<?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-8758146383521427016</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:07:13.192+08:00</updated><category term='outings'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='songs i like'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='personal'/><category term='trips'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>123 HAGAO!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-1967582809776637946</id><published>2010-01-10T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:50:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)　エットォ…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/S0mp-dcATVI/AAAAAAAAJ58/UTkh5AojmDc/s1600-h/Photo3359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/S0mp-dcATVI/AAAAAAAAJ58/UTkh5AojmDc/s320/Photo3359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425054116663545170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will be my last post on this blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Zoe came back to Fuhua, we talked to her for really long, and we took Polaroids too, using her cool camera. I guess girls are, at heart, all the same. And that is something that comforts me, I don't know why. Zoe's a huge inspiration to us all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking, a lot, after listening to what she said. Maybe I've been fooling myself into thinking that I'm getting better, but after yesterday it feels like someone tapped me on the shoulder and told me to look back. And I turn around to face a huge, bleak mess that I've been running away from before it consumes me. Now, having had stopped myself after such a long time of escapism, it feels like the past few months have never happened at all and I'm still the way I was from so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move on. What the hell is wrong with me? Everyone keeps telling me things will be fine and despite the initial resistance, eventually I started telling myself the same thing too. But nothing's gonna happen unless I do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - 4 = 14, ): ? Screw it, I'm not going to care anymore. Why should I care, nothing will change. Why should I invest all my emotions into a dormant cause, nothing will change. Why should I even bother at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - 4 = 14. Those are 14 reasons why I need to get up and move on, and now I know. 14 reasons why I'm not good enough, 14 things I can't ever match up to. I was never good enough, what did I think? Why did I even hold onto such a belief, I'm so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an important year, and in so many ways. This week has gone, and I have 51 more weeks to go before the year is over. I'm going to make it all better. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-1967582809776637946?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/1967582809776637946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/1967582809776637946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/1967582809776637946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_10.html' title='｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)　エットォ…'/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/S0mp-dcATVI/AAAAAAAAJ58/UTkh5AojmDc/s72-c/Photo3359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-4709594381652251002</id><published>2010-01-10T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:49:41.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>□＿ヾ(･_･ )カタカタ</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 301px;" src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc19/superstuckedup/18860_218226199029_677569029_307646.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me, unglam and living on 2 hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is &lt;b&gt;Huien&lt;/b&gt;, I'm used to it but I don't like it, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lazy student, full-time. I am trying to promote my rank to being a full-time mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst my favourite things to do are eating, sleeping, writing, taking photos, reading and having a good time in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I adore:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(500) Days of Summer, 4 Blondes – Candace Bushnell, Boys Like Girls, Dreaming, Eating, Faber Drive, Japan, Just Listen – Sarah Dessen, Katharine McPhee, Legally Blonde 2, Lenka, Lock &amp;amp; Key – Sarah Dessen, Making April, Mayday Parade, McFly, Mean Girls, Memoirs of a Geisha, My Kiasu Teenage Life In Singapore – Ee Lin See, Paramore, Pink, Pizza, Reading, Sia Furler, Sleeping, Sudoku, Snow Flower and The Secret Fan – Lisa See, Stacie Orrico, Taking photos, Takoyaki, The Diary of a Young Girl – Anne Frank, The Host – Stephenie Meyer, The Incredibles, The Truth About Forever – Sarah Dessen, Writing, Yakuza Moon – Shoko Tendo, YUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love my friends. They know who they are :) I'm a small small constituent of the Fuhua Shooting Club and Fuhua Prefectorial Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I am (trying to) busy (myself) with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuhua Orientation 2010&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuhua Prom Night 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GCE O'Levels 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dieting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I must burn off the fats I get from eating!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality is a huge vault of contradictions. Some adjectives I use to describe myself include stubborn, sensitive, emotional, pessimistic, selfish and gluttonous. This is what I think, I don't know exactly what others might think of me. But basically, most people tend to think I'm a gossip queen. At least I admit to gossiping, unlike some lowbrows who gossip about people and act like they're so flawless and perfect and demure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often refuse to tell people in detail about the underlying causes behind my horrible moods because I believe that telling doesn't change anything. And I do not ever cry in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of what else to type, except that I really love to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-4709594381652251002?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/4709594381652251002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4709594381652251002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4709594381652251002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='□＿ヾ(･_･ )カタカタ'/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-6461365498068563497</id><published>2010-01-04T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:04:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the way first days of school typically are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in my bathroom I pinned up my fringe and looked at myself into the mirror and thought to myself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's back to the ugly days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duty in the morning, things were kind of disorganised. Met our new Form Teachers (namely Mr Fong and Mr Tan). Nominated class monitors and monitresses. I WAS BLATANTLY SNUBBED BY MR FONG WHEN I TRIED TO NOMINATE CHEEYUAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mr Fong:&lt;/span&gt; Anymore nominations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(248, 33, 124);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CHEEYUAN! CHEEYUAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mr Fong:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-turns around to look at me-&lt;/span&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(248, 33, 124);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LET CHEEYUAN BE MONITOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mr Fong:&lt;/span&gt; What? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-scrunches up his face in a mock I-can't-hear-you expression, turns and walks away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our monitor's Kenny. The first time he shouted "Class stand!", Sally and I turned to see him smiling smugly to himself, he even said something like "Wa, 爽 ~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons, homework, then tuition. And then I got home. Did some of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now messaging TLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lizheng:&lt;/span&gt; Lol.you scared what?we also never rape girls.lol.i mostly never participate so much de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(248, 33, 124);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I where got scared or what. Whoever tries to rape me will have no Fathers' Day. Kick him in the balls man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to not let one small thing destroy my day, it's not worth it. =) But this feels so terribly difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 48);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 48);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 48);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 48);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more posts until I learn to be happy for 7 days straight. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-6461365498068563497?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/6461365498068563497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-way-first-days-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6461365498068563497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6461365498068563497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-way-first-days-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-6763739900219332159</id><published>2010-01-03T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:50:18.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck I feel very horrible now. But I also feel very happy HAHAHA. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Sz9tKrFhXKI/AAAAAAAAJ5k/47cHItwsGj0/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Sz9tKrFhXKI/AAAAAAAAJ5k/47cHItwsGj0/s320/DSC01442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422172506509368482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ee &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ong &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliases:&lt;/span&gt; Mr Lee, LFK, The King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOB:&lt;/span&gt; Can't remember. I saw it on his Teacher's Pass once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; According to his Facebook - "University of IMH'08 Mental Problem, St Magaret Sec '48"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt; DAMN DAMN DAMN.. Funny. Like seriously LOL. Crappy. Lazy. Act cute. STINGY! But sometimes quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CHEOWYI&lt;/span&gt; REMEMBER THIS PHOTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I have like a lot of stupid photos of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LFK&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA. I was talking to him on Facebook just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr Lee&lt;/span&gt; first stepped into our class (1R3, in 2007), he stood there for 5 minutes and nobody stopped talking. Finally, he screamed, "ENOUGH! I HAVE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR 5 MINUTES AND YOU ALL STILL CANNOT STOP TALKING!" He went on to establish his identity as "KING of this class", gesturing wildly, his hair drenched in sweat, fringe sticking to his forehead, and his shirt wet from said fluid. Sometimes, when Andrew gets on his nerves, he'll wave and swing his copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Whale Rider&lt;/span&gt; towards Andrew, stopping only inches before it reaches him and bellow, "I SMACK YOU THEN YOU KNOW AH!" LOL. Of course, he never does hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LFK&lt;/span&gt;. He also once told us, "You all want to sleep in my class? FINE! But please wake up when Mdm Oen or Mr Phor walks past. Do you know Mdm Oen has not been giving me my bonus for the past &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(insert number)&lt;/span&gt; years already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LFK&lt;/span&gt; once made my day. It was in the range and he was talking about each of us. When he got to me he said that I'm charismatic! LOL. He also said that I would make a great Head Prefect (this obviously didn't happen, not even close). And he said that something bad must have happened to me in 2007 cos I was really quiet back then. And some other nice stuff. So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt; and I once saw a picture of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr Lee&lt;/span&gt;'s son in his handphone. His son looks like Chunrong. LOLOLOL. Another dumb thing about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LFK&lt;/span&gt; is that he always finds his own jokes very funny. He started calling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt; "Cheowyee Mee" for no good reason and everytime he does, he'll smile and laugh to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la shall move on cos I want to finish this post quickly. I HAVE HOMEWORK TO DO! This may sound very stupid, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LFK&lt;/span&gt; is actually one of my favourite teachers in Fuhua (not that he is in Fuhua anymore, but still). It's so seldom you can get to have such fun with teachers, because they're always so uptight. But he's really candid and sometimes quite stupid (AHAHHAA) so we always.. bully him. I am laughing to myself now. Okay moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Sz9tLZBIzSI/AAAAAAAAJ50/A_5wJslwZEo/s1600-h/yunwei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Sz9tLZBIzSI/AAAAAAAAJ50/A_5wJslwZEo/s320/yunwei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422172518839012642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name: Chew &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yunwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliases:&lt;/span&gt; YW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOB:&lt;/span&gt; 2nd October 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; Bukit Timah Primary School, Tanglin Secondary School, Singapore Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt; Awesome to her friends, hates being restricted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yunwei&lt;/span&gt; in.. 2 years already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yunwei &lt;/span&gt;since I was 4 and she's the longest friend I have. She's also my first jie :) Back when we were still kids and hung around the Pavillion, roaming and running around playing catching, she always stuck up for me and was on my side whenever Alex and my sis bullied me. As we grew older and became tweens, we always walked our dogs together in the evenings. By that point, our families started to dislike each other (it's complicated). She was also the first person to introduce me to music :) When she got to Sec 1 and started going out more (previously she could seldom go out cos her mum didn't let her), she started discovering places and in 2004 she told me, "I discovered a new place for shopping. Jurong Point!!" At that point of time it all seemed so fascinating and grown-up to me. I looked up to her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she thinks highly of me. I am really glad to have a friend like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yunwei&lt;/span&gt; :) Once I've gotten to secondary school and when we do talk, she'd say "Sure got a lot of guys jio you right", even though I was like sososo ugly in Sec1 (still am la HAHAHHA). So weird, it almost seems like she's the only one that thinks I'm pretty even though she's seen me looking horrendously unglam since I was a kid. Which is why I always find what she tells me genuine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were way simpler back then, when we were still kids. Those days are over now but I'm happy that we had them! :) I swear I will go out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yunwei&lt;/span&gt; this year. Now that I am done writing, I suddenly miss her a lot ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Sz9tLGqJjxI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/XaA3KI0SCSY/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Sz9tLGqJjxI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/XaA3KI0SCSY/s320/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422172513910755090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name: Teng &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliases:&lt;/span&gt; Cheowpok, Cheowyee Mee, Pokpok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOB:&lt;/span&gt; 8th May 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; Princess Elizabeth Primary School, Fuhua Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt; Cannot remember who it was, but someone once told me she resembles a sotong. She is easily prone to laughter. Sweet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all - nice photo right??? &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have spent many hilarious moments with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt;. We will laugh at Zhang's rolls of fats, poke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;LFK&lt;/span&gt; with a screwdriver (please refer to first photo), talk about 可爱女人, Queen and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have also spent a few sad moments with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt;. Like that time I cried at SAFRA, everyone else was staring at me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and Soksan were the first ones to ask me what's wrong and if I was okay (well mainly cos they were standing around me but still). A lot of people continued to stare at me, it was so embarrassing, and then Darren Teo came over and passed me a pack of tissues. That day was one of the worst, ever, but I'm so glad to have had people like them there :) Oh yeah and also, on a few occasions where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt; was sad. I always didn't know the right things to say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALISED SOMETHING - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CHEOWYI&lt;/span&gt; I BOUGHT A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR YOU LAST YEAR BUT ALL OF IT IS STILL IN MY HOUSE?!?!?! That time I think I didn't tell you what it was cos I wanted to surprise you but aiya but now it's like how belated already? 7 months. Anyway it's a box of full of purple items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate going for training without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt;, because it'll always be so boring. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt; is a talent in Shooting, and Darren Teo once said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt;'s body is like, I quote, "a tripod". HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhang always remembers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi &lt;/span&gt;but not me, whenever she sees &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi &lt;/span&gt;she'll say stuff like "为什么怎么久没有来练了 ?!", "去射十发，射完了拿来给我看!!" Then she'll turn to me and give me the "Are-you-a-Sec-1" look or "You-are-such-a-noob-and-I-can't-be-bothered-with-you" face. Zhang doesn't know how to pronounce &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheowyi&lt;/span&gt;'s name and always calls her Chiao-yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO DO MY HOMEWORK NAOZXZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-6763739900219332159?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/6763739900219332159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-i-feel-very-horrible-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6763739900219332159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6763739900219332159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-i-feel-very-horrible-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Sz9tKrFhXKI/AAAAAAAAJ5k/47cHItwsGj0/s72-c/DSC01442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-6646794495039507061</id><published>2009-12-31T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:57:09.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All My Bells Are Ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe and holly&lt;br /&gt;Deck the halls&lt;br /&gt;But you don't come around&lt;br /&gt;And you don't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's just like the season to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is beating for you only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And wrap it in a ribbon and a bow&lt;br /&gt;Yes take my heart this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Take it wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Nestle by the fire from the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hear the carols, they are singing&lt;br /&gt;And I've only got one thing good for giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And wrap it in a ribbon and a bow&lt;br /&gt;Yes take my heart this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Take it wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bells are ringing just for you&lt;br /&gt;And I got no desire for someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And wrap it in a ribbon and a bow&lt;br /&gt;Yes take my heart this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Take it wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Take it wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Christmas is over, it's been 6 days, yes. But this song is nice, it fits my mood. And I haven't exactly done everything on my to-do list in the previous post yet. I just cannot resist the temptation to rant. I am feeling so depresseddddddddd. So much for not posting anything depressing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday has not only been fattening, but partly depressing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of the year, and I'm so not looking forward to the next year. Or rather, I am looking forward to all the things I can do in the following year, but something from this year is pulling me back from gleefully skipping into the new year. Stupid, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done my New Year Resolutions. I am usually very enthusiastic about the hopes and possibilities a new year has to offer. But this time I just don't feel like into moving onto something new when there's so much unresolved, you know? This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenka songs are so sad (some of them). Hearing some of them makes me feel like crying. Ridiculous. I swear this will be the last sad post on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! To all the people who are happy. As for those who are writhing in loneliness like I am (or writhing in pain like Cheeyuan is, since he just got his braces on), have a very stupid new year. Blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-6646794495039507061?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/6646794495039507061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-my-bells-are-ringing-lenka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6646794495039507061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6646794495039507061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-my-bells-are-ringing-lenka.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-4860009240572682797</id><published>2009-12-28T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:08:37.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few things for this post. (I foresee that this post will be a rather long one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTE TO SELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HI THERE!&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU ON 123HAGAO.BLOGSPOT.COM? PLEASE STOP WASTING YOUR TIME PROCRASTINATING AND GET ALL YOUR CRAP DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very vague and not-so-subtle reminder of the list of things you are to complete before you are allowed to click on the "New Post" button again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Prefects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orientation tee orders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;List of OLs leaving to be excused from class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;List of other CCAs helping out for Orientation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banner design&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask Gabbie if she can help with the banner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure Sean gets the banner cloth sewn together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry worksheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photocopy English worksheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start studying for Physics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get AceLearning homework from someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Miscellaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy school books, pencil case, new file(s), stationery, etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy new rubberbands, pins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay phone bill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get allowance for January&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big wardrobe clearout session with LIM HUI NING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear out desk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with some great people! I had a wonderful day (though something besides my load of undone work is bugging me now. Will bring that up again later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/C2anAteJiIsmxBHSbpseFw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCVlHYLHI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/DEsgaRPyejs/s288/P1030878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From L to R:&lt;br /&gt;Tessa Nai, Koh HS and Lee Hua Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel quite bad cos everytime we go out we'll always suan HS like mad HAHA. I am so sorry :) I do mean it. (The apology, I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zLQ4aszXL2NIZHH-XHYG-w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCZxciR3I/AAAAAAAAJ4A/YHbdXacI8Hc/s288/P1030885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Lim PJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met HS at the bus stop near her house and we took a bus down to Far East Plaza. We reached Far East Plaza at 11.30 AM (which is way too early, most of the shops weren't even open yet) and met up with the others. Walked around, talked, ate, etc. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to 313@Somerset. It's totally awesomeeeeee so much to look at over there. Especially at Forever 21, it's so much better than the other branches. First of all, it's bigger (4 floors!). Also, the things get more affordable as you make your way up. (Still, I don't understand how a skirt - an ugly one at that - can cost the same as a nice dress. Both were $40, in case you were wondering.) Funniest of all, we came to the really small section of the shop that was displaying lingerie. It was hysterical. There were some ugly bras there sold for $31. Can you believe it? There were shiny/decorative stones embellished all over them. It's damn damn damn ugly. And for $31. Goud. We kept laughing at the bras. Also there were some that were lacy and had a leopard print design - sold for $13. No doubt an attempt to make the wearer look or feel provocative/exotic. It's nothing short of ridiculous, though. Seeing that, um, unique design, Ris Low references started flying all over the air automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the skirt that I almost bought from the F21 US website. It was there on the racks, and guess what was the price indicated on the price tag? $19!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so going to buy it when I go back there next year with Tessa. Yayyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before we went to Forever 21, there was a year-end sale at Cotton On. That was where they took the photo (the one where they were wearing the sunglasses). We also went to Action City. Somehow, though it is smaller in size to its JP counterpart, it features some products which appeal more to me. It is just so.. cute. (Sounds very bimbotic but I just can't find a better adjective to use.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes were killing me so I bought a pair of flats at Uniqlo. It's an ugly pair but it's the nicest design out of the other ugly pairs of slippers available at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uP1QXzp3mKB14hI_acT4HA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCWiszWVI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/YqyiPA54GLY/s288/P1030879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Action City. There were playing with something. A mini whack-a-mole machine, which can be purchased there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DbeIy80_O3qGbvVFzJY4pw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCXdWW4bI/AAAAAAAAJ30/vr57QZ6AVhA/s288/P1030880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a mobile shop. There were phones on display and this one was on so people could try and use it. This is what I typed in a message. I left it there so the next person who tries to use it will see it HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eaZqUUFYM7WY543WV9O35A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCYWyAxnI/AAAAAAAAJ34/yd4_cZ3AHjM/s288/P1030882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/U5fzijaxt5F4MIIxBR_h2A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCY7_MS-I/AAAAAAAAJ38/XTwnV55gmWY/s288/P1030884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl. I had to camp outside her cubicle in the toilet to take this photo. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WU9eJXDXiVUKDOP3v9kTSQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCalBI36I/AAAAAAAAJ4E/WxLzH3JNRZA/s288/P1030886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/X4yAqBMLDfWGn9zRKGY7LQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCbL2te7I/AAAAAAAAJ4I/XsPt2D9rF00/s288/P1030887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ewKcVb8Cs2-bS0sTL0-RRw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCb7QGsvI/AAAAAAAAJ4M/3FfPrz0BQuI/s288/P1030888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m8ODynOo3-a_-kc8NdyaqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCcbAcYXI/AAAAAAAAJ4Q/gT5FZ7BGXyA/s288/P1030889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vTMN2mZDL-PwPPWPadUjZA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCdXQ5IgI/AAAAAAAAJ4U/v0lVc2mLi5s/s288/P1030890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with HT cos she ran off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/merokoislove/281209?feat=embedwebsite#5420295979642316354"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCebwO5kI/AAAAAAAAJ4Y/uZBke12wios/s288/P1030894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this outside Ngee Ann City. You probably can't see it but it spells out 'Live Laugh Love'. Which I find nice, although it's something cliché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 313@Somerset we went to Orchard Central and roamed around the compound aimlessly. We looked at a lot of stuff but didn't buy anything. After Orchard Central we went back to Takashimaya to get some stuff to eat. After that, separated from Cheryl and HT. Went back to Far East Plaza with Tessa and HS. After ages of walking I bought a top and a pair of flats. They were forced to march around the place with me, how mean of me haha :) Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, took a bus home with HS, while Tessa went to meet her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful day. Until I saw something just now that screwed up my mood a little. Stupid. Okay don't feel like talking about it. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-4860009240572682797?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/4860009240572682797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-things-for-this-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4860009240572682797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4860009240572682797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-things-for-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzjCVlHYLHI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/DEsgaRPyejs/s72-c/P1030878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-6222972280095266218</id><published>2009-12-26T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:11:48.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzWYnq6y0_I/AAAAAAAAJ2o/K9tx6khBZSc/s1600-h/HK+trip..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzWYnq6y0_I/AAAAAAAAJ2o/K9tx6khBZSc/s320/HK+trip..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419405533913469938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo. Cos everyone looks cool in this photo. (With the exception of Yongxiang. HAHAHAHAHAHA okay not funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;That's why I need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you... steel. LOL.&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/8758146383521427016-6222972280095266218?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/6222972280095266218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-this-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6222972280095266218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6222972280095266218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzWYnq6y0_I/AAAAAAAAJ2o/K9tx6khBZSc/s72-c/HK+trip..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-3108408620494073822</id><published>2009-12-25T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:40:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing uglier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;YONGLAY:&lt;/b&gt; Hello! Tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sally:&lt;/b&gt; ANOTHER INDIAN SONG?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;YA LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cheowyi:&lt;/b&gt; Cheeyuan was rather emo when I first got to know him. HAHAHAHAHHAA. NICEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ye he like always also like that. Yesterday he was reading some 见不得光的书 with Kenny in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KahShin:&lt;/b&gt; HELLOS ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hi Kah Shin! "My favourite alphabet J eremy Lam". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;god:&lt;/b&gt; lol, i am nt a noob dog!&lt;br /&gt;Ya okay HAHA. God of Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gabbie:&lt;/b&gt; Heyyou. Hi (: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;YO AHBI! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ken':&lt;/b&gt; Porc = Pork = Pig la, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lizheng:&lt;/b&gt; eh!WHATS A PORC!&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to remember the Cantonese phrases we learnt so we can use them next year LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-3108408620494073822?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/3108408620494073822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-im-growing-uglier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/3108408620494073822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/3108408620494073822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-im-growing-uglier.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-2220286709639124090</id><published>2009-12-23T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:34:29.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can somebody explain to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why everybody is trying to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living like a celebrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doing what they see on MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice is cool, but I'm looking for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple things is what my heart beats for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos that's me, I don't ask for much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, having you is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I keep listening to this song. It's just catchyyyy but sounds like an Indian song LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today, cos I just bought my new school shoes. I'm gonna stow them somewhere till school reopens, if my mum sees them I'm so dead. I love my new shoes!! They are my source of happiness for today. Yayyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was like feeling sooooooooo... Upset last night. But I talked to the GOD OF CHOCOLATES and it was betterrrrrrrrrrrr. HAHAHA. Iono maybe it just feels better knowing that someone's feeling just like you are. Like someone knows how you feel, not just claiming to know it but really understanding it. Does this sound very sadistic? In any case, 谢谢你, noob dog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me today I looked like I gained weight. I looked in the mirror and felt/looked fatter. THANKS. (No sarcasm.) I am so going to go exercise now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that.. I'm going for the X'mas Party now. Bye 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-2220286709639124090?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/2220286709639124090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-somebody-explain-to-me-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/2220286709639124090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/2220286709639124090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-somebody-explain-to-me-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-7597103296923399561</id><published>2009-12-21T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:10:03.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching some World's Most Amazing Videos thing in Jiting/Jikai's room now. Omfg it's damn scary. There was this guy that tried to do a back flip from off a vending machine. He hit his feet first, then knees, then he went face down. What the hell, then he broke like don't-know-what-else and got a concussion. His nose was bleeding, he was muttering "I told you I was gonna regret it" and it's just really freaky in general. I used to want to get knocked down by a car just to experience how it feels like (as stupid as this sounds) but now I don't want this to happen because it is really freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys (Jiting, Jikai, Lionel, Jianzhe, Kengyi, Keng Munn) are screaming/shouting in the beds now cos they got freaked out HAHAHA. On the TV screen, some guy just jumped off a building or something. I'VE NO IDEA HOW KAH SHIN CAN BE TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS TO THEIR CRIES, AND SHE'S STILL USING JIANZHE'S LAPTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun - I went to Kah Shin's room at night. Read out SOMEONE's blog and it was mad funny. Kah Shin showed me the blog. Lol she's damn evil. We kept laughing at the blog writer and I kept reading out lines of the blogs melodramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going back tomorrow (lol just realised it's the second time I'm saying this) and my 2 cups of maggie mee are in Kah Shin's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sidetrack:&lt;/span&gt; OMGOMGOMOGMGOMG WTF BRITTANY MURPHY DIED?!?!?!?! LIKE, YESTERDAY??? I DIDN'T KNOW OMG ): She's like one of my favourite actresses. Not in top 10, but still. This is horrible ): I have only seen her in Uptown Girls, along with Dakota Fanning. SADDDDDDDD. She's only 32, ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song I Like #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undiscovered - Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad song! Haha. It was omnipresent in my life when I was in Sec 1. No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say about this song because I am too distracted/stunned by the fact that Brittany Murphy, whom I've just seen on my portable DVD screen only a few months back spinning around as Molly Gunn in Uptown Girls, is now dead and probably lying in a coffin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-7597103296923399561?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/7597103296923399561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/watching-some-worlds-most-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/7597103296923399561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/7597103296923399561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/watching-some-worlds-most-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-5401801198240159177</id><published>2009-12-19T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:10:18.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who remembered my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I am so not going to post a birthday wishlist on my blog. I mean I do want the stuff but whenever I do get the stuff I want I'm embarrassed/guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;谢谢你大哥 (Weili) and 小妹 (Samuel)!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garghzxz the room so noisy cos everyone's gaming. Okay that aside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special commendation for Weili and Samuel - for gatecrashing Fuhua and lying to the security guard lol???? Weili told the guard that he's P6 which is like so unbelievable cos he's so tall! -_- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired nao so I'm lazy to continuezxzxzxz gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARD ROCK HOTEL FTW. (\/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tingting's room nao LOL. With Keng Munn, Kengyi, Lim Bin, Jikai, Jiting, Lionel, Jianzhe, Kah Shin and Jiim (yeah his name has two 'i's lol). Everyone's either playing DoTA or Daidi O: Sian ah! Jianzhe using hairband now LOLOL. I swear by the end of this trip I will get a photo of that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, thanks again to everyone who remembered about my birthday. :) I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stages of My Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month before birthday - relatively excited! Starts rambling crap about presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks before birthday - excitement increases. Officially starts acting 不要脸, proceeds to post birthday wishlist on blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week before birthday - starts to feel bored/jaded. Nervous, even. Don't really feel like celebrating my birthday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days before birthday - wants presents but doesn't feel like celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of birthday - doesn't know what to do. A bit no mood to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've realised this happens EVERY YEAR. Like last year I stayed at home and rotted lol :X This year was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post again in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; LIZHENG IS A PORC. Evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lizheng:&lt;/span&gt; LOL shhhh&lt;br /&gt;must be waiting for ppl to wish u happy belated birthday right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; no la SIAO LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-5401801198240159177?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/5401801198240159177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-to-everyone-who-remembered-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/5401801198240159177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/5401801198240159177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-to-everyone-who-remembered-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-5223231129311083589</id><published>2009-12-17T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:02:45.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TIRED TIRED TIRED I didn't even do anything today. Hate this weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going off tomorrow bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ken':&lt;/span&gt; Bonjour! Haha, qui est-il que vous aimez ?&lt;br /&gt;Act french la you LOL! You used the online translator right! J'aime… PORCS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kai Li:&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, how you managed to find my blog? :o Taggs ^^&lt;br /&gt;Haha through links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabbie:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, everyone sees sadness in my eyes!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;Of course~ Blame Greg for starting the phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rachelng!:&lt;/span&gt; heyhey, your tuition buddy here! Have you done your homeworks? HAHA, i've not! :X&lt;br /&gt;Nope! HAHA. Seeya next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zhixian:&lt;/span&gt; zhixian likes the anti-cheena post HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lizheng:&lt;/span&gt; lols.anti cheenaist!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-5223231129311083589?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/5223231129311083589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-tired-tired-i-didnt-even-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/5223231129311083589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/5223231129311083589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-tired-tired-i-didnt-even-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-269934241547278421</id><published>2009-12-17T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:46:04.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs i like'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Est-ce que tu savais que je t'aime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu me fais me sentir vivant,&lt;/span&gt; you made me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's raining now, cool :) Am gonna sleep soon cos it's been eons since I've slept in weather like this. The perfect weather for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my dreams have either been sad or crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sad dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of the apocalypse in TW. I didn't tell anybody [except for one UNIMPORTANT person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(read: Wong Hai Song)&lt;/span&gt;] what it was about specifically. And I told him cos I was rambling on, in a bad mood. I regret it even though it does not make a difference. But it just felt personal, something I should have kept to myself. But the dream was really sad. I woke up wanting to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One crappy dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt that I was singing the Super Mario theme song with someone. I cannot remember who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song I Like #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Dream It's Over - Sixpence None The Richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what this song is about. But the random lyrics appeal to me. It's a cover version of the actual song by another band. I forgot which band that is, I've heard it before though. I prefer this version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-269934241547278421?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/269934241547278421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/est-ce-que-tu-savais-que-je-taime-tu-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/269934241547278421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/269934241547278421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/est-ce-que-tu-savais-que-je-taime-tu-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-1980560568159242749</id><published>2009-12-14T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:53:11.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc19/superstuckedup/dlee1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc19/superstuckedup/dlee2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fkYFVBAMPWg9o6GlasQEBA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyZZI3AE6KI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/OpCSw75DW_M/s288/P1030588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lccqOEA9zd-JibqkHbu7eg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyZZKSuyt9I/AAAAAAAAJ1U/mU462SDUVO0/s288/P1030589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with these four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uLKueyR5U9zkJ8SQ7t9Kmw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyZZLSdIvtI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/JrQ1GwoBV9Y/s288/P1030590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From background to foreground: Felicia, Gabbie, Gregory, Darren Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other photos can be found at Gabbie's blog, she nabbed some from my phone haha. Lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Sally Chua today, she went mad LOL. Walked, talked, ate, gossiped, shopped! She bought a lot of stuff. On my way meeting her, my flats collapsed apart -_- Had to buy a new pair at Far East. The stuff at Topshop is so expensive :/ F21 was much better. But frankly I can't find much nice stuff from the F21 and Topshop at ION Orchard? Weird. BB bought a pair of sunglasses from F21. We went to Cotton On and bought the same dress =) When I came out from the fitting room after trying to dress on she asked me if it was nice and I nodded excitedly and she laughed. She paid for my dress. Thanks BB :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. Am tired. I forgot what I wanted to post about. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I REMEMBER NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may want to skip the following paragraph if you are a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a look at the DKNY Be Delicious in Green Apple, and also in Peach Blossom. I didn't know which one to buy!!!!!! The one in Green Apple had a crisper, more fresh scent but it was rather flat. The Peach Blossom one smelled sweet and really nice but I was afraid that it would be a bit too over because what I am looking for is a sweet but crisp and fresh scent (lol which basically is a mixture of the two but it's not like you can mix them together). I didn't know which one to buy. The bottle was so cute too. The Peach Blossom one was more popular with the masses. But Megan is using the Green Apple one :/ I can't decide which one I want because both are equally appealing!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-1980560568159242749?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/1980560568159242749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/photos-from-yesterday-went-out-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/1980560568159242749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/1980560568159242749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/photos-from-yesterday-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyZZI3AE6KI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/OpCSw75DW_M/s72-c/P1030588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-3788155420720564532</id><published>2009-12-14T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:52:14.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All you care about is your darling son. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend thousands of dollars on him for tuition, 也不见得他考得特别优秀. 随便你啦，你高兴就好 lor. Note: Jinjie did not have any tuition at all and he scored 260. And who was the one who called Jinjie a bad influence? Lol. More like your son's a bad influence on Jinjie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high hopes for him all because the fengshui results show that he's going to have a beautiful future ahead of him. Sometimes I secretly wonder if you are just sticking to him because you believe he's going to strike it big in the future and you're going to live off him. (Sounds very evil, unlike something a mother would do but I can't help but think this way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be coming back on the 22nd and all you can think about is, that on that particular day, your son will be receiving his PSLE posting results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how you treat me, I guess you have done adequately enough as a mother, however I just do not feel the emotional connection with you, please stop trying to force it out. Not gonna happen. And all because I refuse to go for a so-called moral/values class hosted by that cult you are in, I am, in your eyes, a rebellious teenager that is childish, juvenile, and completely incapable of thinking and making mature decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not give a shit about your favouritism and particular liking towards your son. You refuse to admit it but the whole world can see it. And I don't think that you're blind to it, you are just adamant - completely unwilling to accept the inconvenient truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not like I am jealous about not being treated the way you treat him, and I don't feel inferior because you are lavishing more of your attention on him. "He's a problem kid, he needs someone to keep tabs on him all time lest he goes astray, he's clever but not putting his intelligience to full use..." I have heard all of that. I understand that you need to spend more time with him. So he will evolve into the genius you want him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to it because it's been so many years of favouritism. And please don't deny that you do not succumb to favouritism because 7 years back you'd told me while I was folding clothes with you that I was your favourite. Which I felt happy about, but guilty too because it was unfair to my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya whatever la. You are my mother and you love me. I know that. You just love your son more lol. If not why would you call your son handsome when he has a major breakout? And my complexion is comparatively better but I'm being told by you that I'm ugly. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facial complexion is probably a very childish and superficial way to show that you are biased towards him. But whatever. Things go way deeper and further than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND AND AND&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not angry or sad. Just felt like ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-3788155420720564532?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/3788155420720564532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-you-care-about-is-your-darling-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/3788155420720564532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/3788155420720564532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-you-care-about-is-your-darling-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-1464364019547169979</id><published>2009-12-14T01:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:51:58.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today (or rather, yesterday), I went out with Gabbie, Felicia, Darren Lee and Gregory. DIDN'T KNOW THAT GREG READS MY BLOG, I'm surprised/amused/shocked/stunned/horrified/terrified/I'mjustrandomlyfillingadjectives. HI GREG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to do another post about my friends, and then I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xne9gJmNX1H99Yu45wVYcQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCPTR6eeUvtyYigE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SddUwtEXE-I/AAAAAAAAGNI/5TdvJLbJQDI/s288/P1010183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliases:&lt;/span&gt; Woo Chee, Ch'yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOB:&lt;/span&gt; 7th November 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; Bukit Timah Primary School, Fuhua Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt; Crazy and insane! Loud and funny. Hilarious. Nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt; was rather emo when I first got to know him. Initially I did not talk to him at all. I got to know him this year. In Term 1 we sat rather far apart and since there wasn't the need, we didn't talk. But it was damn funny, in Term 1 we went to the Chemistry Lab once and then there was the water-spraying incident LOL. Ms Lin punished him and Nickson - they had to hold up the water bottle containing distilled water with both hands up in the air HAHAHA. And Ms Lin would shout, "Not high enough, higher!!" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in Term 2 I moved to the side of the class. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt; sat in front of Zhixian and I, with Gekhooi. Eventually Gekhooi shifted to the front and Emelia took over her seat.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan &lt;/span&gt;would call Emelia "Gorilla" and Emelia would always hit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt; LOL. It was funny to see them squabble and fight. Those were the good days. (Lol sounds so old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always screamed and shouted in class, and at random intervals. At the beginning of the year it was the "YEEHAW" fetish, he would make sounds similar to a horse galloping and then scream "YEEHAW" like, SUPER LOUDLY (amplitude = 100m). Sometimes he'd do it when I tell him to and I would laugh like mad. Then once, school was over and I was packing my stuff. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt; went out of class and down the corridor. A while later I could hear him scream "YEEHAW" from all the way down the corridor and I burst into peals of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another time Zhixian and I kept touching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt;'s hair cos it was really soft. LOL. He uses Johnson Baby Shampoo HAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt; extracted his teeth recently and one of the roots broke, he had to do a surgery. He got stitches and everything, man that must've hurt. Next week will be a replay... Lol. Good luck Woo Chee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion (lol SS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt; never does Mr Fong's homework until he definitely has to), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheeyuan&lt;/span&gt; is a good friend and he always makes people laugh. He is also buay paiseh about a lot of things (I don't know why either). Like once I was messaging him and he suddenly said "As I am typing this now I am sitting on something called the toiletbowl..." Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only writing about two people today! The next person is someone important too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ik5j2eD9_tRRQKGE2C6E7Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/R8VXmG7v1-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/nn8zC1G3CA4/s288/fiona%27s%20a%20nerd.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt; Loh Ke Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliases:&lt;/span&gt; I used to call her various nicknames. But I don't already and I can't remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOB:&lt;/span&gt; 9th April 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; Keming Primary School, Fuhua Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt; Stylish, different, daring. A nice person at heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never forget that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s the one I dyed my hair with the very first time! It was a totally impromptu decision, we were talking about it in school/on the bus (cos we bought take 157) and decided to go ahead with it. We bought a bottle of dye at West Mall and then went over to her house to dye it. I was so afraid it'll be too brown and that we'll get caught in school the next day. But it was barely noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the two piercings that girls usually already have, I went to get my third piercing with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That was when she pierced her nose. Leow Simin was there too, accompanying us. Back then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was always the one that was the most daring, amongst us all. We had so much fun in Sec 1, skipping class, talking back to teachers and everything. OH once, we had a triple period Science lesson, which we knew equated to total boredom. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to skip it, we went to the library and in the end the librarian wanted to go for lunch so he asked us if we minded staying there, and we said we didn't. So we got locked up there HAHA. We used the computers in the library and I blogged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday, July 05, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are locked in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to be at the Science Lab having Science lessons, but we went to the library to print The Pen Awards Essay instead. Turns out that the bloody computer we turned on just can't even access to the Internet, hence I'm using a different computer. Hopefully it is connected to the printer, if not I'll have to go home and print it out instead, then bring it back to Mdm Rafidah. Which is stupid, no one even reminded me that I had to bring it. If they did, I would have already printed it. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems a bit scary to be locked in the library; it's so quiet. I mean, the library is supposed to be quiet, but ironically, our school library is never quiet. At least, I've never heard complete silence in here before. I thought I still had to speak softly, so that time when I played Scrabble in the library I was actually whispering to Xianyun. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, LEOW Simin just messaged me. She said that Mdm Shurtini found out that we were skipping her class. But she doesn't know who we (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I) are. Damn. But this library is acting as an adobe, an escape from the school. After all, it is &lt;strong&gt;locked&lt;/strong&gt;. Only the librarian has the keys, and he is having his lunch downstairs in the canteen, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm getting kind of scared. Hope she doesn't come. Damn damn damn.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was totally calm back then. Hahaha back then, sometimes I'd wish I could be like her :) She's very 讲义气　you know. Once, a huge group of us were caught for skipping class and she stood up for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember accompanying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when she went for the model interview thing. And I met her mum and brother. Her mum treated me to ice cream. Actually, I remember a lot of things about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a great person. Because she really is :) Sadly we drifted apart in Sec 2. I don't really know why. There were a lot of misunderstandings. We don't talk much these days either. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is still a really important person to me :D (somehow... I don't know why either hahaha but yeah). There was a lot of bitching in Sec 1, and after Xianyun transferred, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was probably the only friend I had in Fuhua that I was still rather close to? Until Elycia and Jayda started to hang out with us at the end of Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! I hope you stay happy always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the photo up there of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was taken last year. Granted, it's definitely not her best picture. She does not actually wear nerd specs like that. Nicer photos of her are available on her blog :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-1464364019547169979?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/1464364019547169979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-or-rather-yesterday-i-went-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/1464364019547169979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/1464364019547169979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-or-rather-yesterday-i-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SddUwtEXE-I/AAAAAAAAGNI/5TdvJLbJQDI/s72-c/P1010183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-6215209847763976556</id><published>2009-12-12T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:51:48.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Bathroom Tour</title><content type='html'>Was pretty bored, thought of doing this and then I got rather excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time in my bathroom everyday. Lol. On average, I take at least 30 minutes to shower and everything. Most of the time I'm the only person in my family using this bathroom. Masaka (William) has also labelled my bathroom as my camwhoring studio, LOL. All right so here's a tour of the infamous camwhoring studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you step into my bathroom this is what you will see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OFnwWjYPOPVeSGIhGG_ZvQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXk4V1C_I/AAAAAAAAJzA/7utBnR_CZ04/s288/P1030569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WnMCMeNc78rWVBhJE2lGUA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXoKqzxyI/AAAAAAAAJzI/2YMetwasD-Y/s288/P1030571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually some fountain thing, but it's spoilt so my mum just dumped it there and decided to grow a plant there. So I use it to put stuff sometimes. For example if I need to apply serum to my hair but need to blow dry it first, I put the serum in one of the green pots. As you can see, my hair dryer is also in one of the pots. And I've put all my hair bands on the top at the biggest pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair at the side is used to hang my towel. When I bathe I also put my clothes there. The laundry basket is used to put all my dirty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CDa4D7bTgpHQu_itnMscPA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXr4VK9jI/AAAAAAAAJzQ/Cuumq0cBe7I/s288/P1030574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to their chair is the sink area and this row of drawers. And also a rack of plants belonging to my mum (but she doesn't really take care of them). On top of the drawers and on the sink you'd see all the products I use, lol. Which is a lot. I don't actually use all of them. And there's the mirror I stare into daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fh-0fmFltY3aAI3uUiNIjQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXpf6Z0OI/AAAAAAAAJzM/WGfZ85Vr_xs/s288/P1030573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shower area. I don't really use that bucket. But I use the rack used to hold it. All the products I use are down there. Shampoo (4 bottles omg), conditioner (2 bottles), body soap (2 bottles) and a bottle of facial cleanser. In case you were wondering, I don't actually use all of them. I just bought some of them but they weren't really suitable so I stopped using them and left them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and hanging on the wall is a scrub thing I use to exfoliate my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KsSsSFiMbtLZzz7-NHKpVg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXmWobSuI/AAAAAAAAJzE/V6XcEerKs0w/s288/P1030570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the toiletbowl lol. Nothing interesting about that. Except maybe the picture hanging on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QolXUsgY2tyTUh6Xf4p1hg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXwZXBGrI/AAAAAAAAJzc/Ue1GDqbvpCc/s288/P1030580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sink area and the top of the drawer, where I put all the stuff I use. I think I don't use one third of the stuff. On the top left hand corner you can see three pots of cacti, which I bought long ago and forgot about. And there are two clocks on the drawer top (both of which are not working - I didn't refill the batteries). I bought them so I can remember the date and time (the longer clock has this function that lets you see the date) but they haven't been put to use this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some products I use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jldkT5br6RrEELvuKzMy_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXtNVCrDI/AAAAAAAAJzU/76aMTqD-Ab8/s288/P1030576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the moisturizer I use. Initially I bought it because I'd thought it would work as a whitening lotion to lighten my skin tone. I'm unevenly tanned so I was trying to get rid of that. But it doesn't work that well for that purpose. Recently though, I have discovered that it works perfect if you have skin discolouration. Skin discolouration is when the wounds on your skin have heeled, and they're not indented or anything, but the skin colour looks darker. So applying this helps to lighten the skin, and the results are significant. I apply it after I shower in the evening and my skin always looks better the next day. Note: I don't use this on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yGQpcb2PdHtdQePiZ1DWxQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXvENkTtI/AAAAAAAAJzY/U5jhvtibXik/s288/P1030578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair oil from Lucido-L, a worthy buy. When I want to go out but my hair is in an unruly state, this is what I use. I wash my hair, then blow dry it and apply this. After that I straighten my hair using a straightener. I don't always use this, sometimes I'm lazy. But when I do it helps a lot. It's $16 I think? Very good for people like me who have dry/chemically damaged, or just horrible hair in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XeuTbmQSQsNffU8c3GwzvA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXyeyNhmI/AAAAAAAAJzg/6dfMNqw1EpI/s288/P1030582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a small metal container I bought from Thailand that I use to store my clips, pins, rubber bands, ear sticks, etc. Lol there's a thumbdrive there, don't ask why. I just left it there and forgot to take it out. The two-pin plug is an extra one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qvdOYAW-XYaxh2BcL3Ex5w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMX15NfOsI/AAAAAAAAJzs/tFf4s25HZ54/s288/P1030586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the big ass clip I use to clip up my hair when I'm washing my face in the morning. I also use it to clip up my hair at home so my fringe doesn't fall over my face. Also, I use it to clip my hair up when I don't want to wash it. I've brought it along with me to camps and overseas trips. Somehow people always laugh about it because it's big. LOL. I don't know why. But I like to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags (I haven't done this in such a long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizheng:&lt;/span&gt; Cos that photo nice ma! Haha. Don't need wait, school reopen I will bring hagaos already. LIZHEN, WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darren Teo:&lt;/span&gt; No! Dunno why I'll dream of her haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheowyi:&lt;/span&gt; LOL. She not in Singapore now leh, maybe she went for holiday or something. Next year see her confirm from 2 rolls increase to 3 rolls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheeyuan:&lt;/span&gt; Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben Chia:&lt;/span&gt; Lol. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-6215209847763976556?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/6215209847763976556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/bathroom-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6215209847763976556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6215209847763976556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/bathroom-tour.html' title='Bathroom Tour'/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SyMXk4V1C_I/AAAAAAAAJzA/7utBnR_CZ04/s72-c/P1030569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-4143678402571246119</id><published>2009-12-12T01:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:49:39.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun talking to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt; China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Stranger:&lt;/span&gt; and u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; oh sorry, i dont talk to people with lousy english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have disconnected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have talked to people from England, US, Korea, Istanbul (Turkey), China (-.-), Portugal and a few more I can't remember. I added the guy from Korea but I don't think we are going to talk and I might delete him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post note: Deleted the people I added cos don't feel like talking to them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-4143678402571246119?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/4143678402571246119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/fun-talking-to-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4143678402571246119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4143678402571246119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/fun-talking-to-strangers.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-7218985220810027817</id><published>2009-12-11T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:49:09.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am currently working on the design for the Orientation tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself, suddenly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the last hour organizing my fonts and looking for a suitable font for the front part of the shirt. AND I'VE FOUND THE PERFECT ONE! I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-7218985220810027817?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/7218985220810027817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-currently-working-on-design-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/7218985220810027817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/7218985220810027817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-currently-working-on-design-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-6762911854139368376</id><published>2009-12-08T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:48:41.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefects meeting in the morning at 10 AM, for Orientation. I was late as usual, got there at 10.10 AM. Need to kick this habit of being late all the time. Talked and stuff, it struck me once again how much I had to do and how little time I had. A little bit stressed but didn't think too much about it, changed clothes, said goodbye to Jing Yong and went to eat prata with Jeslyn, Yi Lun, Hai Song, Brendan and Ben Chia. Ate and talked and told them stuff about Taiwan. Discussed Prefects' stuff. Left and went to Clementi, Yi Lun went along with me cos he had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to kbox, said goodbye to Yi Lun then went up. Sally came out and brought me into the room, Lizheng wasn't singing. Zhixian said "Hi" to me. As usual Kenny was the one getting high. I must commend Kenny and Lizheng though, for singing 梁山伯与茱丽叶 together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;：&lt;/span&gt; 我爱你, 你是我的 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tan Lizheng&lt;/span&gt;~ 我愿意变成你的 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together：&lt;/span&gt; 幸福的每一天 浪漫的每一夜 把爱永远不放开 I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lizheng&lt;/span&gt;：&lt;/span&gt; 我爱你, 你是我的 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ 我愿意变成你的 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chen Li Zheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together&lt;/span&gt;： 幸福的每一天 浪漫的每一夜 美丽的爱情祝福著 未来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was hilarious. Though it might not sound hilarious here. Anyway it was fun. Ate MOS for dinner, Kenny treated me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done recapping, here is what I really want to rant about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed, not incredibly stressed but still stressed. It's getting on my nerves. Just now I scrambled awake at 8.47 AM and immediately looked at the clock. Luckily, I'm not late. I've got tuition later and I'm supposed to wake up early. When I fell back into my bed the details of the dream I had was slowly dissipating but I tried holding on to the more memorable details and amongst them were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Coach Zhang. CAN'T BELIEVE IT, why am I dreaming of her!!!!!!! And her maggie mee hair. In the dream she saw me, it was when school reopened and I'm in Sec 4. She saw me and said, "你是不是新的中一学生?" What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I dreamt that I was rushing through my proposals. Now I am feeling utterly stressed because the reality is, I've got tons of proposals to do for Orientation and I've got literally VERY LITTLE time (because I'm still going to Penang. There is Wifi there and I'm bringing my laptop but that probably means I'll still have to do my proposals there), and this fact is smacking me hard in the face. And I don't want to screw this up, I want Orientation to be great. Stupidstupid, I ought to get to work like NOW and stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; The Orientation tee. I have practically little, or no inspiration. Why are my creative juices not working? I am not particularly worried about the Orientation banner because that can be done when I'm back from Penang, banners don't take very long. BUT THE TSHIRTS. I need to come up with a design, liaise with the agent a few times, collect orders, submit the orders, etc etc etc. Not forgetting the fact that our agent is rather... Inefficient. Ben Chia had to call him again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Homework! This I have not touched at all. The amount of notifications from Ace-Learning in my e-mail inbox is threatening. AND AND AND, I don't actually have all my homework because I didn't go for the last 2 days of Headstart, :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUITION SOON. Can't wait to see Rachel and Qilin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-6762911854139368376?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/6762911854139368376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-prefects-meeting-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6762911854139368376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/6762911854139368376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-prefects-meeting-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-2844157361628170695</id><published>2009-12-06T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:48:25.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In this post, I'm gonna talk about some of my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UusbKMeb5K1pQpTjTMYHag?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2FtnsByI/AAAAAAAAJhQ/HQtLXUUEH7E/s288/P1020717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name: Ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Lizheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliases:&lt;/span&gt; Lizhen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOB:&lt;/span&gt; 8th February 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rulang Primary School, Fuhua Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt; Guailan, but nice sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizheng&lt;/span&gt; (as he should know) is a bad one. I heard of him before I got to know him. It was last year when the school sent some of the Prefects for some meeting because Mdm Oen was lazy to attend it. So as usual I was the only 2I3 person hanging with a lot of 2I5 people. And they struck up a conversation about their classmates, which I overheard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ben Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Who's the last in class ah? Is it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lizheng&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haisong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Ya, it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizheng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ben Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA I KNEW IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence from this I knew that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lizheng&lt;/span&gt;'s results confirm 好不到哪里去.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the year I got into 3S4 because I failed Maths, and I was extremely upset. What infuriated me even more was when I saw the list of people going to 3S4 - amongst them was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizheng&lt;/span&gt;! And I knew his results were bad. I was thinking, "How can I possibly be in the same class as he is!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, after getting to know him better this year, he is actually very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPITE THE FACT HE KEEPS SAYING I GOT HAGAO BIN. Wait I stuff his mouth with hagao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun going with him to HK, I sat with him during the Space Mountain ride. It was so much fun, we kept screaming and screaming. "1 2 3 HA GAO!!!" and not forgetting the memorable middle finger incident. LOL. Lizheng is nice! But still.. GUAILAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9y92S7LpzcArJGgBZy3Ftg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SF0RpQxxfeI/AAAAAAAACYM/MyWpCm3a6yk/s288/P1000489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Sia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chinkiat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliases:&lt;/span&gt; Jiejie, Nickwhore Emovil, Ah Kiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOB:&lt;/span&gt; 9th December 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; Nanyang Primary School, The Chinese High School, Hwa Chong Junior College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt; Quiet, a little bit sarcastic sometimes. Good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ah Kiat&lt;/span&gt; during the Japan trip in June last year. I haven't talked to him in quite a while :/ The last time I did was the night before I went to Hong Kong. I haven't seen him for an even longer period of time, I think the last time I did was probably in the first half of the year. I hope you can come back for art soon! At least before you go for NS O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chinkiat&lt;/span&gt;'s really nice, he always listens. He's a good listener, that's what I like most about him. I once went back to read my chat logs and I realised that I was actually an irritant/drama queen, but he seemed largely unfazed. He is a really great person :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we used to talk more, he said random stuff which always gave me a lot to think about. Aiya I don't know :/ It seems like there's nothing bad about him! (Even though I know there is.) And sometimes he's funny without noticing it. He's like a big brother to me, it feels like that sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZzkJa-lSVASgEFmqvrgKlw?authkey=Gv1sRgCIGrvc_m4fzMPg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SceF0w2oaJI/AAAAAAAAGGU/JMZoDsbiJys/s288/DSC00945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim Xin Yi&lt;br /&gt;Aliases:&lt;/span&gt; 非礼蛇, Snake Molester, F, Fel, Feli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOB:&lt;/span&gt; 11th April 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zhenghua Primary School, Fuhua Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt; Crazy. HAHAHAHA. But okay I've got to admit she is caring and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; claims that the first time I've talked to her ever was in the beginning of Sec 1. But I don't remember that :/ What I remember was at the end of Sec 1, when I accompanied Christine to go look for her in 1R5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got closer when we got into Prefects, we were in the same clique. The clique was huge back then but now.. :/ It's weird, like everyone's washed away and only a few are here to stay. Anyway, now there isn't really a clique anymore, amongst us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; is damn comical. I remember last year when Mdm Oen didn't let us go for the homestay in the Japan trip, all of us who were going for the Japan trip were not too happy about it. Christine, Yi Fang, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; and I were considering backing out of the trip because there wasn't any homestay. We were called to attend a meeting to hear the new plans for the trip. We were dubious but: once Felicia heard that we were going Kyoto, she squealed like mad and went, "Kyoto!!!!!! Okay I want to go already." LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to write about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; it would probably take forever. Oh and at the beginning of this year we also cut bangs together. She looked great but I looked like shit. So much for pleasing/pacifying Ms Tan :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gossip together and we also diss stupid people LOL. So funny. She's emotional sometimes. She cried reading Harry Potter and when we were having an Exco talk. She is often laughed at for her height (or rather, the lack of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;'s currently in Thailand! Hello if you are reading this. Please don't kill me, I know as you are reading this now you are laughing hysterically. Spare the snakes there and don't molest them all right? Peihan is waiting right here in Singapore for you. LOLLLLLLLLL (Just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I think she's one of the people in school I spend the most of my time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty fun, I'll do it another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-2844157361628170695?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/2844157361628170695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-this-post-im-gonna-talk-about-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/2844157361628170695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/2844157361628170695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-this-post-im-gonna-talk-about-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2FtnsByI/AAAAAAAAJhQ/HQtLXUUEH7E/s72-c/P1020717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-749323023507648360</id><published>2009-12-05T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:48:09.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who are you, and what do you do that makes you think you're above me but have you walked in my shoes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-749323023507648360?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/749323023507648360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-are-you-and-what-do-you-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/749323023507648360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/749323023507648360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-are-you-and-what-do-you-do-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-4255059719275189762</id><published>2009-12-04T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:47:30.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I'm back. I'm currently sitting on the bed with my hair wrapped up in an towel. Unglam, unglam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WORLD IS INFESTED WITH FLIRTS ALL OVER THE PLACE AND I REALLY CANNOT STAND IT, WALAO. AND I HATE HOW MUCH THIS IS ANNOYING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was completely off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back! I'm currently sick. No mood to blog. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-4255059719275189762?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/4255059719275189762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4255059719275189762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4255059719275189762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-4879685985217586602</id><published>2009-11-30T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:47:09.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Am in Taiwan now. Can't log into Facebook, which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my birthday is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to get for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a pain to go out and choose a present (at least it is, for me. Because I always have no idea what to choose, I'm always afraid that the recipient wouldn't like it). Hence, you may select something from a wide range of presents here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Note: They are purposefully vague so you may still add a unique/personal touch to your present.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Food! I love to eat. Nothing disgusting, please.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bangles - my current obsession. Something simple would be good.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shoes. I am a size 5 or 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event where you do not have enough money and/or can't decide what to get, don't worry. The next best alternative? Money. Money presented in the form of cash or cheque would be highly appreciated, no matter what amount you give. This money would go to the following causes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Settling my phone bills&lt;br /&gt;2. New school shoes for the next year (unless I manage to find a pair in Taiwan or Penang)&lt;br /&gt;3. Or it will simply be kept in my bank account until I find a use for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you wish to, you may ask me what I prefer to receive. Please do not be shy, I am not very particular about the element of surprise. (Actually I am but clearly it does not seem that I'll be pleasantly surprised this year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, in the unfortunate case that you are really broke or is simply too lazy/busy to get a gift (this I completely understand), a simple "Happy Birthday" would suffice. It is accepted in any form. (However, I'll be away on the 18th so I cannot guarantee that I will receive you message should you send it out too late in the day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! I need to go. Some irritating China tourist is hovering behind me now complaining about how long I've been at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There is a Sec 4 guy in this tour who's from Maris Stella. His name is Royce, which is so cool! Just like the brand of chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758146383521427016-4879685985217586602?l=123hagao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/feeds/4879685985217586602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-am-in-taiwan-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4879685985217586602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758146383521427016/posts/default/4879685985217586602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123hagao.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-am-in-taiwan-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13538368149594810926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SzY32ET9o8I/AAAAAAAAJ2w/gs5W3t5vwvw/S220/HK+trip..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758146383521427016.post-3425197148970474746</id><published>2009-11-24T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:46:53.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I'm here to post about the Hong Kong trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much for this day because it was just the plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6fepC0lex37H-wtQmv1-BA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SwuzwSWkINI/AAAAAAAAJXY/0d0GmuMS9Es/s288/P1020415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FFbpkOUehJewuB2-3vuVNA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SwuzxmtnPqI/AAAAAAAAJXc/VA2nDJNcfRw/s288/P1020416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat next to Zhixian and Jiaying on the plane. Yongxiang and Lizheng were behind us. It was so funny cos Jiaying was so excited when the plane took off ("要飞了!!!  我可以看到那个翅膀!!"). Zhixian said Yongxiang kept kicking her chair. Zhixian was mad squealing and she grasped my arm when the plane took off. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched (500) Days of Summer with Zhixian during the plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dim sum breakfast in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HHcZ8joVvGDbBJD8WDkbpg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SwuzyBfalVI/AAAAAAAAJXg/ZbtRjnzW0ko/s288/P1020419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vRyVA0JBWb6fynk9vZUHKg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SwuzywnyKZI/AAAAAAAAJXk/jbA4h0TZneo/s288/P1020421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to some museum. There was an exhibition on Lydia Sum aka Fei Fei, amongst other things. I DIDN'T KNOW SHE DIED UNTIL I WENT TO THE MUSEUM. Walked around with Lizheng, Yongxiang and Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/w6yrIAKSuk9EWuJ0hz_2Ow?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/SwuzzxWinpI/AAAAAAAAJXo/EwI_2-iWkAQ/s288/P1020423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JXI3rM3pkYMq7Rwg8ZS7XA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz0V4XOQI/AAAAAAAAJXs/HCs7ZVFzzu8/s288/P1020426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c0dmGlkXSBwMv-IRJPEsgg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz1KZNE7I/AAAAAAAAJXw/ALOsLO56Qag/s288/P1020433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this machine that allowed you to take a picture of your face and then they'd edit it digitally to make you look like you have make up. We tried it but the results weren't obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XRbEuI53CFB9bN173X0HgQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz1uFk8kI/AAAAAAAAJX0/lRyda4DyV58/s288/P1020439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look super retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q5rNoZMOfFhLaqHUypZGuA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz5A3fjXI/AAAAAAAAJX4/2-mXj0nl1K4/s288/P1020440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the museum and went to this place called.. Zhang's Village. LOL. Or Zhang's House. I can't remember actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zg0risfkBvGUw01xDP_kxw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz5xucixI/AAAAAAAAJX8/ItmBwsA8P6I/s288/P1020447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6EET1yGGtwE7UbVyvEMJJQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz6_vh5lI/AAAAAAAAJYA/Az5HU77W75Y/s288/P1020448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in red pants is our "escort", Tim. He sucks cos he's rather guailan and he's vair vair childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fk3EODT-kB9tcGRNJTLncg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz7umtPdI/AAAAAAAAJYE/gLVjtMkArYQ/s288/P1020450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/u-5klZHBUlr0fffZvMn16A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz8bvzQqI/AAAAAAAAJYI/1U2RIR8NG4I/s288/P1020456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EzU1QT5HLYW7RQnH9QD5BQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swuz9PAS5aI/AAAAAAAAJYM/fxyyf_rtxU8/s288/P1020457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ll845YA9i6pm-MX-bAtEiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0CwJaLgI/AAAAAAAAJYQ/ozkZ1bgqcDE/s288/P1020458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6JwDwdL4Snivtr1yt2W8VQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0Dpgv-fI/AAAAAAAAJYU/xGVIBuXssf4/s288/P1020461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting Zhang's Village we went to this temple. There was a spinning wheel in the temple, they said that if you spinned it you would have good luck. The people there demonstrated to us how to spin it - you have to spin it in a clockwise direction and then put your hands together and bow to the statue. I told Jiaying to spin it anti-clockwise LOL. (But she didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lXO3VOremaIoh-q77dkeyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0E1wxivI/AAAAAAAAJYc/StMCN7g3-So/s288/P1020463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EXp7D-x9WuFS9hZf-Sy2nw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0EAZqUpI/AAAAAAAAJYY/K_rC2U54vvs/s288/P1020462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is apparently some important monument in Hong Kong - I can't remember what it is because I wasn't listening to Uncle Chris (our tour guide) on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Fs4QLW5xqIlkhU4gd-hPpg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0FmPxasI/AAAAAAAAJYg/Y0fSwyW-h30/s288/P1020466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the teachers that went with us. The guy on the left is Uncle Chris, our tour guide. Then it's Ms Lee, Ms Wani (roll eyes), Mr Koh and Mr Tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Repulse Bay. On the way there, we drove past Jackie Chan's house!!! And I think Bruce Lee's old house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XRw8iJCNJaaAp1rLZFO2fA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0GZ88q_I/AAAAAAAAJYk/KXmC7hwj_aA/s288/P1020468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/t2y-3sULVL2Ky_-uwcfFKw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0HI9MawI/AAAAAAAAJYo/8er6qjCK4xo/s288/P1020469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Am-dvDfxPtzAa7J5B9HsMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0IXmatcI/AAAAAAAAJYs/7wIDx3NDg0Y/s288/P1020470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NaIj6MtRvEBYjm6q42Tj4w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0I8OqAuI/AAAAAAAAJYw/Scgaz0npouc/s288/P1020471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c_4BmXyB8eNvH96lW3Fylw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0JpCK3bI/AAAAAAAAJY0/WSuvBjr-Sw0/s288/P1020472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UZSYlUxODQ8NCodLmycnSA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0KvcTOxI/AAAAAAAAJY4/_3rqEXDB9Jo/s288/P1020473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UZHZVq6fCvYva2lxdDJGyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0LRYFRfI/AAAAAAAAJY8/pFzG5mNzaOs/s288/P1020474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j32M9t5p3uS1n6CYGExRow?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0MAs2ODI/AAAAAAAAJZA/JXBqL5wBffQ/s288/P1020475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another temple there too, but it was much smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0bL_7Sd3Su-cBTZ7scXihQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0TSXbaFI/AAAAAAAAJZE/W7NohcyTofU/s288/P1020476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer Tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VS8PZMucCSzYpXQ2SOTM_Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0UXzISGI/AAAAAAAAJZI/HAKQcTiASK0/s288/P1020477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried taking jump shots at the beach after that. There were many failed attempts - the successful ones are in Sally's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fP_5m5KjezvRmsE-JGksYg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0VE1palI/AAAAAAAAJZQ/e0SXBxtJS8E/s288/P1020481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/X6taKcypopqLxdvbz3_V2A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0V-pbUpI/AAAAAAAAJZU/iR1kQvomhQE/s288/P1020484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/B0pYFGUXJrd_KYBqmn372g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0Wrv0q3I/AAAAAAAAJZY/NYY8YYMGtwI/s288/P1020487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Starbucks outlet at Repulse Bay - I bought a blueberry muffin and shared it with Sally. It was heated up and it tasted heavenlyawesomegood. Especially because it was (sort of) freezing there in Hong Kong. The kind where you know you won't die but it was still annoyingly cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s5K7LI8A9mrhCbqQIcGsOA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu04qWDWrI/AAAAAAAAJbs/eZ0Lp4hK9wE/s288/P1020540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove up to Victoria Peak to visit Madame Tussand's - in other words, the Wax Museum! I've been to the Shanghai one before back in 2007, with Ziyi, Grace and Gabbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4ILwOWahXl6Oe88rD5w5QA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0XYVsx1I/AAAAAAAAJZc/dbXfj3Jc0FY/s288/P1020490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with Michelle Yeoh (who, even as a wax figurine, has a very sophisticated aura).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hL4S3vBCbAP_PWHcEYl0kg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0ZJDjD3I/AAAAAAAAJZk/XwbDDJdtmFM/s288/P1020493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/F4iBMRMXh4m3xldtMJKGTg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0X-VxPeI/AAAAAAAAJZg/tdInfQXM7LE/s288/P1020492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also zilian-ed with Jay Chou!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Cww3aO6j4HZMzxkHotDqiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0Zkkn0QI/AAAAAAAAJZo/TTzv2ekTEks/s288/P1020495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhixian with Nicole Kidman.. with the paparazzo behind them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7tOgYhUoFa1Y4d3ecV5B1Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0aLXL7wI/AAAAAAAAJZs/7ApuDC_2ciM/s288/P1020497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhixian clinging onto Angelina Jolie. She said she was jealous that I got to hug Brad Pitt's arm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2fip5oKiO_gSnLzcQXLs_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0aynMBFI/AAAAAAAAJZw/02PV9CONATM/s288/P1020498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecelia Cheung, with a brilliant smile despite the sex scandal. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XSCDppvREDSv30R_3h7gyQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0cOy5PRI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/aCoHx6Wlfu0/s288/P1020500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/faRtYrgYl0X6uSJG2YxwFA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0dFrDUqI/AAAAAAAAJZ4/JuUKTeO6umM/s288/P1020501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took photographs with Janice Vidal!!!!! (Aren't you jealous, Kwan Boon? LOL) But I have to admit that her wax figurine looks VERY spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took a photo of Ayumi Hamasaki's wax figurine, but it didn't look like her so I deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eexG2GQ0Z2F-8pVMBirdOA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0drQkzPI/AAAAAAAAJZ8/tsqqs-oSiv4/s288/P1020504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E9A96zM-XOftzB66HbNTWg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0eY1tl1I/AAAAAAAAJaA/BogLRqqaYFk/s288/P1020505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LoNTrA0H2LBev3dOpOhV1w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0fO4c3QI/AAAAAAAAJaE/OTRgdMA7JIk/s288/P1020506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diana! My favourite member of the royal family, even though she's dead. She's an INFP too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SkkacXl9eurXgr_t7Vaw2w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0p9o4foI/AAAAAAAAJao/styVX3I4qv4/s288/P1020516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1hlrw9ExOXkAtBybf9uZrQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0f5QP5AI/AAAAAAAAJaI/TeejmQCZncM/s288/P1020507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Kuan Yew, looking stoic as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m7DWK_HOQGvGX0LcsEOPHA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0g0ltWwI/AAAAAAAAJaM/cHHFasyM5fw/s288/P1020508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to pose with Barack Obama!&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how long we had to queue to take just one measly photo with him? And we couldn't have any retakes cos the other people would just complain loudly. AND part of the reason why we took a long time to queue up was because those people (e.g. China people) kept cutting queue. Some people just have no sense of being civilly considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ztt4l-leoAXy09gxY-Uy4A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0hhi6fkI/AAAAAAAAJaQ/XyFC8GNp258/s288/P1020509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VN8gg6UyCelK_9wwH1H-2Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0iZulA_I/AAAAAAAAJaU/htyMa5cCjlg/s288/P1020510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x1abpMHniOTokaK557tgew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0jFekzOI/AAAAAAAAJaY/O_-r7ECwVIM/s288/P1020511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opera guy! I've no idea who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vy3o5vJZFLJAG2n7KxRP9w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0jwtmwWI/AAAAAAAAJac/6yMdY-_Wb0E/s288/P1020512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhixian and Sally with William Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/laqoTqhCh_xemPIJ_3Q2MQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0kpHAjqI/AAAAAAAAJag/NcFJAzSQRTw/s288/P1020513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Mozart! (The painter. LOLOLOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FNt7MR5jFQzW_1ffKR07sw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0lLTsGXI/AAAAAAAAJak/9r6Yl3Ax2g8/s288/P1020514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Picasso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/siseZraTaFMzxxOIGeq0tA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0rgn69TI/AAAAAAAAJaw/saZdunYkoxk/s288/P1020518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A6cg25xNwkQ17RGXYtBXGw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0qzHI8cI/AAAAAAAAJas/bAFVohBugTs/s288/P1020517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Albert Einstein's personal hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6HfUUQBDqRqLQGKVKAjWcw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0sAssStI/AAAAAAAAJa0/vbanuMA40I4/s288/P1020519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astro Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2cm17WelSDBXyb0uJtGkfA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0suJjLPI/AAAAAAAAJa4/vtjzpzRiQlA/s288/P1020520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random dude we don't know. He's an architect, if I recall correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Iy5ZBUr1ja2FrUeqxPK3IQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0uN-Nj_I/AAAAAAAAJbA/FIZpwVVK4Fg/s288/P1020523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mEq1fYrcjUxvggAfX3F3gg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0tc0vfkI/AAAAAAAAJa8/U7GpxCgVw48/s288/P1020522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe! (And Sally, who looks like she's in a maternity dress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jufPk9cH119k6t9LG-tQPA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0ug6Jl7I/AAAAAAAAJbE/r-txjR8bFYQ/s288/P1020524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this haunted house in the wax musuem. We had to go in groups of 8, and go in single file. Lizheng was the last, with Sally in front of him. I was in front of Sally, and Jiaying was in front of me. I don't know who was in front of Jiaying. Anyway, I kept my eyes closed throughout the whole thing. Sally was grabbing onto my shoulders tightly, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yJw_W-2TuqA_lM0YfswU0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0vhADVoI/AAAAAAAAJbI/Y1O7Rm5s7jM/s288/P1020525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how traumatised we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting... Sally's boyfriend (according to Mr Tan)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7GVk8awctjFG01CjI1fW7Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0xEuHnVI/AAAAAAAAJbM/vhjN8EuTktA/s288/P1020526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Liu2ZkbO-uXKXcB_z0KnGQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0zWfznaI/AAAAAAAAJbQ/nH45UszaP_Q/s288/P1020527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizheng, disrupting Elvis Presley's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N5pHZR92gZYeoEn7dv1q_Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu00LNLn2I/AAAAAAAAJbU/YgtItFqKrEI/s288/P1020529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard core fans. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/a1LQPlSJKwy2nVv0sLT8fA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu01uk6lFI/AAAAAAAAJbc/KOvEuR6kAK4/s288/P1020531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PP-c2WmseRT2-zgvpuKF1Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu01Aexh-I/AAAAAAAAJbY/Izd5zvvovOs/s288/P1020530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles. LOL. I want their hair! (Not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FwLOhA6v2OG79GBFoLhChQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu02ZVpksI/AAAAAAAAJbg/n2h7oogq81Q/s288/P1020533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aenMeN52n4slvMz3Z7uC4Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu03bpvA2I/AAAAAAAAJbk/Md4zd24scxk/s288/P1020534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love Teresa Tseng (Deng Lijun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the Wax Museum, we took the tram downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ucrxiPsSvF5_l1LX__ndPg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu03wfA1II/AAAAAAAAJbo/Z5Yg64ObovA/s288/P1020539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DL06XqAVJwpCKDMKlldWfg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu05KAc_EI/AAAAAAAAJb0/nSCmzzhp4_c/s288/P1020544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day we did our CIP! The old folks' there were very hospitable and welcoming. They're a million times better than Singapore's old folks in general. (Having us there just brightened up their day. Not bragging or whatever - it's true.) It's pretty amazing how our presence can have such a major effect, I think they would have enjoyed our stay even if we didn't perform and just kept them company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ip9Hr3dfCcalZAQTqNVTTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu06RTpYpI/AAAAAAAAJb4/92hv-DNiJA8/s288/P1020547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so cute, he talked to us in broken Chinese mixed with Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/P9XU_b5j265qQQqq5apM1A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu07NxCrvI/AAAAAAAAJb8/M_AWXR8B1PI/s288/P1020548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gq52wW3qTjSklqWnI2tXBQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu07ou47xI/AAAAAAAAJcA/O4GuPB9SdS4/s288/P1020549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aCU97GnA5LWsTjI4OzY39w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu08UBUGVI/AAAAAAAAJcE/7GSQ-ejC0TY/s288/P1020550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to blow up balloons for our game with them later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A8tVgoW1Rsbf-O8xh6Tq1w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu09F4wIKI/AAAAAAAAJcI/RIq86rEKqwI/s288/P1020554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were slacking. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TM_Q-_i6-jD4bilomze8Nw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu09zdcSZI/AAAAAAAAJcM/NzBW-Q3q6kE/s288/P1020555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qzF3RZJhK--fNTCnBu2pjw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0-7w8gGI/AAAAAAAAJcQ/Q0toUtzqWoQ/s288/P1020556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZYfDzIzevQn52FRwG1U5pw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu0_3joEKI/AAAAAAAAJcU/4Al205wWAMc/s288/P1020557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mfU_DfVJ1ovSkgNCGzZHPQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1Aj_6OUI/AAAAAAAAJcY/SmfnULYHgmY/s288/P1020558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/w4wIWgKmC25ywCgjSeKV-Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1BqMVAoI/AAAAAAAAJcc/P3_pmmL0IUg/s288/P1020561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E8Ipi2J4t8DbokOuCkAtAw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1CfGwR1I/AAAAAAAAJcg/X7n8IUxFJr0/s288/P1020562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had fun with the game, even though it was extremely simple. I cannot fathom how people like things like that - all they did was hit balloons back and forth but they were laughing and having so much fun. Maybe when we get older we would enjoy simplicity, and we'd be more easily content, :/ I wish I could learn to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5Qt1qLRfLCYEadhcXbPIkg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1DOlmtjI/AAAAAAAAJck/yhzATBWEDs8/s288/P1020563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QnCs1s_H03FFslWq-fJ-_w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1EZlYnOI/AAAAAAAAJco/LYjbdui4h58/s288/P1020567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to teach the old granny I was assigned to how to take a photo using a digital camera, because she didn't want to be in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AOBh9b4ceOXPNDDvEQW7RA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1E9mOQ_I/AAAAAAAAJcs/Le6Bn6rM8Nc/s288/P1020569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, as you can see her finger is at the side. Anyway I look extremely retarded that day cos I wasn't wearing contact lenses. One of the lenses fell out while I was wearing it and it disappeared somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KXqMDSz95ad4fRqiFPgyoQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1FWK7b7I/AAAAAAAAJcw/RHpVqETMglk/s288/P1020570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EoEbmZelwTqurX_nGLHL0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1GPfewcI/AAAAAAAAJc0/vjBh4FFOjqI/s288/P1020571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IXradNh4W3TQasoKDmKZxA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1GnW9XMI/AAAAAAAAJc4/GpgahtdfAD0/s288/P1020573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RRA-dCwmwV1fPAs7i8uK4Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1HRw7RhI/AAAAAAAAJc8/hh4fq3Ckm-4/s288/P1020575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/i4i17ZGBx-gpZJaukpBR6g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1IUrxLpI/AAAAAAAAJdA/SoDke1Uxhew/s288/P1020583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lmlzmPPxFFt26mErmDfyFg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1JZ21asI/AAAAAAAAJdE/1Ir8oNHI_3I/s288/P1020584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to ANOTHER museum. Didn't take much photos there because there was nothing much that was of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-UsRYwwHKkjWfwXiwXI50w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1J6WV-oI/AAAAAAAAJdI/QiEWju8IsQo/s288/P1020588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the museum, we went to Ladies Street (女人街) to do some shopping. We had around 2 hours. Didn't buy much, but I bought contact lenses to replace the one I dropped. It was cheap, only S$28. Bought 2 sets of bangles, pretty pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reported at the gathering point around 10 minutes late. I heard Tim tell Mr Koh, "They are always late one what." I wanted to kick his face. Then when we got on the bus, Ms Wani said, "My dear, ask you to meet at 6 PM, not 6.30 PM." Then I retorted, "It's not even 6.30 PM yet!" and walked away. After that when we were going off the bus for dinner, she took the opportunity to whine once again: "Delay delay, later I cannot see my Symphony of Lights!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we strolled around the Avenue of Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vvNVN_Z5VhfuV_-sZ6JlCQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1M5bbb5I/AAAAAAAAJdY/mAd5qb5H3SE/s288/P1020599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IYoPjpYi_D3Ohuo7fkYNUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1LG7g7II/AAAAAAAAJdM/BZ6X5lg2ElI/s288/P1020592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only one I took because I didn't know any of the other stars. The whole Avenue of Stars was a copy of Hollywood's Walk of Fame, seriously. Hollywood's one looks much more classier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we then strolled to the end of the walk to view to Symphony of Lights. It was nothing amazing actually, more like a disappointment. Instead of ogling at the lights show, Lizheng and I were saying that it must cost a lot to display the light show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uNw_rn_CeVnrrWSHNiyI2g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1LxYq6UI/AAAAAAAAJdQ/Oqsql54L6LY/s288/P1020593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dV-4k7VRMZz3r0p_kNda0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1MTx-2AI/AAAAAAAAJdU/plgZ0zem89E/s288/P1020594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3N9_LhuLy0LvZKDSZ2uuWw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1NwteSFI/AAAAAAAAJdc/Y6vKZQP67eY/s288/P1020601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the show was still ongoing, we stopped looking at the sky and walked around instead. We then saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nSClZe9ScnaNSCLjKQ3uuA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1O55CPAI/AAAAAAAAJdg/rMU0MVNbH2s/s288/P1020602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TZJIDB9NrJfvIH5fAZJ74w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1Prj5WrI/AAAAAAAAJdk/RsbXt_F2clQ/s288/P1020604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, Mr Tan took this photo for us. I was rather infuriated while we had to take this photo, shan't talk about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove back to the hotel to put our stuff, the teachers then brought us out for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3M_9RMwsLGddnFN6gH7adQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1RDXFAhI/AAAAAAAAJdo/-eUqi_JSo7k/s288/P1020605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(From L to R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Lizheng, Tan Kai Wen, Tan Boon Hwee! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GIV8iLdvdqaYySMOhCIVvg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1SFSxFvI/AAAAAAAAJds/jTiQouc06oo/s288/P1020607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dessert shop. My face looks fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/X1U8cUS277mZnWyFJ-GVqw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1TLZdNcI/AAAAAAAAJdw/xMLGCEfPFMM/s288/P1020608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pretty nice, when you eat the mango it has this fizzy taste, like when you drink a fizzy drink. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony: On Day 3 Ms Wani complained that we were late and she would miss her Symphony of Lights. However, on this morning, she, together with Ms Lee, were late for 20 minutes because apparently, their morning call didn't come. It's still a lousy excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a cable car ride! We went up to Ngong Ping Village. The ride was around 15 minutes I think? The view was, in a word, picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GqlE7TKxPv7l6Ib5zG_MeA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1TsTX3vI/AAAAAAAAJd0/davGxO1EN1k/s288/P1020613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LPJptreBUXVWMWeqEoG2KQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1UuypHiI/AAAAAAAAJd4/U6mcos-yyoM/s288/P1020615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nK5eYWk--Z-Fo6-voWAihg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1V8ZtORI/AAAAAAAAJeA/9cpJ6Wfhw-o/s288/P1020617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eHoZdbEDDGs_iXp7fsKtAw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1WSC21wI/AAAAAAAAJeE/8zIK1AdOHrY/s288/P1020618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Rsfle2HYclRfbjpOM3T4gQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1XPQLNNI/AAAAAAAAJeI/cHfg2QxTc6c/s288/P1020619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SPH2kI7DHQzzlOs8-qRhDw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1YOh2wVI/AAAAAAAAJeQ/JE_E_f9AAH0/s288/P1020620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MWXYQYEgMYNGrYb2su8bRA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1ZBsvM3I/AAAAAAAAJeU/DnNYHQyD0oo/s288/P1020622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look fat in this photo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KG5UO2UeomehyPHEwMosHQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1ZivvA0I/AAAAAAAAJeY/xqzNGGxlpog/s288/P1020623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CyuDaAnJBF-nF-QrcLHHAQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1bKAzhZI/AAAAAAAAJec/4ftUSjLfMUY/s288/P1020624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/grEW4iRLWyba0WcYH53yxg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1cAfeVjI/AAAAAAAAJeg/odNcetEsWcg/s288/P1020625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2ZGMN5JK3p00zUmgsTayGg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1dCNONbI/AAAAAAAAJek/dFCewZQ2BLs/s288/P1020627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KgLrVquItDzclnVdiQdvmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1d0ONZSI/AAAAAAAAJeo/p9x5rnehPpk/s288/P1020628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/upMX5SAJv_H26J6dHbwwQQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1eUtbBYI/AAAAAAAAJes/-hENMzCzfkw/s288/P1020630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m7YBeaOi3Wxz4r3YGNgBnQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1fW1w8SI/AAAAAAAAJew/SFpnInxSg_s/s288/P1020634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yeC_6dK2KC-o9FHfZT7Ffg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1gUvn0tI/AAAAAAAAJe4/aRvMpJg9gDs/s288/P1020637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2FRWTQFPzIcxcUlbAupJ7Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1f1GoVfI/AAAAAAAAJe0/HvEuEuHgj4E/s288/P1020636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhixian blinked. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e2ATv77AvVyoKJrcSSC38Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1hBUMeWI/AAAAAAAAJe8/qC1xi-AqrDk/s288/P1020640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our tour guide, Uncle Chris (in orange)!!! Everytime we're supposed to gather at a point, I'd always look for him in his orange jacket. He's very nice and understanding. He's a smoker, and I only knew about it the last day he was with us (which is Day 5). Nonetheless, he's a very good tour guide :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NKlfOawMKHef9nRQCpZMIg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1iBZ_r0I/AAAAAAAAJfA/qJBdTF6URho/s288/P1020642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with Uncle Chris! Yongxiang and Lizheng didn't want to be in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the village, there was this tourist site. Um, or at least that's what I think it is. Anyway, it was this humongous Buddha statue. You have to climb up 268 steps to reach the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing up there! The wind was swirling around in a rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NfrOKiwg6eOnqariUEnWYQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1mT-3S4I/AAAAAAAAJfU/BqdAM0h8JR4/s288/P1020651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cJbfz9KBzjfONbInwfNn0w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1i_KD0NI/AAAAAAAAJfE/ZrNtRb-wZyg/s288/P1020643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4_LMw12GHW6a-gvVaj3pwQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1kt1_21I/AAAAAAAAJfM/cjRiekgAnMs/s288/P1020648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VMEaHYxZL0aGYqIUAOye_A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1jh19WaI/AAAAAAAAJfI/M6LzFUQvX2w/s288/P1020645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nzt5auLlp2NqTRdwLqc5hg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1leKlCoI/AAAAAAAAJfQ/ALZNilwyMac/s288/P1020649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep ourselves warm, we bought Vitasoy! Because the Vitasoy they sell there was heated up and it just felt good to hold the packet/can of Vitasoy in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, when we were walking to where the Buddha statue was, I was raving to Lizheng about how warm the Vitasoy was and how it warms your hands when you hold it. Tim came over and said, "Wa, very warm ah, can let me hold?" I said, "No, don't want," and snubbed him. HAHAHA. He then said, "Don't want then don't want la! Hmpfff," and walked away. CHILDISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we took the pictues, I walked around with Lizheng and we gossiped. It was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch (which was entirely vegetarian), we waited for our bus to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mgvypAc4aQ218RmV8LIuNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1tIh5_LI/AAAAAAAAJfc/P2jG-SlBugQ/s288/P1020653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Uk93N78EZAkcLjj7B4GrfQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1uT8PWnI/AAAAAAAAJfg/M8z2FL_cmwA/s288/P1020654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all wearing purple!&lt;br /&gt;(Now that I'm looking closely at this photo, I recall that I was wearing Lizheng's gloves on that day! He loaned them to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was a fishing village, which was relatively boring. Bought gloves and plasters there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/spBdmu6swj_20A34DstA-w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1vOSMT5I/AAAAAAAAJfk/5gbV8r9Ay_4/s288/P1020656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/28bAp-0KEXUgA8gZmNc6PA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1wNfKjMI/AAAAAAAAJfo/ecWq0euFoto/s288/P1020657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JCBw_98SCPyRn4M6HUmdNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1xAe1mjI/AAAAAAAAJfs/TgwIV2193zA/s288/P1020658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this dog there, it's so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late meeting up. Tim GL-ed again, and as again I felt like kicking him in the face. Tskkkk. They brought us to this shopping centre which was in an urban area. Didn't buy anything cos everything was too expensive!!!! But the shoes from K-Swiss were damn chio &gt;: But I'd be S$71 poorer if I bought them so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Food Republic - Yongxiang was emo-ing the whole time. He barely ate and just sprawled all over the table and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: DisneyLand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CmPcP9Erg2wbzeujHm-dxQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1yjE3fKI/AAAAAAAAJf0/-c0qwimmCrI/s288/P1020665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RhobMD0QRub494eA7WY44A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1znCO-TI/AAAAAAAAJf4/zSOhvjZRNf4/s288/P1020668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8k2xTQYFf3Q1gKk0Iep0ow?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu10RuL-LI/AAAAAAAAJf8/m2IAu4_rQxY/s288/P1020669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/f6mwS7s3X7q1VjCx4PyvKA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1x1EgvQI/AAAAAAAAJfw/mFKWpCqUIOo/s288/P1020664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to attend the workshop on animation. It was pretty fun - saw Aaron Chew in the café, super coincidental. He was stunned when I called his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QKVok1zoxKYxGtxbaY2B2Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu11K_oRPI/AAAAAAAAJgA/DMe8pas_LiU/s288/P1020671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZlO5HWfRP4WB7xPmr3KBAw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu12C4472I/AAAAAAAAJgE/7_s_-75cY1Q/s288/P1020672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IOwcUjgEzUdWc0b7IxinXA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu12o2QyxI/AAAAAAAAJgI/YvjM4Ex7Dv4/s288/P1020674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to write our names and stick the stickers onto ourselves. Look at Mr Tan's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7TPUjz7aijw3lcEo6hXVGA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu13Ud1ngI/AAAAAAAAJgM/P2pAKH4tNbE/s288/P1020676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Lr_-qyGpubg653xwdPj-Iw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu14XwrtbI/AAAAAAAAJgQ/y3gn7VrD3X0/s288/P1020677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UN8HtYUzOFyniHRcL4CGBQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu147qWq2I/AAAAAAAAJgU/DFUJC5UY4Xc/s288/P1020680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/14fP88vwLzjzWaVRqKs-PA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu15rj0YnI/AAAAAAAAJgY/260ZirXKNUM/s288/P1020682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HnI1_leebq65NZ6JWt5uJA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu16aVHebI/AAAAAAAAJgc/BECSONoV4Kc/s288/P1020690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oNCj2Ls91pGnbyYfq1LBUQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu163gD7aI/AAAAAAAAJgg/ok9wXIDJrKw/s288/P1020698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gnlNhcAwpRGoNoqVl0HDfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu17lAEzCI/AAAAAAAAJgk/UJ2yzBHKuhg/s288/P1020700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an original/initial sketch of The Little Mermaid, I think. The Little Mermaid is one of my favourite Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched a 3D show, it was great! But a little bit dizzying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2X473NfoX9YK3afJ2RAtOg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu18cPaFrI/AAAAAAAAJgs/y7ctaXi3QOc/s288/P1020704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CDqiJICxeUdJEc_fmvJuUg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu199xrWFI/AAAAAAAAJgw/HxGxhLS2PIM/s288/P1020705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7FNL4YLkIsXlKlYj9yctQw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1-T9kfKI/AAAAAAAAJg0/_gBtSNWjXkM/s288/P1020706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizheng, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iBoL3Y_LKFgTo0NymBnlpg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu1_PqNteI/AAAAAAAAJg4/ZI7RH-H48Qo/s288/P1020707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Look at Jiaying and Mr Tan in the background LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JBwVENrr04GvQtGPeT2SNg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2AXzMUBI/AAAAAAAAJg8/TM5BqjwysoI/s288/P1020708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q7l10TKHeX--rhInhJkUmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2BD-YxnI/AAAAAAAAJhA/D8PTFSOZs8Y/s288/P1020709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gloves are of the same colours of the 3D glasses we were given. (We switched gloves today - the black ones are mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FY58lVDKSbNhpszGAYDPfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2Cr5_rwI/AAAAAAAAJhE/sHFTCHlik6I/s288/P1020712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guy that brought us around for the tour, his name is Ed, short for Edward. (I look ugly in this photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KqDz_MAuJxaNrZVOsutvnw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2DrMqFAI/AAAAAAAAJhI/gZW4WbL-XtM/s288/P1020714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4yoxKst4FMyJcPcp0VjX3g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2E-KB5KI/AAAAAAAAJhM/0iBSwiJL7Qw/s288/P1020715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UusbKMeb5K1pQpTjTMYHag?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2FtnsByI/AAAAAAAAJhQ/HQtLXUUEH7E/s288/P1020717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LZt-JixIWrH0TpoPvgSvzA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2GTnycgI/AAAAAAAAJhU/2u9dxYWsGE8/s288/P1020721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j-xSkkN6Cjz6v38u830DfQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2HrUV40I/AAAAAAAAJhY/acsDD5uMZCQ/s288/P1020722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m9c-a0yB2aMaJDYenQ-tPg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2II4haZI/AAAAAAAAJhc/mGoTTbgI5OI/s288/P1020723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j3PoJ7EOAwa1y_mliv6tVQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2I9Y2BbI/AAAAAAAAJhg/OxyxMDTir5U/s288/P1020724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gnRX8Biphg2hxg_xLjpH8Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2KDE6pBI/AAAAAAAAJhk/8mRTdHAtvBo/s288/P1020725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6CJm0vzaf5KKHzJg_al-6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2KzJhgAI/AAAAAAAAJho/1f6NQ5ecWsE/s288/P1020726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DMP2Qi_0GY9kLttUZfr8HA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2LipoNCI/AAAAAAAAJhs/wFzjsgIN1Ew/s288/P1020728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KtUFV5exfygfUyG15YYI2g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2PWKWJbI/AAAAAAAAJh4/WUyCJGt36vY/s288/P1020731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uR370xLREGn4bioK-7cUDg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2NnyFRgI/AAAAAAAAJh0/bnGXCqrde2I/s288/P1020730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wPsAyDG-ul83nC9GdjrYkg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2MaPS4FI/AAAAAAAAJhw/pNkb3-Q_hT4/s288/P1020729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat eat eat, no wonder you're a fei ju (肥猪 in Cantonese LOL)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eQ5aryQQp_sm-fBvR579mQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2QNmAbgI/AAAAAAAAJh8/VEONKF-8-7Y/s288/P1020732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to do more shopping after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Y9NGneJWch4WM9zIYeN3nw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2Q9z6SvI/AAAAAAAAJiA/MLC27NIcngk/s288/P1020735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-_cGq6RKHqgjYDPGfOpE_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2RiMODJI/AAAAAAAAJiE/OS6sA-yZ_jo/s288/P1020737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iD7hoGengklxAECjm56rkQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2SuRClsI/AAAAAAAAJkc/1ZZOm-0FA-0/s288/P1020738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cute! But I've got no one to use it with la -_-" Lizheng kept asking us to buy things. He kept saying, "This is DisneyLand, just buy la!!!!!!" but he barely bought anything himself. He was there to hold the basket for us. He kept telling us to throw the things we were considering to buy into the basket LOL. And that once we put it in the basket, we can't take it out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fUOL_SQzwI7BVekOiJyKvw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2TikDdQI/AAAAAAAAJiM/Rx-cZu9VabM/s288/P1020739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KNmZW7ylVPd7N5ba50cCQQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2UcnOrZI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/XgOwHIsONo0/s288/P1020740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SyFAuHMD-F50gzDl4HVz9g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2VZeDMgI/AAAAAAAAJiU/b4U_hCzEcD8/s288/P1020741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid shop(s) that we spent so much in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q6duPfmsHpgVjOVrZRjf6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2WWhh5dI/AAAAAAAAJiY/v0p_ljpRbeo/s288/P1020742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our dinner, we went on a ride, I can't remember the ride's name. After that ride we headed over to Space Mountain. We rode it again and again. We had dinner first, and then went back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner when we went back to it, we went on it about twice because we had to gather to watch the fireworks and then leave the place. The last time we were supposed to go on the ride, Lizheng suggested something super funny. Which we did. Not gonna mention it here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NTGL2Xv0EpSaCwgvblFd8Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2W2t6t5I/AAAAAAAAJic/vBJ8DehoPAk/s288/P1020746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ockd7qKqFNkgOn8W2_tjDA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2XcYaVxI/AAAAAAAAJig/22ecK4FgoOg/s288/P1020751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SW5B7AY9z6R2ggq6U8jcIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2X1LKSfI/AAAAAAAAJik/JXLfvcBDHzw/s288/P1020752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks shot up into the sky right above Sleeping Beauty's castle. It was chioprettybeautiful HAHAHA. BUT the other tourists kept squeezing and pushing, TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qxbyD-PXnxVXLSouY3HvQw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2Y6mgzKI/AAAAAAAAJio/8zhrLVoWr6c/s288/P1020757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel. Took a picture with Uncle Chris because it's his last day with us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HE_j41vTFQZ_RZXPL9GoqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NWoiXQpndMc/Swu2Z2UPInI/AAAAAAAAJis/LcOgvDENJak/s288/P1020759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued. 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