threw up. I felt so much more better, with that damned yogurt down the sink. I woke my maid up and she tended to me, measured my temp and realized I got a fever. Bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised nessa before heading home that I'll go to school the next day, but I broke it :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlfkfiTtmtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oh9AZI24z4o/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068771136065346258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlfkfiTtmtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oh9AZI24z4o/s320/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jess and I desperately waiting for taxi after strings concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlfkgCTtmuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UHW5MySJ6tg/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068771144655280866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlfkgCTtmuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UHW5MySJ6tg/s320/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twit twit :DDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway yes I had food poisoning from meiji yogurt, that explains Nessa's desperation to get me away from expired food. ANYWAY NESSA I LOVE YOU!! Your post makes me laugh ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BY THE WAY, your "jane's point of view" is so off. "Nessa, nessa, where forth art thou?!" !?!?!?!?!?!? That, is the BIGGEST pitfall of the whole paragraph. LITERATURE!? I had to use Microsoft Works Word Processor to spell check that word. I NEVER uses lit in my written reports nor speech. Haha if I'm really put into a situation that I MUST use some form of litty stuff, it'll be "thy thou thee" cuz those are the only litty words I know. And they'll be used altogther cuz I have no idea what they mean. So in Jane's point of view, it'll be something like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Nessa, nessa, thy thou thee where are you? Thy thou thee love you tons alot!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha "HUEI MIN" cracks me up. Isnt that the tao huei "huei", she's HUI MIN LA. HAHA retarded :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEY MING JIANG KUEH! AD IS................... AH DUNG. He's my neighbour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha and nessa, it's been really long since I've seen the "stupidity and all" thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2981956812048325523?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2981956812048325523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2981956812048325523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2981956812048325523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2981956812048325523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-im-going-back-to-hk-in-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RlfkfiTtmtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oh9AZI24z4o/s72-c/DSC01030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8103294374616915002</id><published>2007-05-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:13:10.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The disease package (sorethroat, flu, cough, fever) is raging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whao whaoo, I havent update for tons long! I've been rather sick lately. Usually I get well very soon, but this damned thing is still not going away (since last MONDAY. Basket). I dont think the medicine I got from silvercross is working :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway becuase of that, I missed school on thursday, friday, AND monday. Okay fine monday it was 80% pon but still. I cant remember what I did on friday. I wonder if I did anything at all. Oh yes yes, thursday. I just realized the previous post dated thurs was actually typed after midnight on wednesday, talking about wednesday. So back to thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to holland.v with my mama and papa to see the doctor. I was wearing some ragged tee and some old pair of shorts, and a huge jacket. Does that ring a bell on a look that screams UNGLAM. Plus, i was having that sick, dead fish face. You know what, I never seem to bump into anyone I know when I'm looking all fresh and dressed up. At least they wouldnt have the sentence "WTF who is this siaow za bor" floating around in their heads when they see me on the streets. Alas, when I was taking quick steps towards silvercross, I met margareth from my econs class. Some kind of fate huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took my number from the counter lady, I went back down to starbucks to have tea with my parents. Feeling bored, I called up LL. Then, on impluse, I invited her to my house. I rented the movie "John (or Tom or Don or Ron or SOMETHING I CANT RMB) Tucker Must Die" and watched it with LL in my house. It was funny shit. Then again, the ending was quite shitty. All in all it's okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up to my room and just started doing random stuff like drawing. I made a sketch of LL on her sketch pad while she touched up on her dead cricket drawing. I love drawing :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remembered what I did on friday. I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing on saturday too, but at night I went to HwaChong's dance night, "Mosiac". I must say I was rather disappointed with the whole performance. Their SYF's modern dance "journey" was nice, but other than that, the dances from chinese dance and modern dance were of rather low quality. Not that I'm an expert in dance or anything, but their coordination werent that great, and the choreography were somewhat typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Macs with Angel jess and cheryl for supper after dance night. I wanted to eat the grilled chicken foldover but it's bo hua to buy without the meal. On the other hand, I cant eat french fries cuz I my sorethroat was thriving at its climax then. In the end, I bought the meal and just donated my fries to cheryl and jess. Oh and yes, I passed my disease package to Angel after I fed her my pepper steak on wednesday night, so she couldnt eat the fries as well. Haha! (get well soon pig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai sum came over to my place the next day. We wanted to havok in the house but my brother warned us not to make any noise (not even the PIANO. tsk) cuz he needed to study. We were so scared he might start nagging at us. YA, he WILL nag at wai sum too, even though she's a guest and same age as my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of us attended the same primary school in HK (SIS) and wai sum was in the same level as my brother then. That's how they got to know each other, but I din know wai sum then. Then, when we came to singapore, I went to st.margs. When I was in sec 3, this siaow za bor suddenly came over to me and "HELLO!!!!!". I got such a big shock I tell you. Turns out it was wai sum. I din know we're in the same secondary school until SEC THREE. Well that's how I got to know that crazy woman. So in any case, my brother know she's a stupid crazy woman, so he'll nag at her all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I stayed home to do my gp essay, then went to watch the long awaited ACSA rugby match in CCAB. Over there, I really didnt know who to cheer for, so I just kept quiet. It was a long game, with their scores tied at 10. They played till over time, but neither team was able to score another try. In the end, the game was stopped and the winner title was given to the team who scored more tries, which was SA. After that was announced, I realized I did want AC to win slightly more than the other way round. I think it was partially because it wasnt a clear win. AC scored a try (5), converted (2) and had a penalty kick (3), while SA scored 2 tries without convert (10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa left half way during the game for her piano lesson, leaving me with grace, dy, abel, timo and their classmates. During the rest of the game, I found I werent able to talk to them normally, meaning like how we used to crap and everything. Maybe it was becuase I dont really know their classmates, and when they talk, I either have no idea what they're talking about or didnt want to be rude and cut in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm extremely afraid of being lonely, and gets insecure very easily. I need attention from friends, or I'll get uneasy, and eventually drop to a very lousy mood. I know we're all having new friends, new topics that are no longer common amongst us, but I hope our og wont drift apart. I cant wait for the 28th, when hopefully our whole og with be able to go to the zoo together. We're in need of spending quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally returned to school on tuesday. I realize alot of other people are sick too. I'm telling you, there's a bug going around in AC. I saw nessa, whom I've not seen for TONS LONG. 5 days, but it's really long considering we see each other almost everyday during weekdays. And when I saw ah chua before going to chinese class, I realized I missed her quite alot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh but my school day didnt last long. After chem ended at 12.30, I was feeling really drowsy and lethargic, so I got a pink slip from Mrs yeong and went home to rest. My temple started throbbing REALLY bad on the bus, and I almost didnt make it home when I walked up the slope. The head was aching so bad I couldnt climb the stairs up to my room, so I just plonked onto the nearest sofa and started sleeping. Slept for about an hour or so and dragged myself up to my room and continue sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 5.30, I woke up and met Vicky jess and nessa in the new gelato shop "swirl". It's not bad really, especially the peanut butter one :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Victoria Concert Hall with vicky and jess at night to watch AC's strings concert "Kronos!". Though the movements in the first concerto was slightly lullaby-ish, the sounds of all the strings instuments were really soothing. I was really intrigued by the Harpischord performance. I've never seen that intrument before, let alone heard how it sounds like. The notes it produces are really cute, but too bad I werent able to see how she played it from my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the interval, I moved to the 3rd row with ah chua, and got a close up view on the next performace that included a piano. That performance, was an eye opener. I could clearly see how the pianist played her piece, and gawd, she's AMAZING. I was so in awe during the whole performances, eyeing her fingers closely, watching them slide up and down the piano keys. SHE CAN DO AMAZING TRILLS WITH HER RING FINGER AND PINKY. OMG. She's my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the concert ended at 9 plus, with vicky and jess sleeping through most of it. Haha :)) we walked over to the food court beside the esplanade, ate satay and had some drinks. Good thing all 3 of us lives in the west, so we cabbed back, with the taxi driver dropping us at 3 places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont regret going to the strings concert. After it, I was even more determined to learn violin after I get my diploma in piano &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8103294374616915002?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8103294374616915002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8103294374616915002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8103294374616915002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8103294374616915002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/disease-package-sorethroat-flu-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2686293797303207673</id><published>2007-05-17T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:08:53.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LL you're soo cuteee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha your canto post is hilarious shit. Thought there are some werid expressions you used, and was rather inaccurate in the pronunciation, I can still understand everthing you said. Thanks tons babe :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha the "Jane, nei zhen hai yat goh HOU YAN!! doh jeh!! ngo wui hou hou repay nei. pffffft" IS SO FUNNY. HAHAHA IMAGINE SAYING IT IN ENGLISH, SO AUNTIE. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you muchie muchie LL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3____*]&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/21089617-2686293797303207673?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2686293797303207673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2686293797303207673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2686293797303207673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2686293797303207673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/ll-youre-soo-cuteee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1061036843874445914</id><published>2007-05-17T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:31:14.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5 servings of fruits and veggie everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays are days that I always look forward to. Not the school part, cuz wednesdays in school are the worst amongst all the other days. It's the after school life that I love, cuz it means rugby matches, and og mates!! Ah, but next week would be the last of rugby season. What will we do after that? Hum ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 1.50, and as usual, met up with nessa before heading anywhere. She went home with me, ate cup noodle for lunch, then cabbed down to old police acad. The AC vs ACSi match has already started! The place was effing hot. There are no benches so we had to stand in the crowd and watch under the glaring sun. Couldnt take the heat after a while and went to open my umbrella. My umbrella, being exremely electronegative, attracted many positive ions who started crowding under my umbrella. If you stand holding the umbrella, your front half of the body would be under the shade, whilst the back half still exposed to the sun. You could literally feel the heat sensation on the back half, boiling up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first match was so so, with us standing and not really knowing wad's the score and everything. Once, a rugger kicked the ball and it flew right towards us. The people scattered while I stood there, a little slow with the reaction. I raised my head and saw the ball spinning towards us, and all I could do was hold the umbrella with one hand, stretch out the other and go "whao whaooo..." Thank god it din hit me, cuz it missed me by a few centimetre, hitting the floor then bouncing up to hit another girl nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match ended with ACSi winning by dunno how much. It's expected though. We were in our AC uniform, and in preparation to cheer for SA in the second match between SA and RJ, nessa and I brought our SA shirts to change into. Nessa was so scared AC ppl would recognize her and beat us up. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SARJ match was a total WHAO. You can tell the difference, the level of excitement of the crowds. I think the reason why the atmosphere in the first match wasnt there's because we're way too bothered by the heat. When the SA match started, the sun eased its fiery rays and the whole place was much cooler. We walked over to the side where RJ would score, where we expected much of the action would happen. True enough, within 2 minutes after the game started, RJ immediately scored a try. The match went on and it was 12-nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half time came and went, and the teams switched sides. We were too lazy to walk over the other, so we just stayed at the same place, where SA will now score. THANK GOODNESS WE DIDNT WALK OVER THE OTHER SIDE. Standing up watching, we saw the ruggers slowly approaching us. Then POW! SA SCORED A TRY!! Then, AGAIN, AND AGAIN!! They scored THREE tries consecutively, and the score went to 12-15, with SA LEADING. Nessa and I jumped and screamed and laugh and cheered each time SA scored. We were INSANELY HAPPY. And to think there's only 10 minutes left to the game and SA's leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, when we thought SA might have a change to win RAFFLES, RJ scored again. By the last 2 minutes of the game, the score was 24-15. There goes, RJ won. But it's okay!! It was an EXTREMELY well-played game. Nobody expected anything like that, with SA scoring as much as 3 tries. Good job SA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, now the next match would be SA against AC. The most dreaded and somehow most awaited match. I wonder what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5cyTtmrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rKufMiv2Qow/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065416478844361394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5cyTtmrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rKufMiv2Qow/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place where we sat and cam-whored a little after getting a little tired of standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match I met up with Cheryl and Gen, then we went to novena to have dinner with Angel and Jess. It's been SO long since we've spend time together. It was really nice :) Leaving the old police acad to go to novena, the 3 of us took a wrong bus which took a turn into serangoon. We quickly got off and stared walking aimlessly, with no idea where we were. We roamed into a hdb area when angel called. We gave up on trying to find our way out, so we just took a cab. Dinner was at Hans, and I must say their black pepper steak's really quite something. It's yummy, but a little expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5dSTtmsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/EKGQG3yOFi4/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065416487434296002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5dSTtmsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/EKGQG3yOFi4/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The leaning pine tower of Old Police Academy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some pitures of Nessa and I. We started cam whoring on the bus. Within 10 minutes, we took like over 40 pictures :DDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5IyTtmmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lW5-7t6krJk/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065416135246977634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5IyTtmmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lW5-7t6krJk/s320/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cant really rmb wad this face is supposed to be. I think it's "saw victor and really wanted to pinch him" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5JSTtmnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wAfuZu75x6M/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065416143836912242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5JSTtmnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wAfuZu75x6M/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The What?-you-wanna-fight-ah face. I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5JiTtmoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WH4yobAdYsA/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065416148131879554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5JiTtmoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WH4yobAdYsA/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The I-hate-you-loyfatt face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5JyTtmpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/u9PaY1hp8TE/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065416152426846866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5JyTtmpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/u9PaY1hp8TE/s320/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly I cant rmb what we're doing there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5KCTtmqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QkIqR8quXME/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065416156721814178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5KCTtmqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QkIqR8quXME/s320/DSC01009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm a bitch and wad can you do about it face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv4cSTtmhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/r0uGDNjbOoE/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065415370742798866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv4cSTtmhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/r0uGDNjbOoE/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv4cyTtmiI/AAAAAAAAAag/T3TGjFRmR5Q/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065415379332733474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv4cyTtmiI/AAAAAAAAAag/T3TGjFRmR5Q/s320/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Midly shocked face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv4dCTtmjI/AAAAAAAAAao/MeaeMCg-9T8/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065415383627700786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv4dCTtmjI/AAAAAAAAAao/MeaeMCg-9T8/s320/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw somebody we dont really want to see face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv4diTtmkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mi2AaqPFA58/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065415392217635394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv4diTtmkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mi2AaqPFA58/s320/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Futile attempt to create dimples.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv3mSTtmgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MqEJBU_OfbI/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065414443029862914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv3mSTtmgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MqEJBU_OfbI/s320/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gp teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv3eyTtmfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/WDpEQXunYhc/s1600-h/anth+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065414314180844018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv3eyTtmfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/WDpEQXunYhc/s320/anth+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found this picture in my old camera file. I was only sec 3 then. Young and vibrant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1061036843874445914?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1061036843874445914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1061036843874445914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1061036843874445914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1061036843874445914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-servings-of-fruits-and-veggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/Rkv5cyTtmrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rKufMiv2Qow/s72-c/DSC01019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8639785766693265955</id><published>2007-05-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:48:18.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now where's my paracetamol pills.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling ill :(&lt;br /&gt;It first started out as a tiny harmless sorethroat, then comes the flu. Since my nose's all blocked up, I have to breathe through my mouth (or I'll die). But by breathing through my mouth, it's drying out my already sore throat, making it more sore. And now, fever. GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I wonder if you guys realize&lt;br /&gt;"---------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;means it's a seperate post of the day. Like, "--------" means diff paragraphs, but the long one is a totally different post. I din used to have to do that, but this blogksin doesnt show the time of each post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 4 tests this week, namely chemistry, maths, econs and gp. Thank goodness I'm done with all of them, and there are NO MORE TESTS FOR THIS TERM!! That brings me a great deal of relief and comfort. You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm slowly catching up with schoolwork. For the first few weeks since school started, I have no idea what was going on during lessons. I was just, spacing out. Mutated to become fully permeable, nothing was retained in my brain. Tests came and I failed. If cheryl heard that, she'll probably tell me I deserve to fail, cuz I din study for them. Haha which is very very true. I din expect to pass anyway. Then, I'm finally starting to grasp all the shit stuff. Studied for upcoming tests (though not very much, but still), and did pretty well, for my standard, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been escaping from PE for the whole of this week. Was supposed to run 2.4, but emm, well, felt kinda lazy, AND of course, I was sick, so it wasnt at all unreasonable that I ask for exemption. PE was the last period of monday, so after the teacher exempted me and left to supervise other students, I zao and went home. On the bus, Nessa called me, asking me where I am. I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT SHE'LL WAIT FOR ME TO GO HOME EVERY MONDAY. I'm sorry nessa :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a chain effect. First abel blogged about his parents, then sucheng, then LL and nessa. It's funny how on abel's part (I assume) never expected to create this heat wave when he clicked the "publish" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading those posts and seeing how everyone goes I love you very very much mother and father, I got this twinge of jealousy. I cant exactly tell what sort of jealousy it was, but I suppose that emotion was the best-fit word I could think of. I have never said I love you to my parents before. In fact, to my whole family. I suppose a display of affection is not the norm in my family. I once thought of saying it, but I backed out on myself at the last minute, thinking that it's way too embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I dont love my family enough to say it out loud, but there just seem to be something missing. I wonder just how close our family actually is. Take for example LL and her parents. By the way she phrases her words when she describe about her family, she seems to have forged very strong bonds with her parents. Then, going back to my parents and I... where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we laugh and joke around during meal times, but I dont consider that a closely bonded family. We seldom spend time DOING things together. Hell, we dont even have meals together that often now. If we're lucky, we'll have 2 to 3 meals together in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I've once owned and experienced how it's like to always have family meals together, I must go through the loss and pain when we cant do that anymore. In the past, when we first moved to Singapore, my mum's a housewife and my dad a househusband. (though he never really helped in housework) My dad leave his trusted managers to run his businesses in hk, and in S'pore, he'll stay home and make business calls. In short, the 2 of them are always at home. Being primary school kids and later lower secondary school students, we always return home after school. Meals were always eaten together, both lunch and dinner. During weekends, we made it a habit to eat out, usually either at newton circus, sushi tei or pizzahut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad opened a restaurant in S'pore, things start to go haywire. My parents will go down to the restaurant every night, esp on fridays, saturdays and sundays. They leaves the house each evening at around 5.30pm, and only return at 11pm-12am. Since they sleep till at least 10am the next morning, we hardly get to see them anymore. My brother and I, being in JC, start school at 8 and end around 4.30. By the time we return home, they'll be gone. If you piece everything together, you would be able to tell the amount of chances we get to meet our parents. In fact, we can go for days without seeing, just SEEING our parents, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, but it's becoming the norm. We're so used to it, the impact doesnt come until my brother and I decided to carry out thoughtful talks when we eat dinner alone, with my younger sister. The 3 of us sit at the large round dining table that's supposed to accomodate at least 7 people. The entire dining room would be silent, with only the clicking of chopsticks and the whirring sound of the electric fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my younger sister, I suppose she really is quite a poor thing. Frankly speaking, I'm not a good big sister, not at all. She primary 5 now, and I always scolds her, nag at her. I've seldom been nice to her. I wonder if she's a lonely child. My brother and I, being only 1 year apart, are close. We grow up playing together, and shared much childhood memories. As for my sister, did she even have what considered as a childhood. I grow up playing in the playground with my brother and our neighbours (we lived in a flat in hk then). My sister grow up playing with the computer. We always nag at her for spending too much time playing with the computer, watching TV, talking on the phone and stuff like that. But to think about it, what else can she do to spend her time? There's no one to play with her at home, so she resort to those things to receive some kind of interaction. I think my brother also recently realized this, and slowly, we try to be nicer to her, giving her what should be deserving of a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the future, then thought of my dad. He has planned out our whole life for us. For my brother, it would be a good overseas university, graduate from it, then take the masters degree, and some some other degrees that I couldnt really remember. For me, well, it's more or less the same, but slightly more specific. He said in a very this-is-the-way-it's-gonna-be tone "You do well for A levels, then I'll send you to australia to study veterinary, then get a degree....". He even decided what I'm going to study in future. I know it's a tradition for parents to lay out a path for us to take, but I have alot of questions. It's not that I dont like veterinary. Actually, I'm quite interested in that area. But, that's it? that's going to be the rest of my life? Get my degrees, find a job, get married, have kids, and die. That's a typical person's life, yes. I'm not asking for a extraordinarily interesting life, but looking at it, it's still not very appealing isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I've been jumping around to alot of areas in this whole family thing. But back to bonding, I really want to experience what it's like, to have your parents sit down to talk and ultimately comfort when you're troubled. I have a friend whose dad took a day off just to talk to her, because she was having problems in school. Would my parents do that? I want to know, how it feels like, to have your mother's arm over your shoulder, pulling you into her embrace when you felt like crying. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-8639785766693265955?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8639785766693265955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8639785766693265955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8639785766693265955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8639785766693265955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-wheres-my-paracetamol-pills.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-2910589930642766907</id><published>2007-05-13T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:36:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Abel, it's true, a smelly old man runs blogger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with blogger recently. Everytime I get to the dashboard, the format of links are all jumbled up, and I cant post. After clicking stuff here and there, it'll return to normal. This has been the case for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;I invited LL and ah chua to come over to my house, so they can get to know each other and stuff like that. Also, we can get our mother's day gift done :))&lt;br /&gt;I told them to meet at 1, but LL came super early cuz her mum sent her, at ard 11. I was thinking of what I should do for my mum, and decided to take a picture with her. It was 12, and my mum's still sleeping, so I just sneaked into her room, lay beside her and took retarded pictures with my hp. After that, LL and I headed to coronation plaza to meet ah chua, and develop the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my saint shirt, sajc shorts and slippers. I pinned up my fringe and was wearing my glasses. In short, I was looking unglam, REALLY unglam. I regret looking like that the moment I step out of the house, but I was too lazy to go back and do something about it. I prayed hard, hoping and hoping that nobody would see me in that state. Alas, my life's screwed up. LL and I crossed the overhead bridge to the bus stop, and I was telling her how small my flat in hk is. I spread my arms, make ridiculous turns on the pavement to show her the size of my tiny room in hk. I was looking stupid I tell you, and suddenly, somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and OMG. OMG OMG OMG. MY PRIMARY SCHOOL CRUSH. It's like, OMG. My mouth dropped open, and I didnt know how to react. I was too overwhelmed with shock and despair. At that moment, my bus came, and while running to get on the bus, I shouted to him "OMG I CANT BELIEVE YOU SAW ME IN THIS UNGLAM STATE!". That caught everybody's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, I was still trying to recover from that state of shock. I was shaking my head and telling myself "oh no, this is bad... this is really bad. This is the start of an unlucky day. I can feel it. I'm going to see many more ppl I know on the way, I know it's gonna happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching coronation plaza, I rushed into the toilet, just to see how my crush saw me as. The moment I saw my reflection on the mirror, I freaked out. Yea, I got freaked out by my own reflection (ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling devastated and ultimately hating myself, I walked out of the toilet, dejected. Ah chua walked in from the front door of the shopping centre, and the first thing she said to me was "wah, you look damn unglam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, that's really comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the photos to be developed, we walked over to this thai noodle house for lunch. The place was packed, so we squeezed into a tiny table near the entrance. When the woman came to take the order, there's little student meals available. LL cant eat tomyam (it's sold out anyway) and she cant eat beef as well. She was deciding on what to eat when the woman went "faster faster, alot of ppl" in her wacky thai accent. Flustered, LL said nvm nvm, I dont want to eat. Irritated, the woman walked off with ah chua and my orders (2 beef noodle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she's gone, I was like "Do you guys want to eat Mcdonals instead." Ah chua said "I dont minddd :D" We exchanged looks and after bout 5 seconds, I went "zao zao zao!" And we chiong out of the shop when the woman's not looking. HAHA :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at macs, and went to island creamery to get ice cream. I got a very berry (all time favourite), ah chua got a black forest (not very nice, too much alcohol), and LL a reverso. It's the first time LL's eating in island creamery, and all she could say was "omg, this is damn good. omg omg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a customized photoframe in coronation plaza for my mum, with blocks that spell "mamee (that's how i call my mum in canto)". When i got home, my sister showed me what she bought, and holy cow, it's EXACTLY THE SAME THING. She bought hers from westmall, and the blocks spelt something else, but still. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, the 3 of us watched more korean variety shows, played some cards, and we taught ah chua how to play majong :D she had to go home for dinner, while LL stayed behind. Here comes an amazing discovery. LL HAS NEVER TASTED WATERMELON IN HER WHOLE LIFE UNTIL I FORCED HER TO EAT IT YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the kitchen when LL walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ey, eat watermelon ah.&lt;br /&gt;LL: Huh, I dont want.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;LL: I've never tasted it before.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT!?!?!? NEVER!? WATERMELON!?!?&lt;br /&gt;LL: err, ya.&lt;br /&gt;Me: EAT IT NOW. RIGHT NOW. EAT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;LL (looking really scared) : Whyyy?? I dont wanttt :(&lt;br /&gt;Me: EAT.IT.NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL picked a really tiny piece of watermelon and held it between her fingers. As she raised her hand towards her mouth, her eyes were clamped shut, and her face scrunched up tight like as if she's ready to taste shit. She stuck out a small portion of her tongue and licked the watermelon (By God, it's just WATERMELON). She opened her eyes and gave a disgusted face. I told her through gritted teeth to eat it, and she shook her head over and over again, saying "dun wannn. i dun wannn." Finally, she popped it into her mouth and chewed. Almost immediately, she grabbed a grape and ate it, as if to neutralize the poison she just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slapped my hand on my forehead and said weakly "omg, I have NEVER seen anyone who have never eaten watermelon before (to think you're already 16 years old), and dont like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL left at around 9.30, but forgot to take her mother's day gift with her --- Mangoes. Yes, she bought mangoes for her mum as mother's day gift. If that still isnt weird enough, her mum was the one who told LL to get her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one funky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-2910589930642766907?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/2910589930642766907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=2910589930642766907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2910589930642766907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/2910589930642766907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/abel-its-true-smelly-old-man-runs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7245865922669006510</id><published>2007-05-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:26:03.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灯光也暗了　音乐低声了&lt;br /&gt;口中的棉花糖也融化了&lt;br /&gt;窗外阴天了　人是无聊了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我的心开始想你了&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电话响起了　你要说话了　&lt;br /&gt;还以为你心里对我又想念了　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;怎么你声音变得冷淡了&lt;/strong&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;是你变了　&lt;strong&gt;是你变了&lt;/strong&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灯光熄灭了　音乐静止了　&lt;br /&gt;滴下的眼泪已停不住了　&lt;br /&gt;天下起雨了　人是不快乐　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我的心真的受伤了&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-7245865922669006510?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7245865922669006510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7245865922669006510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7245865922669006510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7245865922669006510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-4298190367463435656</id><published>2007-05-11T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:13:34.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ngo zeng sei lei ah. Mm ho zoi tong ngo gong yeh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lum ha, ngo geh blog title zen hai yao D doh ci yet gui. Jao sun ngo mm gong, ngo lum lei dou mm wui zoi tong ngo gong yeh. Ngo gu hei gum dai geh yong hei, fong dai jun yim, zoi ci sms lei, hei mong ngo dei yao hoh leng bin fan pang yao. Ho ah, lei hai yao reply ngo ah, dan hai dim gai, dim gai lei yew hai zui mei tong ngo gong D gum geh yeh? Lei yi gah sun dim ah! Hai seng geh yan dou mm wui gum gong gah lar! Cui fei lei tong ngo gong hai dak dang geh, gum ngo zen hai mo yeh ho gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei hai mai xiong tai ngo geh fan yeng ah? Lei xiong zoh ngo geh zi jun, dan hai lei mm ho yi wai ngo zong yi lei. Ngo gok dak lei yet zek yi lei dou hai dou wan ngo. Meh ngo dei hai ho ho geh pang yao, ngo dui lei ho zong yew. Sek si la! Lei dui ngo hai gum geh yet tou, dui kei tah lui zai yao hai tong yeung geh yet tou, gew ngo dim sun lei wah ngo dei hai meh zi gei ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei zong yi yet goh lui zai, jao tong kui seng wai pang yao, jip gan kui, dang dou kui yi wai lei hai yet goh ho yan, ong lei bin seng ho pang yao. Dang lei mm zoi zong yi, lei zao pek dai kui mm lei, gao dui kui but zi soh cho. Lei gum yeung wan yen geh gum qeng, zen hai ho zin gah! Lei dui goh goh dou yong yet yeung geh meng, gong dou ho ci ho qen mut gum, dan hai dou hao mei mai yao hai jiong goh meng yi zek dou leng oi yet goh lui zai sen xiong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngo gok dak ho bak ci, dim gai yi qin mo fat gok dou. Kei set ngo zen hai ho xiong tong lei zou ho pang yao, but guo ngo zou mm dou. Lei tai gan la. Gin sek guo lei geh sao fat, ngo yi geng mm gum zoi jip gan lei, sum pa mm zi gei si yao wui bei lei zoi ack doh yet ci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngo mm wui deng lei, mm wui zoi kei kao di meh. Hei mong dak yut gou, did dak zao yut sum. Ngo yew hok wui fong hoi, yen wai lei yi geng mm zoi jek dak ngo hui gok dak siong sum, hoh sek. Lei yi hao dim, zong yi di meh lui zai, lei mm sai zoi tong ngo gong, yen wai ngo mo heng cui zi. Zoi gin laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&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/21089617-4298190367463435656?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/4298190367463435656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=4298190367463435656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4298190367463435656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/4298190367463435656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/ngo-zeng-sei-lei-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-3527752298025818888</id><published>2007-05-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:51:54.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You do the same thing to everybody. Insincere bastard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it's kinda funny seeing how everyone tries to decipher my canto post. I'm sorry I'm being weird and all, blogging that way ya? But that's the only way I can type and store conveniently the stuff I think and feel sometimes. It's a way to channel out my stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponned school on wednesday and stayed home to do homework and everything. Nessa came over after school and we headed to RJ to watch the ACRJ match. We werent let down, it was one hell of a match. Best game I've ever watched, but AC lost :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's okay (although I know it's really not very ok to the ruggers, that's the only thing I can say), the AC ruggers fought hard! Next week they're going to play ACSi, whilst SA's going to play RJ on the same day. It was a tough choice to make between the 2, as to which one to watch. But by God we're blessed, the 2 matches are AT THE SAME PLACE, one after another. OMG WE GET TO WATCH BOTH. HAHA :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lesson all the way until 6 pm today. School's supposed to end at 4.30 but I had math remedial :(&lt;br /&gt;Was complaining about it alot, but after attending it, I'm SO glad I went for it. Before that I was so gonna give up on the whole graphical tech chapter cuz I was so clueless about everything. Now, HA, I'm a changed man. Thank you SO much, Mr Kayden Lim :)) Screw the fucking taiwan math lecturer, she's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-3527752298025818888?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/3527752298025818888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=3527752298025818888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/3527752298025818888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/3527752298025818888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-do-same-thing-to-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1062283917593267834</id><published>2007-05-10T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:31:14.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You see it fading, but there's nothing you can do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whao I have a bio test to study for, and math as well (due to a stupid remedial tmr) and I havent started on anything. Hoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was slack, quite slack la, as compared to other days of the week. My chinese teacher din come to class today, so I had 1 hr 40min break in a row. That hasn't happened for months. Told ah chua bout LL and vice versa, and they're going to meet up soon and become friends :DDDD Hopefully that'll make things much much less awkward when we go HK together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din see Nessa for the whole day today :(&lt;br /&gt;Well frankly speaking it felt really weird not seeing you, and I MISS YOU!! Haha we'll hav lunch together tmr ya? And I can see vicky and jess too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll blog about yesterday's match some other day. My tests are waiting for me, gotta run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RkL92DSshkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/opHgKhzmtSs/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062888036156343874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RkL92DSshkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/opHgKhzmtSs/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LL and I in thomson plazaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RkL92TSshlI/AAAAAAAAAaA/orH9n6rHouY/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062888040451311186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RkL92TSshlI/AAAAAAAAAaA/orH9n6rHouY/s320/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah chua!! Yes that's how you 2 look like (LL and You), you 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089617-1062283917593267834?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/1062283917593267834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=1062283917593267834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1062283917593267834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/1062283917593267834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-see-it-fading-but-theres-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0fJ7uRmcIro/RkL92DSshkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/opHgKhzmtSs/s72-c/DSC00958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-8107204945161938123</id><published>2007-05-08T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:36:15.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to change a new skin since this is screwed up. Editing in progress.&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/21089617-8107204945161938123?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/8107204945161938123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=8107204945161938123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8107204945161938123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/8107204945161938123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-decided-to-change-new-skin-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-7776839606100931448</id><published>2007-05-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:36:53.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something VERY wrong is happening to my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH nth is going right for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I'm ponning school tmr. Good night ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaN3___*]&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/21089617-7776839606100931448?l=jan3-jan3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/feeds/7776839606100931448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21089617&amp;postID=7776839606100931448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7776839606100931448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089617/posts/default/7776839606100931448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jan3-jan3.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-very-wrong-is-happening-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02777705725139706483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089617.post-1722442288491142618</id><published>2007-05-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:37:15.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lei yi ga sun dim sin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngo yong gong dong wa lei blog, yen dei wat zeh wui gok dek ngo ci seen. But guo lei dek lei la, ngo yi ga zeng hai siong jiong ngo soh yao geh lum fat seh dai, wat zeh dou jiong loi ho yi tai fan yin hao siew ha ngo yi qin yao gei soh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngo zi wai sum lei sek tai, but ngo bei lei zi dou ngo kum meh dou mo soh wai la, lei mm gong chut lei zao dak ga lar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leng oi yet goh sek dak tai ngo yi ga seh gen mut geh.. zao jeng fan lei la. But guo, ngo lum lei dou yi geng mm zoi lei ngo geh blog loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi cong hai SA sek duo lei, ngo mui yat dou gok dak ho hoi sum. Yao lei seng yat dao ngo siew, CCA goh zen si pui ngo, tong ngo keng gai, ngo zen hai ho hoi sum. Ngo xiong shun lei hai goh hou yan, but guo lei dui ngo geh hou, gei yan yu meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yat hoi ci, ngo yi wai ngo they hai ho ho geh pang yao, ho ci tong ci dao gum, hui been dou yat cai. Kei set yao lan guai yen dei wui yi wai ngo dei hai mai yat cai. Guo zoh gum doh ngo yut, ngo zui gan seen zi dou yun loi lei zong yi ngo. But guo mo gei loi zi hao, PAE zao yun zoh, ngo dei yew gok fen gok lo la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai lei lei hai sun hok hao yup bin ho hoi sum. Dou lei goh si hao, ngo seen zi fak gok, lei yi geng man man gum soh yun ngo. Lei wah lei ho mong, yao ho doh yeh zou. But gwo yu guo lei zen hai yao sum siong tong ngo gai jok zou pang yao geh, mui jiew zho sms ngo yao gei lan ah. Kei sut ngo mm hai guai lei mm zoi lei ngo, but gwo dim gai lei yew yong yat dai dui jek hao, wah lei yen wai mo si gan, sin zi wui fut luek zho ngo. Lei mm ho gong dou lei zi gei gum wai dai, ho ci ngo geh xiong sum dou hai doh yu geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngo ho lao lei, dim gai wui hai goh gum geh yan. Mm tong yat hoi ci, ngo dei wui gum "close", dou zeng hai yen wai lei zong yi ngo? Mm tong, dou zoh lei mm zoi zong yi ngo geh si hao, lei zao yi geng zoi lan dak lei ngo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngo zi gei dou mm zi dim gai, wui gum zoi fu lei. Ngo zi dou zi gei mm hai zong yi lei, but guo, ngo mui man, MUI MAN fen gao zi qin dou wui lum hei lei. Yen wai lum ehi lei, yi gok dak ho xiong sum. Ngo zen hai zen hai ho zen sek ngo dei li duun yao ceng gar. L
