<?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-1689576101169483844</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:56:44.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*pump it up*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-706138598451200569</id><published>2009-05-01T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:21:02.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Wang"s Roar</title><content type='html'>My mind is messy, unsure, too many things running through. Maybe afterall i'm timid. I don't dare to step out of the room when my bro and sis-in-law is quarrelling. Cos it's the first time i heard my bro speak out and scold her. For a reason i totally agree with: kids calling grandpa old man rather than properly addressing him. FIRST TIME OUT LOUD. It's scary when the "Wang" family's guys actually get angry and started swearing and scolding ppl. I only heard the voices, nvr dared to get out to see their expression. I'm afraid i might lose control like the other time. Dad's totally disappointed and have thoughts of going to China to settle down. Have i mentioned before he met a divorced chinese national woman in her 40s with a son. Great, today's incident is so making him go overseas to settle down. Roar!!! He'll see me secure my job and establish a steady cashflow before going overseas. Haiz... maybe at the end of the year, he'd changed his mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-706138598451200569?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/706138598451200569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=706138598451200569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/706138598451200569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/706138598451200569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2009/05/wangs-roar.html' title='The &quot;Wang&quot;s Roar'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7557281198469557835</id><published>2009-04-10T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:27:29.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo photo photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRx9CekxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/EjN-WFjfbo8/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random photos i feel like posting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty nieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRxXsp_zI/AAAAAAAAAsY/FhVKTzKZjhI/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330874123795693362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRxXsp_zI/AAAAAAAAAsY/FhVKTzKZjhI/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uber crowded citylink during the last day of IT show 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(moral of the photo is nvr go to IT show during the last day of the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRxBKs8PI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/6qwhqpnHlYs/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330874117747699954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRxBKs8PI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/6qwhqpnHlYs/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uber thin crust pizza of Skinny pizza @ Suntec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRwx-nIqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2ZCOGjyDOqo/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330874113670455970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRwx-nIqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2ZCOGjyDOqo/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The full set for 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRwtYavBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/TKKhAkQG9kw/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330874112436517906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRwtYavBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/TKKhAkQG9kw/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truffle fries. It's damn nice. A MUST try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRj-U6v1I/AAAAAAAAAr4/a2OoBq08Kgc/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330873893646942034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRj-U6v1I/AAAAAAAAAr4/a2OoBq08Kgc/s320/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishamon Ramen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... don't quite remember what this ramen is. Should be light miso ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRju2jSXI/AAAAAAAAArw/9anlWzBTlUQ/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330873889493043570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRju2jSXI/AAAAAAAAArw/9anlWzBTlUQ/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sapporo shoyu ramen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRjhCHRBI/AAAAAAAAAro/MbY8eIkN_Og/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330873885783442450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRjhCHRBI/AAAAAAAAAro/MbY8eIkN_Og/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sapporo miso ramen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRjY3CQdI/AAAAAAAAArg/3U3t1WYpRzk/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330873883589493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRjY3CQdI/AAAAAAAAArg/3U3t1WYpRzk/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuki ( japanese spitz: my favourite breed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRjOPO8KI/AAAAAAAAArY/vn8ENYy67Uw/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330873880738197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRjOPO8KI/AAAAAAAAArY/vn8ENYy67Uw/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7557281198469557835?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7557281198469557835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7557281198469557835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7557281198469557835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7557281198469557835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2009/04/photo-photo-photos.html' title='Photo photo photos'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SfsRxXsp_zI/AAAAAAAAAsY/FhVKTzKZjhI/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7795421652536371895</id><published>2009-01-14T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:03:11.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the thought that counts.</title><content type='html'>13 Jan, our anniversary. I'm glad you remembered. The best gift is your love. So this little piece of sincerity is good enough and dearly cherished upon. Thank you baby. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today we celebrate our anniversary, but you're the one to pay the bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've yet to get a gift for you, but i assure you that i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm as poor as a pauper but for your wishes, i would kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder what made you fall for a guy like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someone who never takes coffee, only tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someone so nonsensical and silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope that this poem will not bring you to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i sincerely hope it would lengthen my life by years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please don't kill me, instead i'll let you pull my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You have been my pillar of strength through all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can give me the courage to dive into slime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You do so much for me, yet you never asked for a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Usually, i'd sit in front the TV and computer all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Other times i'd run around and play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am sad to say that i've never kept your fears at bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This year, i want to make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know how, perhaps i could grow a little fatter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i know we must work together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm willing to be your eyes when you're blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Open up your heart and you will find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Together, we can really shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know this will pardon me from my "present-less" impropriety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope you'll accept my little piece of sincerity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Until i manage to get a gift that's worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All in all, i'd like to wish you "happy anniversary".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope that we will never become bitter adversaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For i would really love to have many more anniversaries.&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/1689576101169483844-7795421652536371895?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7795421652536371895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7795421652536371895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7795421652536371895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7795421652536371895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-thought-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s the thought that counts.'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8878985542256285684</id><published>2009-01-01T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:32:12.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the new year</title><content type='html'>New Years Eve, went to Vivocity, not for countdown but for Marche. So it turn out to be a double date. And indeed it was so much easier to find seats for 4 people. Heard that my friend had to wait for over an hour in the queue for a table for 8. After main course, it's Ben &amp;amp; Jerry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into each other eyes but shi, you moved. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB5-lg9JI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XbqvwSsT90o/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288213220515968146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB5-lg9JI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XbqvwSsT90o/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB5-lg9JI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XbqvwSsT90o/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap Shot!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB5uxfQzI/AAAAAAAAAqk/roqC8mPdSog/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288213216271221554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB5uxfQzI/AAAAAAAAAqk/roqC8mPdSog/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy is speaking some holy sentences. There's light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB50_8EkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hB3xcLRL0Hc/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288213217942442562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB50_8EkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hB3xcLRL0Hc/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to bring back my PS3. Baby was playing with my drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288213230497562514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB6jxT_5I/AAAAAAAAArE/7h127spE1A0/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Showing off some skills. Nah it's just poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288213229151112242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB6ewSzDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/aG6YdAmmxOU/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something memorable on a New Year but it shall remain a secret. Finally it can be striked off from my wishlist. Shhh.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8878985542256285684?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8878985542256285684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8878985542256285684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8878985542256285684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8878985542256285684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve.html' title='Celebrating the new year'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWOB5-lg9JI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XbqvwSsT90o/s72-c/DSC00277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5170212530694519671</id><published>2008-12-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:04:12.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pasta Shop</title><content type='html'>Went to Pasta Shop situated just outside Tiong Bahru MRT with Lysia(old friends catch up session). We were trying out the pasta buffet that starts from 3 pm to 6 pm. Price is $14.90 ++ for students. Pasta serving ain't very small for a buffet. Pasta variety is quite a lot. The soup base pasta is really pretty special which i wanna try more of. Overly enthusuastic waiter: but good job anyway, i guess we will only enjoy good service at non-peak hours because the time we went, there weren't many customers around. We didn't order much as we couldn't eat anymore after the 4 pasta, soup and salad. I think this buffet is good if you bring a lot of friends there to eat so you can try a variety. Seriously, my appetite has shrunk. I used to be able to eat non stop in a 3 hours buffet at sakae, hanabi or any other buffet. But now after an hour, i couldn't down anymore food. One word: OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ceasar Salad: crouton is not crispy at all. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6nf0EJNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PfZoc2lmhvY/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205206436455634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6nf0EJNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PfZoc2lmhvY/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinoko(mushroom) soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6OkRHTkI/AAAAAAAAAqE/AIIcUobFdrg/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204778135309890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6OkRHTkI/AAAAAAAAAqE/AIIcUobFdrg/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top down: soft shell crab tomato cream, yakiniku beef soup pasta, kinoko special cream sauce pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6OiSQMlI/AAAAAAAAAp8/9PjqarBobIo/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204777603215954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6OiSQMlI/AAAAAAAAAp8/9PjqarBobIo/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vongola carbonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6OTYyTII/AAAAAAAAAp0/djYH1Qq5YF0/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204773604084866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6OTYyTII/AAAAAAAAAp0/djYH1Qq5YF0/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went back home cos bro is sending dad and i to Ziven's birthday chalet at Pasir Ris. Wanted to give lysia's bf a little surprise but a pity i couldn't see his reaction due to the chalet BBQ. There's always a next time. So before we split at boon lay, a photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lysia and me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288209625655258290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN-our7rLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/WTHX2l2pAI4/s320/Photo0567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5170212530694519671?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5170212530694519671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5170212530694519671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5170212530694519671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5170212530694519671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/pasta-shop.html' title='The Pasta Shop'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SWN6nf0EJNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PfZoc2lmhvY/s72-c/DSC00271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7704528795949726192</id><published>2008-12-29T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:30:47.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consideration?</title><content type='html'>Spare a thought for others.&lt;br /&gt;Give constructive ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why it's arranged that way.&lt;br /&gt;Give face to those who suggested it especially when we haven't really hear from them.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have your own point of view but don't think that we have to give in to that.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to take advantage of others' soft spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7704528795949726192?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7704528795949726192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7704528795949726192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7704528795949726192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7704528795949726192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/consideration.html' title='Consideration?'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5837109733705963934</id><published>2008-12-29T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:06:33.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;28 Dec, Went for lunch with Sis family at Jurong Point. Had tea break at toast box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285241369761460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzBfzUsoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/DYMoqyBA1ZU/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The naughty one&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzCojz0pI/AAAAAAAAApc/0dNEuplUm_A/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285241389292180114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzCojz0pI/AAAAAAAAApc/0dNEuplUm_A/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trisha &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzCP6AoEI/AAAAAAAAApU/9e8issDikNA/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285241382674407490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzCP6AoEI/AAAAAAAAApU/9e8issDikNA/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chatterbox and so not camera shy. Immediately pose for me once i flash my camera at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzBpEuxDI/AAAAAAAAApM/tmN4mfEmdeU/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285241372250391602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzBpEuxDI/AAAAAAAAApM/tmN4mfEmdeU/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzBkk3sDI/AAAAAAAAApE/qY4kgDi65J0/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285241371043016754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzBkk3sDI/AAAAAAAAApE/qY4kgDi65J0/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came back from Batam in the afternoon and so bro took us out to JB for dinner. Sis in law bought 5 packs of tissue boxes(4 in one pack) from JB Giant and some other stuff. It's quite scary. It's like war is soon to come. Traffic was really bad on the way home. JAM. Only managed to reach home at midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5837109733705963934?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5837109733705963934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5837109733705963934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5837109733705963934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5837109733705963934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-gathering.html' title='Family gathering'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjzBfzUsoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/DYMoqyBA1ZU/s72-c/DSC00259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8897074343125489826</id><published>2008-12-28T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:06:53.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Band</title><content type='html'>27 Dec, The mini christmas gathering held at wt's place. Because it was mini, we ordered canadian pizza for our dinner. Joan made cheese cake(non-bake), it was yummy. Thanks shi for the log cake too, it really look like it was bought from cake shop. The long "lost" friend finally appeared! They were playing Rock Band. Jon was seriously hooked to the game. Lawrence picked up the game quite fast since he has some foundation in real guitar. Then came the gift exchange before everyone went home. Some gifts weren't wrapped so no surprises. haha. Jimmy suck at being the singer. You shall stick to being a drummer. Are you reading this? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235972785446034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjuHWf-HJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/XvPNuzyi9D8/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235963406804690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjuGzj7ZtI/AAAAAAAAAos/pebzqpyyzEg/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8897074343125489826?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8897074343125489826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8897074343125489826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8897074343125489826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8897074343125489826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-band.html' title='Rock Band'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVjuHWf-HJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/XvPNuzyi9D8/s72-c/DSC00257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-1065230442896953164</id><published>2008-12-24T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:37:10.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another christmas party</title><content type='html'>Went for Steven's party at his house. The turnout was his best so far. Freaking a lot of people. He arranged for satay man, Ramily burger stall, ice cream personnel to provide dinner for the crowd. The satay and burger was good. There's this weird ice cream flavour: Kaya Loti. It's not very fantastic. Strawberry one was nice, it had the real fruit taste. Steven bought a Wii guitar hero world tour set for his friends and family to play. Before the party start, wt and jon were setting it up. I swear in future i'm sticking to a conventional tv. Steven's tv is too high tech, it's quite hard to figure out where the plug ins are. Throughout the party, there were only 3 songs being played on the GHWT: What i've done, Liv'in on a prayer and Beat it. I officially boycott these 3 songs. It was very irritating to keep hearing the same songs over and over again for about 4 hours? Or maybe longer. At the party, i got to know Luke and Sam. They are hardcore drinkers!!! Especially Sam, everyday a cup of liqour. OMG! She's crazy. One day her health is gonna be so affected. Jon had a cup or 2 with them and he's freaking red: Mr Red tomato. Can't stand the colour, very scary. I received a Kate Moss perfume as a christmas gift from Steven and the guys received 2 perfume as Steven is trying to clear his excess gifts. Didn't really talked to him since we arrived. He's too busy here and there. We stayed till about 12 am plus and went home. Of course someone drove. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-1065230442896953164?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/1065230442896953164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=1065230442896953164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1065230442896953164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1065230442896953164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-christmas-party.html' title='Another christmas party'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8888772917136320119</id><published>2008-12-23T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:02:39.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-ster Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to K-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ster&lt;/span&gt; with En and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt; Yin. It was our first time there. We were supposed to go Top One to sing but there’s no more rooms so we went down to Chinatown instead. The TV is as small as that in K box, variety of songs is as much as that of K box. English songs were categorized nicely though, according to singer which makes it easier to select. No dry ice effect, disco light effect. The soft toys and cushion were a waste of money cos none of us dared to use it. We conveniently chuck them aside. 4 hours session for students is $8 +++. I can see why it’s so cheap. Snacks were non refillable, 2 drinks per person. Room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t very fantastic; song selection are quite tedious as we had to use the mouse; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;usable&lt;/span&gt; wireless remote, they have one in the room which we have no idea how to use. But we still carried on singing, getting high in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt; Yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284158048631438946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVUZv6GyvmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4IMuoAhzGeM/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The K-ster room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284158055651915842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVUZwUQmuEI/AAAAAAAAAok/XGG42t9GZ_k/s320/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the singing session, i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Panjang&lt;/span&gt; Plaza to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ze&lt;/span&gt; Lin's performance. I saw Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zhou (from BBSS)&lt;/span&gt; there as well. Didn't expect him to be in the welfare society and he's performing too. The event was to raise awareness about the hearing impaired people. I think it would be more meaningful if the organising committee could invite some of the hearing impaired. Event was a success for the society though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8888772917136320119?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8888772917136320119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8888772917136320119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8888772917136320119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8888772917136320119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/k-ster-trip.html' title='K-ster Trip'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVUZv6GyvmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4IMuoAhzGeM/s72-c/DSC00248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6977257407094227444</id><published>2008-12-20T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:25:19.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Gathering</title><content type='html'>Finally, i've passed the damn plaque to Chub. And was frantically searching for christmas presents since the party is tmr! Went around Bugis junction to search for suitable presents for Justin, Brandon, Auntie Ruth and Uncle George. Instead i found something i really love and can't seem to resist and i bought it. I'll just treat it as my christmas gift. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154789987024658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVUWyOta_xI/AAAAAAAAAoU/nGjpXdkT3hY/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the last minute christmas shopping, me and wt went to HGM house for the last MH gathering since her son is going to primary school next year. I really loved to see how the crowd will react if Kaka were to appear. It would be so interesting. But he wasn't invited of course. After the short meet up, Jacky, me, wt went to causeway point to catch YesMan. It was damn hilarious. Pretty worth watching. Jacky was very unlucky cos not only his mp3 is spoilt, he lost his $117 earphones. Oh well, have to treat it as using up the bad luck for the new year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6977257407094227444?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6977257407094227444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6977257407094227444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6977257407094227444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6977257407094227444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-gathering.html' title='Last Gathering'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SVUWyOta_xI/AAAAAAAAAoU/nGjpXdkT3hY/s72-c/DSC00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-9053489410185329242</id><published>2008-12-19T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:59:35.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Sis is back from Perth!!! I just met up with her. Lucky, sis-in-law wasn't back home yet. Big trouble if they were to meet. A few more months and i guess i will be shifting again. Currently, she's sourcing for piano teacher for Glenda. Any introduction? Really loved to see the two little nieces soon. Her family bought a mod Wii in Australia and funny thing is she felt foreign in Singapore because not much ppl knows about Wii. It is hot stuff in Australia. Maybe it's the generation? She even bought the Wii Fit because of it's mulitple function. When i shift, the house will have both Wii and PS3. Another potential place for meet ups. =p And i can bake freely! Received a Gucci bag for my birthday from Sis. It's really classic and very suitable when i go to work. Thanks a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-9053489410185329242?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/9053489410185329242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=9053489410185329242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/9053489410185329242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/9053489410185329242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-2491828892886899899</id><published>2008-12-14T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:21:25.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Finally time for some updates. Was pretty busy the past few months to blog. I'll consolidate everything that happened into one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news for myself and my family. I've received job offers from Deloitte and KPMG (Big 4 accounting firms) and i've decided to join Deloitte. So before graduation from NTU, i've secured a job position. Pretty relieved about that. Pay is somewhat attractive, hopefully the working environment will turn out good since i heard that a number of seniors have quit due to their managers. Left with one more semester to graduation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini birthday celebration with the usual clique during the weekends of my birthday week. Felt really loved by all. Thank you so much for remembering unlike some fellow who conveniently threw it to the back of his mind. Received a mixer as part of the present. HOHO!!! i can bake things easier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined the Standard Chartered Full Marathon 2008 held on 7 Dec 2008  and completed in 8 hours 36 minutes. Not up to my own expectations but i'll try harder next year if i join. Whole body aching after the run but i felt really good about completing it. Like what one of the runners said, i can proudly say that i did something in the year 2008. Thank you baby for being there for me thoughout the run. Love you! Next marathon to look forward to: Sundown Marathon '09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Dec 2008, 0504 chalet at Pasir Ris was a blast. So good to meet up with friends since they are all really busy for the past year due to army and school commitment. Though the weather didn't turn out quite well for our BBQ, we still managed to get some food done. INPUT = OUTPUT: Mr Andy Zhang claimed that he's the one to maintain that and indeed he did. The tray of food cleared off very fast la. And then came a pleasant surprise when we clear the BBQ pit to return to our room.  A birthday surprise. I didn't expect any of them to celebrate my birthday as the chalet was held one week after my birthday. I was so blur to not notice the cake in the fridge when i went up to take drinks down. Baby had a part to play in it as well. He asked me to accompany him down to search for the  lighter which in fact is in the room. At that point in time, i think i was too tired to think logically. So i genuinely went down to look for the lighter. So when i went back up and the class started to sing birthday song, i was really surprised and touched. I felt tears in my eyes but i held them back. So embarassing if i were to cry right infront of them. I've received a wallet(which i really need) as my present. It's really very sweet of them especially Zhu En. Thank you 0504 for such a memorable birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sold my 1 and half year old Fujitsu laptop and bought a Asus EEEpc 1000H. After getting the bulky Fujitsu laptop, i realised i needed something more portable and LIGHT hence the change in laptop. Still trying to get used to the keyboard size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought PS3 Rock Band set for family and friends to play (All thanks to the clique's birthday gift). It was really fun to play the drummer. Tried being the singer and i was totally out of tune(imagine a screaming chicken). I couldn't catch lyrics and was humming most of the time so basically i sounded horrendous. This reminds me of JIMMY LOO who tried being the singer. I should have taken a video clip. Don't ask me how he sound like. You need to witness it yourself. He refused to sing in KBox right doesn't mean we couldn't get him to sing for RB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. I'll update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-2491828892886899899?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/2491828892886899899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=2491828892886899899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2491828892886899899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2491828892886899899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8792450182576533492</id><published>2008-09-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:28:31.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>じこしょうかい</title><content type='html'>はじめまして。わたしはワンミンチィンです。&lt;br /&gt;ナンャンりこうだいがくのがくせいです。&lt;br /&gt;せんこうはかいけいがくです。&lt;br /&gt;シンガポ一ルじんです。&lt;br /&gt;よろしく　おねがいします。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さようなら。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8792450182576533492?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8792450182576533492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8792450182576533492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8792450182576533492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8792450182576533492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='じこしょうかい'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-256007413417845686</id><published>2008-08-31T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:57:59.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incorrigible kids or parents?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. Every little small matters, they will have to cry and complain to their mum. What we teach them, they treat it as wind blowing past their ears. As an elder scold and merely hit the grandchild for a valid reason, they cry out their lungs and immediately call for mother. This just mean that they are not scared of grandparents any more; or spoilt by mother. They just don't listen. I have no idea where the kids picked up the bad habit of shouting and even rude shouting. Have you ever heard a young kid shout at the grandpa "naughty yeye, bad yeye!" This is a question of manners and respect. Where is it? If i were their parents, i would have scolded them for being rude. They can complain that they were being scolded but they can't scold their seniors. No way can i accept such a rude behavior. Their shouts were so loud at night that i can't even talk properly to dad so i raised my voice and said only TWO words "Don't shout". What next? You can guess. Another complaint went over to their mum. From young they were instilled the idea that if someone scold them other than parents, they are bad people. This perception is hard to change unless they are told off by parents. But i doubt it has ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They better not test my patience. I'm not a sick cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-256007413417845686?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/256007413417845686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=256007413417845686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/256007413417845686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/256007413417845686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/08/incorrigible-kids-or-parents.html' title='Incorrigible kids or parents?'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6963777666349262428</id><published>2008-08-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:01:44.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En's 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CfPCllI/AAAAAAAAAY4/3aSETuHnc8k/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241063009585108562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CfPCllI/AAAAAAAAAY4/3aSETuHnc8k/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The typical 5 连拍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CbbETkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nVOhBgt-fNY/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241063008561811010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CbbETkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nVOhBgt-fNY/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Wrapper we insist to bury her head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CTsCPsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/VJuHhSOs-MI/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241063006485495490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CTsCPsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/VJuHhSOs-MI/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 05/04 individual shots with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CthiAbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/A8PWEFBHzkA/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241063013420761522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CthiAbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/A8PWEFBHzkA/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nanny Hall 4 Pageant (top left corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Francis, unexpectedly, entered into NTU NBS!!!!! (bottom left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_Cke6HMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OjhN4pags9w/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241063010993839298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_Cke6HMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OjhN4pags9w/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another 5 连拍. Wei Jia Hall 5 Pageant &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are our class guys really that good? Three went into pageant!!! (plus Leon in NBS pageant)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzC9ULh4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WkXCfD3Ah2k/s1600-h/P8150073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240697979799308162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzC9ULh4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WkXCfD3Ah2k/s320/P8150073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzDEcMUtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/703Y8nMAP4Y/s1600-h/P8150075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240697981711962834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzDEcMUtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/703Y8nMAP4Y/s320/P8150075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Secondary friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzDoZD24I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HoU8qLZz79w/s1600-h/P8150076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240697991362501506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzDoZD24I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HoU8qLZz79w/s320/P8150076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 05/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzD7Go_7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/k8pcNeIwiTU/s1600-h/P8150077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240697996385517490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzD7Go_7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/k8pcNeIwiTU/s320/P8150077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hall 5 ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzEDyKdgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ThDu4Hq8MdU/s1600-h/P8150134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240697998715549186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLqzEDyKdgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ThDu4Hq8MdU/s320/P8150134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tada the bf she met in hall 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6963777666349262428?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6963777666349262428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6963777666349262428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6963777666349262428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6963777666349262428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/08/ens-21st-birthday.html' title='En&apos;s 21st Birthday'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLv_CfPCllI/AAAAAAAAAY4/3aSETuHnc8k/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-379416597683606929</id><published>2008-07-26T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:59:35.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INK 2008 comes to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Featuring some of the artworks submitted by students for the competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwdcajCaWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ORKsJS52GNs/s1600-h/PICT2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241096440352237922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwdcajCaWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ORKsJS52GNs/s320/PICT2647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From SAJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwdcsBZcHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/cc-lL4wPEt4/s1600-h/PICT2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241096445042978930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwdcsBZcHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/cc-lL4wPEt4/s320/PICT2675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above: 2nd Prize(SAJC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcD-0gcjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/epdot-eClvg/s1600-h/P5090042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094921080828466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcD-0gcjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/epdot-eClvg/s320/P5090042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HCI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcEUY3gkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ziiDRK6D8dI/s1600-h/P5090044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094926870479426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcEUY3gkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ziiDRK6D8dI/s320/P5090044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NYJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcEtJBCCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q4mYr2EsEvw/s1600-h/P5090049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094933514881058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcEtJBCCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q4mYr2EsEvw/s320/P5090049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: 3rd Prize (NYJC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcE2d9YXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fcMMyfwSRbo/s1600-h/P5090050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094936018641266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcE2d9YXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fcMMyfwSRbo/s320/P5090050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above: 1st Prize (NYJC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcFaOAg2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/cNor4c_vW0A/s1600-h/P5090052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094945615414114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwcFaOAg2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/cNor4c_vW0A/s320/P5090052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NYJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYuA8_uDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dQJFNuvwg_g/s1600-h/P5090024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091245161297970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYuA8_uDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dQJFNuvwg_g/s320/P5090024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TPJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYuuIl2EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BiuEsWTQDcc/s1600-h/P5090027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091257289529410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYuuIl2EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BiuEsWTQDcc/s320/P5090027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYu5gdRjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/T29STEFReCI/s1600-h/P5090036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091260342421042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYu5gdRjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/T29STEFReCI/s320/P5090036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYvDFkb7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/fmx6UPVRuaY/s1600-h/P5090037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091262913998770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYvDFkb7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/fmx6UPVRuaY/s320/P5090037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYvq1QPCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sxzLRQ_ByD4/s1600-h/P5090040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241091273582984226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwYvq1QPCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sxzLRQ_ByD4/s320/P5090040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INK 2008 had officially ended with a prize presentation ceremony at LT 1A. Thankfully, everything went smoothly and it was a success. Time to pass down to the next committee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-379416597683606929?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/379416597683606929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=379416597683606929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/379416597683606929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/379416597683606929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/09/ink-2008-comes-to-end.html' title='INK 2008 comes to an end'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwdcajCaWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ORKsJS52GNs/s72-c/PICT2647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7644614293064038885</id><published>2008-06-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:02:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Ridge Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPv2dnnJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Q1gDhtsNSeI/s1600-h/P6210037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241081381100428434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPv2dnnJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Q1gDhtsNSeI/s320/P6210037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hort Park: a nice place for picnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPwdtIu-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Q1lODt2V5B4/s1600-h/P6210052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241081391634496482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPwdtIu-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Q1lODt2V5B4/s320/P6210052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henderson Waves Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPBWVk9hI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SVbL5FVFOog/s1600-h/P6210015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241080582202783250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPBWVk9hI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SVbL5FVFOog/s320/P6210015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPBonLOoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ssgiHEoVlOU/s1600-h/P6210028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241080587108432514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPBonLOoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ssgiHEoVlOU/s320/P6210028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The skies are very blue but over exposure. I can't really capture the exact colour using my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPBw6fkHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wR9wyLWebcU/s1600-h/P6210034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241080589336940658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPBw6fkHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wR9wyLWebcU/s320/P6210034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unique spiral staircase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPCQpEWhI/AAAAAAAAAag/1qpmtxOV36s/s1600-h/P6210040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241080597853788690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPCQpEWhI/AAAAAAAAAag/1qpmtxOV36s/s320/P6210040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reminds me of Perth's Canopy Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPCrkz7YI/AAAAAAAAAao/r6pupPduaz8/s1600-h/P6210041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241080605083692418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPCrkz7YI/AAAAAAAAAao/r6pupPduaz8/s320/P6210041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Definitely a much lower bridge in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNulGUM5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/U6saPjgiTL4/s1600-h/P6210007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079160236159890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNulGUM5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/U6saPjgiTL4/s320/P6210007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glass houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNu1_Kc6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/AHluStb8g8k/s1600-h/P6210011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079164769563554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNu1_Kc6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/AHluStb8g8k/s320/P6210011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNvCexnoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rsykOzq-rPQ/s1600-h/P6210018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079168123379330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNvCexnoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/rsykOzq-rPQ/s320/P6210018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Argh! Over Exposure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNvt1JXAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xew8Rz2ShXI/s1600-h/P6210022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079179759934466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNvt1JXAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xew8Rz2ShXI/s320/P6210022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is taken by wt. Very nice angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNvz5x54I/AAAAAAAAAaA/yALtlds3z3I/s1600-h/P6210025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079181389981570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwNvz5x54I/AAAAAAAAAaA/yALtlds3z3I/s320/P6210025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garden Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always remember Jimmy who failed to turn up for the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7644614293064038885?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7644614293064038885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7644614293064038885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7644614293064038885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7644614293064038885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/southern-ridge-walk.html' title='Southern Ridge Walk'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SLwPv2dnnJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Q1gDhtsNSeI/s72-c/P6210037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-530390182794477034</id><published>2008-06-14T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:08:10.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New house</title><content type='html'>Southern Ridge trip is postponed to next Saturday. We’ll wait for the other 2 fellows to come back from Taiwan. So wt and I went over to Jimmy’s house to play his PS3 games. His new house is very nice!!!! It’s very cozy and warm. Color combination is black and white with wood based furniture. The lights are very special (very contemporary). The whole design is WOW. I love it a lot. But it comes with a price la. Sorry no photos. I forgot to take. Anyway, for those who have been to his house before, you all should know that the toilet door is spoilt. For his new house, it’s exactly the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda. One word: Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-530390182794477034?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/530390182794477034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=530390182794477034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/530390182794477034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/530390182794477034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-house.html' title='New house'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-4321089862181195079</id><published>2008-06-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:06:14.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up!</title><content type='html'>I was very pissed off with Qantas. The hotline is useless. I’m helping my dad to change his return flight to August instead of July. I’ve called in the morning, afternoon, evening, night and waited for 15 to 30 minutes and nobody answered. So I got fed up and went down to their office at Cairnhill place after my work. I couldn’t make it in time. I reached at 6:31 pm and the staff told me the systems are closed for the day. Their office closes at 6:30 pm. Who will expect a travel agency to close at 6:30? And worst of all, it’s not open during the weekends. Booking of flights is easy as it can be done via the internet. But the changing of flights, we have to call to change or go down personally to change. And nobody answers the call, and the office close so early, how are we suppose to change the flight? It’s time to review their system efficiencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff refused to believe that the hotline is not working. So she offered to call and I’ll wait. Ok I WAITED for about 10- 15 minutes. Nobody answered again. She said that I should try calling in the evening as there’s less traffic. Right, I tried that before. When I put down their phone, she finally said that she could help key in the details first and Monday or Tuesday, when the system reopen, they will process it and inform me when the changes have been processed. FREAK! Can’t she just say that the moment I reached? I remembered I asked her, can’t she do anything about it. I’ve came all the way down just to change the flight and all she can do is say goodbye, come back another day? She even attempted to prove me wrong that the hotline is working. If the manager is still around, I would have just lodge an official complaint. I was so pissed that I wanted to write an official complain letter. Roar!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-4321089862181195079?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/4321089862181195079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=4321089862181195079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/4321089862181195079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/4321089862181195079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/wake-up.html' title='Wake up!'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7891783778922870756</id><published>2008-06-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:05:06.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PC show</title><content type='html'>I went to the PC show with wt. It was freaking crowded though it is the first day of the PC show. Imagine the crowd during the weekends. Wt bought an Epson 3-in-1 printer for his mum for $118, comes with a little trolley too. The notebooks are very cheap packed with loads of free stuffs. I was so tempted to get one and sell my current laptop away cos I find mine a tad too bulky, not very portable. That’s just a temptation. I’m contented with my laptop. Haha. I needed an external hard drive to back up my files in my desktop so I bought a 250 GB Western Digital external hard drive for $130. I wanted a red one but no more stock for red so I bought the black one. Now, my gadgets are mainly these 3 colors: black, white and red. Just nice, my pay is in. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my time table for Year 3 is gonna be quite slack since I only have 2 core per semester to take and I left only 2 more electives to take. Now it’s easier for me to give tuition for primary or secondary students. Any lobang please let me know k? Maths, science or chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7891783778922870756?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7891783778922870756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7891783778922870756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7891783778922870756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7891783778922870756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/pc-show.html' title='PC show'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6869875882976036150</id><published>2008-06-11T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:45:02.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from nature</title><content type='html'>Lesson Number 1&lt;br /&gt;How does an oyster produce a pearl? It all starts from an irritant, be it sand, a pebble or a pesky parasites organism. The oyster reacts and coats it with layers of nacre (made of minerals and proteins; also called mother-of-pearl) to form an iridescent and lustrous pearl. Make pearls out of life’s irritations, the stones hurled at and the pesky parasites you have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Number 2&lt;br /&gt;We wish our lives would be filled with sunshine all the time. But don’t you know that all sunshine makes a desert? On the other hand, all rain makes a flood. Life bestows upon us a mixture of sunny and rainy days. Enjoy life as it comes and remember too, there can be no rainbow without rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Number 3&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t we ever commented, “What a fine day it is! Not a cloud in the sky.” We may wish for fine days and cloudless days. But could we ever enjoy the sunrise or a beautiful sunset without clouds? Clouds reflect the sun’s rays and only then we enjoy the different hues and shades of the rising or setting sun. So when clouds hang low, consider that we need them to appreciate greater beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude is everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6869875882976036150?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6869875882976036150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6869875882976036150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6869875882976036150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6869875882976036150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/lessons-from-nature.html' title='Lessons from nature'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-4263721075499456693</id><published>2008-06-10T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:48:02.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Predictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My colleague printed this out for me to see. It’s an email she received from her friend. Since I have nothing to do in the office and the people has nothing to give us to do, I shall type this whole letter to share with you people. Note: I’m typing this in the office. Original text is in traditional Chinese characters, I’m typing the translated version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Juseleeno, born in 1960, is a Brazilian who has made many predictions, and MOST have come to pass, including Princess Diana’s death by car accident(which is instigated by someone near her and will probably unfortunately be written off as a car accident), 911 and the 2004 Indonesian tsunami. He sees the future in his dreams, and has an average of 3 to 9 such predictions per day. When he wakes up, he will write them down, and send warnings to those concerned. If it concerns only a normal individual, he will write a letter to warn him/her. If it is a famous celebrity, politician etc.), or matters concerning the public, he will not only send it to the individual himself/herself, but also related agencies, government and media. He urged the media to publicize these predictions, but the reply always went along the line of rejection for fear of arousing public panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future predictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2008, July:&lt;/span&gt; There will be an earthquake in Japan, which will cause a tsunami of 30 plus metres high to occur as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2008, 18th September:&lt;/span&gt; An earthquake with magnitude of approximately 9.1 will rock China, simultaneously causing a tsunami of more than 30 metres to occur, resulting in the deaths of more than 1 million people. Although this huge earthquake will happen after the Olympics have ended, there will be a series of relatively smaller earthquakes occurring in China before the huge earthquake. .The China government, which is more concerned with the success of the Olympics, will most likely neglect to employ appropriate cautionary measures, thus the high casualty rate. If the China government does not publicize the occurrence of these minor earthquakes and evacuate people, the number of deaths will be as predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2008, 17th December:&lt;/span&gt; terrorist attack in America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2010:&lt;/span&gt; The temperatures in some countries of Africa could be as high as 58 degrees Celsius, and there will be a serious shortage of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2010, 15th June:&lt;/span&gt; The New York Stock Exchange market will fail, causing an international financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2011:&lt;/span&gt; the research on the treatment of some cancers will be completed, but a new life-threatening virus will appear. People who are infected will die after only approx. 4 hours of coming into contact with the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2013, 1st – 25th November:&lt;/span&gt; Research on treatment of cancers, except for brain tumors, will be completed. An earthquake, caused by volcanic eruptions, will happen on Bahama Island of the Canary Islands. A gigantic tsunami of roughly 150 metres will result. America mainlands, Brazil etc.will be affected, with the tsunami pushing into the land as far as 15 to 20 kilometres. Before the occurrence of this gigantic tsunami, the sea/ocean water levels will sink by about 6 metres, and large flocks of birds will start to migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2014:&lt;/span&gt; A small planet that has been gradually closing in on Earth might eventually collide with Earth, and this collision, if come to pass, will affect the survival of humans as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2015:&lt;/span&gt; By the mid of November, the average temperature of Earth could be as high as 59 degrees Celsius. Many people will die from the heat, and international confusion and terror ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2016, April:&lt;/span&gt; A huge typhoon will invade China, causing massive damage. The 43rd USA president, George Walker Bush, will enter the hospital, and faces a life or death situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2026, July:&lt;/span&gt; A super earthquake will occur in Sans Francisco, and it will be named “The Big One”. There will be huge damage to surrounding areas. Many volcanoes will re-activate, and the height of resulting tsunami will be more than 150 metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Juseleeno made known his predictions in hopes that people will take heed of his warnings, so that these disasters may be avoided. He hopes there will be major change in the thinking of people’s mindsets in the time period 2007-2008. One factor will be the environmental issue of global warming, which is more serious than what some meteorologists assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of message- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-4263721075499456693?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/4263721075499456693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=4263721075499456693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/4263721075499456693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/4263721075499456693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-predictions.html' title='Future Predictions'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-3527737447932912654</id><published>2008-06-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:42:35.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a SMALL SMALL world</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!! My test finally over! It’s only left the research paper and presentation to do and 3 and half more weeks to end of attachment. It’s quite fast actually. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a small small world. M added me and I found out that she knows Serene, J’s ex gf (Remember the one who went to China?). So the link goes this way, S and M are friends. J and S are exs, W and M are in a r/s, I know M. It’s a bit complicated reading the alphabets as it is. For those who know who I’m referring to, fill in the names yourself. Are we linked by some invisible thread or something? This world is freaking SMALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-3527737447932912654?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/3527737447932912654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=3527737447932912654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3527737447932912654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3527737447932912654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-small-small-world.html' title='What a SMALL SMALL world'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-909287463416824054</id><published>2008-06-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:48:21.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Run 2008</title><content type='html'>Remember the number wt had? It’s for Passion Run 2008. I went together with wt to ECP early in the morning 6 plus am to support him. It’s a 15 km run. While waiting, I intend to study for the GST test for tmr. Somehow, my mind just drifted away to just staring at people there and taking a nap. Then I shifted my butt to the food centre near the starting point and waited for him. I saw him running past and it’s a pity I didn’t bring my camera. Otherwise, I could have helped snap a nice shot of him. He took 1 hour 50 minutes to complete the run which was rather slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to popo house after the run to shower and bring popo out for lunch with relatives at DeliVege a vegetarian restaurant at Chinatown. We had an 8 course lunch which was very fulfilling. The meals are free of MSG and totally unlike vegetarian food: the vegetarian food tastes like real meat. Even the Shi Lin chicken tastes almost like one. Where’s my camera?! I could have taken photos for all to see. The chef, James, a born vegetarian, is really talented to be able to whip up such high quality vegetarian food and he’s very friendly and willing to improve. Highly recommended place to come even if you aren’t a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shall we organize a lunch/dinner gathering to DeliVege?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-909287463416824054?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/909287463416824054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=909287463416824054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/909287463416824054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/909287463416824054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/passion-run-2008.html' title='Passion Run 2008'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-2216459453781682865</id><published>2008-06-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:03:23.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm trip</title><content type='html'>We went to Hay Diaries Goat Farm, frog farm and Aero Green Tech (aeroponics). It was organized by the Geylang Serai NC so wt’s mum bought a few tickets and we went with his aunts and cousins. It’s like a primary school excursion. The weather weren’t very cooperative though. It started raining when we reached the CC and pouring at Lim Chu Kang where the farms are. The umbrellas we brought were put to much use. There was nothing new at the goat farm. It’s the standard procedures of showing the visitors milking, allowing visitors to feed the goat and kid, testing the goat milk. Visiting the frog farm was super boring. Cos it’s raining and we have limited umbrellas, we couldn’t walk around much to take a look. I’d rather visit the mushroom farm. Remember the primary/secondary school excursion to the aeroponics? It’s the exact same aeroponics i visited when I was in primary/secondary school. Took some photos of the greenery. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SE_odnxuo3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ttlIVD4ZQQs/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210638889482363762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SE_odnxuo3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ttlIVD4ZQQs/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SE_oeK5mjjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cFCUQuW6hhs/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210638898910629426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SE_oeK5mjjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cFCUQuW6hhs/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SE_oeXcNW0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/j8h8Y-xDS8E/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210638902277004098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SE_oeXcNW0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/j8h8Y-xDS8E/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after the trip, we went back to Ar bo Betty’s house for shower, rest and ate dinner which was prepared by Verny. I loved the toast cheese bread that she made. The mushroom soup was pretty good even though it’s not what I expected. I expected mushroom soup to be the thick creamy type. Pizzas were a bit soft in the middle section due to moisture caused by vegetables. I preferred crispy crust. Overall, still thumbs up. Sorry, no photos for dinner as I was too tired and hungry to flash my camera at the food. Some entertainment after the heavy meal: Scrabble, which we played in pairs. It’s a tie between me, mai luck and wt, Ar bo both pairs scoring 175. Later in the night, I and wt went over to popo house at bedok to sleep cos mai luck offered to drive us to East Coast Park for the Passion Run in the morning. Zzzzz…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-2216459453781682865?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/2216459453781682865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=2216459453781682865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2216459453781682865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2216459453781682865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/farm-trip.html' title='Farm trip'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SE_odnxuo3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ttlIVD4ZQQs/s72-c/DSC00149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5588326524219914937</id><published>2008-06-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:48:37.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results Day!</title><content type='html'>Results are out today. One may say that my results are not satisfactory but I think they are good enough. My CGPA is 3.42. I’ll be aiming for 3.5 and above next semester. Successful people usually didn’t obtain fantastic grades. Grades aren’t everything especially in today’s world. I feel that sometimes society is too obsessed with grades and clouded their judgment of a person’s ability. Maybe it’s true that grades are the only benchmark that companies have in choosing the appropriate employees. But eventually it boils down to your ability to adapt (you will do things totally different from what you study anyway except for certain specs) and your personality. A degree is just a stepping stone to your first career. Of course, this will be different for specialization in medicine, law where grasp of knowledge are pretty well reflected in grades. I think I might not have placed so much emphasis on grades because I’m intending to start my own business. So please don’t tell me what to do or not to do. I know what I’m striving for. A word of encouragement will do and I’ll be thankful for that. So what if you obtained straight A’s when your character sucks. Competition starts only when you get into the society, not in school. That’s why I feel irritated when people compared results with one another of the same faculty. What’s the point? It’s you that matters. Asking about one’s result out of concern will be a different thing totally. If the intention is to compare, I completely detest that. I know that it may be human nature to compare, but I just don’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks to all who gave me encouragement and support my decision in striving for another exchange program. Love you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5588326524219914937?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5588326524219914937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5588326524219914937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5588326524219914937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5588326524219914937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/results-day.html' title='Results Day!'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-3738804819081181283</id><published>2008-06-03T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:16:54.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCKED</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to Ming Zhen Restaurant (I forgot the English name) at OCBC centre for Tracy’s farewell lunch. It’s a Chinese restaurant situated outside an open spaced car park at the 5th floor. We had an 8 course lunch and the food is nice: cold dish, sharks fin, abalone, fish, lobsters, roast chicken with rice, yee mian and yam paste. I guess it’s very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG SHOCK! I found out that M is actually the current gf of Wesley. I knew M during the first day of work when we were in the training room. Yesterday, I logged into Friendster to check who messaged me and out of curiosity, clicked onto W’s profile and saw M leaving a comment for him. So I went to ask M about it today and she told me they are together for about a year plus. Jaw drop! Y, if you are reading this, M is the one you saw at the clinic together with W. She thinks that you are very pretty and that day she didn’t know how to react. What a small world huh. She said that W had slimmed down and is even skinnier than her. I seriously had a hard time imagine him being slim. Apparently, he still fantasizes going to US to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M is a pretty and bubbly girl. It’s a pity she is together with W as I think there are so much better choices around her. I like her and hopefully she will not be hurt in this r/s.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I met up with Wt for dinner at AMK. I saw this tote bag and bought it. Wt bought one as well, different design of course. Then there’s this very cute rabbit soft toy, very cuddly and I was so tempted to buy it back home to hug. But I manage to control myself from buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m glad to be able to lend a listening ear to you. All of these that you have experienced are going to make you a better person. Parents’ love is the only undying love in the world, don’t doubt that. Parents are also learning how to express themselves. I believe he didn’t mean to say that. This may be the worst time in your life but you have to learn to cope with it. Open up to those who care, we will always support you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-3738804819081181283?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/3738804819081181283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=3738804819081181283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3738804819081181283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3738804819081181283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/shocked.html' title='SHOCKED'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-2610187605613603913</id><published>2008-06-02T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:16:38.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I have been pretty busy. Finally, I got to go out to client’s place for a return review. The client is an architecture firm, and the designs are really beautiful. Sorry, I can’t take photos in their office, not good. Otherwise, I would have post it up for all to see. I was assigned to do vouching for taxable purchases and reconciliation, then compile list of errors. These had kept me busy for a few days with OT. Since I’m after all an intern, that’s the most I could do. Later on, I was assigned to photocopy relevant documents, folio them. So I was dubbed the “yin hou”. It’s quite shiok going to client’s place to work as I could cab home at night and cab to client’s place from home. Cab fees can be claimed. Hehe. However, I have never in my life spent so much money on cab consecutively 4 days. It totals $151.70. Expensive… Now, I’m back to the office doing nothing again. It’s the fourth week, 4 more weeks to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-2610187605613603913?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/2610187605613603913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=2610187605613603913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2610187605613603913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2610187605613603913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7167836079124211010</id><published>2008-06-01T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:04:48.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy feeling</title><content type='html'>Went jogging with Wt around Woodlands area. I started to pant after running 400 m as warm up. Yes, my stamina is really that lousy. Then after that I ran one round the estate area while Wt ran 2 and back for cool down. I haven’t been exercising for 2 years so after this my body is aching horribly. A signal for me to exercise more. After the morning exercise, we went back and shower. In the afternoon went to make my spectacles at Manchester Optics near Botak Jones at Woodlands. Within half an hour, I could collect it. It is quite cheap also given it is the super thin lenses. Wt went to collect his Passion Run pack and this is the number he got. Nice number right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208026162394128402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SEagM45xYBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HczPK2BKiE4/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then off we went to meet S and J for movie, Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, at Vivocity. The movie was a bit long and personally I feel it’s not as captivating as the first one. S booked the whole theatre for his church people. Wt and J knew some of them and I feel so out of place while they were talking. I’m not being anti-social. It’s that I don’t feel that they are that friendly. And somehow gives me the feeling of they are snobbish. Maybe it’s just me. After the movie, we went to Keppel Bay TCC for dinner. The view there isn’t that fantastic la. You see yacht, ship, lights lor. The view from Mount Faber Jewel Box and view from the café Jx held her birthday party is so much better. After meeting S for the second time, I find that he demands a lot from services. He asked whether the chilli beef soup is spicy, the waiter replied not too spicy. So he decided to order it. It turns out that it is very spicy to him. For me, I think its okay so he gave the soup to me. One can’t really blame the waiter for saying that it is not too spicy as different people has different standards. To the waiter just like me, may think that it’s ok. As for desserts, he asked will it take very long to serve if he ordered after the main course. The waiter replied not too long. So he decided to order after the main course. But the desserts were served after quite some time. How fast is fast is subjective. Not all desserts require the same amount of time to serve. Apparently, dark devotion needs 15 minutes to serve. Even my ti-rum-misu was served later than dark devotion. Is that considered long? In a café, one is expected to sit down, relax and chill with friends. It’s not a fast food restaurant. Talking with friends makes time pass by very quickly and 15 minutes is gone. For them, 15 minutes is short. As for people in a rush of time, of course 15 minutes is long. Maybe he just wants to get back home ASAP to rest since he has to go back office the next day to work. I remember I was complaining it’s taking quite long as I’m really in a rush of time. What may seem to be a good service to one may not be to another. Take for example, shopping in a boutique and the sales person approached you and recommend all sorts of clothes for you. Some thinks it is a very good service attitude while others just detest it and secretly praying, please shoo, don’t disturb me. Reflecting on ourselves, are we demanding too much? And it’s because of these expectations that we actually hurt ourselves and the people around us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7167836079124211010?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7167836079124211010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7167836079124211010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7167836079124211010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7167836079124211010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking-too-much.html' title='Uneasy feeling'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SEagM45xYBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HczPK2BKiE4/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8085486050244354321</id><published>2008-05-29T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:57:30.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukiyaki or Steamboat?</title><content type='html'>I rushed back to the office from client’s place for a lunch appointment with the partners. They brought us to the Noble House Restaurant at a building next to Shenton House. Apparently, it is pretty famous for its dim sum. The partners ordered too much food and we couldn’t finish it. The roasted pork, very crispy skin; the cha siew pao, juicy on the inside; siew mai, I think not much difference from the one you buy in hawker; spring roll, not too oily; tarts, very soft texture; prawn dumplings; succulent; dumplings, too full that I can’t really taste how nice it is. There was one full dumpling not touched at all. A bit waste of food. Overall, it is nice. I didn’t take note of the price though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, took a cab down to Holland Village Sushi Tei for dinner with Xy, Vivien and Wt. I ordered the usual sukiyaki. Xy ordered the same thing too. Her flame weren’t strong enough to heat up the soup so this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's suppose to be like this. Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208024757939822562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SEae7I5xX-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/wkq_yxVQ9_M/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It became this... Steamboat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208024762234789874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SEae7Y5xX_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/wJQVXUaAUV8/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208024766529757186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SEae7o5xYAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6Dv-UL__E80/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the people on the next table were puzzled as to what that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8085486050244354321?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8085486050244354321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8085486050244354321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8085486050244354321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8085486050244354321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/05/sukiyaki-or-steamboat.html' title='Sukiyaki or Steamboat?'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SEae7I5xX-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/wkq_yxVQ9_M/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-3447043404542147657</id><published>2008-05-24T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:19:46.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shu Juan's 21st Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Marina Square first before heading down to Shu Juan's party at her house. We were looking for her present. Her friend suggested us to buy handbag, wallet, sunglasses or accessories. There's a slight problem cos we dunno what she likes and her current style. So the first shop we went : The Wallet Shop. Found a sleek wallet with a nice texture and style, a bit expensive too. After walking around to scout for other stuff, we still went back to the buy the wallet. Trying to waste time in the mall as it's still to early to head down. Though not the first to reach, we are on time. Theme is Hawaii and only Wei jia fit the theme. Practically all of us didn't fit the bill. Photos revealed it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's stalking me? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHeFeCmbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zfMHBbwVMis/s1600-h/P5240003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204199057848965554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHeFeCmbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zfMHBbwVMis/s320/P5240003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snap shot by Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHe1eCmcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/78AnF-2YqZo/s1600-h/P5240004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204199070733867458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHe1eCmcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/78AnF-2YqZo/s320/P5240004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snap shot by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHfFeCmdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/g3k4GJ5LTMA/s1600-h/P5240006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204199075028834770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHfFeCmdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/g3k4GJ5LTMA/s320/P5240006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coconut popping out from en's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHfVeCmeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ItQiRSMBsAI/s1600-h/P5240009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204199079323802082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHfVeCmeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ItQiRSMBsAI/s320/P5240009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo... Little miss vs mr dwarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHf1eCmfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/X0dixDTJuY4/s1600-h/P5240012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204199087913736690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHf1eCmfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/X0dixDTJuY4/s320/P5240012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ghostly face. Hey, kelvin's not being very cooperative. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLfFeCmkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/prg3lyjnBqk/s1600-h/P5240020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204203473075345986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLfFeCmkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/prg3lyjnBqk/s320/P5240020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EEEEEEEE... So disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkOCleCmlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HK5mxZCo9kw/s1600-h/P5240034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204206281983957586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkOCleCmlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HK5mxZCo9kw/s320/P5240034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bunny bunny teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkODFeCmmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qIVVRVc6M1c/s1600-h/P5240046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204206290573892194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkODFeCmmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qIVVRVc6M1c/s320/P5240046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to act cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkODVeCmnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XMFMuLJx1bU/s1600-h/P5240043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204206294868859506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkODVeCmnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XMFMuLJx1bU/s320/P5240043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So sad. He doesn't wanna take photo with me. Sob Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLdVeCmgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/k2gibeNAWxM/s1600-h/P5240014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204203443010574850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLdVeCmgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/k2gibeNAWxM/s320/P5240014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gals of 05/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLd1eCmhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1hfB5oM70jg/s1600-h/P5240017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204203451600509458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLd1eCmhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1hfB5oM70jg/s320/P5240017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey don't try running away birthday gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLeFeCmiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OmO8HtE3Dbo/s1600-h/P5240024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204203455895476770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLeFeCmiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OmO8HtE3Dbo/s320/P5240024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Full group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLeleCmjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eUlihEpimVY/s1600-h/P5240025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204203464485411378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkLeleCmjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eUlihEpimVY/s320/P5240025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attendance taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204207338545912450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkPAFeCmoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xYWrBbUZUi8/s320/P5240050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-3447043404542147657?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/3447043404542147657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=3447043404542147657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3447043404542147657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3447043404542147657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/05/shu-juans-21st-birthday-party.html' title='Shu Juan&apos;s 21st Birthday Party'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDkHeFeCmbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zfMHBbwVMis/s72-c/P5240003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6114626766915806102</id><published>2008-05-23T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:04:42.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Far East Square</title><content type='html'>Went for lunch with my mentor at Botan Japanese restaurant. It's a welcome treat by the company. So for this particular lunch it's not like the usual lunch we had at lau pa sat. There's various set lunches to choose from and each ranges from $16 to $26. Ala carte dishes are those sashimi, handrolls which are particularly expensive in my opinion. I ordered tempura set and the others ordered grilled fish set, Hui juan ( another NTU intern) ordered sushi and udon set. The serving is very big and very colourful( due to the bowls and plates they used). It's worth the money to eat there as the food is very nice. Highly recommended. Before going there to eat, make sure you reserve a seat cos usually it's very crowded during lunch. I'm not sure about the dinner though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tempura Set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204190424964700530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_nleCmXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GwoAWywA1hA/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Top view&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_n1eCmYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_OAi1Kw4nYg/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204190429259667842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_n1eCmYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_OAi1Kw4nYg/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the restaurant name.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_oFeCmZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g82gBIBZq5U/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204190433554635154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_oFeCmZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g82gBIBZq5U/s320/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessie, Lis, Chang Yong paying for the meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_oFeCmaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qx_ClFuUv_8/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204190433554635170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_oFeCmaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qx_ClFuUv_8/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21st May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dinner gathering with Uni mates at Siam kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A gathering organized by Patricia to give the prezzies to the birthday boys and gals. However, one of the birthday gal couldn't make it so we'll postpone the "present giving ceremony" and we'll have our dinner gathering. It's kinda weird to see all of them in formal wear. Each of them was telling "stories" of their work during the first week. They seemed to have exciting work experience and have been doing some stuff. I'm so bored at my workplace. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Sean, me, Wei Lynn and Nicole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_OleCmTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zUEqV-5bXtk/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204189995467970866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_OleCmTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zUEqV-5bXtk/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left to right: Particia, Wee Poh, Shahila, Zong Fu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_PFeCmUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-RXyDeNGDZg/s1600-h/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204190004057905474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_PFeCmUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-RXyDeNGDZg/s320/DSC01786.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group photo ( i went to the toilet so i wasn't in the photo, nicole left already also, sebas taking the photo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_PVeCmWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AtXKGNoD1l0/s1600-h/DSC01790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204190008352872802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_PVeCmWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AtXKGNoD1l0/s320/DSC01790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6114626766915806102?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6114626766915806102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6114626766915806102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6114626766915806102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6114626766915806102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunch-at-far-east-square.html' title='Lunch at Far East Square'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDj_nleCmXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GwoAWywA1hA/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8561108711742943020</id><published>2008-05-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:08:56.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started attachment at EY on 12th May 2008. I'm attached to the GST department which is a pretty small department. First week was suppose to be training week but because of the size, GST interns were assigned to a buddy who will give an one on one training. The other interns who were in the tax or audit department went for training in the training room at The Arcade before heading to the office on the third day. Apparently, only the GST interns have to do up a research paper based on our research topic( each has a different topic) and give a presentation to the GST department( consisting of only about 20 plus employees inclusive of managers) on 27th June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the first week was pretty slack. First 2 days, there wasn't anything much for us to do. Monica ( buddy for all GST interns) showed us the procedures for basic admin work such as photocopying and filling up of timesheet; orentiation of the office. Furthermore, we have a test on 6th June so we spent the first week reading the handbooks that the manager gave us to read. But it's still a tad too boring since the handbooks can be read finished within 2 days. We took our time and dragged the reading process. Sometimes, we'll be helping with the admin work such as filing, consolidation of tax return. The most satisfying one for me currently is the writing of the newsletter meant for clients to update them of the latest amendments of the tax regulations. Woot, it's sweet and nice. Haha. So the past fews days the interns were practically going around asking if there's anything for them to help out. Otherwise, we'll be rotting like siao in the office for 8 hours. Hopefully, for the coming week, we have more workload and can learn more from the staff. That's the whole point of internships ain't it? Learning on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17th May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wt's Ar Bo Betty( Aunt) house for mother's day celebration. It's suppose to be potluck but since i can't whip up anything within such short notice( i only knew about it one day before), i shall contribute my labour. Made vegetarian kebab ( Wt's mum is vegetarian). Ok i didn't do much la. I just cut the vegetable and poke them in the sticks, add seasoning and that's it. Ar Bo Janet brought curry puffs, made green tea cake which is a tad too dry but it's nice nevertheless. Popo, Mai di, Mai luck, uncle george and family came with some other home made food too. Nice nice. Uncle oli and family came after we have finished our dinner. The Prince of Pasir Ris( their son, Brandon) is really smart and cute. He's 22 months old and he started to speak and walk. He's able to string basic words together such as "Papa, where?" instead of "Papa le?" He's also able to mimic sounds of animals by asking him what does a dog sound like and so on so forth. Fast learner. So what's after dinner? Dessert of course! Durians! haha. Ar Bo Betty bought 3 kg of kampong durians( or so the seller claims). But it really taste very smooth and smells nice. Not the very stong type of smell. Good durians huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle oli and family. Brandon in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201746548893566066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBQ7RpqRHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/mcFVUTx_ACE/s320/PC290073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Three gadgets. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201746523123762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBQ5xpqRFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/eldZck9itP4/s320/P5170064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Around the table for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201746540303631458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBQ6xpqRGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rZe6JxMfMtc/s320/P5170065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5th May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nanny's Belated Birthday Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we don't know what to get for him, me and Zhu en decided to treat him for dinner. So off we went to Hotpot Culture at Marina Square. It's buffet style with a wide range of cooked food ( in the buffet) to order. Word of advice: Only order the chef's recommendation. The other cooked food weren't as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Personal pots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201744564618675170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBPHxpqQ-I/AAAAAAAAATY/XgjPi6eXavE/s320/P5050004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hotpot culture menu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201744568913642482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBPIBpqQ_I/AAAAAAAAATg/H_R8FfU0eVk/s320/P5050005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Symbol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201744573208609794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBPIRpqRAI/AAAAAAAAATo/Im9DKKinEmw/s320/P5050010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chocolate fondue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201744586093511698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBPJBpqRBI/AAAAAAAAATw/CMB6ljyHHkc/s320/P5050022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;En with marshmellow in between her teeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201744590388479010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBPJRpqRCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wRWjapNcqjw/s320/P5050007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nanny waiting for waitress to notice him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201746505943893042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBQ4xpqRDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Cp-WoU399yg/s320/P5050019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My skill in taking self shot is improving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201746514533827650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBQ5RpqREI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EaAxhNCAemQ/s320/P5050015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8561108711742943020?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8561108711742943020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8561108711742943020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8561108711742943020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8561108711742943020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/05/start-of-attachment.html' title='Start of attachment'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SDBQ7RpqRHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/mcFVUTx_ACE/s72-c/PC290073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7992354533591447325</id><published>2008-05-04T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:33:49.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok i have'nt been updating "lately" and i decided to revive it this instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over after 3 long weeks. Patricia organized a JB trip on 30th April and i did a very retarded thing. I went to Wt's place to camp since it's nearer to Kranji( the place where the class were supppose to meet) and only until the next morning did i realise i forgot to bring along my passport. ROAR! Anyway, professional attachment is starting soon, on the 12th May. That is NEXT MONDAY! I will be attaching to Ernst &amp;amp; Young for 8 weeks. I'll have to get more formal wear, especially shirt and blouse, they are very limited. I dun wanna wear the same five sets every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad leaving for Perth tmr for 3 months. I wanna go too but as i said, i have attachment. Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yishi's Birthday Party on 29th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Try frowning and smiling at the same time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196619498832573378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SB4Z5rzIs8I/AAAAAAAAASw/mmesE5djYIw/s320/Yishi+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The ones who attended the party plus Wui hui who left early &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196619511717475282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SB4Z6bzIs9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/uVsSov5D_wU/s320/Yishi+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle and nephew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196619516012442594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SB4Z6rzIs-I/AAAAAAAAATA/XeO1QLMXwxk/s320/Yishi+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Acting shocked but i ruined it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196619524602377202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SB4Z7LzIs_I/AAAAAAAAATI/_6fC_ULoAG0/s320/Yishi+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yishi's boyfriend, Alvin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196619528897344514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SB4Z7bzItAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LAwgQVmnuN4/s320/Yishi+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7992354533591447325?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7992354533591447325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7992354533591447325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7992354533591447325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7992354533591447325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2008/05/revive.html' title='Revive!!!!'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/SB4Z5rzIs8I/AAAAAAAAASw/mmesE5djYIw/s72-c/Yishi+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5714137093724928393</id><published>2007-12-05T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:49:56.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Exams Gatherings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Dec- Standard Chartered Marathon 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sun rise at the esplanade.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVXbKuQlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fGZwkIGglLQ/s1600-h/PC020053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140600991840617042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVXbKuQlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fGZwkIGglLQ/s320/PC020053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Lee's number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVX7KuQmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IjPxt5NR5pg/s1600-h/PC020058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140601000430551650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVX7KuQmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IjPxt5NR5pg/s320/PC020058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He ran pass the place where i was waiting( still have 500 m more to the finish line). I thought i missed You leong cos i expected him to finish faster than Wt. However, he came in later, much much later. Wt completed the full marathon in 6 hours 10 minutes. You leong completed in about 7 hours. He said that during the 17 km mark, his legs cramped so he walked about more than half the marathon. I saw Bryan Toh( yep JC one) running too. I think Bryan finished in about 6 hours 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVYbKuQnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ugq1SSV1E58/s1600-h/PC020054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140601009020486258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVYbKuQnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ugq1SSV1E58/s320/PC020054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And spiderman challenged the marathon too! He must be feeling superb hot in that costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVY7KuQoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9kXqBxZLFfk/s1600-h/PC020056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140601017610420866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVY7KuQoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9kXqBxZLFfk/s320/PC020056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finisher of 42.195 km. I'm proud of my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVZbKuQpI/AAAAAAAAARE/ylVbUh0XoEY/s1600-h/PC020063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140601026200355474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVZbKuQpI/AAAAAAAAARE/ylVbUh0XoEY/s320/PC020063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30th Nov- JB outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we set off to JB. Taken at Woodlands MRT. Note hands very empty.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNjbKuQWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q1v0lRnRiSY/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140592401906024802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNjbKuQWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q1v0lRnRiSY/s320/DSC01524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zong Fu's funny face captured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNkLKuQXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lCNCesMX3fE/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140592414790926706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNkLKuQXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lCNCesMX3fE/s320/DSC01525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies group photo at Kenny Roger, Tebrau City(Jusco)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNkrKuQYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OiXY4LvsDqA/s1600-h/PB300016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140592423380861314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNkrKuQYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OiXY4LvsDqA/s320/PB300016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing around with the props at the kids section&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNlLKuQZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5iRdXiumyc4/s1600-h/PB300017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140592431970795922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNlLKuQZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5iRdXiumyc4/s320/PB300017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After shopping, full of bags in our hands( only apply to the ladies). We just can't resist shopping.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNl7KuQaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qLJPJgZwskk/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140592444855697826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cNl7KuQaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qLJPJgZwskk/s320/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food at Taman Pasat. Yum Yum and it's really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cPzbKuQbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BPOFm2G_-v8/s1600-h/PB300022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140594875807187378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cPzbKuQbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BPOFm2G_-v8/s320/PB300022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sebas being a gentleman served food for the ladies and guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cPz7KuQcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kja12HAV5lg/s1600-h/PB300020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140594884397121986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cPz7KuQcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kja12HAV5lg/s320/PB300020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Classic move &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cP0bKuQdI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PLQNEj3eKFo/s1600-h/PB300029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140594892987056594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cP0bKuQdI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PLQNEj3eKFo/s320/PB300029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andy, stop drooling at Sebas "boobs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cP0rKuQeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kf1K2wt9Xhc/s1600-h/PB300033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140594897282023906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cP0rKuQeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kf1K2wt9Xhc/s320/PB300033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, tummy had became so obvious. Time to work out back in SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cP1LKuQfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aE7H7y9ufX8/s1600-h/PB300038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140594905871958514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cP1LKuQfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aE7H7y9ufX8/s320/PB300038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29th Nov- Sitex 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xueyi with her new camera. I bought the same model too but different colour. Mine is orange. Wangting actually bought the same model too but due to negligence by the packing staff, he received another model which cost higher with better functions. Lucky fellow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cSq7KuQgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hdx7tIfzlpg/s1600-h/PB290001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140598028313182722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cSq7KuQgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hdx7tIfzlpg/s320/PB290001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Testing out the new camera at Terminal 3. Lance spoils the whole photo. His funny face captured.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cSsLKuQhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_nOZl-oLH1c/s1600-h/PB290002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140598049788019218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cSsLKuQhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_nOZl-oLH1c/s320/PB290002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wt, Jimmy, Lance&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140598075557823042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cStrKuQkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_hLjkB3Hitw/s320/PB290009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Testing at terminal 3 toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cSsrKuQiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AqQ8TSTsuzA/s1600-h/PB290005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140598058377953826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cSsrKuQiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AqQ8TSTsuzA/s320/PB290005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peek a Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cSs7KuQjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s3yBEVaBXR4/s1600-h/PB290010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140598062672921138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cSs7KuQjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s3yBEVaBXR4/s320/PB290010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;28th Nov- Sun with Moon Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wheelock Sun with Moon to have lunch with Xy and Vivien. It happens that all three of us wore new clothes and all are bought at the same shop at Vivocity. They gave me part 1 of the presents, Drinking games and a home steamed chocolate cake by Xy. Yeah, don't be surprised, it's really steamed. But it tastes as if it's baked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Jimmy's place. He bought a PS3 and a HDTV so he's really excited about it. The guys too. Ladies( only me and Xy) went there to eat and watch them play. Currently, he has only one game that is FIFA so it's a bit boring to watch them play. I brought the wine Wt bought for me over and finished it. My whole body turned red. I thought i was drunk but nope it's the blood circulation. Healthy me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd Nov- East Coast park and settler's cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day when exams were over. On the way to east coast park with Uni class. Chin meng commented that the ladies have equal spacings between us. From left to right: Me, Shahila, Patricia, Sufang, Chun Yang, Ting An, last is Andy but he is out of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589721846432066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cLHbKuQUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RlY-NDaE_rM/s320/DSC03230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See the difference. They were so packed. LOL. From left to right: Cindy, Zong Fu, Chin Meng, Sebastian Soo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589730436366674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cLH7KuQVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1uTMybhfZNg/s320/DSC03231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ta Da! That's why we are at east coast park. The whole lot of us( only one is really really good at roller blading) went roller blading. Most are amateurs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589691781660946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cLFrKuQRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hyOs6GjhElc/s320/DSC03232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sean doing his "inclined pull up". &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cLGLKuQSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oOW1d8R3z2k/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589700371595554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cLGLKuQSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oOW1d8R3z2k/s320/DSC03236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Settler's cafe at Katong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cLG7KuQTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jQVXUiUNFJY/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589713256497458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cLG7KuQTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jQVXUiUNFJY/s320/DSC03250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5714137093724928393?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5714137093724928393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5714137093724928393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5714137093724928393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5714137093724928393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-exams-gatherings.html' title='After Exams Gatherings'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R1cVXbKuQlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fGZwkIGglLQ/s72-c/PC020053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6596763436137545533</id><published>2007-11-26T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:01:09.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise surprise</title><content type='html'>I received quite a pleasant surprise from Wt who flew back early to celebrate my birthday. He ordered a bouquet of flower and purposely wanted it to be delivered in the morning. So i was in a daze while auntie lynn told me there's flower delivery for me. Dressed in my famine camp t-shirt and fbt, face not washed, teeth not brushed, hair in a mess, couldn't open my eyes and i went to the door. Wt's friend must have been amused by my "just woke up" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R0rCnfbWEFI/AAAAAAAAANs/I_VwXHu63oU/s1600-h/PICT2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137132308676350034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R0rCnfbWEFI/AAAAAAAAANs/I_VwXHu63oU/s320/PICT2621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who's this fellow Wang Kit? LOL.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137132330151186546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R0rCovbWEHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/X6KJ42pu_is/s320/PICT2617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents prepared by him. Fruit wine, rocklea, a card and a storybook on Little Miss Late( obviously it's referring to me).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R0rCoPbWEGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HEAiz3yCUx8/s1600-h/PICT2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137132321561251938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R0rCoPbWEGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HEAiz3yCUx8/s320/PICT2622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He told me he will be back on the 25th. He left out some details though. So he actually flew back on friday to give me such a surprise. Indeed surprised i am. If any of u received the msg " super duper boyfriend who flew back early specially to celebrate my birthday", that's his idea. A sweet note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Minting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been away for 30 days, of which i've spent more time outfield than in camp. Every night out in the field, i look at the night sky unlike the one we see at home. Irregardless of how tired i may be, the sight of the blanket of stars never fail to remind me of you. Oh, how i wish you could be there to see it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyday out in the field, i look at the mountain ranges in the distance. They look beautiful in the Austrailian sun, even more so during the occasional rainbow. If only i could climb up to catch a glimpse of the view at the top. Oh, how i wish you could be there to see it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the camp, there was no proper bed, only a small makeshift camping bed. In the toilet, there was no proper shower, only a water bag to dispense water. There was intermittent hot water, sometimes we'd shower in cold water on a cold night. Oh, how i wish you could be there to experience it and suffer like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;While i was at the beach with my colleagues, i couldn't help but think of you again. Bright blue skies, crystal clear waters, fresh smelling breeze, fresh seafood, all the thing that you'd appreciate. Not forgetting exploring the beach barefoot, the way our inner child would have. Oh, how i wish you could be there to appreciate it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the flight back, the first in my life in business class. i watched movies in bed, caught some sleep, thought of you. It was the most comfortable flight in my life, even more comfortable than camp. Oh, how i wish you could be there to enjoy it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dragged myself home and started writing this for you at 4 in the morning. Hoping that you could see that throughout this busy busy trip, you were always on my mind. Now that i'm back, i'd like to wish you a very happy birthday. I hope i've made this birthday a happy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wang Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6596763436137545533?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6596763436137545533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6596763436137545533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6596763436137545533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6596763436137545533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/11/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise surprise'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/R0rCnfbWEFI/AAAAAAAAANs/I_VwXHu63oU/s72-c/PICT2621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8038475605906520220</id><published>2007-11-17T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:08:07.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid?</title><content type='html'>Yesh finished AC213 and CBC811 paper, though i screwed both papers. One more week before everything ends. Woo Hoo. I was watching Heroes the past few days together with my brother. Season 2 gets a bit boring though. The story was going a bit slow as compared to season one. Nonetheless, it's still nice. Season 1(23 episodes): Save the cheerleader, Save the world.  I like the way the whole mystery unveil and the twist planted in the story. It gets one hooked to the serial. Main characters include Claire Bennet( healing girl), Peter(Spongeman, very powerful) and Nathan Petrelli( flying man), Nicole Sanders( split personality), Hiro Nakamura( bend time/space continum), Micah(able to communicate with machine), D.L (able to pass through anything), Issac Mendez( paint the future), Matt Parkman( mindreader), Dr Mohinder Suresh( geneticist), Gabriel Gray aka Sylar( killer who grabs victim's power by i dunno how). In season 1, when Hiro went to the future, 5 years later, Peter Petrelli looks like he's acting in Matrix instead of Heroes. He's suppose to have absorbed Claire's regenerating ability yet there's still a scar on his face. Weird. In season 2( only 12 episodes) there's new characters, Maya and Alejandro, Adam Monroe( same healing abilities as Claire). Shan't spoil the whole fun of watching by revealing the story of season 1 and 2. Watch it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting really paranoid. She's suspecting bro is having an affair. She claimed that he used to inform her when he will be doing duty and thus won't be coming home. For 1,2 years, he stopped doing so. He usually locked himself in the room for hours and ever since i moved in, he started to come out more often and started to communicate more with the children. She's finding this behaviour weird. Whenever she called bro at night during his duty, he sounded as though he's with another woman and the background was very quiet. I don't see a point in getting worried at all cause i know my bro isn't that sort of person. He locked himself for a reason, he's playing games and doesn't wanna be disturbed by the children.( that's what i do too) It's quite normal for the background to be quiet during duty. She wanted me to try to ask him if there's another woman out there. She trust her instinct more than her own husband. I know even if he really really did, he would not tell me. It's in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage seems so vulnerable. Where's the faith and trust? Maintaining a marriage is a profound art. Communication, respect, faith, forgiveness, compromise, sacrifice, responsibility and much more which i dunno what ( currently these are what i learnt from real life example)that has to be thrown in. Sounds scary huh. Think the new generation divorce rate getting higher is because they place passion, sparks as priority. Click, marry, after marriage, sparks gone, divorce. Children( if any) in the family are still the ones to suffer. Innocent young beings thrown into the harsh reality. People, think twice, thrice before plunging into marriage. It's a life long commitment. Forgive me for sounding serious, this is just my reflection of what i've seen and heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to mugging. Left 2 more papers. Then he will be back! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8038475605906520220?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8038475605906520220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8038475605906520220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8038475605906520220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8038475605906520220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/11/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid?'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7288165787639381273</id><published>2007-11-03T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:34:12.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Star Cheerleading Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, choir concert over. Next Wed have to prepare for individual evaluation for choir. 214 presentations over, left presentation for AC213, AA201 and report for AC213. No time to revise any of my modules. 15 Nov, first exam papers. Roar! Why no study break!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunflower given by Xy, Jx, Lance, TYL and Jimmy after the choir concert. Thanks peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128855779242641298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Ry1bKEn3h5I/AAAAAAAAANk/MILIp58-c3Y/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There will be a cosplay event on 15 Dec. Animeworks is forming Lucky Star cheerleading team and i'll be cosplaying as Misao, brown short hair, energetic just like me. Wahahah. Come visit me then. After 30 Nov, will be preparing the dance steps. Beside cosplaying, there will be a booth under NTU VAS to publicise INK 2008. I'm thinking of selling some anime/manga related merchandise. But no resources leh. Target the designer portfolio. hehe. Plus i'll be working during the hols. Busy holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Nov AC213, CBC811 exams&lt;br /&gt;22 Nov AA201&lt;br /&gt;23 Nov AA202&lt;br /&gt;24 -29 Nov Planning for K Box; Outing for 05/04; tea/lunch with Wt's mum&lt;br /&gt;30 Nov JB trip with Uni friends&lt;br /&gt;1 Dec Start of sponsorship campaign for INK 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;15 Dec Cosplay Event, publicity of INK 2008&lt;br /&gt;26-28 Dec Chalet (not confirmed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Bleah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7288165787639381273?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7288165787639381273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7288165787639381273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7288165787639381273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7288165787639381273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/11/lucky-star-cheerleading-team.html' title='Lucky Star Cheerleading Team'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Ry1bKEn3h5I/AAAAAAAAANk/MILIp58-c3Y/s72-c/Image063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6394574584419715977</id><published>2007-10-28T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:45:35.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Kaleidoscope event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my favourite graffiti of the day. Can u believe it, it's coloured using colour pencil. Nice!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDx0n3hzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7W5X2cIRr_s/s1600-h/PICT2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126437536561334066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDx0n3hzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7W5X2cIRr_s/s320/PICT2612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More graffiti ( more like works from the professionals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDyUn3h0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/nuO5IAvekQg/s1600-h/PICT2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126437545151268674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDyUn3h0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/nuO5IAvekQg/s320/PICT2614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Artworks from Studios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDzUn3h1I/AAAAAAAAANE/IEs5SK4mkyw/s1600-h/PICT2594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126437562331137874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDzUn3h1I/AAAAAAAAANE/IEs5SK4mkyw/s320/PICT2594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SP merchandise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDzkn3h2I/AAAAAAAAANM/KF5-cbf9F0U/s1600-h/PICT2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126437566626105186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDzkn3h2I/AAAAAAAAANM/KF5-cbf9F0U/s320/PICT2586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My small little drawing ( the one with the peace hand gesture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTD0Un3h3I/AAAAAAAAANU/eQ0aoHWTPKo/s1600-h/PICT2577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126437579511007090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTD0Un3h3I/AAAAAAAAANU/eQ0aoHWTPKo/s320/PICT2577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't stand it, i wanna draw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126434993940694818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTBd0n3hyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_3DB0di-mQY/s320/PICT2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;NTU VAS booth&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126434981055792914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTBdEn3hxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vXlAAjax0Cc/s320/PICT2607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;NTU VAS artworks being displayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTBckn3hwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7cihkKYfHxA/s1600-h/PICT2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126434972465858306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTBckn3hwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7cihkKYfHxA/s320/PICT2552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27 Oct&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was the first day of Kaleidoscope. I left Jun Yang in charge for this day and i'll be in charge the next day. Heard from him that nothing major happened during the first day. That's good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jimmy invited Jon, You leong, Lance, Jx, Xy, Wee and me to his house for his 21st birthday dinner. Alvin Junior didn't go though. He invited his poly friends as well. What surprised all of us is that, all his poly friends that turned up are females. N YL counted, there are 8 of them. WOW! Power sia... =p Jimmy received all sorts of presents: jacket, slippers, books, tie, calf links, spidey dolls, spidey monopoly, spidey toys ( all spidey stuffs are presents by Wee), watch( by us). Lance was like a 3 year old kid playing around with Jimmy's web slinger toy. Tsk tsk.  Dinner was yummy, especially the potato balls: soft like mashed potato on the inside with prawns and crispy crust on the outside. 2 Thumbs up!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guess watch that we bought for Jimmy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126434955285989106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTBbkn3hvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FZx3-g2pVfM/s320/PICT2548.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scrapbook ( not exactly a book, it's only a piece of paper) I made for him, Wt played a part in taping and sorting out the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126434938106119906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTBakn3huI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vuu6qpi5XSo/s320/PICT2545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6394574584419715977?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6394574584419715977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6394574584419715977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6394574584419715977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6394574584419715977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-kaleidoscope-event.html' title='End of Kaleidoscope event'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyTDx0n3hzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7W5X2cIRr_s/s72-c/PICT2612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8520171460261978095</id><published>2007-10-26T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:40:40.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Kaleidoscope Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyIxY0n3htI/AAAAAAAAAME/kmpSROtfkvA/s1600-h/PICT2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125713628413527762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyIxY0n3htI/AAAAAAAAAME/kmpSROtfkvA/s320/PICT2544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, i've received my namecards under VAS. Went over to Suntec city and realised the artworks that is under NTU is damn few. Only 7 artworks! While NUS has 10 artworks. And E.C still has the cheek to tell me that he forgot to print one more for NTU. NTU is supposed to have one more. So ended up our panels look so empty. I'm bringing the other hardcopy artworks over for the next 2 days for display at our booth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow i feel that NUS anime club is trying to boast about its manpower. Cause only me and Junyang went over to help out while NUS anime club deploy like 10 members. The NUS anime club person-in-charge said to us," Only the 2 of you here ar? We have so many people here." Fuck off la. Come on lor where's NUS? Clementi le, even those living in halls shouldn't mind helping out in town. Where's NTU? Boon lay le, and the timing is late at night after 8 pm. By the time the members get back to hall ( most stay in hall), it's gonna be 12 midnight. Use some brain man. Anyway, it's just putting up artworks, do we even need to ask 10 plus people to go? Setting up the booth, putting up banners and displays will be done the next day 9.30am. This timing is fairer to my members. And to think that he has lots of fan because he's a popular blogger. Yew! What poor taste people have these days. So people this is the real world. University level it's already like this, imagine the corporate world. Backstabbers and comparisons with one another, bootlicking as well. Learn to be tough! Show them no mercy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wt called while i'm at the event area. I couldn't complain much to him since E.C, NUS anime club person-in-charge were there. Lucky he called, made me not so pissed off. He's going outfield for the next 4-5 days. So wouldn't be able to contact me during those days. GeeZ. All because of my slippery hands, my Tommy Hilfiger perfume slipped out of my hands and 'piang'. That's it. My perfume!!!!!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8520171460261978095?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8520171460261978095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8520171460261978095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8520171460261978095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8520171460261978095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/10/start-of-kaleidoscope-event.html' title='Start of Kaleidoscope Event'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyIxY0n3htI/AAAAAAAAAME/kmpSROtfkvA/s72-c/PICT2544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5997174236305982984</id><published>2007-10-25T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T03:56:07.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random updates</title><content type='html'>Pissed off with E**** from Doujin Studio. He went to NTU anime teaparty to pester Guan Si for more ushers. Went to Denise to say that submission of artworks by NTU is lousy as compared to NUS. WTF! In the first place, he said that 3 ushers should be enough, even 2 will be enough. N yet went on to pester Guan Si. Comics Ensemble is the main helper, he shouldn't have approach Animeworks. Then NTU students don't specialise in Digital design. We draw manga on traditional medium: black and white sketches which is more challenging than coloured pieces. NUS organised Graphite: Manga competition in coloured form, digital format, that's their niche market. Our niche market is black and white drawings. So E**** fuck off for judging that works from NTU is lousy. It's because of people like you that makes manga drawing in Singapore so limited. Coloured pieces ( digital imaging) may be popular right now but eventually what survives is still the black and white. Don't you read comics in black and white? It's because right now i need sponsorship for INK 2008, that i bear with this asshole. After i've gotten my sponsorship, that's it, i'm not gonna work together with him again. Kaleidoscope event is coming up and since he stepped into my bomb area, i'm not gonna be so kind to provide him with all the help. Irritating piece of shit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Roar! My final presentation for 214 is on thursday and hell i'm the last presenter. I hate being the last presenter. You will be stressed all the way until finally you get to present. Anyway, the topic itself was a difficult one: to convince company( industry chosen by us) to play a part in Green Movement, that is to be environment friendly. Seriously speaking company's bottomline is profit. It's really super hard to relate being environment friendly to being able to reap any benefits to the company. To be environment friendly, one will have to sacrifice profit maximization. This is challenging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corporate look; i'll have to be like this for work in future. Enjoy t-shirts while you can.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125582808004658866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyG6aEn3hrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P6qq8djcPIs/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;22 Oct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wangting flew to Australia. Went to send him off, finally saw Sherman but his hair is GONE. Coincidentally, Sherman is in the same unit as Wangting. That explains why he's also at the airport. He looked damn sian. Haha probably because he can't bear to leave his gf for a month. What really surprise me is that i thought i wun feel anything when Wt leave for Australia, but i'm wrong, i'm starting to miss him. Then the next day he called, it brightens my day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19 Oct&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali Thai dinner at West mall with Lance, Jiaxuan, Xy, Jimmy and Wt and a surprise guest Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Xy at West mall Starbucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125517472962152082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyF-_En3hpI/AAAAAAAAALk/CcXcdWuwtWo/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;PSP girl: this name was given by Jimmy &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyG6XEn3hqI/AAAAAAAAALs/2B_YIzETRqs/s1600-h/Psp+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125582756465051298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyG6XEn3hqI/AAAAAAAAALs/2B_YIzETRqs/s320/Psp+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PSP craze; playing naruto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125517468667184770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyF--0n3hoI/AAAAAAAAALc/kk8qzgoqv1I/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is recommended that during gatherings, don't bring PSP. Otherwise, you will end up like this. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125587498108946114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyG-rEn3hsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/oyM16jeqT94/s320/Image046+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Oct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hospitalised in NUH due to kidney infection. Horrible... High fever and chills and pain in the kidney. Had to take urine test, blood test, X-ray, ultra-sound scan to make sure my kidney is alright. Took me 4 days to be discharged. Fortunately, during the 4 days, my friends and family came to see me so it didn't make the day seemed so long. Thanks people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee using my laptop to search for words to complete crossword puzzle in NW magazine. Have to thank him for helping me in my work. I was rushing through my IT project and he offered to help me. Wahaha. So practically i did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125517460077250146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyF--Un3hmI/AAAAAAAAALM/AbY7WdPA7vM/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125517451487315538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyF-90n3hlI/AAAAAAAAALE/9_CZGT7Nc-E/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5997174236305982984?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5997174236305982984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5997174236305982984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5997174236305982984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5997174236305982984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-updates.html' title='Random updates'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RyG6aEn3hrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P6qq8djcPIs/s72-c/Image052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-745208422065018370</id><published>2007-10-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:38:38.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tioman trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;28th Sept -30th Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His retarded look &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118645999845466370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkVasfDYQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/M3lPCyX_51Y/s320/IMG_1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kampung chalet&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118640682675953890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkQlMfDYOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VVBoX0QfkRQ/s320/IMG_1860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Spacious room huh&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118640686970921202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkQlcfDYPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mzm_Ksfo_mw/s320/IMG_1864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;tioman jetty, nice right...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118640678380986578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkQk8fDYNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fjF6_zphHgY/s320/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Orange man; orange bag+ orange life jacket +orange watch&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118638694106095698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkOxcfDYFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XnxKDpqf_Cc/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my man&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118639587459293282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkPlcfDYGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tjS6bwsu8nI/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;all smiles&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118639591754260594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkPlsfDYHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/T3c2lRDJUQ0/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;lovely waters but i prefer redang beach. The waters are freaking clear and blue. Corals at redang are more beautiful as well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118640678380986562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkQk8fDYMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s2-I_eBbF7I/s320/IMG_1813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;time for snorkelling&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118639596049227906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkPl8fDYII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WPHQ39ZVkMs/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There's this friendly uncle who volunteered to help us take photos. There are a series of photos uncle took. It feels like having a wedding shoot by the way he asked us to pose and everything. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118639600344195218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkPmMfDYJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CrJwS8piEfw/s320/IMG_1818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I fell in love with this place.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118639604639162530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkPmcfDYKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XLdsFPz3DsU/s320/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i love his look.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118640674086019250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkQksfDYLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sufrVisLQmo/s320/IMG_1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27th Sept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NTU VAS main com chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118638681221193746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkOwsfDYBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Mt1HGt4hrSM/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only 2 guys there; my sub com members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118648752919503122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkX68fDYRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/C7NkIBKRUw0/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm like the only new main com member there.  A bit pathetic ar. Intended to have BBQ but it rained and we had to ordered pizza for dinner. The smell of otah came from next door. Salivas drooping sia. Should have crash next door chalet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-745208422065018370?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/745208422065018370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=745208422065018370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/745208422065018370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/745208422065018370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/10/tioman-trip.html' title='Tioman trip'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RwkVasfDYQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/M3lPCyX_51Y/s72-c/IMG_1790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-9175683226614140461</id><published>2007-09-23T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:50:40.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judy's(my cousin)  Wedding 23/9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I now pronounce you husband and wife.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113601732248725106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RvcprrWB5nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_ZLD-yUG4V8/s320/IMG_0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happily married couple. Bernard and Judy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113599709319128594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcn17WB5hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8BtSAQKdUNo/s320/couples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really like the decorations. Anyway, i plucked a few out. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113603042213750466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcq37WB5sI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ef2tuF87rF4/s320/IMG_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Every seat has a different picture. Cool hor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113608561246725874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcv5LWB5vI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UBBSXROLmqI/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My grandma.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RvcqYbWB5qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hNzgNaKXlq0/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113602501047871138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RvcqYbWB5qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hNzgNaKXlq0/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another camera man over the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RvcprbWB5mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/A9IjGGICyPU/s1600-h/IMG_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113601727953757794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RvcprbWB5mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/A9IjGGICyPU/s320/IMG_0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fang's self take shot. She's damn good at it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113608565541693186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcv5bWB5wI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7MxjtdW7zRk/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peek a boo! Undies seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RvcpsLWB5pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wk0pfzCllaw/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113601740838659730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RvcpsLWB5pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wk0pfzCllaw/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcn1rWB5gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ROfZnCJE4es/s1600-h/ah+yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113599705024161282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcn1rWB5gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ROfZnCJE4es/s320/ah+yi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins: Jing, Zhen, me, Fang, Hui. As for the guys ma, they are camera shy. Have to take photos of them secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcn2rWB5jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ntRbM3yt31o/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113599722204030514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcn2rWB5jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ntRbM3yt31o/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall. SmileX!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113608552656791266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcv4rWB5uI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ICrwVLkDl-o/s320/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Will u marry me? Me and Fang, She's one of the aunties.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113601736543692418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcpr7WB5oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iuetCgujcxc/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hong Zong with his powerful camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcn27WB5kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8A2YcSqXhzE/s1600-h/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113599726498997826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcn27WB5kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8A2YcSqXhzE/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fang with my lousy camera. You should know what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113601719363823186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcpq7WB5lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SNLyTAbQrJo/s320/IMG_0606.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The harp! Pose pose!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113599717909063202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcn2bWB5iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UDkGlHSSEbI/s320/harp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Candle stand is also nice.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113603046508717778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcq4LWB5tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xC_1LhiaB6s/s320/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The 2 big flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113603037918783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rvcq3rWB5rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CXFpJwU5lK0/s320/IMG_1772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-9175683226614140461?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/9175683226614140461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=9175683226614140461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/9175683226614140461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/9175683226614140461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/09/judysmy-cousin-wedding-239.html' title='Judy&apos;s(my cousin)  Wedding 23/9'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RvcprrWB5nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_ZLD-yUG4V8/s72-c/IMG_0536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-2108651872886413500</id><published>2007-09-19T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:33:18.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECESS WEEK</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo, finished presentation for AA202. I guess for all my presentations so far, i prepared the most for this one so when it's my turn to present, i tend to elaborate more which somehow impressed Khai Chee, my team mate. I'm just crapping so please don't choose me as representative for the upcoming Board meeting. I will freak out and pull the marks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forensic science quiz was difficult. Shouldn't have studied for this since everyone was like flipping through notes for answers. But still some of the questions, answers couldn't be found in the notes. Note it's not an open book exam, nanyang audi is too big so not many ppl were making sure we don't cheat. So everyone ended up discussing with one another. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to arrange a meeting with Chub to discuss about the INK competition, workshop, Gallery at Suntec. Hopefully, will be able to meet this sunday. Heard that he is super busy. But it's weird that the management of Manga Oasis Cafe did not invite TKG to participate in the Kaleidoscope!. Personally, i don't really like him. He just doesn't get the situation right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the recess week! Even though it's a week to finish up projects and proposals. REST, RELAX, SMILEX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-2108651872886413500?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/2108651872886413500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=2108651872886413500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2108651872886413500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2108651872886413500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/09/recess-week.html' title='RECESS WEEK'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7499704703898887984</id><published>2007-09-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T06:28:11.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand...</title><content type='html'>I hope i can move out ASAP. I don't understand what she's thinking. Claiming to be family... Yeah we are a FAMILY, and what did she do to US; Dad forked out most of the money for the house, sometimes even tried to save for the FAMILY(not only me alone but the whole FAMILY). Taking consideration that brother has other debts to settle. We are not dumb, we know that both of them are financially tied down, we won't do anything to add on to their burden. Dad staying together with brother and her and they didn't take rents from us isn't that suppose to be out of filial piety? What does she mean when she said "we are a family"? Do family care so much about property rights? Has such a clear division of what's yours and what's mine(exclude personal stuff)?"This is my house and i don't want it to be dirty and disgusting so i want u all to help out with the houseworks whenever u can since i don't take rents from u guys but i was disgusted by the toilet walls. YOUR dad cooked when i told him not to, that i can close one eye. You are going to turn 21 and becoming an adult so i want you to take my words seriously." Come on, i know what i'm doing. I'm not a kid anymore. i knew that long ago without her telling me. N notice the usage of words, she doesn't acknowledge my dad as her dad. The whole of 2 weeks i'm very clear what my dad did for the house, he MOPPED the floors, bro WASHED the balcony, i SCRUBBED the toilet sink and toilet bowl and the floor. i only missed out the walls cos i think it's clean. She wants the whole house to be so smack clean, no wonder my niece and nephews kept getting sick: No immunity to germs. There's washing machine at home yet we can't use it for washing clothes. How ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is getting close to 60 years old and he practically has no rights to order the maid cos the maid is there to look after the kids not to serve us. Hey, i cleaned my own room, my dad tried to help out whenever he can. He merely asked the maid to cook for him first then the kids or possible at the same time, is that so wrong? She doesn't allow my dad to go near her children or her children coming near my dad. So much so as a family huh... In fact, she's not giving my dad any rights to do anything. I don't have the freedom that i have always enjoyed previously at my sis place and my bukit batok home. Everything has to be done HER WAY. She's always right, we are always wrong. What the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the first place i chose to stay with my sis, the reason is obvious based on previous experience when my mum was still around. I really miss my home(even though it's now gone). Dad and Sis had fell out with her. I'm the only one left trying not to speak since i have no financial ability yet and marriage experience or whatever. She may just shoot me back for that. N if that day ever comes, the whole house will be filled with "strangers". Now what i can do is vent out on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persevere, tolerate till i graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7499704703898887984?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7499704703898887984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7499704703898887984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7499704703898887984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7499704703898887984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand...'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-3980082175295642098</id><published>2007-09-14T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:29:59.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting on my nerves</title><content type='html'>She's back. Argh... The moment she's back, there's no peace at home. Phone started to ring like every few hours. Kids are crying, shouting, fighting. I've had my peace for 2 whole week and seriously i love it. Rooms have to be locked to prevent the kids from getting in. The tension between her and my dad is back. "Ordering" me to keep my shoes when i don't wear them often. But the problem is i'm putting them out to air since most of them are pumps. Can u imagine how smelly it will be trapped in boxes all the while. She's getting on my nerves. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess week is coming. My schedule goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat         22/9             Finish up tutorials if possible ( i'll be distracted)&lt;br /&gt;Sun        23/9             Continue on my work, meeting with Junyang?&lt;br /&gt;Mon       24/9             Tentatively meeting up with GSS group&lt;br /&gt;Tue        25/9             Choir and lunch&lt;br /&gt;Wed       26/9             AB213, AA201 project meeting?&lt;br /&gt;Thurs    27/9             VAS main com chalet&lt;br /&gt;Fri-Sun 28/9-30/9  Tioman trip with dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, one week of "holiday" is just too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for Minor in entrepreneurship and i'm shortlisted. There's an interview next thursday and damn i have to wear formal. I just hope i wun screw up my interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-3980082175295642098?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/3980082175295642098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=3980082175295642098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3980082175295642098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3980082175295642098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-on-my-nerves.html' title='Getting on my nerves'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-1577114435730528775</id><published>2007-09-08T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:51:14.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just the beginning...</title><content type='html'>Finally the group presentation for AB214 is over. ICA is over too but i screwed both of them. I was too nervous for the presentation. Shouldn't have gone prepared, my mind went blank and can't remember what i actually rehearsed for like 3 times. Still prefer impromtu speeches and presentations. ICA was do-able but typical me didn't really prepare much cos of the mentalilty that it's an open book assignment but it's 20% of our coursework. Don't feel like taking back the papers. Bleah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As chairperson of comics ensemble, i'm supposed to organize 2 minor events and 1 major events. Major event is set, definitely INK competition (Manga drawing competition for JC and centralised institutions). The other 2 minor events might be Manga workshop(most likely working with TKG comics), Manga exhibition(working with Manga oasis cafe, Suntec). I was thinking of setting up Portrait drawing booth during Valentines day or Art Fiesta whereby my friend will draw a comic version of the customers. Not really sure whether this will be approved by SAO but nonetheless should try it out. If my dear friends have any other ideas, feel free to tell me. hehe. Will be preparing proposals soon, on a very tight schedule. Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the GSS group for dinner on friday. Only Mandy, Ronnie, Yirui and Huimin turned up. Vily twisted her leg;Jieying went for recruitment talks;Venny had something cropped up last minute; Guanhua met up with his friends. Recess week coming, we might be meeting up during that week too. Tentatively, we will try to meet up once every month. Missing those days back in China, it's been 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108045682174349090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RuNse_54TyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R5WV-gfijQQ/s320/n824177467_226208_4950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4,3,2,1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108045682174349106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RuNse_54TzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yUQpSjvi9zw/s320/n824177467_226209_5296.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The usual&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108045682174349122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RuNse_54T0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SdowGz--ulk/s320/n824177467_226210_5596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-1577114435730528775?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/1577114435730528775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=1577114435730528775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1577114435730528775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1577114435730528775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-just-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s just the beginning...'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RuNse_54TyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R5WV-gfijQQ/s72-c/n824177467_226208_4950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6377555803384019180</id><published>2007-08-26T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:38:12.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xy's birthday</title><content type='html'>It's her birthday today. I only had 2 hours of sleep due to last minute work. Nonetheless, i'm very proud of my art piece. TaDa! The vintage purse scrapbook that i made for Xy. Towards the end, my inspiration dried up and had to crack my brain for designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHdrP54TwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NHIkXka3As8/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103103587860893442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHdrP54TwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NHIkXka3As8/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHdrf54TxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2zP3FaXuleI/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103103592155860754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHdrf54TxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2zP3FaXuleI/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent to Sun with Moon for our lunch with TYL, lance, Jx, Wee, birthday girl at @Central. It sells japanese food and it's a must try. Be prepared to pay a little more. Hee. TYL went home to rest. Dun think he can tahan much longer after the Army half marathon. Wt even worse; he didn't sleep for almost 2 days. Initially wanted him to come down and join us for movie but given his situation, let him sleep la hor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched Hairspray at PS. The songs are really nice. It's worth the money watching. Next movie to catch, Ratatouille. Maybe watch with Wt tml after lesssons since it's his off day. I have to pass him his presents that Jx, lance and TYL bought for him as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised i'm way way behind my own schedule. I'm supposed to finish up my readings, type out summaries( so that when it's near exams, it's for easy reference), finish up assignments and research on elearning. Yet, i did none of them during the weekends. Both days dedicated to my friends. Haha. I need to CONCENTRATE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25th august&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leon organized 05/04 class outing to settlers and i only managed to reserve seats for eleven people from 12 noon to 3 pm. In the end, the organizer was late, he came in at about 1:30pm together with Shu juan. Bryan and Jeanette came at 2 plus. Dawn didn't even turn up at settlers. Only Andy, Kelvin, Zhuen turn up at 12 pm. A bit pathetic ar, booked seats for 11 ppl and only 4 came. Raymond came late too at about 12:30pm. Started playing Bambelo( i don't quite remember the name of the game) then to this Gemblo while having our lunch. After settlers, we went to TCC at PS for tea break. Finally, Dawn came. Ok everyone didn't change much. Still the usual style back in JC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc7v54TqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lsNkTfG9W3g/s1600-h/IMG_5172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103102771817107106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc7v54TqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lsNkTfG9W3g/s320/IMG_5172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reunite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc7_54TrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pasZ3f496XI/s1600-h/IMG_5174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103102776112074418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc7_54TrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pasZ3f496XI/s320/IMG_5174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken before En, Nanny, Kelvin and Bryan go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc8P54TsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D1sYgyCWQAk/s1600-h/IMG_5176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103102780407041730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc8P54TsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D1sYgyCWQAk/s320/IMG_5176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shot, different poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc8f54TtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/R4YYtgR79-c/s1600-h/IMG_5177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103102784702009042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc8f54TtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/R4YYtgR79-c/s320/IMG_5177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shopping at made with love, scrapbook making shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103103583565926130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHdq_54TvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RZ0VeuK9yws/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHc8v54TuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/r-aaqVLrGTM/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6377555803384019180?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6377555803384019180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6377555803384019180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6377555803384019180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6377555803384019180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/xys-birthday.html' title='Xy&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RtHdrP54TwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NHIkXka3As8/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5473860989509754076</id><published>2007-08-24T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:53:50.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_6/xazc52_14945287c9ec6449ubkl52" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5473860989509754076?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5473860989509754076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5473860989509754076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5473860989509754076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5473860989509754076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8768116813873262127</id><published>2007-08-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:33:41.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, he called to tell me he confirm has no dinner at home. I'm having my Annual General Meeting for Visual Arts Society running for comics chairperson. It's gonna start at 7 pm. It's the eve of his birthday and i dun wan him to eat alone. So i suggested "da pao" food for him right after my AGM ended. AGM started late at 730 pm and i was praying hard that every other candidates please please give a minute speech so it will be my turn soon. I heard that the whole thing will end pretty late so i decided to leave right after i deliver my impromtu speech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 8 pm when i finally get to deliver my speech. Rushed back home to get Wt's present and took a cab down to causeway point. I bought ice cream cake from Swensens for him and BK as dinner for both of us. My stomach was growling too. We didn't wait till midnight to sing him his birthday song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing candles time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101930292989939314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rs2ykf54TnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/It4jbvE8eRg/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I bought him hugo boss perfume and an adidas watch. I was choosing between the one in black with gold frame or the one in orange. So i gave him the black one first. Apparently, he doesn't like the gold bling bling feel. I changed it for him today to the orange one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, i like the black one, more cool. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101930310169808514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rs2ylf54ToI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O0JLVt0nAIc/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;same model, different colours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101930323054710418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rs2ymP54TpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AG524iYxPhw/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, i've got good news. I've won the election to become the chairperson of Comics ensemble. Woo Hoo. A pity Fuxiang couldn't make it to the vice-chairperson of Anime ensemble. He lost by 2 votes. He said he may be my sub com. There's gonna be a main committee meeting next wed. Gonna work soon. I'll be super busy this semester i guess, dealing with projects and CCAs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8768116813873262127?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8768116813873262127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8768116813873262127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8768116813873262127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8768116813873262127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/dears-birthday.html' title='Dear&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rs2ykf54TnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/It4jbvE8eRg/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5556634237839418539</id><published>2007-08-20T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:46:09.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscommunication</title><content type='html'>I'm really happy that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wt&lt;/span&gt; bothered to ask me what i wanna do on Sunday since his weekends are already burnt out by his NS duty. So i suggested watching Paprika, a movie that he wanna watch for quite some time. Somehow, there's a miscommunication. He thought i said meet at 4 pm at cathay but i remembered telling him 4pm at cine over the phone. He's not paying attention to what i say. Pissed off! Turns out that he arrived at cathay at about 420 pm when the movie was at 425 pm at CINE. Both of us were like retards. He threw away the popcorn he bought and went over to city hall where both of us agreed to meet. He's sian and doesn't know why. Just feeling sian. After buying what i needed at marina square, we ate at Asian Kitchen. The food served were so so. Prices are affordable. He's thinking of buying the GE limited edition box set so we tried finding a gaming shop in Msquare but to no avail. (checked the directory)In the end, we went over to Ang mo kio hub since he heard there's abundance of the set there. It's been a year or so since i last stepped into AMK. It totally transformed. I felt like a mountain tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to the article i read in today's new paper about complaining habit in Singapore, i totally agree with the writer. Singaporeans should take an airplane to nearby places and see how lucky we are with good environment, good infrastruture, proper healthcare services. N STOP COMPLAINING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5556634237839418539?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5556634237839418539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5556634237839418539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5556634237839418539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5556634237839418539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/miscommunication.html' title='Miscommunication'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8750944778983168563</id><published>2007-08-18T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:15:06.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>18th august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Cai xuan and Zhu en for dinner. Woot! Finally get to meet with cai xuan. She's busy with her work and school and seldom have the time for herself. I heard from En that she may need to look for another flat to move to since her current lodging is under renovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mushroom head gift , Cx and En&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPov54TjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eeKWzTo_CsU/s1600-h/PICT2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100273401981324850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPov54TjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eeKWzTo_CsU/s320/PICT2510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner at Crystal Jade at Taka, we went to Kbox at Cineleisure. I'm hoping that they don't go home early cos i wanna give en a birthday surprise. Lucky there's kbox. haha. I bought a chocolate cake without Cx knowing too and requested the staff to bring it in at twelve midnight sharp. In the end, they served it slightly earlier than midnight. Anyway, it's ok. The effect is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En's cake and present from me. hee... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPpP54TkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/U1XFvNxoPPI/s1600-h/PICT2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100273410571259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPpP54TkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/U1XFvNxoPPI/s320/PICT2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got her a T shirt . Nice?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPp_54TlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GVJGn98OEnM/s1600-h/PICT2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100273423456161362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPp_54TlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GVJGn98OEnM/s320/PICT2515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cx kissing En. Wooooo...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPqf54TmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oVdar-E_4xc/s1600-h/PICT2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100273432046095970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPqf54TmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oVdar-E_4xc/s320/PICT2516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17th august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's fireworks at the marina floating platform. Wt took only 3 tickets, one for me, one for his mum and the other of course is for himself. It's a Wow wow wow. It was super crowded. We were like squashed sardine trying to squeeze out to the entrance. The fireworks were amazing. I've never in my life seen fireworks that closely and clearly before. (Everytime squeeze with the crowd without tickets near esplanade and i'm short so my view was often blocked by the people.) I forgot to clear space in my memory card for my camera. So i could only record 5 minutes long video of the fireworks. Argh... finale didn't manage to record it down. A pity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wt and his mum&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100272066246495730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfOa_54TfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-bJqqayNsJM/s320/PICT2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100272070541463042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfObP54TgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LfugkkIg6lE/s320/PICT2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100272079131397650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfObv54ThI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3NO6YKDYYiM/s320/PICT2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100272092016299554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfOcf54TiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YLZqyaiX3dc/s320/PICT2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8750944778983168563?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8750944778983168563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8750944778983168563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8750944778983168563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8750944778983168563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsfPov54TjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eeKWzTo_CsU/s72-c/PICT2510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6177927090214576357</id><published>2007-08-18T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:39:22.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tao's restaurant</title><content type='html'>10th august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late for dinner. Expected of me. I thought teh you leong and jimmy loo were gonna join us for dinner and yet both didn't turn up. My bag was filled with their presents lor. Ewww... I'll have to pass to them another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appetizer, pumpkin soup, creme brulee, mushroom were good. I chose the wrong main course, lamp chop with mint sauce. It's not what i like. Staff are friendly and i notice it's always that guy introducing the food as if the others were not competent or knowledgable about their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Pumpkin soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100250329417010594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse6pv54TaI/AAAAAAAAADc/mZ4uVb8JOQU/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wt feeding Wee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100250333711977906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse6p_54TbI/AAAAAAAAADk/MBRaYxNFkRc/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xy was forced to make this pose. hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100250342301912514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse6qf54TcI/AAAAAAAAADs/p1hhx7-qrxM/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My beloved friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100250342301912530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse6qf54TdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WfnLyh-RzVc/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we went to haigen daz at Esplanade for relaxing, chit chatting. We ordered a chocolate fondue. Ok i'm greedy, i can't wait for the fork to arrive and i took a piece of green apple dipped it in the chocolate. It was yummy. I have a chocolate fondue set bought from Perth but i didn't get the chance to use it. One day i'll try it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chocolate melting in our mouths.Ooo la la...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100250342301912546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse6qf54TeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/76PswlpILps/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6177927090214576357?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6177927090214576357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6177927090214576357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6177927090214576357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6177927090214576357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/taos-restaurant.html' title='Tao&apos;s restaurant'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse6pv54TaI/AAAAAAAAADc/mZ4uVb8JOQU/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-1041401658875830944</id><published>2007-08-18T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:33:09.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>9th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the national day and lysia's brithday. I'm an hour late for the meet up. Somehow, lysia just can't get angry with me. I'm honoured to be in one of her "unable to get angry with" friends. Ok there's only 2 and i'm one of them. Adeline and i planned to pissed her off by acting as if the day wasn't important. It's just a normal gathering. It didn't work for her. It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Mad Jack near the Coronation Plaza for dinner and prepared a surprise for lysia. She wanted Cheese cake but we already reserved chocolate cake. So after our main course, the waiter and waitress served the cake to her last, singing the birthday song. N last of all, presents time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday girl, Lysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100248405271661970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse45v54TZI/AAAAAAAAADU/l9WYuetXF30/s320/imgp0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Adeline, me and our yummlicious food&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100247503328529730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse4FP54TUI/AAAAAAAAACs/sjRWRsXsA_g/s320/imgp0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cheesy fries, it's good man!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100247511918464370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse4Fv54TXI/AAAAAAAAADE/rCy81gGUG_Y/s320/imgp0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lay kiat, me, lysia, adeline and ben&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100247507623497042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse4Ff54TVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hbdlgRStUgc/s320/dsc00246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girl gang&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100247511918464354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse4Fv54TWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qvtbQsB7VDA/s320/dsc00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One on three, high hor...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100247520508398978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse4GP54TYI/AAAAAAAAADM/vUqbAqcAZh0/s320/imgp0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't catch the NDP on TV due to the celebrations. First time ever. After going to China, i've learnt to appreciate Singapore more. Home is still the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-1041401658875830944?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/1041401658875830944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=1041401658875830944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1041401658875830944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1041401658875830944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rse45v54TZI/AAAAAAAAADU/l9WYuetXF30/s72-c/imgp0324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5773501449130630242</id><published>2007-08-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:42:11.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second gathering</title><content type='html'>8th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was organized for us to exchange photos. I was uber late as i'm having audition for choir elective which started at 4:30 pm at NIE. Everyone was at Kenny Roger ( Marina Square) waiting for me cos most of the photos are with me. Probably this is the last gathering for the month as our tutorials are starting the following week.( week starting 12th august)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at marina square, i'll definitely find my ex-colleagues to chit chat a while. It's been some time since i last step into marina square and the shops are changed. I'm a little surprised. I saw jasmine in INK and accompanied her till the shop close for the day. Heard a shocking news from her though. Her bf broke up with her. I thought they are getting married soon. Life really is unpredictable. She's really devastated and is trying hard to salvage their relationship. Somehow relationship type of thing, what's yours will be yours, leave it up to fate and destiny. Buck up soon girl! Revert back to the old Jasmine that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was chit chatting, the others were playing pool. I came in pretty late so i only managed to play one round and proceed on to bowling. By that time, it's only left with UNCLE guan hua, mandy and me. I made a fool out of myself. Ewwww..... I threw a ball backwards, crossed the line cos i lost my balance, roll a 13 kg ball towards the pin. After the games, we went for supper at 2 plus am at the Xin Wang hong kong restaurant till 3 plus before we went home. Crazy night life huh. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5773501449130630242?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5773501449130630242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5773501449130630242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5773501449130630242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5773501449130630242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/second-gathering.html' title='Second gathering'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-2173863280716497927</id><published>2007-08-16T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:02:35.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First gathering</title><content type='html'>Din really update my blog till i got my photos organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we returned to Singapore, we had our first gathering here. Guan Hua is singing at Ai Qing Hai and we decided to give him a surprise visit. We went to eat Sakae sushi at suntec city and we were offered Wuhan rate. Haha... As it was dinner time, there's no buffet so we opt for the ala carte and in total we had 21 normal colour plates and 2 red colour plates, a bowl of ramen, a bowl of teriyaki chicken rice, soft shell crab, ice cream, 3 sets of mochi. Guess how much each person paid for this amount of food we ate. It's only 10 bucks per person. Woot! It's like the cheapest sakae i've ever eaten in my life. The manager forgot to include in the colour plates in our bill. Note it's the MANAGER, how careless can he be. Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099359493070277890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsSQcP54TQI/AAAAAAAAACM/84ZW1ld1ikg/s320/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a full stomach, we went to Ai Qing Hai and were allocated seats right in front of the stage. Guan Hua seems more irritated than surprised. In order to support him, we requested him to sing "due de ren". It should be we insisted him to sing. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099359497365245202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsSQcf54TRI/AAAAAAAAACU/JcM86hkktts/s320/IMG_2973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099359501660212514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsSQcv54TSI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsFixZcIJX4/s320/IMG_2979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099359505955179826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsSQc_54TTI/AAAAAAAAACk/8S4P9K6tW7g/s320/IMG_2980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, this pack of potato chips had flew through domestic flight and international flight to reach his hands.&lt;/p&gt;After that most people went home, me and mandy went to play pool till 2 plus am. Havoc queens. N i' still very high at that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-2173863280716497927?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/2173863280716497927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=2173863280716497927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2173863280716497927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/2173863280716497927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-gathering.html' title='First gathering'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RsSQcP54TQI/AAAAAAAAACM/84ZW1ld1ikg/s72-c/IMG_2970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7184905368651136590</id><published>2007-07-21T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:39:46.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Wuhan</title><content type='html'>Day 1, 1st July&lt;br /&gt;At the Bai Yun Airport at Guangzhou, we were cheated of our money. The staff there led us to the baggage packing area where they will tie our luggage to secure them. We didn’t realise that we have to pay for it. So we went there. We thought that they will secure with transparent plastic wrapping but it was the yellow tape. It was 10 yuan for small luggage and 20 yuan for big luggage. On our part, we were also dumb for not checking whether there’s a fee. Wasted our money on the few little yellow tape. But when it comes to retrieving our luggages, it was easy since we were the only ones with yellow tape around our luggages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089694723068293298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RqI6Yl-qcLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/blT_UkSb_yk/s320/wuhan+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, like what I sms the other day, the flight from Guangzhou to Wuhan was delayed. We waited for 5 hours plus doing nothing at the airport. The pilots and air stewardess had done all the necessary preparations and the receptionist was late. It was until the auntie at the front of the queue went to call the office to complain then the recept came. It was a big commotion then. The locals were very pissed with the recept and they actually said they wanna finish complaining first before they board the plane. We were still joking about complaining in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After boarding the plane, it had to land at Yi Chang airport due to bad weather conditions. The flight was super rocky and I feel like puking then. It sux. Waited for another 2 hours in the plane before it took off to Wuhan. Super Sian! Ended up we reached Wuhan at 10 plus pm instead of 6.20 pm. Look at our sian look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089695216989532354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RqI61V-qcMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GXV7btIRan0/s320/wuhan+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089695676551033042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RqI7QF-qcNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8xcDfLUwtro/s320/PICT1965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in hotel instead of the student hostel.This is our room and the toilet stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Orientation and campus tour. The student volunteers are really nice people. They like Singaporeans( because we are bilingual) so we are given special treatment. Haha. They were actually fighting to take us out. There’s students from different parts of the world. My favourite french people are around, koreans, japanese, british, canadians, dutch bla bla bla. Went to lunch with the koreans and I realise they have a small appetite( referring to the girls). One of the japanese named Yuko lived in taiwan for a year so she knows how to speak in chinese. I was shocked when she approached me cos I thought she’s one of the student volunteers. There’s this french old man who’s very eager to learn chinese. During the welcome dinner, he sat beside me and kept asking about how to say certain phrases in Chinese, eg. What is spicy in chinese, how to bargain in chinese. The Dutch are dao though. They talked among themselves and ignore the rest. They didn’t bother to talk to the other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095273816866320610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYMil-qcOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zpe9nq_dYxw/s320/PICT1520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koreans who we had lunch with. One look at the guy n u will know he’s korean. He’s quite quiet anyway.Isn’t he lucky to have all the babes around him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095274662974877954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYNT1-qcQI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yc2dRv7Tja4/s320/PICT1527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female student hostel. The local guys were surprised to hear that guys can live together with the girls in the same block of hostels. See how lucky u guys are. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095274667269845282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYNUF-qcSI/AAAAAAAAABc/9YCBe0IOxdg/s320/PICT1554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the flight of stairs to the library. While I was taking this photo there’s an ang moh just right behind me. His hand was just above my head taking a photo. A pity my roomie can’t capture the photo in time. It was a funny scene. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095274667269845266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYNUF-qcRI/AAAAAAAAABU/-TrYyLdY3RM/s320/PICT1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field is made of artificial grass. Heard from Yirui it’s good for hockey wor. She was from SAJC hockey team. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095275208435724594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYNzl-qcTI/AAAAAAAAABk/KT67zuUilDw/s320/IMG_0975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the main campus. Spot me? We were sitting in the middle of the road taking this picture. The photographer was very garang, somewhat similar to Wui hui’s dad of working style. Kept shouting “U there squat, u shift here, squeeze more” (in chinese). Oncoming car drivers laughed at us. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095275212730691906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYNz1-qcUI/AAAAAAAAABs/sTbse0FXTzA/s320/IMG_0932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering whether this car driver knows how to read chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Attended the very first chinese lessons. It was super boring. Then after the lesson, the whole group went to the sports hall to learn Tai Ji Quan. I used to think that Tai ji quan is easy but after learning the basic moves I realised it is very tiring. Now i do not dare laugh at jerryl for practising Tai ji. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095275693767029074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYOP1-qcVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7NHbXbuzPLw/s320/IMG_0994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our Tai Ji teacher is the one wearing pink pants. Anyway, this picture is supposed to be a NTU picture but the girl on the extreme right came in suddenly. Gonna crop her away before submitting the photo to Johnny, our Summer Studies coordinator in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;The lecture on Chinese geography is like talking about tourist attractions and I can’t make out what the lecturer is trying to say. (he’s speaking in english)The videos are boring too. So I played 10x10 bingo with my friend, Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;At night, it’s havoc night. We requested to go KTV and shopping. One of the malls is exactly like Takashimaya. Prices are almost the same. Therefore, the girls have no shopping mood. Went to KTV and sang and played bridge throughout the night till 5 am. This guy by the name of Guan Hua can really sing man. It’s really damn nice. I think can fight with Alvin Junior. He works in marina square as a singer. He’s pretty irritating though. Kept treating me as xiao mei just because I’m younger by 4 years. The next day, every student volunteers knew that we( all the singaporeans) went to Sing KTV till morning. Aren’t we attracting attention? The noisiest, the most united group. Haha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095275698061996402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYOQF-qcXI/AAAAAAAAACE/oQWOGp62Ky8/s320/PICT1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095275693767029090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RrYOP1-qcWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M57umZg6bfs/s320/P7040112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a few crazy asses taking photo in the middle of the road. Note it’s only 5.00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;I pon chinese lesson in the morning.  By the time we get back to our hotels,it’s 5.30 am and bathe and hand washed our clothes, it’s 6.30 am. Still a few singaporeans went for lessons. They only slept for 2 hours. Zai hor. I woke up at noon. N I’ve got gastric! It’s the first time! I never had gastric before. Super sick ar. I thought it’s gonna be ok after a while and went for lecture. But it became worse. Ate gastric pills n the pain was still pretty terrible. At night, we went to Yangtze river. Took a ferry to Han Kou. I was praying that the ferry better be stable. N phew, it wasn’t like what I expected. The ride was pretty smooth. The whole group went to one of the restraurants in the hotel to eat. The Ang mohs really pissed me off. We asked them to look at the menu( at least the pictures) and say what they would like to order and they dun bother at all. They wanted potatoes and they complain that the fish and chicken had bones. Then one of the guys, Ronnie(Singaporean), Said “ there’s no chicken fillet and potatoes here.” So turned out we ordered for them, only about five dishes cos it’s quite expensive for locals. The student volunteers had forked out quite a sum of money just to accompany us to eat. After that, we wanted to treat the student volunteers since they forked out their time to accompany us, show us around. Then one of the ang mohs said,”Why should we pay for them?” The meal cost 17 yuan per person (if we count in the student volunteers), if we treat, it cost 20 yuan per person. It’s just a 3 yuan difference. Then somehow they were very rude, they looked down on china’s currency. They joked about it’s like treating the locals a sweet or maybe a lollipop. Insensitive assholes.&lt;br /&gt;The sunset at Yangtze River.I look so sick in this photo.She’s Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we finished our meals it’s close to 10 pm. There’s no where we can go but back to hotels to sleep. It’s quite retarded cos we specially took a ferry to Han Kou to eat. Duh. N the bloody ang mohs took so long to decide where to go. They wanted to go pub in the end. NTU students took taxi back to hotel  though. First time we so guai, even the student volunteers were shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;It’s either  I can’t get used to the food here or I’ve been exposed to coldness for too long, I’ve diarrhoea. There was a sharp pain in my stomach when I woke up. I went to lesson for only an hour (it’s suppose to be 3 hours) and came back to the room to rest. The pain was unbearable and I cried. Ate medicine but the pain doesn’t seem to stop. There’s an excursion in the afternoon and I wun be able to go. Sad… My friends took photos on my behalf. My roomie informed the teacher in charge and she gave me tea to drink. Felt so much better so I wrote part of this while I’m resting in my room. Of course, I recovered. I dun dare to go to any of the hospitals or clinic here lor. There’s a video attached in the mail. It’s a chimes performance that I missed in the afternoon. Pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Three Gorges Dam. All the students in the program gathered at 7 am. Took a tour bus to the Dam first before going to the boat ride. The mountains and scenery was amazing but we can’t really take nice photos with our digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;One of the nicest photo I can take while I’m on the bus. It’s a bit foggy so not very clear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the water colour shouldn’t be that blue. It’s slightly towards yellow colour. On our way there, we passed by a village and I think our bus actually ran over a puppy. I saw the puppy running towards our bus and the next moment I saw a pool of blood on the ground. Those sitting at the back freaked out. (I was one of them.) After having dinner, it’s boat ride. Our room in the boat was terrible and horrible and the toilet was the “best” part  of it. It stinks and the tap water is yellow in colour. I bet they took the water supply from YangTze river which is not very clean. Videos tell u everything about how we felt.&lt;br /&gt;It’s quite cool to actually see how the dam works. We were in between the dams waiting for the gate to close and the water level to rise. It’s a nice experience. Before the gate closes and after the gate closes.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying ourselves on the boat. It’s party time at night for the Caucasians. They bought beers and smoke and chit chat till 2 am before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to wake up at 6 am and leave the boat for another smaller boat at 7 am. Then, we came to realize that the we were in between another dam for the whole night. The boat did not move on any further due to the thick fog and were not given permission to pass the gate. So we have to wait till the fog to disperse away then we can move on. Woke up so early just for breakfast lor. Still have to wait for another 3-4 more hours to reach our next destination.  &lt;br /&gt;This is our breakfast. These people are Dutch. They brought biscuits to eat instead. They didn’t really sleep very well as the beds were too small for them. Moreover, they totally sian diao when they heard that they couldn’t get off at 7 am. Waited waited and waited. Had lunch on the boat and finally able to get off to another place.Got onto a smaller boat to enter into the gorge to see mountains and coffins and caves.&lt;br /&gt;Our bukit timah hill is really nothing compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;Able to spot a wooden coffin? It’s not a block of wood. It’s really coffin.&lt;br /&gt;There’s another coffin here in this pic. It’s supported by two wooden branch in between the slit. Our ancestors are very pro to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;They call this place an AAAA graded tourist attraction. I hated the performance though. Too loud and it’s hurting to the ears when they sing local songs.(super high pitch) Just before we went back to our boat, we saw something very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;The chinese characters and english translation has total no link.&lt;br /&gt;Went on to the even smaller boat to move on to the shallower side of the gorge. The life jacket stinks like hell. The men rowing the boat are all in their 60s but they are very very very fit. Skinny and fit.&lt;br /&gt;These people pulled the boat instead of row when we were at the shallow end of the river. In the past, they used to be naked. Really naked, from top to bottom, nothing on as there were fewer tourists at that time. After this trip, we went back to our big boat to rest. To our surprise, we have another trip at night, 9.30 pm to Bai Ling Temple. N the student volunteers told us that we would get back to the boat by 11.30 pm and ended up we got back at 2 am. We had to climbed about 500 plus stairs to reach the temple and the entrance fee is 70 yuan. Seriously I think it’s a waste of time cos there’s nothing much there. It’s all about the Three Warring States.&lt;br /&gt;The ghostly photo we took. I have no idea why they chose to use green light to shine up the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I’m not cheated by the volunteers announcement. They said to wake up at 5.30 am and 6.30 am, we’ll get off the boat to take a bus to Jingzhou ancient city. I woke up at 6.30 am instead. N the boat, just as I expected, haven reach our intended destination. During the wait, Yirui went back to her room to take a nap but a cockroach ran across her face. She freaked out and cried. Ronnie did not bother to lend her his shoulder and wanted to go back to sleep. This really angered her. If I were her, I would be angry too. She went into the room n hit him and we dun dare to get near them since they need a good talk. At last, they patched. Phew… We managed to get off at 7.30 am. Finally, we can leave the boat. I didn’t wanna bathe in the stinky toilet and so I was like dirty and sticky for 2 whole day. It was so much a relief to leave the damn boat.&lt;br /&gt;Took a 4 hours bus ride to the Jingzhou musuem. This is our palace. We are the princesses. There’s a corpse in the musuem. His organs were removed from the body and his body was preserved. He’s the ancient corpse whose body was the only one found intact. Quite a poor fellow. He was displayed naked. Die also cannot rest peacefully. N had to be seen by so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we were at the Jingzhou ancient city. This is the fake great wall of china. We can lie to people that we’ve been to the Great Wall of China. It was super hot then. Nothing much here too except for the great wall of china look alike. N yesh it’s back to hotel to rest and clean up. Never been so eager to get back to hotel before. Woo Hooo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9&lt;br /&gt;There’s supposed to be a lesson on learn how to sing a Chinese song and it was cancelled. It was replaced with a trip to the fabric market. It is similar to the one in People’s Park back in Singapore. Surprisingly, lots of Caucasians were tailor making cheong sams. It was really cheap to make one in China. It cost about 160 to 200 yuan depending on the type of fabric u choose. I bought a few fabric to make a scarf. Bought them real cheap. 15 yuan per metre and 28 yuan per metre for cotton-silk and pure silk respectively.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to the hostel for lecture and I went out half way to dye my hair. The salon sux. My hair colour wasn’t obvious at all. It’s red but it’s hidden beneath my thick layer of black hair. Lucky that they have a policy that unhappy customers are able to get back to them within 3 days. Went shopping with Mandy after the hairdo. I got myself really cheap denim skirt, a “chiong” nike tennis skirt and three quarter jeans for altogether less than 50 sing dollars. Wahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;After putting my shopping stuff in my room, I went to KTV with Guanhua, Huimin, Mandy, Song Song. Yirui had a menstrual cramp and she couldn’t go. Ronnie, of course stayed behind to accompany her. Immediately, when I sat down in the KTV room, I slept cos I had a fever. The others were really worried about me and gave me pills and jackets to rest. At 5 am, I thought I had recovered from fever. But I had a diarrhea later on. Sad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning and I felt very restless. Had diarrhea and fever at the same time. It was so serious that I had to go to a hospital with my teacher, Ms Liu. She was having a cold. The hospital is a super old building and I’ve walked past it several times and I didn’t notice that it’s a hospital. There’s no sign board indicating that it’s a hospital until u walked to the main gate then u will notice a plus sign at the top. Walking into the hospital is like entering a time machine, right back into the 80s. I was too weak to take any photos then so just imagine it yourself. I went through a lot of procedures before I can finally receive my treatment. I was diagnosed with virus infection in my intestines and I have to endure the stupid needles in my butt to cure my fever and another on my hand to replenish my glucose level. I was put on drips. My first time on drip was in china. I can’t believe it. Not only on one small bottle but 3 big bottles. *faint* It took me 5 hours plus to finish 2 bottles. I had to go back for another bottle the next day. Sian… I missed the excursion to East Lake again. It’s always east lake.&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, I was famous for the one getting sick again and again. I want to thank all who was there taking care of me. N sorry for all the trouble that I brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hospital for another bottle. From now on, I have to watch my meals. No oily, salty, difficult to digest food to be eaten. I can only eat plain porridge and bun. Sad… Din do much today. Spend most of the day resting in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think I’m feeling so much better and I guessed I recovered. There’s an excursion to Yellow crane tower and Guiyuan Buddhist temple. This is gonna be our last outing. There wasn’t much at the yellow crane tower except for the bell. Yet we can stay there for quite long. Next, we went to Guiyuan temple to pray. Excursions are always photo taking session for NTU students. Nice photography by strangers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group photo with the student volunteers. We intend to make a souvenir for each of the volunteers. But there’s too many cameras, so there’s no focus. See the eyes are not on one camera. Sad…&lt;br /&gt;The Yellow Crane Tower&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! First time all girls took a photo together. We were at the top of the crane tower.&lt;br /&gt;The bell in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo a lot. I think it’s nice. It looks like it has been edited through photoshop but I can assure u it’s 100% not edited version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13&lt;br /&gt;Lessons in the morning as usual but I went for only an hour and pon the rest of the lessons. Otherwise, there’s gonna be a debate in chinese on “Who will be a better husband? Sun Wukong or Zhu Bajie?” Lame topic… Afternoon was our time allocation for preparation of seminar for the next day but I went shopping with Mandy at somewhere near the fabric market. Bought a few items for friends. We reached hostel at about 6 plus pm. We started our project about that time. I was super hungry then and we ordered pizzas for dinner. It’s the first time all NTU students sat together to eat. There’s always missing people during meals.&lt;br /&gt;Our group photo in room 102 having our pizza dinner with Ms Liu. Rare occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14&lt;br /&gt;Seminar day. Jieying went up to present for the whole group. The topic was Famous people and the Chinese culture so we presented about Qian long. Seriously, it was a boring topic. The whole seminar group was half dead for most of the seminar. I was too, almost dozing off. After all the presentations, there’s a mini graduation ceremony held. We went up to collect our certificate of completion of the summer program and took photos with the teachers. Next it’s our farewell party held at Wu Zhou restaurant which is right beside our hotel. The lunch was nice and for most of the dishes, it wasn’t too oily. Lucky for me… haha…&lt;br /&gt;My graduation photo. Too many cameras, dunno which to look at.&lt;br /&gt;Following our lunch, there’s performance by the student volunteers and also the students from each university. The NTU students sabotaged Guanhua and Huimin to be representatives of Singapore to sing. N it was super successful. We knew that Guanhua can really sing very well and thus decided to sabo him to sing alone. With the help of the Ms Liu, he had to sing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that he’s pretty charming when he’s playing the guitar and singing. No wonder he’s working in Ai Qin Hai at marina square. It was the last day at Wuhan University. I managed to take down a few contacts from the student volunteers. Really hope we can stay in touch. I kinda missed the place and the people already. When there’s a beginning, there’s always an end. So eventually I still have to say goodbye. I’ll remember this trip and u people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning, preparing to go for Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;Our last group photo in Wuhan University.&lt;br /&gt;The uni arranged a bus to drive us to the airport. When we reached the airport, we realized our flight to Beijing had been cancelled and Air China did not inform any of us, not even through mail. We were pretty lucky to be able to switch to China Eastern airline with flight MU2451 departing at 8.10 am, 10 minutes later than the original flight time we were supposed to take. It’s quite a cool experience. We cut queue cos we were late( it’s about 7.15am) at checking in our baggage. Rushed for the custom and ran for the gate. Usually, people chase after the bus, we chased after the airplane. Finally, we reached the airport at 10 am but we had to wait for our pickup to our serviced apartment. Beijing is totally different from Wuhan. Beijing is so much cleaner and the roads are so much better organized than in Wuhan. I’m a city person so I felt so good when I’m in Beijing. I dun mind working in Beijing for half a year. Hmm… I may consider applying for the Global Immersion Program.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m really satisfied with the serviced apartment that I’m living in with my travel mates, Jieying, Vily and Venny. It’s so clean and near shopping area.&lt;br /&gt;Ok yes we are 4 ladies travelling together in a foreign land. It sounds dangerous but I tried travelling around free and easy with 3 other ladies as well so I dun think there’s gonna be a major problem in a capital city. I’m only worried about the trip to Hangzhou and ShenZhen where it’s not very safe.&lt;br /&gt;After settling down, we went to the Temple of Heaven which is about 15 minutes walk from our apartment. It is really tiring to be walking inside. The interior from one gate to another, it’s far and it’s really really really big. Our legs were aching like hell. We learnt a lesson here in China, dun ever trust the map. It looks like it’s very near but in fact it’s super duper far.&lt;br /&gt;Temple of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too bored and played around with my scarf taking such a dumb dumb photo. This is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;We really cannot tahan anymore and took a taxi to Wangfujing Dajie to eat and shop around. We stopped at the Oriental plaza and ate Sizzlers there. There’s offer set that cost 39 to 49 yuan with free flow of salad, soup and fruits. Other main courses ranges from 70 to 200 yuan. It’s much cheaper here than in Singapore. By the time we finished our meals, it’s about 8.30 pm. The shops close at about 9 to 9.30 pm. So we didn’t really do any shopping. The only thing I bought was the Beijing 2008 Olympics JingJing cushion. I think it’s really cute and I wanted something to prove that I’ve been to Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;No taxi wanted to take us back to our apartment and we walked back instead. It was freaking far. It was said to be a 15 minute walk and turned out to be more than 30 minute walk. We were really dragging our feet back to our apartment. SHAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ronnie and Yirui to go to the Forbidden City together. They pretty garang. Didn’t plan anything. Only bought air tickets to go to wuhan and that’s it. They bought tickets to Beijing in Wuhan during the last few days of our stay in the university.&lt;br /&gt;Us at the Tian An Men Square with Mao Zhe Dong.&lt;br /&gt;Before going in the Palace museum, we went to eat. Finally we found a restaurant that sells Singapore food! We were so touched. Still there’s limited choices and I prefer hawker standard.&lt;br /&gt;Vily was so blur that she threw away her 60 yuan ticket together with a stack of advertising papers. N she had to purchase her ticket again cos someone took it. This trip cost her quite a lot. Her sad face below.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Forbidden City is really huge inside and a pity we weren’t able to view the complete palace as certain parts of it are undergoing renovation. It was super crowded. It’s so much more bigger than the Temple of Heavens and we walked all the way into the Imperial Garden which is situated way way back into the palace. Looking at the architecture, it was really amazing how the people managed to build such intricate piece of art. Almost all the stairs and ceilings of royal family chambers had carvings on them. A pity the skills had not been passed down to our generations.&lt;br /&gt;This is the lovers’ tree found in the Imperial garden. I’m expressing my love to u. Ok it’s not very obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Part of the forbidden city. Can u see what we were doing?&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to the Wu men, we took a photo wearing the princess costumes. Cost us 50 yuan for 3 photos. I look like the naughty princess who do not want to tie my hair. No choice, I have short hair so quite difficult to pin. Please dun laugh after seeing the photo. This photo was a snapshot. We were not suppose to use our own camera to take photos.      &lt;br /&gt;First time I took the metro in china. Train stations are very old and even taiwan’s metro is more high tech. We still have to go to the counter to purchase our train tickets. The track is not as high as that of Singapore. The train is fast though.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wangfujing to shop again and we met Germans and Koreans from the summer program. It was such a coincidence. Beijing isn’t that big after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17&lt;br /&gt;Great Wall of China and Ming tomb. &lt;br /&gt;We went to take a cable car instead of climbing up and stroll around for an hour at the Great Wall. The weather was very bad and I couldn’t take nice photo. Mini me in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;Venny bought 10 pairs of panda on the way down from the Great Wall. Vily bought 3. Cute pandas!&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the Ming tomb was boring. Lots of exhibition of ancient items n Venny took her time to read each and every one of the boards for explanations. She’s very into the Chinese history. It was estimated that we could end within an hour but we spent 3 hours in the Ming Tomb museum. Legs very the SUAN.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we rent a car, we asked the driver to bring us for shopping n he took us to silk museum. The silk is cheap and of good quality but too china especially the clothes. Silk blanket very comfortable, price of 380 yuan, quite cheap for real silk but luggage cannot take it ar.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a cat at our apartment. Very obedient. Cat’s eyes are blue, very nice. I’m gonna miss it when I leave for Hangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18&lt;br /&gt;Zoo, Summer palace and old summer palace.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Beijing zoo to see pandas. N we only saw pandas sleeping and scratching themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Special sleeping position. Neck like very “comfortable”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda scratching. The zoo a bit cheat tourists money. Go into the zoo, wanna see penguins have to pay another 10 yuan. It goes the same for other animal halls. Prices differ.&lt;br /&gt;I like this little one. It’s very cute.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the wholesale market next to the zoo. I was pissed off with one of the sales assistant. She’s super rude and I didn’t even say I want the clothes and she packed them in a bag insisting that she’s gonna sell to me even when she’s not making money. Initially I’m interested in the vest and it’s not sold separately so I dun wan. Given her service attitude makes me even more not interested in buying any of the clothes in her shop. I walked away and she grabbed me back to the shop and even scolded me crazy, my brain got problem. I feel like slapping her. BITCH!  I was so angry that I was scolding out loud FUCK and 死38 while walking away. It ruined my day.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty rush to the Summer palace. We reached there at about 3.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice palace and Kunming lake. We were too lazy to climb.&lt;br /&gt;The Long corridor mentioned in the Guinness World record. Every single wall is painted with a different picture. It’s very comfortable in the corridor. We were enjoying the breeze there. We only went to the long corridor in the summer palace as the place closes at 5 pm. Anyway the whole place looks the same as Forbidden City. Next, the old summer palace was our most satisfied trip. We only spent 5 yuan each person to rent the costumes and we can take unlimited numbers of photos with our own digital camera. It was initially 10 yuan per person per costumes. This is so unlike the one we took in Forbidden City where we pay 17 yuan per person to take one pathetic photo.&lt;br /&gt;Our Prince Guan&lt;br /&gt;The five princesses, Chun Chun gege, Pei Shan gege, Minting gege, Yirui gege and Jieying gege. This photo makes me look so short.&lt;br /&gt;We had serious shot and here we had naughty shot. I look fat in this costume. &lt;br /&gt;The must go attraction site, the maze. It’s the original structure in old summer palace. The design of the building is a mix between English art and Chinese art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original structure of the maze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19&lt;br /&gt;We had a packed schedule again. First go DVD shop, then to Prince Gong’s Mansion and last stop Silk Alley to shop. Then to the airport to leave for Hang Zhou.&lt;br /&gt;The mansion is a smaller version of Summer Palace. The corridors are narrower. The special thing is that there’s a 福 word written by Kangxi Emperor and we went through a super squeezed tunnel to touch it. It’s like the culture of the Chinese here to push their ways through. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad that I didn’t manage to do much shopping in the silk alley as there’s no time. We had to rush to catch our flight. There’s so many shops and of course a number of them sells “chiong” adidas, nike, puma products. Lots of Caucasians there and I think most of them didn’t bargain much and bought things at 100 yuan when it can be bought at 10-20 yuan.&lt;br /&gt;Met friends from the Summer program again when we were rushing to the metro station.&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, Lee, Vily, Venny, Lorna, Me and Adam. I’m very very dark in this photo. Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to the airport only to find out that our flight to Hangzhou was delayed indefinitely. Air china again! First, flight from Wuhan to Beijing was cancelled next delayed flight to Hangzhou which is as good as cancelled. Roar! We had to switch to another airplane, go through another round of security check, wait till 2210 to board the plane. From 2040 to 2210. We were not the worse, there’s others who were there the whole night. Their flight was delayed for the whole night due to bad weather but our situation was different. It wasn’t because of bad weather that it couldn’t take off. By the time we reach Hang zhou, it was 0030 and we were still deciding whether to take a taxi tour hostel or stay in the airport till daylight. Initially we wanted to stay in airport till daylight but there isn’t any security guards there. Furthermore, 4 ladies with luggage around us were easy targets for robbers. So had to take a taxi to the hostel. Immediately when we step out of the airport, a guy approach us asking whether we wanna take a cab and we simply ignored him. There’s tour guide or maybe locals at the gate shouting robbery in Chinese. I guess they meant that the guy is trying to either charge us high prices for cab fare or really to rob us once we get into his car/cab. We managed to squeeze into one cab and off we go to our hostel.&lt;br /&gt;Our room is cosy and clean. Bunk beds and a toilet, lockers available. Very nice environment.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately took a shot in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20&lt;br /&gt;Break time for the girls. Cos we arrived too “early” at the hostel, we wanna sleep for longer hours. As we cancelled our trip to Huang Shan, we had no hostel to stay in and had to source around for another hotel/hostel. Our priority, accommodation!  We wanted to continue staying in West lake youth hostel since the environment is really very good and it’s only a 5 minute walk to the west lake. But for the next 2 nights there isn’t any more vacant rooms. What to do? Went online to search for alternatives and booked the Mingtown garden international hostel. While I was doing the job of searching for alternatives, the others were sleeping as they fell sick. Currently, I’m the last woman standing. Haha. When they woke up, we went out for dinner and surprise surprise, the staff members in the youth hostel managed to make a room for us for Saturday night. YEAH! I prefer to stay in this youth hostel then to shift to another hotel/hostel. However, we were still unsure of our accommodation on Sunday as there might not be vacant rooms for us. Pray hard…&lt;br /&gt;The environment in the hostel is really wonderful. Very ideal place for meeting people. We met a Singaporean lady who was away from Singapore for a month. There are books, board games, TV comfy sofa and really friendly staff. Highly recommended to all who are gonna travel to Hangzhou to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;Food in this restaurant is pretty good. Not too oily and salty. Thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;Jieying playing with the guitar at the hostel lounge. Action action only. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21                                                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;Woke up pretty late so we were unable to catch the boat around the west lake. Stayed in the hostel for breakfast and the American breakfast was nice. (maybe we were too hungry so whatever we eat was nice) However, I feel that we were pretty dumb as we went out to the Thunder Peak Pagoda in the afternoon, the time of the day that is super hot. The hot here is the dry type of hot. When we walked in the streets along Singapore under the sun, we feel sticky sticky due to humidity. In Hangzhou, it’s the desert type of hot that is really unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder Peak pagoda. Lucky there’s an escalator to the pagoda. But somehow the lift inside isn’t working. In the pagoda, we still can’t avoid climbing the stairs. Aiya!&lt;br /&gt;Bai Suzhen’s story being depicted in the pagoda. It’s a nice story. I remembered watching the Story of the white snake when I was young. Anyway, Venny bought the DVD about the Bai Suzhen while we were in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t stand the weather and went back to the hostel to rest. We had a very late lunch at the hostel again and went out to try our luck at the boat ride but we were very unlucky, the weather changed. It’s raining. Took a bus to He Fang Jie and walked through the street and saw Wushan pagoda. Went through the Wushan antique night market, took a cab to Carrefour and back to the hostel to have our dinner. Seriously, the meals in the hostel are really nice. Yum Yum…&lt;br /&gt;The Wushan Pagoda in my hands. Wahahaha… Ok lame…&lt;br /&gt;Venny and Chef in the hostel. He’s a good cook and easy to bully. We love u!&lt;br /&gt;Our delicious dinner: Pizzas!!! Bananas were bought by us at Carrefour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to catch a train to Shang Hai since we cancelled our trip to Huang Shan. It was a one and a half hour ride from Hang Zhou. It was the first time I took a train (other than taking MRT).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We were in the train. Looks comfortable huh. We got ourselves the first class soft seats.&lt;br /&gt;The train station at Shanghai looks like an airport. So clean and spacious. Hopefully, they keep up the standards since this station is newly built for the Olympics 2008.&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Jieying’s uncle and he brought us to a Japanese restaurant to have our lunch. Nice sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jieying and her uncle at the Shanghai Bay.&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to Hang Zhou, we found another funny translation at the train station. Spot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23&lt;br /&gt;It’s our last day in Hang Zhou so we had another tight schedule to follow again. Finally took the boat ride around West Lake. It’s freaking hot even in the morning 10 plus. My shades broke into half. Sobs…&lt;br /&gt;We went to Yue Fei’s temple, six harmonies pagoda and off to catch our plane to Guangzhou. Air china never failed to disappoint us. Our flight wasn’t delayed this time round. It was shifted to the morning slot and yet again we weren’t informed. We had to switch airlines again. Roar! People, please don’t take Air China, the management sux.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Guangzhou airport, it was chaotic at the taxi stand. They charged us 200 yuan to get to our hotel. Wow… they think we dunno the price. Jieying called her uncle to check again and he told us to take a bus instead of taxi. It’s not safe. Guangzhou is a big city but the security has to be improved on. I dun think I will wanna go back to Guangzhou except maybe for shopping. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24&lt;br /&gt;Went to Shen Zhen’s Windows of the World. A very big place indeed and we couldn’t go to all the “countries” in half a day. It’s similar to the one in Thailand which features miniatures of the countries famous buildings. Thought we could actually shop in Shen zhen but we dun have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25&lt;br /&gt;Checked out of our hotel and off we go to Hong Kong via train. We were pretty dumb to take train from Guangzhou when it is more convenient to take from Shen Zhen. Had a hard time sitting down properly as the luggage was blocking my way. Ewww…. Vily’s cousin came to pick us up from the train station and brought us to nearby restaurant to eat our late lunch. First day in Hong Kong more or less was just orientation; finding out how to take train to places of attractions and of course shopping places. Wahahah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 26&lt;br /&gt;It was recommended we go Victoria peak first then to the ocean park since both are at the same place. But we somehow decided to go ocean park first and if we have time, to the Victoria peak. Ok guess what, we were rushing for time again. Ocean park is BIG. Main aim; to take the thrill rides then sight-seeing. Thrill rides isn’t that exciting too. And there’s too few. Argh! The Abyss was a shiok ride. (it’s a free fall ride.) Love it. Venny bought another panda at the ocean park. It has a passport. She’s a panda fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;Flash of an eye and it’s evening time. It’s shopping back at Yau Ma Tei. We walked to Ladies street and it’s a long stretch. Everyone of us shopped quite a lot. Hee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27&lt;br /&gt;Vily had a family gathering at night and her aunt wanted to bring her around. It’s gonna be pretty awkward for the three if us to tag along and I bet her aunt is gonna pay for our lunch and dinner. We paiseh la so insisted to go back and shop on our own. I was desperately looking for office wear and I can’t find one! Finally found G2000 in Hong Kong and the whole set was so cheap yet dun have my size. Jieying bought 10 bottles of medicated oil plus 4 bottles of cough syrup. She looks like she’s importing the oil. Lol. Anyway, it’s for her relatives. Along the streets of temple street, I was quite surprised that they sell sex toys openly like pasar malam. (some of the stalls set up age limits). Ok I’m curious about the price range and took a look. It’s so much cheaper as compared to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28&lt;br /&gt;This is the day that we are going back HOME. We finally ate the breakfast provided by the hotel. It’s not too bad. I still prefer dim sum. After checking out, we went to the Victoria peak, Madame Tussaude and we took a lot of funny photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7184905368651136590?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7184905368651136590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7184905368651136590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7184905368651136590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7184905368651136590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/07/trip-to-wuhan.html' title='Trip to Wuhan'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/RqI6Yl-qcLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/blT_UkSb_yk/s72-c/wuhan+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-4806675675738671354</id><published>2007-05-20T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T11:30:29.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict</title><content type='html'>I'm caught in between my sis, my father and my sister in law. What the hell is wrong with all of them? Can't they just break off from the past and get on with their own lives? Heard a shocking news just not too long ago: my father slapped my sis in law yesterday when i wasn't at home. She called the police over the slapping matter. WTF! N turns out she came to me to talk about all the family conflicts that she had with all of them and she can't handle it. My bro has no communication with her and she thought me and my bro are the most reasonable people in the house. IT'S JUST CRAP. In the first place, she has no respect for my father, no respect for my sis. She's not gonna forgive my sis for the matter over the car and so is my sis. SO WHAT IF MY DAD ACTUALLY DISAGREE WITH HER? CAN'T SHE JUST SHUT UP AND WHY CHALLENGE MY DAD TO HIT HER? It dun make sense to me in any way. It's a known fact that my dad is as stubborn as a mule and he speaks as if he were shouting. Anyway, he's getting old, can't we just let him be, talk to him nicely. Sometimes negotiation has to take place at the appropriate time and mood. N he should be able to give way to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok with my sis in law to be open minded and straight forward. But she has to take note of the way she presents herself and probably put herself into other people's shoes. Probably she meant well for the kids and hence may be over paranoid. But i really dun see the need to really quarrel with my dad over little things such as "THIS HOUSE IS MINE! SO I HAVE THE RIGHT TO CONTROL THE FOOD, THE MONEY RESOURCE BLA BLA BLA" OR "I REALLY WISH THAT YOUR FATHER WASN'T STAYING WITH US. I THINK THE SITUATION WILL BE SO MUCH BETTER." WTF! It's such an insult to my friends whose fathers were declared bankrupt and yet they made it. I really hoped i have the ability to get a house n me and my father will shift away from this house. What's the point of living together if we are so unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hoped that i dun stay in the room all the time cos i'll be keeping a lot of things inside me and eventually turn crazy or develop some illness, so called 心病. There's nothing else for me to do, of course i'll be in my room since my computer is in my room. Not that i dun wanna talk to her but i've got nothing to say to her. Moreover, i seldom see her at home. She wants me to confide to her whenever i've got problems but i'm now almost 20, i'm a grown up. Sometimes, our own problems should be solved by our own unless it's really not within your ability to resolve then i will seek help. However, i dun really have much problems hence i've got nothing to say. Or maybe the problem lies with me, i can't open up to her. I really really wanna move out. Family crisis. If mother were still alive, what would she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping in pain, i dunno what i can do. Talking to her doesn't make anything better. She's tired so are we. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-4806675675738671354?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/4806675675738671354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=4806675675738671354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/4806675675738671354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/4806675675738671354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/05/conflict.html' title='Conflict'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-1482693397852786584</id><published>2007-05-01T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:14:20.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence</title><content type='html'>Today Me, Zhu En, Cai Xuan, Raymond, Bryan, Wei Jia and Francis went to Settlers cafe to play. It's really been quite some time since i last saw Raymond, Bryan, Wei Jia and Francis. I'm so glad that we are still as close as before. It was a fun and fulfilling day. We played 2 very retarded games n we ended up changing over and over again and finally settled down on a strategy game called the Shadows over Camelot. It's complicated for beginners but as the staff explained while we play the trial run, we got the hang of it. We managed to finish the first round and the Traitor won. We played the second round and the traitor won again despite all the communication we had. This is really a game where u really need to communicate and plan well. I've proved Bryan wrong. Settlers cafe can be really fun. He thought it will be boring by playing board games. After the games, we went to Chinatown food market to eat and it's home sweet home since the guys had to book in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy called before i proceed on to meet my JC pals. He's asking people to watch spiderman 3 at 6.20 pm today at JP. Too bad i've put aside my day with my beloved JC pals. N i couldn't make it back on time for the movie too. I booked the settlers from 2 to 6 at the central branch. It's impossible for me to reach JP in 20 minutes from Clarke Quay. To my surprise, Wangting went to Settlers too, he and his branch sat at the ground floor while me n my friends sat at the loft. He booked from 5 to 8 pm. It's really such a coincidence. So i went to borrow his settlers membership card for my bill. It turns out that both of us did not join Jimmy for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060768608301980290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rjt2PHRJmoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cyhDgK5D1Hc/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060768595417078370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rjt2OXRJmmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mdb0eRbjDOs/s320/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060768599712045682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rjt2OnRJmnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gyUv88XAoCg/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-1482693397852786584?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/1482693397852786584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=1482693397852786584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1482693397852786584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1482693397852786584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/05/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ahONoGpwzU/Rjt2PHRJmoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cyhDgK5D1Hc/s72-c/IMG_1513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6374780240868093635</id><published>2007-04-29T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:06:52.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over!</title><content type='html'>Finally all my exams are over. Went out with Xue yi yesterday and turn out that i pang seh Wangting. We still met up yesterday's night. He's really a sweetheart. He brought his PSP for me to help him keep. Then i can play too. Shopping in town the whole of yesterday made me realise that i have weak stamina. I used to walk from morning to night without feeling tired. Now, it's the total opposite. However, i still returned home with my "zhan li pin" n i found out that the price of a PS2 has plunged to a new low. An unmodified console costs $190. It's really cheap n i feel so tempted to buy. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to M square for my GSS meeting and tentatively the price of airfare alone for our whole China trip is $1300  max, $900 min. per person. I'm going so broke. N i really dun wanna go back to Eight percent to work, it's gonna be very stressful to face Johnny everyday over the phone. I'm really scared of him. Since i'm already in M square, i went over to find Huihui and we talked for 3 hours non stop in the shop standing. Now my legs are aching. It's really cool to meet up with friends and crap around. I love my friends, my family, darling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6374780240868093635?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6374780240868093635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6374780240868093635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6374780240868093635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6374780240868093635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5849033812520198678</id><published>2007-04-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:59:38.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderate!</title><content type='html'>My first class Honours is saying goodbye to me. I know i did pretty badly for my Econs paper and i have no mood to study my stats. Tml is my last paper and i do hope i can secure an A since this is the only module that i'm good at. Let's hope everybody screwed up for their previous papers and the school will moderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my exams worries. After exams there's a whole lot of things for me to do. K box outing with my ex tutorial mates, JB outing, meeting with Jieying to finalise our China trip and booking of flights, meeting up with old friends, work and of course spend time with my dude. I'm so blessed. Probably my mum is watching over me. Really time flies very quickly, i'm gonna be in year two in august. Then soon i'll be working as an accountant or auditor. Argh! it's too fast. I wanna enjoy a little while more before heading into the corporate world. Anybody please invent a time travelling machine so i can rewind the time back to my sec. and JC days. I miss those days. They are my precious memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5849033812520198678?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5849033812520198678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5849033812520198678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5849033812520198678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5849033812520198678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/04/moderate.html' title='Moderate!'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5600178444181894803</id><published>2007-04-23T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:26:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>I'm certain that i screwed up my accounting paper. Next in line is Econs. Let's get it over and done with and i wanna enjoy myself for a week before i start hunting for a job. Any job will do, be it full time or part time. Argh i still have to plan itenary for my perth trip and china trip. Meetings meetings and meetings again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5600178444181894803?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5600178444181894803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5600178444181894803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5600178444181894803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5600178444181894803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/04/screwed.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-5023575503752686904</id><published>2007-04-20T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T06:19:37.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thinking Style</title><content type='html'>Your IQ score is 99. This means that you are smarter than 47.0% of all other Super IQ test takers.This number is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly on the Tickle Super IQ Test.But there's more to intelligence than a single number, a single score, or a single label. Tickle uses 8 distinguishable dimensions of intelligence in the Super IQ Test. By analyzing your individual scores on those 8 scales, we are able to look beyond the raw IQ score into how you process information, and which intellectual strengths you're best at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your test results indicate that the way you process information makes you an Intuitive Interpreter.You are a highly conceptual thinker. This means that you like to seek the underlying meaning rather than get mired in the facts and figures. Because of your approach, you're more inclined to get a broad understanding of what's going on, enabling you to make connections between something you learned three weeks ago, and something you are learning today. While other people may need those types of connections to be pointed out for them you just naturally make them. You do not need to analyze all the details of any given situation because your ability to see the 'big picture' gives you all the information you'd ever want. You are less inclined to walk through something step by step to get the logic or the meaning behind it — the gist of it is probably already clear to you without the in-depth examination. You'd rather not get bogged down in numbers or the particulars of how something is worded as the details seem meaningless to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of your Intuitive Interpreter thinking skills at work in a real-life situation:You are with a friend who is shopping for a car. The salesperson is presenting facts and figures and your friend is buying it hook, line, and sinker. You are noticing, however, the things that the salesperson isn't saying. Intuitively, you know that one of the biggest overall concerns when buying a car is safety and in your opinion this salesperson seems to be going out of his way to avoid talking about it. You take your friend aside and point out your concerns, and when your friend asks about the safety of the car, the salesperson again deftly avoids the subject. You later look up the car in Consumer Reports and find that, indeed, the car has poor safety ratings. Your friend is grateful you went with him on his car-shopping venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it rather true. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-5023575503752686904?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/5023575503752686904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=5023575503752686904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5023575503752686904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/5023575503752686904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-thinking-style.html' title='My Thinking Style'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-8166428436926908772</id><published>2007-04-19T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T01:38:30.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams!</title><content type='html'>Finally, OB is over. Left 3 more papers before my long break. N i'm in need of a job. It's confirmed that i'll be going to Perth for 2 weeks during May-June. I'm so excited. Not only that, in July i'll be going Wuhan, Beijing, Hangzhou and Hong Kong. Woo hoo, i love travelling. Planning for another trip to Taiwan at the end of this year. This would mean that i have to save up. It's gonna be a shopping trip over there. After exams, my tutorial mates fom last semester wanted to go JB and i'm still considering whether to go. It's a one day trip, going there to shop, eat and have fun together. But the thought of JB, i only wanted to go Holiday Inn to get my modified PS2.&lt;br /&gt;Wang ting i miss u! after exams i'm gonna spend my time with him doing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. watch movie&lt;br /&gt;2. i wanna bake for him&lt;br /&gt;3. travel ard (if possible)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cycle&lt;br /&gt;5. Play PSP together ( most probably he will be playing with Jimmy)&lt;br /&gt;6. i shall give him a spa treatment&lt;br /&gt;7. arcade&lt;br /&gt;8. buy him a watch, shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-8166428436926908772?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/8166428436926908772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=8166428436926908772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8166428436926908772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/8166428436926908772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/04/exams.html' title='Exams!'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-3610368259988917351</id><published>2007-04-03T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:41:38.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally can get to watch 热情仲夏 ep 3 and 4. Have been waiting for 2 weeks for it to be released. I jus found out there's another link to dl the series. Felt so dumb for waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn to love the people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who are willing to love U at present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget the people in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &amp; thank them for hurting U &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which led U to love the people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U have right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-3610368259988917351?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/3610368259988917351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=3610368259988917351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3610368259988917351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3610368259988917351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-can-get-to-watch-ep-3-and-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-3590022232093564310</id><published>2007-04-02T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:30:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>Have been slacking for the past few days. Finally projects are submitted n i only have one last OB presentation then it's exam time. There is no time for revision at all. But lucky me, most of my modules i'm taking are open book exams which involves crapping skills. i totally forgot that it was april's fool yesterday so i missed out the chance of fooling my friends. Probably it's because i'm with Wangting that i totally dun care what date it was. I bought Tomb Raider Legend n played using his PSP. Oooo i'm really so tempted to buy one PSP. Guess i'm hooked to playing the game cos i'm still thinking of it. I played the game instead of writing my creative assignment n i have to dedicate the whole of today to finish up my assignment. This is just an excuse for me to skip all my lectures. I'm being a bad girl huh. He's super sweet, he knew that i'm having exams soon and decided that he'll let me play the game after my exams so that i can concentrate on my studies. After exams i'm gonna bake cookies for him but i need to dig out the oven my sis left in my bro's place( which is my current house). Then i need to find time to meet up with my old old friends such as Alicia and Lysia.  Too long never see them already n i wonder how they are doing. I'm getting excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-3590022232093564310?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/3590022232093564310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=3590022232093564310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3590022232093564310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/3590022232093564310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/04/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-6381730806189037008</id><published>2007-03-22T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:34:21.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Frustrated at myself, at my studies, at the world. I'm sounding emo. Young kids nowadays have really poor grasp of chinese which really bothers me. I believe we should make it a point to speak to them in chinese whenever we can. Maids at home taking care of the children already converse to them in english( which their english standard isn't that great) we should expose the young kids to chinese, maybe occasionally speak to them in chinese. i believe they can master English quite easily while chinese is more difficult, characters are harder to learn cos they look like pictures. Hopefully, when i get to Australia to visit my sis, my nieces are still able to converse to me in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our report takes too long to finish. We are currently at the editing part N we are stuck at the first few paragraphs. Just because of the dumb 3-page limit, we are trying to squeeze in our points. This is irritating. We ran out of ideas on how to present creatively(stressing ourselves). This is what happens when u created a high standard to meet. Blame it on ourselves. We should have put the best to the last. Save ourselves a lot of effort. Lol... I'm just being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out from Wangting that his cousin was shocked to find out that i'm studying Accountancy cos i looked blur. Yeah, i am blur so be prepared to see me in jail cos i'll be the one who cannot balance the figures and do creative accounting. Crap! i didn't know that he really took off today until he called me. i'm suppose to plan the program today if he were to take off. Due to the last minute arrangement, we did not meet. So he went to have dinner with his dad and at night going to meet Jonathan and some old friends gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drowning in projects. Roar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-6381730806189037008?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/6381730806189037008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=6381730806189037008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6381730806189037008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/6381730806189037008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/03/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-1301249854723375687</id><published>2007-03-21T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T02:18:40.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Went back to school to submit the cheque for the GSS even though today's my off day. I just don't feel like doing anything. Tutorials are piling up, exam date getting nearer and nearer. Argh... No wonder my seniors say time passes very fast when u are in university. I need jobs lobang so i can work during my holidays. I need money to go overseas. Feel so lethargic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianzified...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-1301249854723375687?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/1301249854723375687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=1301249854723375687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1301249854723375687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1301249854723375687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-4305525834217930806</id><published>2007-03-20T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T06:53:45.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Studies</title><content type='html'>It's a disaster today. Feel so demoralised. I've got good news. Checking the email today and i am selected for the global summer studies to study in China. Yesh! After 3 weeks i thought i wasn't successful in my application and gave up hope. But now i'm elated.It's gonna be a good exposure. Travel while you are young, that's what my dad and sis-in-law kept telling me. I find it rather true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with Wangting just now, n i told him the news. Gonna be away from him for 2 weeks. Awww.... Meeting him this coming friday. N going to the beach with the same old clique this sat. Finally i can go for a good sun tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-4305525834217930806?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/4305525834217930806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=4305525834217930806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/4305525834217930806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/4305525834217930806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/03/summer-studies.html' title='Summer Studies'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7609236918668098025</id><published>2007-03-19T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T06:57:52.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm worried over my accounting project. It's gonna turn out cui at the pace of what my group is doing. Sy started talking about her boyfriend's butt and she think it's hot. At the thought of it, she's drooling and gonna molest him when she meet up with him. It's just hilarious to see her reaction. The hot butt turns her on! Somehow we drifted to talking about sex and i merely mentioned about the Yin Yang Butterfly book that my brother has and she wanted to borrow. Ooo... she's trying to get more information. The next overseas trip will be the one. I feel it's alright for pre-marital sex afterall they had been together for 4 years. N i can imagine her in her wedding gown. I'll be waiting for the "red bomb".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7609236918668098025?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7609236918668098025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7609236918668098025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7609236918668098025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7609236918668098025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/03/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed Out'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-1568718372209973765</id><published>2007-03-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T06:55:40.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went over to Wangting's place and felt weird. I don't really know what to say to his relatives and he's in a dreamy state. But his niece is cute. Her behaviour was so so different as compared to during CNY when i first met her. She's quite talkative and i totally have no idea to why her mum kept saying that she is very 'san ba'. I think she's just bubbly. Anyway, i only spent half a day with him and i felt bad for disturbing him as he did not sleep for the whole of yesterday. Can't help it, i just wanna see him. Another day gone, deadlines approaching. This is bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My goal: To get at least B+ for each and every subject that i'm taking this semester.Possible? I've high expectation of myself. I wanna prove to my uncles tht i can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-1568718372209973765?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/1568718372209973765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=1568718372209973765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1568718372209973765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/1568718372209973765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-u.html' title='I found u'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1689576101169483844.post-7346845425253591630</id><published>2007-03-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:49:06.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My work, My way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had project meeting with my Stats group and i realised i'm super domineering. I'm trying all means to convince them of my ideas till they think it's right. We are on a very tight schedule and exams are coming. I have no idea what OB is all about. It's time for me to use my crapping skills to smoke through the exams. Planning to go overseas during my 3 months holidays. Most likely Perth where my sister is living. Procrastinating, watched 热情仲夏 and i can't wait for the next episode to be released. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting for the weekends. I miss u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1689576101169483844-7346845425253591630?l=nopromises87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/feeds/7346845425253591630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1689576101169483844&amp;postID=7346845425253591630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7346845425253591630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1689576101169483844/posts/default/7346845425253591630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopromises87.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-work-my-way.html' title='My work, My way'/><author><name>Dreaming of u</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16347039358089729877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
