<?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-9575653</id><updated>2011-08-16T02:32:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>––––•(-• CrappiƒieÐ •-)•––––</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-1762056180487310029</id><published>2006-12-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:51:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of 2006</title><content type='html'>goodbye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2006&lt;/strike&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://wheredidicomefrom.blogspot.com/"&gt;"new blog"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to welcome the &lt;u&gt;new year&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here i come***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-1762056180487310029?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/1762056180487310029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=1762056180487310029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/1762056180487310029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/1762056180487310029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-2006.html' title='end of 2006'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-2631841213313639093</id><published>2006-12-28T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:52:14.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trish + lian / isetan sales</title><content type='html'>wah shuxuan pangseh keep pushing back our date!!! keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day went back hall, end up missed an outing with hui and kel... =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just went out with trisha and yuelian! long long time nv see the 2 of them. yuelian lost weight. trisha still as crazy. hahaha trisha aka taotao got dinner tt night. the theme was mambo and attire recommended was smart. the moment i reached she broke the news tt she needed help to find sth to fit the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stunner. so we trio walked around wisma b4 proceeding to taka where yuelian found a present for her auntie karen. and lunch! god i was famished. dumb me went to suggest food court which was like crowded until no place to sit already. so we went to find the benches outside the food court to sit. heng heng within less than 5 minutes we managed to get one for the 3 of us to squeeze into. we had the japanese fried noodles trish recommended. i think it was average, as in edible lor. maybe cos i dun have enuf of the sauce to go tog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we practically walked finished isetan wisma plus taka wheelock tangs. then managed to find a nice hot pink tank top for taotao at potpourri. ah lian had to leave early so made a few detours to buy the necessary food she need to bring home. really is a very good daughter, my idol. after lian go back trish and me . at first say want find taotao a belt but like nth suitable so we just continue to shop around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ahtingjie say she coming orchard also to exchange sth she bought ytd which is unsuitable. so i met up with her aft she got the receipt from eugenia. then we headed over to isetan scotts to find karen. borrowed her voucher to enter isetan (it was a closed sale). goodness it was crazy inside. people mountain people sea. somemore there are people who buy things like they're free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first experience of isetan sales. it was a turn off. it is a tough enough job trying to walk among the crowd and people chiong-ing at the offer items. plus u need to chiong urself, in the end i also quite lazy to shop. the session ended with 2 tops 1 skirt and 1 dress. the exchange for mummy ended up cnt find size so i got a size for myself. man even paying also damn long queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen left with her sisters. dinner was subway plus pasta mania. ahtingjie's treat again. teeheehee~ anyway when i was queuing for subway, got 2 girls in front of me. they bought 2 one-foot sub for the price of 1 one-foot plus 1 six-inch. not fair... just because 1 of them flirted with the guy behind the counter. i got mine for the price my sub was worth. humpf~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day really damn tired. had been shopping since morning, my legs were about to give way. my virgin leg muscle ache because of shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-2631841213313639093?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/2631841213313639093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=2631841213313639093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/2631841213313639093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/2631841213313639093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2007/12/trish-lian-isetan-sales.html' title='trish + lian / isetan sales'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-4297748699843059873</id><published>2006-12-26T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:51:47.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RZjPMGgPzxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lQ5DFWeWPa8/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RZjPMGgPzxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lQ5DFWeWPa8/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014985991888293650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xmas eve went hougang mall for awhile. woah i saw someone buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;one whole trolley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of sunshine bread loaves&lt;/u&gt;!!! i was so stunned. what can someone do with so many bread? hmm... sorry i couldn't contain my curiosity and took a shot of that trolley. hope no privacy was invaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-4297748699843059873?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/4297748699843059873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=4297748699843059873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/4297748699843059873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/4297748699843059873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-eve.html' title='xmas eve'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RZjPMGgPzxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lQ5DFWeWPa8/s72-c/DSC00279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-742961053320085255</id><published>2006-12-23T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:51:41.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jazzonova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RZjJBmgPzwI/AAAAAAAAADA/VO3NcEYUJ4U/s1600-h/DSC00271a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RZjJBmgPzwI/AAAAAAAAADA/VO3NcEYUJ4U/s320/DSC00271a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014979214429900546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;woah friday night went to meet mel ben jiejie and zj for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;JAZZANOVA&lt;/span&gt; performed by the ite jazz band. i think they were good. and the conductor, Eric James Watson really is quite some big shot too. He composed and directed the Singapore National Day Parade. they played some really good pieces and i personally loved the Opus One piece by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RZjJA2gPzvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yVzUMTmmCkE/s1600-h/22122006250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RZjJA2gPzvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yVzUMTmmCkE/s320/22122006250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014979201544998642" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were sitting directly behind the principal of ite college west... then he had a 地中海 so we were having some fun ourselves making a joke out of him, which i admit was quite bad of us. ehmm i was sitting between zj and mel then before the concert started &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they keep bullying me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =C humpF! until my bag dropped then my phone dropped to under the seat of the principal.&lt;br /&gt;aye i caught someone playing games on my handphone in the middle of the concert. hiahiahia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-742961053320085255?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/742961053320085255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=742961053320085255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/742961053320085255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/742961053320085255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2007/12/jazzonova.html' title='jazzonova'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RZjJBmgPzwI/AAAAAAAAADA/VO3NcEYUJ4U/s72-c/DSC00271a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-6476300784405470914</id><published>2006-12-22T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:13:12.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prata supper</title><content type='html'>heeeheee went for jalan kayu supper with xueyi aka gerlynn nowadays. had to lie to mummy say someone driving us around so that she will allow me to go and not be worried. ermmm i asked zj along so she also got another guy fren yikai along. walked all the way from my house to her house. quite stupid la. should have take a bus first. so by the time we reached her place 1hr already gone. haha den halfway still have to call her to ask for directions. then we waited awhile for yikai before we set out to walk to jln kayu for prata~~~ and it was another hour when we finally reach the prata shop!!! &lt;br /&gt;xueyi don't usually eat supper, so i very honoured to have her ask me out for prata supper. hmmmm we had a kosong and an egg each except for yikai who had cheese and kosong. then all four of us share another plate of mee goreng. uber full after eating sia. &lt;br /&gt;funny thing was we saw a guy buying indian rojak when we about to leave. he was picking the rojak ingredients from the left side to a tray on the right. but the glass door on the right wasn't open so he kinda like bua the fish cake on the glass door before he realise it. xueyi and me started laughing at him =X bet he heard. because he turned around and said "what i'm tired okay..." LOL&lt;br /&gt;then it started drizzling so the 4 of us sat at the nearby bus stop and wait for the drizzle to subside. wasn't too long before the rain stopped. so we proceeded to walk home. we realise there was a shortcut to the nearest LRT stop and an even shorter way for me to walk home from der. so me and xueyi walked seperate ways back =C lucky got yikai pei her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-6476300784405470914?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/6476300784405470914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=6476300784405470914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/6476300784405470914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/6476300784405470914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/12/prata-supper.html' title='prata supper'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-841642835711079292</id><published>2006-12-17T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:49:53.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ktv frog</title><content type='html'>finally relieve my ktv deprived pressure liao... wahahaha early in the morning got woken up by daddy to go breakfast after which ahtingjie and me went for klunch. damn there was no queue today but shortly after we went in i saw a lot more ppl walking past our room to theirs. so business shouldn't be too bad la. anw both ahtingjie and me sing until quite cmi think out of touch liao. too long never go karaoke le... so very rusty in the vocals and we sang like we were croaking... okay okay okay... not we but ME. OH NO~ now i shall become &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"wangwang - the retarded frog!"&lt;/span&gt; i got sore throat la... but heart itchy cannot stand the temptation so still went ahead with the plan to go sing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same old problem haunted me again today... that is i went to the toilet... then i forget i came from which direction or which room... so after relieving myself i came out stunned. started to look left look right look left. took my first step then walk back again and turned the other direction. continue to look left and right before i saw a familiar brown jacket inside the room croaking. lucky manage to find my room. i'm a direction idiot. &gt;_&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-841642835711079292?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/841642835711079292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=841642835711079292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/841642835711079292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/841642835711079292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/12/ktv-frog.html' title='ktv frog'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-6167096513017228467</id><published>2006-12-15T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:50:48.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FEET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aiyoyoyo~ got a very cute dolphin extinct liao...  &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/12/061214-dolphin-extinct.html"&gt;check it out here...&lt;/a&gt; wasted sia... the dolphin in the picture really damn cute lor. then it reminded me of a movie i just watched recently with jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLERZiX1JI/AAAAAAAAABw/A6Un-ZDPX6k/s1600-h/10312535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLERZiX1JI/AAAAAAAAABw/A6Un-ZDPX6k/s320/10312535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008781538781287570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;+++ HAPPY FEET +++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmm in the show the emperor penguins were losing their food source because Man was overfishing in the vicinity of their habitat. geez the effort Mumble had to go to to make his own kind understand the existence of us. it kinda changed the perspective towards modern conservation efforts. although the producers brought the show out in a family oriented style with lots of antics, i feel that their purpose might be greater. that is to make audiences aware of such problems going on in the world today. i hope the porpoise won't end up like the dolphin "baiji"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random pics from HAPPY FEET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLGcJiX1OI/AAAAAAAAACY/vLTCQi2Yp6Q/s1600-h/smdj_article_67091_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLGcJiX1OI/AAAAAAAAACY/vLTCQi2Yp6Q/s200/smdj_article_67091_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008783922488136930" border="0" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLGbZiX1KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/S9ULZhWyMPQ/s1600-h/77026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLGbZiX1KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/S9ULZhWyMPQ/s200/77026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008783909603234978" border="0" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLGbZiX1MI/AAAAAAAAACI/cM8LZwuTIDI/s1600-h/happyfeet_02_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLGbZiX1MI/AAAAAAAAACI/cM8LZwuTIDI/s200/happyfeet_02_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008783909603235010" border="0" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLGbZiX1LI/AAAAAAAAACA/pmzjKpCr1WU/s1600-h/happyfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLGbZiX1LI/AAAAAAAAACA/pmzjKpCr1WU/s200/happyfeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008783909603234994" border="0" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9575653-6167096513017228467?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/6167096513017228467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=6167096513017228467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/6167096513017228467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/6167096513017228467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-feet.html' title='HAPPY FEET'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYLERZiX1JI/AAAAAAAAABw/A6Un-ZDPX6k/s72-c/10312535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-8564963893274751289</id><published>2006-12-15T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:41:13.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some more to talk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYKWLpiX1II/AAAAAAAAABg/nWwhEukdKLM/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYKWLpiX1II/AAAAAAAAABg/nWwhEukdKLM/s200/DSC00260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008730862462162050" align="left" border="0" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;forgot to mention... hui kel and mel gave me a sling bag from project shop as bdae present... keke though it's one month later. somemore they keep suaning say what only giving me the carrier. the bag inside is their's and what i am the only one who carry the bag and still look uncool. booohooo! but still i like the bag alot. haha thanks guys!!! got new bag le!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYKV7ZiX1HI/AAAAAAAAABY/NPex964PkM0/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYKV7ZiX1HI/AAAAAAAAABY/NPex964PkM0/s200/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008730583289287794" align="left" border="0" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm just now was figuring out how to use the new beta blogger... then i think think i still prefer the old blogger leh. like more user friendly although the new one got more things to play around with. sucks now i wonder how to downgrade liao... going to create a new blog for the new year... then this blog will become another part of my history liao. the archive list is getting sooooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a bit too high liao... ma ciam siao char bo lidat. hahahaha but it's nice to be happy lar! feel more fresh and alive. maybe because the weekend is near. or maybe i got to catch up with alot of friends. either or i don't mind being high everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-8564963893274751289?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/8564963893274751289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116610813256354012</id><published>2006-12-14T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:55:52.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet up with old friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/810339/Friends%20Forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 271px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/320/597328/Friends%20Forever.jpg" alt="" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went out with the old gang today... at first still quite scared what it will be like because also very long ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ver meet up with hui and kel le. =X so guilty... but then it turned out fine anyway. although everytime the 4 of us meet up i will be the one to kena suan... booohoooo~ 被欺负！ by mel kel n hui~! so not fair... why always i'm the one to kena tekan one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad mel and me sore throat only can eat bland and soupy stuff so end up eat at the food court upstairs. end up our bowls' content got only one color, while hui and kel still look very colorful. haha and notti kel played with her food! tsk tsk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda remind me of ekin's song 老友万岁... because i really feel bad for not asking them out for so long. on top of that i kind of neglected kel too. aft so long then know that in the end she got register for uni. =( i'm a sucky friend ba... but then in the end the meet up was still an enjoyable one. just to catch up on wad's going on in each other's lives... the sad thing is i forgot to take pictures!!! a bit wasted but still it was good to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah mel and me playing with $2 notes before hui and kel find us... the serial number last 4 digits happen to be nice nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYJippiX1FI/AAAAAAAAABA/uaAg90cgjEY/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYJippiX1FI/AAAAAAAAABA/uaAg90cgjEY/s200/DSC00257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008674203253593170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYJiqZiX1GI/AAAAAAAAABI/ijrztM0UuSM/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYJiqZiX1GI/AAAAAAAAABI/ijrztM0UuSM/s200/DSC00258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008674216138495074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/9575653-116610813256354012?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116610813256354012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116610813256354012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116610813256354012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116610813256354012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/12/meet-up-with-old-friends.html' title='meet up with old friends...'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/RYJippiX1FI/AAAAAAAAABA/uaAg90cgjEY/s72-c/DSC00257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116602352264615036</id><published>2006-12-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:28:38.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDull</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4HSh0X9enc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4HSh0X9enc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116601710731867369</id><published>2006-12-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:38:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah ma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/678258/DSCN4054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/320/423557/DSCN4054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Sunday was my grandma's (aka ahma) birthday... that's my ahma in the picture above. still can't express herself but she looks happy to see everyone gather for her birthday. but she acted a bit stubborn and is eating so little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: behind ahma is keeming loolin and me (looking most cock)&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/9575653-116601710731867369?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116601710731867369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116601710731867369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116601710731867369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116601710731867369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah-ma.html' title='ah ma...'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116576942291336351</id><published>2006-12-11T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:04:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to hall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/0/372650/image-upload-22-722031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/300/3661/image-upload-22-722031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;Keke ben borrow rag den in e end have to help mel n me clean our room's fan which had gotten really dirty aft 6 mths. This is e pail of water used to rinse e rag! From clear to totally black. Yucks! Anw thx alot ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down: 2 more days&lt;br /&gt;(I'm selfishly praying time will go faster...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116576942291336351?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116576942291336351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116576942291336351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116576942291336351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116576942291336351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/12/returning-to-hall.html' title='Returning to hall...'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116550461794553011</id><published>2006-12-07T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:35:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VSA camp 2006</title><content type='html'>Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;the orientation day for VSA camp. yucky cos Mel and Jiejie got assigned to the same grp (Pinocchio) while i kena ostracize (to Snow White). then it so happened that the peeps in my grp all came tog and the only girl, who is not from the clique, is 3 yrs younger than me, comes from integrated program and behaves much more mature than me.&lt;br /&gt;then during the talks we were introduced to more on the behavioural patterns of children with Down syndrome and autism. listen until very sleepy but made me worried wad if i cannot handle the child (autistic) assigned to me... the speaker, she mention sensory overload and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;the first day of camp where we meet the kids. was still nervous and i too gan jeong already. hitch daddy's car end up reach at 815 when we were supposed to reach at 9. then i end up zor bo walk ard the school explore like a zombie (also because not enough sleep). took some pictures of the school wall decoration...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/518415/DSC00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/353422/DSC00243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/66590/DSC00241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/398446/DSC00241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/877886/DSC00240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/386364/DSC00240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/631379/DSC00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/499419/DSC00239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then very early Zhan Xin's mother brought him in. so i asked the routine qn we were taught to ask: is he allergic or sensitive to anything? then his mum also like in a rush to move off. that's abt all i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;today i actually looked forward to gg camp. haha though feeling sleepy but the spirit is there. anyway Zhan Xin was nicer today when i met him. he's answering a lot more of my questions and showing more positive response than ytd.&lt;br /&gt;but then suddenly just before we were waiting at the canteen for the bus to the botanic garden, he suddenly walked very fast towards the bus and it was drizzling... goodness. it took hell lot of effort to finally coax him back to the canteen. i had to suffer one long scratch on my arm. thanks to TY if not i really dunno how to talk him into gg back to the canteen. he was using his whole body weight to push me.&lt;br /&gt;cos botanic garden very near town... so we left direct from there for dinner. we went to Taka de mos burger with Jiejie, Mel, Jian and new friend BoonTat... =X after that accompany ah Mel go her usual hang out (Kinokuniya and HMV) before we left for home... fell asleep on the train. so bad. ah mel alighted at kovan never tell me. den i wake up she already gone le. )'=&lt;br /&gt;managed to take some pictures at the garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/272190/DSC00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/320/760868/DSC00244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;well think woke up on the wrong side of the bed today so quite moody. on the bus with the IP girl from Snow White then i also never talk. a bit anti-social. bad bad WangWang. today got more response from Zhan Xin in the morning but after that in the afternoon he suddenly become very moody and keep complaining about headache. keep walking around the classroom in circles too. i became very dizzy and got headache also. try to stop him end up head got worse. so i resorted to sitting down and jus let him roam since he's not doing any harm to the rest. had some trouble getting him to eat his dinner as he don't take fried rice... coaxing didn't work. help from Jiejie and TY before got him to stop his tantrum and eat hotdog bun.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt today the bus that he likes to draw is called a spy bus. and i used that to coax him into making a shirt for his play (Sam the crumpled tee boy) and actually joining in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthought:&lt;br /&gt;autistic children look so normal it is impossible to differentiate them from the rest of us. some of them are so cute... but i wonder what will it be like when they grow up. is it really a lifetime thing for their parents to take care of them? 3 days only and i am so tired, then their parents everyday also have to take care of them, isn't that even more tiring? i do hope science will be able to discover the cause of autism soon. only then can we find a cure.&lt;br /&gt;i also happen to notice that the participants for this camp mostly come from well to do or above average families. more efforts should be put in to raise awareness among the lower-income families too. i encountered a few snob kids who are siblings to the children. so what if they are without disabilities, they forget to be humble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116550461794553011?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116550461794553011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116550461794553011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116550461794553011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116550461794553011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/12/vsa-camp-2006.html' title='VSA camp 2006'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116486037210315816</id><published>2006-11-30T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:02:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please resurrect the old maiden</title><content type='html'>my laptop crash on me yesterday morning... after i saved it from the asshole Trojan, the old maiden decided it's time for her to go. and the time that she chose was absolutely just nice. i was happily transferring my backup songs back into her when she decided to crash. ARGH~! the timing was freaking zhun. wonder what i did that offended her so much. my backup efforts all gone because after transferring the files back i deleted. BLEAURGH~! it was absolutely yucky. now all my favorite songs gone... song collection need to start from scratch and kope from people again. sian 1/2~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm laptop-less now... hoping i can resurrect the old maiden from her premature death... so better not scold her. must sayang her then maybe, just maybe, she will listen to me and come back to life. goodness.... without her i can't play my favorite O2jam which is equals to dooms day!!!! i'm itching to play O2 for very long le!!! argh what a torture =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... updates on the previous week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/154917/25112006200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/154917/25112006200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 121px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/146741/25112006200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/918222/25112006204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 121px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/733458/25112006204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last Saturday come back to hall that time ran into the Pokemon fest at JP. muahahah~ got to catch a glimpse of the creatures. we were like coming up from the escalator when i saw this and immediately shout "POKEMON!!" like a (sad to say) 3-yr-old. haha but i pity the people inside the costumes la. must be pretty hard to breathe then still have to pose for photos with the children. man the place was flocking with little kids accompanied by their parents. goodness the crowd was overbearing, then think Mel also don't like this kind of scenes. anyway we didn't stay long, though long enough for Jian to take 1/2 dozen of blurred pictures of the 4 Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/752624/25112006193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/798059/25112006193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/633729/DSC00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 118px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/77092/DSC00225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;got this balloon from Tesia's first birthday party at the Carlton hotel near City Hall MRT. the balloons were all pink color tied with pink ribbons to the chairs of the dining area. very very sweet. and just as i leave i koped one. heehee~ can't blame me. they were really pretty. and i carried it with me all the way to the train station and then to Outram to meet Jian and Mel(whom was late to pack her stuff). so me and Jian made our way to JP first. i managed to keep hold of the balloon throughout Jian's lunch until Mel arrive and we go NTUC. Then ZJ play with me balloon until it flew right up to the extremely high ceiling of NTUC. argh~ i was so angry but also never let out the frustration, just kept quiet as usual. that's the balloon at the ceiling. Jian know i not happy already... then while Mel and i were looking for the cheap cheap box tissue, Jian went to get ladders from one of the NTUC aunties and got down the balloon for me. so it is now safe and sound in my room tied to my chair.&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: the balloon after a few days is already deflated and swimming around the floor next to my chair... one of the cases when i hate diffusion~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after my Tuesday paper, something interesting happened. a friend (inconvenient to mention the name here i think) proposed to someone with a bouquet right outside the exam hall. goodness gracious. i really admire his courage. way to go dude~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however on a side note... got people happy also got people sad... got anything can tell me one okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah Mel ah.... "I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a p------"&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/9575653-116486037210315816?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116486037210315816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116486037210315816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116486037210315816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116486037210315816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-resurrect-old-maiden.html' title='please resurrect the old maiden'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116452532135214598</id><published>2006-11-26T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:15:21.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我不是被虐狂～！</title><content type='html'>ah mel say i am a 被虐狂... if you know what it means... booohooo i am not i am not i am not~!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;me  :  没有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mel :  有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;me  ： 没...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mel ： 有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;me  ： 真聪明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ　ｏｎｅ．．．　ｈａｈａｈａ～ ｍｅｌ　ｋｎｏｃｋｅｄ　ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ　ａｇａｉｎｓｔ　ｈｅｒ　ｔａｂｌｅ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;me  ： ｓｏｔｏｎｇ．．．　（ｋｅｋｅ）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mel ： ｗａｄ　ｓｏｔｏｎｇ．．．　ｓｏｔｏｎｇ（你）的头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;me  ： ｏｌｄｃｈａｎｇｋｅｅ的ｓｏｔｏｎｇ头好吃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and then just now study until zzz awhile 被 mel 发现了！ ahhhhh hahah so now have to wake up and continue studying. my notes maciam lullaby see already want to sleep =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116452532135214598?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116452532135214598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116452532135214598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116452532135214598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116452532135214598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_26.html' title='我不是被虐狂～！'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116435219451375735</id><published>2006-11-24T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:09:55.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogskin blogskin blogskin</title><content type='html'>i wanted to change blogskin and i found one that i like. however the skin just doesn't go with my present blog contents... so i decided to forget it. the &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/118367"&gt;skin&lt;/a&gt; is really very nice loh... full of vibrant colors and it makes things look more energetic. too bad not suitable for me. then also cannot find one where the columns are centralized de. mostly that is nice like to keep the columns to the left. also dunno why, maybe cos look more professional or sth la. dunno... maybe look for one dull dull square square one. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116435219451375735?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116435219451375735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116435219451375735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116435219451375735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116435219451375735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogskin-blogskin-blogskin.html' title='blogskin blogskin blogskin'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116433742537259010</id><published>2006-11-24T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:09:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent rendezvous</title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;city harvest kopitiam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guai guai stay in hall and study... mess up my table and study very hard for maths... the most interesting during study week? walked out from hall at 4 plus am to City Harvest kopitiam with mel. haha went on a binge-ing trip! ate so so so many things. got nasi lemak, otak, rice and soon kueh, butterfly, sweet potato fritter, chee cheong fun... really is eat until very full~ satisfied. then we walked back again each armed with a cup of soya bean. reach back hall already 0630hr liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/570843/DSC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/902477/DSC00180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/978400/DSC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 127px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/975740/DSC00182.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/18924/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 127px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/385987/DSC00189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/569594/DSC00184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/575785/DSC00184.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;jogging~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha... that day they jio ppl go jogging tog. mel ben jw zj and me. then we were like running uphill at one point in time den i jus cmi liao. damn. then kena laughed at by the rest. keep stopping to walk cos out of breathe liao. chicken backside lor... then jw gf actually ask him i can run meh when he told her i went running with them. shit jw because he actually replied how she know i cannot run. humpf. so what if i cannot run. BLEAH~! looking dumb after the run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/221492/DSC00201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/11917/DSC00201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/1600/272777/DSC00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/195/200/16511/DSC00213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; i am facinated by the "insect light" thingy... look very cool right. the color of the light. no wonder insects get attracted and die there. because i am also attracted to it. lucky i'm not an insect. if not dead liao~ teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116433742537259010?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116433742537259010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116433742537259010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116433742537259010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116433742537259010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/recent-rendezvous.html' title='recent rendezvous'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116429518377974231</id><published>2006-11-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:00:28.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>canto song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;a name="10000yrs"&gt;一 萬 年&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 聽 海 風 擦 身 過  你 說 是 上 帝 的 歌&lt;br /&gt;讓 呼 吸 去 親 我  眼 裡 白 浪 正 湧 過&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  你 那 樣 情 切 調 和 著 我 的 強 烈&lt;br /&gt;我 那 樣 情 切&lt;br /&gt; 長 途 跋 涉  墮 入 這 刻 的 熾 熱&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  從 天 邊 飛 萬 年&lt;br /&gt;遙 遙 萬 里 只 等 今 天 的 一 個 你&lt;br /&gt;相 交 點 最 後 都 相 見 無 聲 碰 見&lt;br /&gt;從 海 邊 飄 萬 年&lt;br /&gt;無 涯 視 線 只 等 今 天 的 一 個 我&lt;br /&gt;(終 於 跟 我 見 面  找 到 我)&lt;br /&gt;相 交 點  歲 月 怎 改 變  最 後 都 碰 見&lt;br /&gt;像 早 早 結 識 你  過 去 住 在 你 心 扉&lt;br /&gt;熟 識 所 有 的 你  再 次 混 合 我 憶 記&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  終 於 此 生 有 些 驚 喜&lt;br /&gt;  終 於 可 將 愛 放 於 天 地&lt;br /&gt;終 於 可 跟 你 相 擁 中 又 尋 回 自 己&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116429518377974231?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116429518377974231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116429518377974231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116429518377974231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116429518377974231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/canto-song.html' title='canto song'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116402882796443883</id><published>2006-11-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:20:28.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creeped out~</title><content type='html'>got people i don't know actually talk about me in his/her blog...&lt;br /&gt;then someone signed into my msn on another computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought i'm a low profile person, but apparently i have become infamous overnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jw tt time mentioned - "无风不起浪..." actually before then there was nothing going on really. i didn't realise anything, until that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. ivan.&lt;br /&gt;the problems were glaringly there since so long. it was a one-sided thing for a little too long. if u had no intentions then why tell all those lies. not many people know the details of the story for i don't tell and go. an utter disappointment it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; jian.&lt;br /&gt;yes it was too fast. so let's take a little break now... hold off for a while and see how the friendship goes ba... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;actually people talk talk lo. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but when ur family member choose to trust others instead of u, then something is really wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Boston (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Augustana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh it has begun&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are red&lt;br /&gt;And tears are shed&lt;br /&gt;This world you must have crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You said you don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And you don't even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You said you don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And you don't wear my chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential yet appealed&lt;br /&gt;Carry all your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Across an open field&lt;br /&gt;When flowers gaze at you&lt;br /&gt;They're not the only ones&lt;br /&gt;Who cry when they see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even care&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;We said you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't wear my chains&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll start a new life&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name&lt;br /&gt;Get out of California&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the weather&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll get a lover&lt;br /&gt;And fly him out to Spain&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I think I'll go to Boston&lt;br /&gt;Think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;Think I need a new town&lt;br /&gt;To leave this all behind&lt;br /&gt;Think I need a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of a sunset&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the summer&lt;br /&gt;Some snow would be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even care&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116402882796443883?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116402882796443883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116402882796443883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116402882796443883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116402882796443883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/creeped-out.html' title='creeped out~'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116351218498768813</id><published>2006-11-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:49:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burfday over le</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSC00171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the first 旺旺 hamper i receive in my life! haha and there was one product i never see before, 2 i never eat before. the 旺仔牛奶 tasted like diluted condense milk. haha but it boast of calcium. so i drank a bottle right after. nice~! thanks alot mel for accompanying jianwei, ben, deyang, ky meng to prepare all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/13112006161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/13112006161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they got us a pink couple shirt. =X was just asking jian if he wears pink the day before. what a coincidence. i swear i totally am unaware wad they were getting for me. but jian also poor thing cos he have to pay for his own shirt. heehee and he nv wear pink before. though he say he will wear in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/13112006175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/13112006175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here is the promised swensen ice cream~! lala i forgot what we bet on long ago and he lost. then always no chance to treat. hee it's a giant earthquake with 8 scoopS of ice cream! love the chewy choc, dislike the almond sth one... and the cherry dunno why dun have the stem. we requested for no whip cream but come also have. hmmm anyway i think the lime sherbet also very nice. sinful~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back hall tt time i become cinderella to work off the sins. haha wash clothes sweep floor mop floor etc even do sit ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nineteen le. no longer sweet 18. thoughtful~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116351218498768813?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116351218498768813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116351218498768813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116351218498768813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116351218498768813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/burfday-over-le.html' title='burfday over le'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116326982632421662</id><published>2006-11-12T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:30:26.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days to birday~!</title><content type='html'>got to go out and pre-celebrate my birthday with jian today~! nicey nice nice! got to eat sakae then the crab was real shiok to eat. ate until damn full... in the end have to postpone swensen again. lol~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which we heard orchard got the lighting up ceremony for the xmas decoration. heard vip talk alot before president got invited up and the lighting up really start. orchard just looks so much different with the lights and everything. so nice. especially this tree... the bottom still got water spraying up one very pretty. one of my fav. (but i thought singapore water very limited?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSC00165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hoho we went to marks and spencers and paragon to get some chocs for tml midnight. then in the end jian got sth sinful for himself too!!!  dumb dumb~ in the end the whole packet also give me... -____-"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSC00168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wooo background blur blur... but only this one passed jian's QC. haha~ the other 2 picture we look dimwitted so much so i had to delete one away. lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116326982632421662?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116326982632421662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116326982632421662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116326982632421662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116326982632421662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-days-to-birday.html' title='2 days to birday~!'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116326894391056685</id><published>2006-11-12T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:15:44.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vivocity trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/04112006124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/04112006124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took a stupid picture while waiting for the train to come... hmm i'm the one in green, looking as though i'm leaning on the door there but i was really leaning against nth. haha kind of fun to try this kind of photo shoots make things lose their perspective and can do stupid stunts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSC00157.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this snowman can be found at vivo open level there. standing at a side overlooking sentosa. should have taken a photo of sentosa from there but sigh i scared i spoil the view. it's better to go and see the scenery from there urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSC00158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the moon is so far away that night... but it was damn round and bright. too bad the camera can't capture its beauty... at least i hope can tell the moon is quite bright ba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116326894391056685?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116326894391056685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116326894391056685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116326894391056685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116326894391056685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/vivocity-trip.html' title='vivocity trip'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116317683376241958</id><published>2006-11-11T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:40:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh fuck shit... i can't concentrate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116317683376241958?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116317683376241958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116317683376241958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116317683376241958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116317683376241958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/argh-fuck-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116313627278313016</id><published>2006-11-10T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:24:50.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn into 2 extremes</title><content type='html'>i've done it again... cheaterbugger bitch... i'm the bad guy... what if....? weird feeling coming over me. on and off, off and on... it is as if i'm alternately travelling between heaven and hell... the decision was made... but then sometimes the insecurity kicks in and i'm unsure of everything again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need time to be whole again... now it seems my feet are unable to touch earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get back to studying... unless i wan to da bao that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116313627278313016?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116313627278313016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116313627278313016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116313627278313016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116313627278313016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/torn-into-2-extremes.html' title='torn into 2 extremes'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116289339152248446</id><published>2006-11-07T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:56:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shag is the word</title><content type='html'>damn shag... another session of solo squash. this time can only tahan for 1hr. it feels somewhat like 力不从心, it's as if something is pressing down on me. lack of sleep maybe... or not eating proper meals these days. just not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people like to talk. apparently it can't be stopped. but don't try to hint things at me... if u wan speak direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不会做 tutorials.... 救命啊~! 考试要到了~！集中精神， 要集中精神。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116289339152248446?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116289339152248446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116289339152248446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116289339152248446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116289339152248446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/shag-is-word.html' title='shag is the word'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116278679610543155</id><published>2006-11-06T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:19:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz quiz quiz</title><content type='html'>pengs~! studied until daybreak for life science quiz today... go there i'm partial glad that i'm able to tackle most of them but got some really is purely rely on tikam-ing. grrrr friends never do pretty well too. humpf~&lt;br /&gt;woke up later than planned for the quiz end up have to pia out. reached there just on time. then when i see cindy they all the first thing they tell me was there was a maths quiz today too. OMG~! haha i never study... but then i also sua sua lar... get over the life science first den say. haha&lt;br /&gt;end up maths quiz wasn't that hard also. but the stupid tutor came late. made me happy for a while thinking he won't be appearing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116278679610543155?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116278679610543155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116278679610543155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116278679610543155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116278679610543155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiz-quiz-quiz.html' title='quiz quiz quiz'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116270609378494379</id><published>2006-11-05T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:54:53.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complex situation</title><content type='html'>憨过头&lt;br /&gt; - gong guo tou&lt;br /&gt; - too blur&lt;br /&gt;was i unaware or was i purposely ignoring the facts? even i am also unsure now.... vivocity was wonderful.... really nice.... but then.... ah.... i also dunno how le....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116270609378494379?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116270609378494379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116270609378494379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116270609378494379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116270609378494379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/complex-situation.html' title='complex situation'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116257843058909121</id><published>2006-11-04T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:27:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black blue - blue black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/tatty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/tatty3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;came home today with a lot of new blue blacks on my leg. haha also not very sure how i got each and everyone of them. got small got big, got green got black, got very pain got not so pain.... sad thing was just now ahting and ahming say don't want me come home. T_T then daddy also say thought i not coming back then ask me help him iron a full basket of clothes. sian~! they so many pattern one. humpf~ next weekend thinking of not coming home liao. but then it is my bdae on monday leh. so not very nice right? or dun care cos they also most prob wun celebrate for me.... =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116257843058909121?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116257843058909121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116257843058909121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116257843058909121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116257843058909121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/black-blue-blue-black.html' title='black blue - blue black'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116257194592823290</id><published>2006-11-04T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:39:35.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>王仔广告</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4s1sqDI8VB4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4s1sqDI8VB4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZ34-3WhdiI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZ34-3WhdiI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116257194592823290?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116257194592823290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116257194592823290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116257194592823290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116257194592823290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='王仔广告'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116254466781554272</id><published>2006-11-03T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:48:46.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>''Bizarre Beasts'' Were Real (Believe It or Not)</title><content type='html'>the following pictures may seem disturbing... i wouldn't believe they were real if they weren't from NGM. haha the article is here: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/10/photogalleries/bizarre-beasts/index.html"&gt;''Bizarre Beasts'' Were Real (Believe It or Not)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 283px;" src="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/10/photogalleries/bizarre-beasts/images/primary/shark-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/10/photogalleries/bizarre-beasts/images/primary/pterosaur-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 242px;" src="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/10/photogalleries/bizarre-beasts/images/primary/hog-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/10/photogalleries/bizarre-beasts/images/primary/terror-bird-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116254466781554272?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116254466781554272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116254466781554272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116254466781554272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116254466781554272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/bizarre-beasts-were-real-believe-it-or.html' title='&apos;&apos;Bizarre Beasts&apos;&apos; Were Real (Believe It or Not)'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116243764561470848</id><published>2006-11-02T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:48:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after maths lecture comes physics lecture... elearning is cool. can multi-task!!! haha but my physics lecture sounds like she's constantly spitting into the mic and her voice gives me goosepimples... goodness and the worst thing is i DON'T understand what she is trying to teach~!!! hell she sounded like she is being chased by a bullet train. listen if u don't believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://155.69.112.96/aculearn-me/v4/studio/playlist.asp?aswmshost=155.69.112.97&amp;amp;basepath=/aculearn-me/channel1/content/users/pslee/acl061012_154258/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116243764561470848?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116243764561470848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116243764561470848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116243764561470848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116243764561470848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/yucks.html' title='yucks'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116243483083955260</id><published>2006-11-02T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:59:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NGM photo of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.bigfootinteractive.com/images/7110103/19681424/POM_NOV_06_indexphoto.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 227px;" src="http://images.bigfootinteractive.com/images/7110103/19681424/POM_NOV_06_pom_enlarge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHER: Thomas Cooper&lt;br /&gt;Skeletal Remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Late afternoon sun silhouettes dead acacia trees against a backdrop of sand dunes. In Namibia's Namib-Naukluft Park on southern Africa's west coast, the dunes rise as high as a thousand feet (300 meters) from the desert floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Visions of Earth, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC,&lt;br /&gt;November 2006&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i cannot believe the background was real... i thought it was photoshop-ed in but it is actually real sand dunes~ my god i'm really a mountain tortoise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is a &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0611/sights_n_sounds/index.html"&gt;sights and sounds&lt;/a&gt; feature article, on NGM too, about leopard seals!!! i remember that day watch "Eight and Below" with mel got feature one very huge and fierce leopard seal that killed one of the dogs )= so i got curious and went to watch it while listening to maths lecture which is damn slow and boring..... muahahaha~&lt;br /&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/9575653-116243483083955260?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116243483083955260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116243483083955260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116243483083955260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116243483083955260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/ngm-photo-of-month.html' title='NGM photo of the month'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116238471778479982</id><published>2006-11-01T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:38:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUASH me flat</title><content type='html'>supposed to meet pam today at 1330 one... but she on silent in the lib never feel vibration and i cannot find her... so i give up after walking umpteenth rounds in Lee Wee Nam Lib which is damn big and went back hall slack... haha then i reach hall tt time then she msg me~~~ so end up i went to find her at 1530 instead after slacking. she gave me a packet of CHEEZELS~~~! hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee then i got another squash session today~~~! damn nice but too bad got rain... think i'm improving a bit le. (= i'm loving squash. just hope won't kena thrash in the IHG~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first is meet zijian help borrow squash rackets. then when we were there it started raining... i tried to hit him with the ball when he was outside the court end up the ball fly downstairs... -_-" lucky i spotted whr it landed. but then i ran down the wrong flight of stairs end up run up again go down from the other side. 2 levels leh... got caught a bit in the rain but managed to find the ball. wahahahah~ it wasn't time yet... zijian and his pess friends played first because i was too shy to play in front of them until their lesson time... then i continued solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel came and join me after her forensics... but i got a scare when she came. because i was concentrating on the rubbery black ball when suddenly i turn behind to pick up the ball, i saw her sitting there staring at me &gt;_&lt;" she got long black straight hair and she today whole body wear dark color. haha i really got a shock and screamed out not, so loudly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that she had to run because she's meeting her ex-colleagues... so i continued solo until zijian came back. i was really soaked in my own sweat by that time and somewhat battery flat liao... so in the end we left half an hour earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH~ and i met jieying just now at canteen 2 when i went there for dinner! haha it's nice running into close friends. hope we can go out tog soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116238471778479982?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116238471778479982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116238471778479982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116238471778479982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116238471778479982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/11/squash-me-flat.html' title='SQUASH me flat'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116228789168835371</id><published>2006-10-31T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:44:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep deprive retard</title><content type='html'>argh~ am so sleep deprived!!! finally managed to study finish for the 2 quizzes today le! heh... was so piss off yesterday at myself because i keep falling asleep while studying. then is really not enough time to study that kind already. missed adrian's bdae ponding ceremony when i wake up to study but end up fell asleep instead and slept for very long some more. grrr~ end up i think i shouted "f*ck" and woke up scaring jiejie and mel. went to wash my face and came back 心情不好... ooopZ~&lt;br /&gt;now can go and sleep le... yay~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116228789168835371?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116228789168835371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116228789168835371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116228789168835371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116228789168835371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleep-deprive-retard.html' title='sleep deprive retard'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116211319906674011</id><published>2006-10-29T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:13:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not so young</title><content type='html'>today went for lunch tt time mummy's friend walked past. she came around to say hello. then she realised she never see me before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;auntie: eh... you're daughter ah? (pointing at me) this one i got see before (looks at my sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: yar lor, this is the smaller one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;auntie: oh... she sec what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: no lar, she in university already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i almost died... just crouch my head in between my shoulders and concentrate on my prawn mee... stupid auntie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116211319906674011?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116211319906674011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116211319906674011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116211319906674011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116211319906674011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-so-young.html' title='i&apos;m not so young'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116204503051250416</id><published>2006-10-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:17:10.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavenly chocolate biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00151.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSC00151.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00152.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSC00152.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00153.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSC00153.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00154.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSC00154.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mummy bought chocolate biscuits from girl guides help them raise funds... she say see them very poor thing stand there sell business very poor. but the biscuits were good, though 10 bucks for a tin quite ex ba~ and the best part was she put it on my table!!! not on ahting or ahming but mine. tralalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116204503051250416?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116204503051250416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116204503051250416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116204503051250416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116204503051250416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/heavenly-chocolate-biscuits.html' title='heavenly chocolate biscuits'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116203809127234484</id><published>2006-10-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:21:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honest</title><content type='html'>act blur&lt;br /&gt;don't act blur&lt;br /&gt;simple things should just remain simple&lt;br /&gt;why complicate things&lt;br /&gt;be truthful to yourself&lt;br /&gt;tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;things will remain simple&lt;br /&gt;when you try to manipulate the truth&lt;br /&gt;things can get out of hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumors should stay as rumor&lt;br /&gt;speculation is never good&lt;br /&gt;some victims never got their names cleared&lt;br /&gt;imagine yourself in the victims' shoes&lt;br /&gt;before you spread rumor abt them&lt;br /&gt;then consider if you should do so&lt;br /&gt;spare a thought for other's feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116203809127234484?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116203809127234484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116203809127234484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116203809127234484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116203809127234484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/honest.html' title='honest'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116196409690626499</id><published>2006-10-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:48:17.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th october is okay...</title><content type='html'>today was my free day~~~! meaning no school = no need wake up early~~~! but then ah mel got lesson at 0830 so she woke up quite early then i also body clock then semi wake up awhile. during the semi consciousness she told me our room power shortage ask me wake up try to call and ask people to come and fix. then she left and i continued sleeping. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(^(00)^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i woke up at around 9plus 10 like that because it got very stuffy and hot under my blanket. i kicked it off in an attempt to continue sleeping but it was impossible to continue sleeping amidst the stuffiness and some sneezing. so i just woke up, took my toothbrush to go wash up. on my way out i thought of trying my luck and turned the lights and fans on. IT WORKED~ tempted as i was to continue sleeping i know i had to study. bleah~&lt;br /&gt;did tutorial and studied... then because i brought it up, we ended up got play squash today, if not originally no one booked the courts one. heehee got sth to look forward to study harder... ended up rain for awhile just before mel go for lesson again (1hr before squash). one good advice: don't play squash barefooted... i ended up with blisters... but it was good la. but i think is because i sit there in the wind awhile Ms. Flu come and find me liao...&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went jp for dinner. chiong to post office first lucky haven't close yet. then we ate at banquet. man i must complain sia... everything was so expensive... hokkien mee was $4.30 walao... add 70cents more i can get another plate outside can. i so xin tong. so end up eat beef yi mian. haha same price but more special ma. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;then i was thirsty so i craved for bubble tea. volunteered to buy for everyone. but when i went to the shop. man it took me so long to finally get my order to her... and i never even got to have my drink right. she added yoghurt. argh~ end up rush to take train also never finish throw away my own money.&lt;br /&gt;runny nose.... nose runny....&lt;br /&gt;runny nose running.... running nose runny....&lt;br /&gt;can't breath....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116196409690626499?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116196409690626499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116196409690626499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116196409690626499'/><link 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thing i know i woke up to a surprise sound this morning... my message ringtone. 1 msg received all the way from london. ^______^ at first alarm ring i also refuse to wake up, but when i saw the message i willingly woke up and replied. nicey nice nice~  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i love my stupid dear~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/tatty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/tatty.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today MSE Club was giving out exam goodie bag. hahaha i was so damn excited to go and collect it but i forgot the date and location. i was so lucky, they were giving it out today just outside one of my lecture theatre for today. wahahaha~ got a singtel A4 notebook inside that is very nice... then got choc milk and sweet potato chip. oh yah got a free clear folder also. and the carrier was nice. the rest of the pamphlets inside ended up in the rubbish bin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i love goodie bags~~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is so my day. got to video call too... i'm loving today... but seeing him makes the heart yearn for more =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116178859015450085?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116178859015450085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116178859015450085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116178859015450085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116178859015450085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/wake-up-smile.html' title='wake up smile'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116167317658461129</id><published>2006-10-24T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:59:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>抱枕无忧？</title><content type='html'>原本要回宿舍，但是谁知道下了这么大的雨，结果又是要等雨停才能出发，有时在电脑面前浪费时间。玩到没有东西玩的时候就自己胡思乱想，想着远方的他是否也想念着我。昨晚做了个梦，梦里看见他和以为很漂亮的异性手牵着手高兴极了。怕梦会成为事实，却想相信他。但是他如果真地找到更适合自己的人，我会尽自己的制自祝福他。祈祷着这情节不会发生。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Tatty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Tatty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想着抱不到的他，手中抱着的只有他送的抱枕。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116167317658461129?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116167317658461129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116167317658461129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116167317658461129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116167317658461129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_24.html' title='抱枕无忧？'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116161456073101510</id><published>2006-10-23T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:42:40.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>why is it that when i try to talk nicely there is simply no similar response from him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116161456073101510?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116161456073101510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116161456073101510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116161456073101510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116161456073101510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116161380601673280</id><published>2006-10-23T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:32:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of goong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOGkDXvKMpA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOGkDXvKMpA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st video's song - parrot lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you again, just like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;my desire to see you just won't disappear&lt;br /&gt;you just keep appearing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;the more i comfort myself, the more i cry&lt;br /&gt;even if i rub away those tears secretly&lt;br /&gt;the memories are spreading to other memories&lt;br /&gt;making me cry with a painful heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret that i've only received&lt;br /&gt;will you forget me because i haven't given you anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.. i... i love you&lt;br /&gt;this is what i learned from you&lt;br /&gt;out of all the words and phrases in the world&lt;br /&gt;this has become my favourite phrase&lt;br /&gt;i mutter it to myself, as if i were stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry... i'm really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for these words that are too late&lt;br /&gt;i wait for you with no shame&lt;br /&gt;will you return tomorrow by chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.. i... i love you&lt;br /&gt;this is what i learned from you&lt;br /&gt;out of all the words and phrases in the world&lt;br /&gt;this has become my favourite phrase&lt;br /&gt;i mutter it to myself, as if i were stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry... i'm really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for these words that are too late&lt;br /&gt;i wait for you with no shame&lt;br /&gt;will you return tomorrow by chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/goong151a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/goong151a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/photo_255_1_1_no_225_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/photo_255_1_1_no_225_5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that the 2nd prince found her before crown prince... and he grabbed her go forest and hug her... if only he can be here with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another video with song one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZUxC_MqSP0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZUxC_MqSP0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116161380601673280?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116161380601673280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116161380601673280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116161380601673280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116161380601673280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-memory-of-goong.html' title='in memory of goong...'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116159406963063794</id><published>2006-10-23T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:01:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gibberish retard</title><content type='html'>i can only feel sadness. time zone and time table if they become a factor anything else can too. email is strictly the only form of contact. i anticipate reading his email, yet i'm always depressed at its content. i try to put in effort to reply and make the situation better but it only got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i too naive...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116159406963063794?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116158245211119233</id><published>2006-10-23T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:47:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>退后 - 周杰伦</title><content type='html'>天空灰的想哭过&lt;br /&gt;离开你以后并没有更自由&lt;br /&gt;酸酸的空气 嗅出我们的距离&lt;br /&gt;一幕锥心的结局 像呼吸般无法停息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抽屉泛黄的日记&lt;br /&gt;榨干了回忆 那笑容是夏季&lt;br /&gt;你我的过去被顺时针的忘记&lt;br /&gt;缺氧过后的爱情&lt;br /&gt;粗心的眼泪是多余&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你我都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是忘了怎么退后&lt;br /&gt;信誓旦旦给了承诺&lt;br /&gt;却给时间扑了空&lt;br /&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是放手会比较好过&lt;br /&gt;最美的爱情 回忆里待续&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116158245211119233?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116150116787563818</id><published>2006-10-22T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:12:47.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the clock strikes 12</title><content type='html'>mimima~ mimima~ mimima~ mimima~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha mommy woke me up early in the morning to go find sinseh... the way she woke me up is so inhumane... )= she poke my swollen ankle then i ouch and jump awake... cannot sleep in today liao... then reach there that time the queue also damn long sia. ended up waited for 2+ hours before my trotter got attended to. got one auntie behind me jump queue then i abit buay song but dun dare say too much. then came a young malaysian couple with 2 noisy kids nvm, but the mother also very bitchy keep talking bad to the wife of the sinseh who is a bit eccentric. hai.. find her so mean. but the rest of the people sitting out there also bitch and laugh at the wife wif her. will have karma one orh.. these type of things better dun do too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh~ stomach hungry liao! tee hee hee at home can grow fat... actually grow fat fat no one want also good hor then can concentrate more on studying. no need to get so troubled with other stuffs. heeheehee best to be left alone can do whatever i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116150116787563818?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116150116787563818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116150116787563818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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that applicable to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that when u can't have sth u yearn for it more?&lt;br /&gt;felt like a wasted today and just slept away the whole day&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3pm to eat and then went back to sleep again until 9pm&lt;br /&gt;dinner also drink a bit of plain porridge no appetite&lt;br /&gt;fact proven doesn't show much but it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's his birthday today and i haven't wish him yet&lt;br /&gt;i do not know which tone i should use to sound normal&lt;br /&gt;all i could muster was a "enjoy urself" when he msged&lt;br /&gt;that was so lousy and corny coming from a girlfriend on ur special day&lt;br /&gt;no wonder he was in a rush to end the conversation&lt;br /&gt;guess i can only blame myself for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i wish very much to be treated as a princess for a day&lt;br /&gt;at least then i will feel like i mattered to people...&lt;br /&gt;no matter what everyone will pamper you&lt;br /&gt;i bet when a princess sprains her ankle&lt;br /&gt;everyone will flock over to show their concern&lt;br /&gt;especially her lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this everything will be alright again&lt;br /&gt;including me, i shall be stronger&lt;br /&gt;there are more unfortunate people out there&lt;br /&gt;no more mourning like as if i'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BAH~~~~~~~~~~~   PUI~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;~~ begone ~~ begone ~~&lt;/span&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/9575653-116145233835603454?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116145233835603454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116145233835603454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116145233835603454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116145233835603454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/princess-joke.html' title='princess joke'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116107036072079645</id><published>2006-10-17T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:32:40.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>after a long period of quarreling finally 雨过天晴 already... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday met shuxuan for lunch... then goodness 臭努人 saw me in the lib come see i unaware come and scare. hahaha and she says she only rems her own smelliness when i ask her to 给我记住.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling slightly feverish now... but hope it will get better. wonder what it's like at home already. sth is wrong with daddy... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got another person bdae this week... another hole in my pocket liao. this sun got a very important person birthday also, too bad the distance is too far to be there for him personally. maybe i might get sth later and try sth agn. hope it works this time round. it kinda sucks if u keep getting ur stuff lost in the mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116107036072079645?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116107036072079645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116107036072079645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116107036072079645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116107036072079645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116099717078993132</id><published>2006-10-16T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:12:50.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>innovationation exhibition 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/SP_A0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/SP_A0528.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recommendation by chup then i also nth better to do so i went to check out the innovationation exhibition at expo. heh met mel at tampines late for 10 mins. then we take 31 go expo only to be told later that need to walk freaking far. gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never go and rem the hall of the exhibition so we lost our way and walked from hall 3 to the 7-eleven there then approached the SOS salesgirl for help before walking back to hall 3 further down abit. =S we were all carrying our book in book out luggage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to see alot of tech things... from old to now. then the old telephones really damn cock. haha and i saw old old mac monitors. one of it got the d drive below the screen. then i was saying if u eject ur disc, it will look like the mac sticking out its tongue. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw alot of cool stuffs that mostly make use of motion sensors. got one when ur leg go there the words on the floor will move. then got a game to push the projected image balls into designated holes jus by sensing the motion of ur hand. then got program that can detect ur emotion when u speak into the mic. oh and the coolest thing was like minority report like tt. ur hand not touching anything then u jus move it in the sensor region and the screen projection will show u something moving with ur hand. and got a fuel powered handphone by NEC that looks very futuristic. cool man. i wonder what the future tech will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm den aft tt we went to eat malan lamian. i nv order food jus the barley only. sch sell 30 cents they sell $1.50. i almost died looking at the price. but i had a great time eating the ice. since i paid for it must finish everything including the ice. tt's me with 3 ice cubes in my mouth, which turned numb for awhile afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116099717078993132?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116099717078993132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116099717078993132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116099717078993132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116099717078993132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/innovationation-exhibition-2006.html' title='innovationation exhibition 2006'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116099632718103969</id><published>2006-10-16T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:13:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first blood donation</title><content type='html'>i went for my first ever blood donation on friday at NTU student activities centre (SAC) with mel and ben. the queue was kinda long when we reached there. and i was on an empty stomach... so with my stomach growling i registered for the blood donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stage 1: filled out their forms and then they gave this sticker! ah mel lai ang cannot donate. at first she wants to bluff her way through see can a not but i let the cat out of the bag so she stage 1 cannot clear liao. =X my bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00125.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSC00125.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stage 2: after that there was another queue before the counter where the assistants record our particulars into their system. so we waited here for some time... then finally when i thought it will be my turn the person let a pre-registered person to go before me. because they register earlier so can jump queue. bleah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stage 3: queue up again to wait for the medical officer to check our blood pressure and body temperature. my bp was 115/72 and temp actually reached 37.2. think it was because i got a bit flu ba so temp higher i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stage 4: another queue yet again this time to test ur blood. so the lady need to take a sample of our blood and drop it into a beaker of copper sulphate. she pricked me (ouch~) with the "thing" then she used a small pipette like sucker to take my blood sample. she kept squeezing my finger to get the blood out for her to suck into the pipette. and she really is squeeze and squeeze. bleah~ then she finish with her sample liao she gave me a ball of cotton to stop the bleeding at my left fourth finger. ask me hold onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stage 5: wait for our turn to draw blood out liao. ah mel can only accompany us until the starting of the queue only. because further in the seats are quite packed she also dun dare to ying4 ying4 sit with us. so she borrow ben tut sit outside and do. diligent girl sia~ anyway while waiting ben say cotton balls look like eyeballs. so we experimented and got the frankenstein below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00126.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSC00126.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but when finally wait until my turn to draw blood. i damn gan jeong. she ask me sit on the ah gong chair then she pass me a soft pumpkin ball and tried to find my vein on my right arm... cannot find. so she move the thing to my left arm... also cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;auntie: girl i cannot find ur vein leh. i think u better dun donate la hor. if u wan go back raise dumbell next yr then come back agn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like sian diao lor.. den as if to make me feel better she say the pumpkin give me free can bring home. hai den i jus pick up my stuff and find ben on another ah gong chair and tell him the news. damn he laughed. den i went out find mel tell her the news. she laughed too. i tell anyone anyone also laughed at me. kns~ but i have the pumpkin on my table now. freaking orange pumpkin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116099632718103969?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116046513751124636</id><published>2006-10-10T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:25:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cappucino = yucks</title><content type='html'>damn low morale today... regretted drinking the cup of cappucino early in the morn because i ended up with no appetite and feeling nauseous. then when i was resting in between material science and physics tutorial, i heard some people bitch about a pageant nominee which i suspect to be myself. (why? they mentioned hall12) hai`&lt;br /&gt;already not feeling well then tutorial don't understand still have to put up with this kind of things. sucks... so i after that i just become very sullen and bad-tempered during physics tutorial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116046513751124636?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116046513751124636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116046513751124636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116046513751124636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116046513751124636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/cappucino-yucks.html' title='cappucino = yucks'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116041660405557104</id><published>2006-10-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:56:44.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARLEY~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSC00111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me riding on a real HARLEY DAVIDSON motorbike. no gimmicks, just the real thing! wahahaha cool right. eh... huiqi took this photo for me, but they should be sending me a better quality photo of me on the HARLEY soon ba. look at it, i look so puny on the bike. teeeheeeheee~ ain't that cool. bet u guys never try before leh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now went down after dinner for a publicity thing. decorated the amphitheatre with colorful light bulbs and lanterns for tml's mooncake festival cum exam supper. got free goodie bad so must go. some more i want to take a photo of the beautiful lights. oh man, it was really so nice but i never bring my camera with me when i went there la. so tml night, hopefully the pictures will come in. tonight busy pia study no time to upload photos... ^3^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116041660405557104?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116041660405557104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116041660405557104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116041660405557104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116041660405557104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/harley.html' title='HARLEY~~'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116029772629559827</id><published>2006-10-08T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:56:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neighbourhood not safe</title><content type='html'>last week, i forgot to mention sth very scary because i was too excited abt my new k800i... i just bought my new hp from a nearby store and was walking back to my block to get sth from my mum. goodness i heard sth like an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; drop on the ground somewhere quite near to me, the splatter and stuff. i thought i was nothing so i continued walking. then another egg dropped again and it's like as if someone is doing it on purpose. so i looked around but cannot see is who throw... then got an auntie stay in my block walking back also. she saw the egg dropping. then she said she was walking from the block behind when someone throw a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from upstairs down. omfg~ and its a small knife which landed very near to a red car.&lt;br /&gt;like this next time walk past there have to be very careful liao... that time got hall fren tell me his block also got &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;siao ting tong&lt;/span&gt; take knife chase after a school girl. then the police shot twice in attempt to stop him. kaoZ~ then yesterday mummy told me ah fang auntie got a fren who's block got police come catch &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;siao ting tong&lt;/span&gt; also, but different block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt; i'm praying damn hard it's not because of the proximity of my house to the hougang chalet. because so far i still haven see any police in my block other then that time got ah pek always pee in the lift. gosh~ that was an awful period to go through. everyday the lift also got a big puddle of urine. though now still have but not as often liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;p/s: yesterday i saw got handphone roadshow at compasspoint. jesus christ. my phone is cheaper by 150 bucks if is 21 mths upgrade with singtel. i starhub so maybe can save 50 bucks. wah lao... see already is really damn dui la~ then ahtingJIE keep reminding me about the phone i lost and the V3 i trade in not worth the price also... of which both she also paid for. bah~~~~!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116029772629559827?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116029772629559827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116029772629559827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116029772629559827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116029772629559827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/neighbourhood-not-safe.html' title='neighbourhood not safe'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116029597021113681</id><published>2006-10-08T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:26:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt; 导盲犬小Q &gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>yesterday i saw this dog at the kopitiam... its owner (an uncle) was ordering packet chicken rice, while it sat at the border of the inside of the coffeeshop very quietly looking at its owner. it did not budge at all unless someone walk past and he felt like he was in their way then he will shift himself a little so that he will not be blocking the passage way.&lt;br /&gt;the most interesting part was when its owner suddenly moved out of its sight blocked by another chicken rice stall customer. the dog really got frantic. it got up look left and right and keep turning around to see where is its owner. the scene was really cute... and it was about to walk away to search for its owner when suddenly the uncle emerge from the crowd. so the dog having found uncle resume to sitting down quietly to wait for him again.&lt;br /&gt;when the uncle came out of the stall, it was so excited to be able to move off, so it lifted one fore leg and bend it to ask which direction they are moving to. oh man the dog was so damn cute. too bad i never bring my camera phone down then... if not could have taken a video. makes me wan to watch ah mel (borrowed from Jo) Quill even more now. &lt;&lt; 导盲犬小Q &gt;&gt; here i come~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116029597021113681?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116029597021113681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116029597021113681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116029597021113681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116029597021113681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='&lt;&lt; 导盲犬小Q &gt;&gt;'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116015098506371479</id><published>2006-10-06T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:09:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood donation drive / singapore chinese orchestra / korean thingy / random stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;blood donation drive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week there is a blood donation drive at school. we were discussing about it when Cindy suddenly say i don't have above 45kg cannot donate blood. heeheehee and there i was so happy telling them i am above 45. then i came home today and weighed myself... i lost a few kilograms... hope i can still donate blood. last time always no one want to accompany me go donate blood together. this year manage to find kaki already can go liao~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what's my blood type liao, but ah mel say O- very rare. i thought i was O- initially but now i'm not sure. last last yr went to check before but i forgot liao. STM (short term memory)... i just pray that i can donate la... so eager to try it man. oh ya! haha Pam actually tried to donate before then her blood stopped flowing halfway through the session. lol and the doctors/nurses present all panick. bleurgh~ the half packet of Pam's blood got thrown away in the end. they should have just let her infuse it back even better right... so wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;singapore chinese orchestra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today SCO came to ntu auditorium to perform... i was very interested because of shuxuan's influence, so i went down to watch and it so happened that huiqi was also an ex-CO member. she was quite glad to accompany down so we went and sat there to watch. due to some other reasons, mel decided to come along too with benny, liyan and nicole. lol then the 2 of us reached there quite early and had to chop seats for mel's gang whom came late as they were having lunch before that. we were like drop dead embarrassed as people came in and keep asking if there was anyone sitting on the seats we were chopping. haha so i had to call mel and kind of pressed her to reach faster. whooops~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the performance was really very professional. as compared to that time our guitar syf, i feel like a big fool, embarrassing myself in front of the judges. their volume control was damn good. the auditorium was so huge and they did not render help from any microphones at all to project their music. gosh it was an eye-opener really. made me itching to pick up piano again. and that reminds me how poor i would be if i were to take up piano lessons... oh no~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;korean thingy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man! that day some friend of a friend mentioned that koreans start going for facial at the age of 13, inclusive of both boys and girls, because it is part of their custom. sia la... no wonder u see all their complexion so flawless maciam tofu like that. so jealous... recently i got a lot of pimples popping on my face to remind me i'm still in my youth. then i also starting to watch this korean show dunno what gong what one la... but the story is about a prince got betrothed to his enemy classmate. then in the end they fell in love that kind of stuff and the political matters in their palace. hmmm... prince charming wor. a real prince. but not handsome. only complexion damn good nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;random stuffs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is mid-autumn festival. previous years usually i would be out playing with candles on this special night. but tonight the air ain't that good because of the haze and there is no one to accompany me to play candles le. last year that one already flew to london liao... so sian. i was thinking about bringing sparklers to play at hall. hmmm...? will people laugh at us childish? anyways the haze is damn bad. i can't even make out very well the building opposite my block from my corridor. and it is only one small road across not too far. damn and when i tried to take pictures using my camera phone it turned out very bad also. (no cable at home... to upload pitures when i return to hall. use handphone blog scarli turn out to cost a lot...) it is really jialat loh. i take can only see the fog sia. so happening. oh and i can't find the moon just now when i was determining how bad the haze was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw ivan is cooking rice now and he anyhow added a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;random amount of water&lt;/span&gt; to cook the rice. also he is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chopping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not cutting) &lt;/span&gt;carrots and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shaving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not peeling)&lt;/span&gt; potatoes... to me it sounds like he is chopping someone else's fingers and shaving their hair. i bet the rice will turn out burnt too. i'm feeling worried for his housemates' stomachs tonight... goodness gracious~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116015098506371479?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116015098506371479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116015098506371479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116015098506371479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116015098506371479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/blood-donation-drive-singapore-chinese.html' title='blood donation drive / singapore chinese orchestra / korean thingy / random stuffs'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-116011702514690761</id><published>2006-10-06T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:43:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- the end -</title><content type='html'>Hoooooray!!! wahahahaha my lab report finally completed and submitted nicely le. ended it nicely with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The End -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the bottom of the last page. kekeke happy thing is it is done. but sads thing is my lab group people like all also very kiasu all do until like nicer than mine. then some more got print color with school logo at the front. haix~ i still thought come uni can slack le... in the end like still being pressurised by muggers around. especially the guy who looks like jay zhou, he super kiasu and mug can... wonder if my honours will come to me soon... hmmm? maybe i have to fight harder liao. cannot so slack le.&lt;br /&gt;got someone always never do homework orh. somemore got 2 weeks never submit lab report le. cannot be influenced by her. instead i should be more hardworking go influence her. hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-116011702514690761?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/116011702514690761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=116011702514690761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116011702514690761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/116011702514690761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/end.html' title='- the end -'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115998391856627547</id><published>2006-10-05T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:45:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study + Mug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/0/image-upload-4-716707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/300/image-upload-4-716707.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Studying until very sian... Some things happened... Low morale... No mood... May tend to say things that hurt at this kind of moment... But i can't concentrate very well on my work also... Sucks... Really very sian...&lt;/span&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/9575653-115998391856627547?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115998391856627547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115998391856627547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115998391856627547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115998391856627547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/study-mug.html' title='Study + Mug'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115997215918490421</id><published>2006-10-04T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:29:19.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jcrc investiture</title><content type='html'>just now went down after dinner to attend the jcrc investiture. eh how to say leh, the thing had some cock-up along the way but i thought there was good effort put into it especially since it is the 6th jcrc first event. it made me learn how to appreciate the past school events that i have been to where there was really minimal problem along the way.&lt;br /&gt;sat there and stone for awhile until my butt also pain... and it made me think about hall friends... i'm still not used to it. where u come here and make friends that won't really last long. maybe people u might keep in contact with but not really those true friends. i dunno whether u understand what i mean. nvm... must jiayou in the sub com from now on le ba. cannot be so slack! hai~ gambatte ikimasiou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115997215918490421?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115997215918490421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115997215918490421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115997215918490421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115997215918490421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/jcrc-investiture_04.html' title='jcrc investiture'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115994310475955020</id><published>2006-10-04T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:25:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to pia</title><content type='html'>die suddenly i feel like i'm damn slack... missed so many lectures and those few tutorials. hope i will be able to catch up soon... trying hard to finish my lab report by this friday. i never knew it would be so hard to do a lab report using microsoft word. bet if i use handwritten it would be done faster but it won't be as neat. humph~ must burn more oil and talk lesser rubbish already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115994310475955020?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115994310475955020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115994310475955020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115994310475955020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115994310475955020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-to-pia.html' title='time to pia'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115986842140983112</id><published>2006-10-03T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:40:21.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not posting overseas agn/</title><content type='html'>fuck. damn sian... last week recess went to weave those pen stuff to give ivan. then still rush down to jurong point singpost to check if can mail it down and purchase stamp and all that. hell in the end the pen also never reach him. damn sian now... fuck. waste my efforts.  what the hell... i'm not posting anything else overseas again. curse the fellow who rip my envelope apart. may his hands rot so bad...&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115975145483073092</id><published>2006-10-02T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:10:54.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated happy children's day~</title><content type='html'>i forgot about children's day yesterday... =( and i bet all the children are enjoying their break from school today. lucky i stay hall if not i will be in the midst of the absence of children in school today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115975145483073092?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115972163850075452</id><published>2006-10-02T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:53:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new handphone, new worries</title><content type='html'>i am finally back in hall... grr just now kena pang seh -_-" but turn out ok la... i also managed to post my first blog post with my handphone. muahahaha cool eh~ but then i come back hall got alot of problems trying to synchronise my handphone with my laptop. kinda sucks. hopefully i try tml it will work la. happy go lucky de ma... haha like as if the thing will work by its own tml. =\ maybe tml den see how loh...&lt;br /&gt;now need to charge phone for 8 hours very sian. damn excited can't wait to get my hands on it and play man. 3.2 MP camera, 3G function and 100 bucks over budget... so my pocket now got a very huge hole in it. time to watch my expenditures again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it not weird how people these days seem to depend so much on their handphones? i dont remember much people's contact numbers these days other than those few closer friends... and then when i lost my handphone that time, it was almost like the end of the world. i was so scared and stuff... then after some time when i really sat down and think about it, handphone was invented for our convenience to reach out to people, to shrink the space between people. but why is it we depend on it as if it's our life?...&lt;br /&gt;and nowadays people are more willing to spend more on their handset than as compared to maybe 5 years back? so if they lose it, it is equivalent to losing a small fortune and their precious contacts... who knows when they will be able to get back all the old numbers of some long lost friends stored inside the phone. and when u forget to bring your handphone out, it feels like there is a lot of inconvenience so much so that you already cannot live without it. i wonder is this reliance excessive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115972163850075452?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115972163850075452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115972163850075452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115972163850075452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115972163850075452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-handphone-new-worries.html' title='new handphone, new worries'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115970932605459393</id><published>2006-10-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:25:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting at outram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6334/828/0/image-upload-80-725421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6334/828/300/image-upload-80-725421.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Waiting with mel at e mrt station to go to hall. Haha uncle train please come soon :)&lt;/span&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/9575653-115970932605459393?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115970932605459393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115970932605459393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115970932605459393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115970932605459393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/waiting-at-outram.html' title='Waiting at outram...'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115968937842789894</id><published>2006-10-01T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:56:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting new handphone loh~!</title><content type='html'>YAY~ ! i can change handphone loh! muahaha considering between N72, N73 or W810i... just now had to call up starhub hotline to check whether i can upgrade a not. haha above 21 months loh. neh neh almost had a scare when ahtingJIE say only 12 months need pay extra 100 bucks then refuse to let me buy handphone. retard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115968937842789894?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115968937842789894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115968937842789894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115968937842789894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115968937842789894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/10/getting-new-handphone-loh.html' title='getting new handphone loh~!'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115960345370563071</id><published>2006-09-30T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:04:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk cock</title><content type='html'>bloody hell... it's the beginning of yet another ever long weekend staying at home doing nth. it's been long since i last lazed in bed (when i'm not sick) and refuse to get up for awhile too long. and today i thought i might just do so until sicko ahtingJIE woke me up by her usual irritating method... so i blarrdy hell got up very reluctantly and went down for lunch with mummy and ahtingJIE. and then it started to rain. ha~ shouldn't have got up right. how nice it would be to sleep in in this weather. so after lunch i got back i was unable to sleep already... instead i have been playing a marathon of solitaire and spider solitaire until my eyes also a bit cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;if you were in my shoes, would you go?&lt;br /&gt;standing in between my family aka parents and him.&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to make a choice between him and home&lt;br /&gt;but if i were to do so who would i choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love a person, will you torture them with the same choice too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffering from weird nightmares recently...&lt;br /&gt;how should i decipher them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;anyways... i shall go back to my game now. managed to solve a few rounds of 2 suit spider solitaire plus a few consecutive rounds of solitaire. =) i'm getting better at it. about to go off and read comic le ba. mel borrowed me "一公升的眼泪" which is not a series so it's only this one small book that i brought home. mel say it's a very touching story. so can't wait to get my cock-eyes on it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i remembered it's about time i go and take my basic theory test soon. hui kel and mel like all taking practical already and i'm still stuck at basic not passed yet. grrrr got to put more effort into things i do ba. somehow it seems these days only half my heart went out to things i do. even eating also don't interest me as much these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115960345370563071?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115960345370563071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115960345370563071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115960345370563071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115960345370563071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/09/talk-cock.html' title='talk cock'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115947363854079672</id><published>2006-09-29T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T04:00:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brooding over sth</title><content type='html'>went k-box on wed... muahahaha~ and i got pic! (mel and me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/20-09-06_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/20-09-06_1350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;actually i oso got record one of the nicer vocals during the session but i think i accidentally deleted it already. what a waste~ see maybe my next k-box session then record. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm would you rather&lt;br /&gt;hold a stranger in your arms close to you&lt;br /&gt;or be seperated from your love ones by great distance?&lt;br /&gt;either one seems difficult enough to make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance, is it bliss anymore?&lt;br /&gt;whichever way&lt;br /&gt;there's a weird feeling of confusion within me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends or foe&lt;br /&gt;who would you rather hurt&lt;br /&gt;but who DO you usually hurt afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno just woke up with this tied up feeling in my chest so i thought i'd come online and blog something. the hall room quite stuffy now, feeling a bit uncomfortable. hopefully it's not the spirit of fever agn... bless me with the knowledge to finish my physics tutorial. oh please, let me gain enlightenment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115947363854079672?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115947363854079672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115947363854079672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115947363854079672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115947363854079672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/09/brooding-over-sth.html' title='brooding over sth'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115928546261666251</id><published>2006-09-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:44:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purchase check</title><content type='html'>one good advice to all out there... ALWAYS always check whatever you buy after making purchase and leaving the store. got cheated twice already!!! heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went out for dinner with mel and hui... initial plan was to go Jurong Point makan KFC. but when we reach there the place was so packed with people that we gave up and decided to take away go back hall then eat. so they did the queueing while i go and settle my stuffs first... and we met up at the mrt there to take bus go back hall together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we happily happily take bus go back without checking the content of the takeaway plastic bag. all the way back chit chat chit chat also never realise. i kope fries eat oso never notice. until we sit down at the tv lounge and started eating then hui cannot find her fish ole. SIAN 1/2~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time i go jurong point buy shoes oso got the wrong one. then cos i in a hurry i never check properly before leaving in the end have to make the extra trip. hai~ sicko service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115928546261666251?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115928546261666251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115928546261666251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115928546261666251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115928546261666251'/><link 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everyone just smile smile dun dare say anything. cos really very diao~! and then ahdi and ahting just keep saying i very lame... bleah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115928059600395177?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115928059600395177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115928059600395177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115928059600395177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115928059600395177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/09/anyone-treating.html' title='anyone treating?'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115912718540990215</id><published>2006-09-25T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T03:46:25.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want chinese tea~!</title><content type='html'>today 一家人 had dinner at Junction 8 fei cui because mummy manage to get a $50 voucher from somewhere. bro and me were both hungry and thankfully we enjoyed prompt service as soon as we arrived at the counter. however..... mummy and ahting took forever to decide what they want to eat ( i bet they took nearly 1/2 hr) and there was the argument (mostly done by ahting) regarding which tea we should be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;background info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- chinese tea = pu'er or xiang pian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- ga pou = chrysanthemum tea + pu'er/xiang pian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- pu'er = pu lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waitress: what drinks would u like to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ahting: chinese tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy: ga pou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ahting: i dun wan i wan chinese tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy: ah ok lor up to u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ahting: i want chinese tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: why not pu lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ahting: i dun wan i wan chinese tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i wan pu'er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ahting: i dun wan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: pu lei u got drink one at home got buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ahting: i dun wan!!! i wan chinese tea!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitress: pu lei is chinese tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ahting: i dun wan pu lei!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wan chinese tea!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-_-" i was very diao there... took every one of us a lot of effort to finally convince her (after we finish arguing abt pu'er (aka pu lei) she still cant hear us telling her it is chinese tea so we changed to) xiang pian is chinese tea. though we had a good time laughing at her "stunt" throughout dinner. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115912718540990215?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115912718540990215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115912718540990215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115912718540990215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115912718540990215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-chinese-tea.html' title='i want chinese tea~!'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115911083537200010</id><published>2006-09-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:13:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>知足</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSCN3602.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;为什么人往往要等到失去了才学会珍惜？&lt;br /&gt;拥有的时候时不时会觉得厌烦，&lt;br /&gt;但是没有的时候又那么的想念。。。&lt;br /&gt;下一次见到他我会学会更珍惜吗？&lt;br /&gt;还是过不久又会重蹈覆辙呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我非常期待等到你回来的那一天&lt;br /&gt;但是在这段时间内我希望&lt;br /&gt;你会记得我&lt;br /&gt;我也会记得你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暂时距离遥远&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼睛想着你&lt;br /&gt;暂时&lt;br /&gt;足够了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;似乎孤单北半球的歌词&lt;br /&gt;想念。。。&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/9575653-115911083537200010?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115911083537200010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115911083537200010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115911083537200010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115911083537200010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='知足'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115910865557574976</id><published>2006-09-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:17:48.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hall 12 publicity first banner is up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.a2.yahoofs.com/groups/g_18678262/72b3/__sr_/185b.jpg?grtX.FFB4zxyqOZ9"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 257px;" src="http://us.a2.yahoofs.com/groups/g_18678262/72b3/__sr_/185b.jpg?grtX.FFB4zxyqOZ9" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joined the publicity sub com of hall 12... forgot i mentioned it yet or not. this is the first banner for JCRC investiture we painted and i think it is damn good. honestly got quite fed up with the way it runs past week but it's all over... i'll just try harder. basically the layout, design and shading of this first banner was mostly done up by one of the SADM student in the sub com. he is really good. afterall i joined the com hoping to learn sth and i've learn quite some bit about coloring from him. i just can't shake the sickening feeling when they ask me to propose layout and in the end always choose his ideas... guess i just still have a lot to learn.&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/9575653-115910865557574976?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115894135136225756</id><published>2006-09-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:09:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden realisation</title><content type='html'>it should be around 5pm there now... thanks for taking the effort to travel 1 hr down just to talk to me online. took me some time to realise and appreciate that. hope the pub event goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115894135136225756?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115894135136225756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115894135136225756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115894135136225756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115894135136225756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/09/sudden-realisation.html' title='sudden realisation'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115890120263152589</id><published>2006-09-22T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:00:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one less person who stick up for me...</title><content type='html'>came here today for the sake of blogging sth. don't really have alot to write about anyway. though i suppose i should mention something about him flying off, i cant find myself able to write much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     13 hours flight away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     8 hours time difference, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     with a whole new city to explore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     a new life to live out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     living in a condo in the heart of london,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     and not any nearer to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;many people don't believe this kind of relationship will work out. well, i have my fair share of fears... his friends said some sad yet meaningful stuff to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to adapt to the new spaces of time i have now and deal with the things coming in. the silence of my handphone now can get so deafening sometimes, reminding me of his absence. and nowadays i cling onto my email more than anything else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm sick. constant headache. just recover slightly from fever. pray nth else comes my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115890120263152589?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115890120263152589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115890120263152589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115890120263152589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115890120263152589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-less-person-who-stick-up-for-me.html' title='one less person who stick up for me...'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115754823724412976</id><published>2006-09-06T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:10:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath</title><content type='html'>what i had hoped to be an eye-opener was somewhat a success in making me know more about how a certain part of our society works. the dinner and dance was wonderful especially how everything ended. both the hall king and queen were from Archilles!!! haha i'm the only one from there without a title =D but i'm cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the fact that i got Shine's new face really turns me off. deep down inside me i know that they chose me because yayun rejected them. and the most ironic thing was i was the clown during practice cat-walking like a penguin and they even said that i am not what they were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how did i turned out to be their new face? hmmm~ that's for you to ponder already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got to know that a hall senior actually commented that i joined the hall pageant and then regretted so it was like i only put 1 leg in that sort of thing. when i heard it i got really upset. i mean really REALLY upset. first i dont even know him and second i hadnt thought me regretting was much of a problem for anyone since i didnt let on much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some quiet thoughts i realised that i had been a troublemaker. i did regret very much joining this pageant thing but i also tried my best to cover it up so that it wont affect our trainings much. maybe i just wasnt that great at covering things up and i showed my fox's tail... refusing to dye hair, unable to let loose myself to dance and perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway things work very differently in the world i got myself submerged into the past few weeks and the one i originally believed i live in. now i live in confusion unwilling to step into reality yet unable to ignore it and continue staying in my make believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115754823724412976?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115754823724412976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115754823724412976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115754823724412976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115754823724412976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/09/aftermath.html' title='the aftermath'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115744402093797978</id><published>2006-09-05T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:13:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagg</title><content type='html'>i've got alot of things going through my head these days. and i've also got alot of lectures and tutorials to catch up on. so i cant say much but i miss the good old days where everything was simple and nice. ignorant days, but why not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115647944827739651</id><published>2006-08-25T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:17:28.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not a monkey in a cage.</title><content type='html'>yesterday wasn't exactly my day. because there was training. what first got my mood lousy was seeing 2 seniors don't know talk what about me when they see me. the situation was like they walk past me i wave to the one in front then the 2 behind hide behind her and then whisper something. then after we passed each other i looked back they were still saying something looking at me. angry. regardless what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the pageant thing is also damn fucked up. one whole long story. all the clubbing dancing shaking cat-walking wear heels wear make-up act sexy act bitchy act bimbotic hold hands hold waist wear low low short short reveal as much as possible force everyone to conform kind of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already lost my eyebrows. they are now in the process of growing back. god knows how long that will take. i'm so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part during training will have people walk by curious see what you are learning. i feel like a chimpanzee taught how to do tricks so that the trainer can put us on stage to entertain the audiences and earn money. especially when all the trainings are in enclosed area with window opening. then we have to do everything the trainer says if not we'll be scolded or disciplined. and if we diligently follow instructions then we will be treated nicely and sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115647944827739651?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115638110996737687</id><published>2006-08-24T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:58:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a (no series of) unfortunate event (no s)</title><content type='html'>somebody bite me. i lost my whole precious pouch that i was willing to spend so much for and loved very much. gone along with it was my giro ezlink card (the 2nd i lost), panasonic vs2 handphone with alot of precious memories and my housekeys. i only reported lost of the 1st 2 items to my mum. the 3rd i thought it would be safer for me not to reveal to her if not i would have lost my head too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky weihong work in starhub before. so he gave me a number to call and i could get a free replacement sim card. wahahahaha~ phew! but then the phone is really lost. so i will be using the old one mama gave us. i'm am so lucky for tt. so now i'm able to use back the same handphone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm alone in my hostel room trying to get myself down to studying. i swear i will study hard to make up for my lack of intelligence. and my bank is running out of money at the rate i'm spending money. have to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. 1 more thing. right after i lost my handphone, i sent out an email to everyone i have in my email address book to get their contact numbers. am i glad that people actually did reply and i get really cute ones and concerned ones. peiqi cursed the thief to get rotten hands. haha!~ then there were a few other close ones who wanted to know if i changed number and remind me to update them. keke~ love my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115638110996737687?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115583684987199938</id><published>2006-08-18T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:47:32.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos again =)</title><content type='html'>one of the games in hall 12 freshmen orientation camp. 2 photos all of which i look extremely spastic. i asked mel why and she said she dunno. so i concluded i was born with a spastic face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Hall%2012%20FOC%202006%201239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Hall%2012%20FOC%202006%201239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Hall%2012%20FOC%202006%201251.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Hall%2012%20FOC%202006%201251.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went far east for clothes fitting in the evening. ended pretty late so we catch our dinner at nana thai restaurant. then i cant finish the rice so they turn into this...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Picture0001.jpg" alt="" 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/9575653-115583684987199938?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115583684987199938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115583684987199938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115583684987199938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115583684987199938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/08/photos-again.html' title='photos again =)'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115575246631382724</id><published>2006-08-17T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:28:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can bite</title><content type='html'>i felt very lost when i first came to ntu. i thought the feeling will go away soon but up till now i'm still feeling the same... my tutorial class still no friend. lectures i only know seraphine who is in 2 same lectures as me. then the rest i just go alone leave alone walk around school alone. i used to crap alot. now there is no one for me to crap with. its like no one appreciate the art of crapping here. i feel lonely. i feel sad for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the pageant thing is not getting anywhere. i mean it is fun la when trying on clothes and got sponsors for alot of things. but i just feel like i dont belong. i dont drink and club. but they do and like to do so. and alot of things got clubbing theme which is god-knows-what to me. everyday i come back after 1 worn out with the urge to throw everything i see out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i'm so used to the feeling of not fitting in. anyway it was my idea to join this thing. eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today i bought 2 pairs of shoes total $70. and the stupid person give me the wrong pair of heels which i need more than the neckermann one for the catwalk thing. damn. i feel so darn broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another early day tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115575246631382724?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115575246631382724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115575246631382724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115575246631382724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115575246631382724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-can-bite.html' title='i can bite'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115566804147205869</id><published>2006-08-16T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:54:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures = 1000 words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Picture0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my makeup on last saturday for the photo shoot at far east =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Picture0021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the back of my head... it's like a rooster arse. cuck-a-doodle-doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Picture0024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a stall i saw at lao par sa today when i went there for dinner. i never know i sell sugar cane juice lor until today sia. my chinese name is 圆圆。~LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Picture0026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, ivan in his uniform which he says is the only chance he got to wear it. so i took a picture =P&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/9575653-115566804147205869?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115561086290410185</id><published>2006-08-15T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:01:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>杨丞琳的歌</title><content type='html'>ok ok the following are excerpts i like from songs in her latest album. parts and parcel of the song but i felt they speak it all. the songs are nice. so if you haven listen to any yet it's a loss la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;庆祝：&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当年的你什么都怕 怎么会变成了警察&lt;br /&gt;你不是说永远不嫁 暂时生了个胖娃娃&lt;br /&gt;我们都在偷偷的长大 把简单都变的复杂&lt;br /&gt;当初最简单的梦就别忘啦 !! 喔~鸣~喔~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个梦都得到祝福 每颗泪都变成珍珠&lt;br /&gt;每盏灯都像许愿的蜡烛 每一天都值得庆祝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;芥末巧克力：&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;芥末巧克力 眼泪一滴 甜蜜无比&lt;br /&gt;放嘴里 滋味霹雳无敌 会上瘾 尝一尝在来一口&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜直达心头 加上芥末 感动能呛到月球&lt;br /&gt;芥末巧克力 耍耍任性 装装甜蜜 101 大声说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;My Honey 你说说可不可以&lt;br /&gt;芥末巧克力 量身特别设计 只为你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;失眠的睡美人：&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;睡美人想着谁想到失眠&lt;br /&gt;空荡荡是你给我的堡垒&lt;br /&gt;我不说只希望你能了解&lt;br /&gt;就算没有王子 想你在身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;睡美人想什么想到失眠&lt;br /&gt;我愿意 拥有公主的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;安静的等着你每一夜&lt;br /&gt;喜欢就是这样 酸酸甜甜 的滋味&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115561086290410185?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115561086290410185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115561086290410185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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my time will be gone and i will be left here alone with too much free time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a clown for every single session of the pageant catwalk training. and now we have to learn a dance. it's like teaching a wooden block how to shake. ~argh i just hope i'm not creating trouble for the organizers because they have to like put in more effort to teach me everything. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the makeover and photo shoot last saturday was fun. maybe people are right... i shouldn't have joined in the first place... shaking butts and clubbing all that is so not me... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if got people read this anyone want to go rave this saturday to support me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115560255155269492?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115526073887779391</id><published>2006-08-11T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:45:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pageant competition</title><content type='html'>my gawd/ tonight i'm going to a professional modelling agency to receive proper training to catwalk for the hall pageant thing. i still cannot believe i got shortlisted for it but then again they all already say the hall pageant thing got no standard so anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we had this catwalk training provided by our own seniors first, and throughout the session everyone pageants were like asked to walk up and down and up and down -_-" until everyone also seh~. furthermore the girls had to wear heels that were at least 3" high. oh my gawdy god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i think there will be a bash kind of thing at "rave". a club i think. then need to get votes -_-" then i really don't know where to hide my face already. i mean what if like nobody want to vote for you right. so malu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the supper after that with the hall 12 people was fun. everyone just literally went crazy!!! our og was the last group to leave the city harvest kopitiam... and we had already missed the last bus. so we siao and walk all the way back to hall: like marching with the same hand and foot, stepping on the slippers of the person in front of you etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that kept my mood not too high, i choose not to talk about it =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115526073887779391?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115520177548627461</id><published>2006-08-10T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:22:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foto food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Picture0013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my filet-o-fish from last week... nice ain't it? especially the smiley face i drew with ketchup on top. i did it very patiently okay!!! hehe and it's not chili because i can't take hot food. then the photo itself has proof that it is really from McDonald's because got capture the blue word prints on the paper wrapping the burger stating very clearly that it is filet-o-fish. Woahahahaha~ kinda became my favorite foto food so it got onto my desktop to furnish it as wallpaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/400/Picture0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my brunch today at hostel after arriving too early for my afternoon lecture. slowly unpack still got so much time. teeheehee... honey stars with pink strawberry milk. in the nice nice melamine bowl with cover i bought from Value$ shop (@ $1.05) and my favorite white color plastic spoon which were used by my siblings and me when we were really young. so it has kind of a long history already. but coincidentally it goes damn well with the color scheme of the melamine bowl leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115520177548627461?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115520177548627461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115520177548627461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115520177548627461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115520177548627461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/08/foto-food.html' title='foto food'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115517784799786241</id><published>2006-08-10T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:44:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of a land...</title><content type='html'>my Life Science lecturer is a good storyteller too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Far away from the continents and in the middle of endless ocean lived a land peacefully for hundreds of millions of years. Nature evolved there in a unique system due to complete isolation from the rest of the world. Native species discarded evolutionary adaptations that deter predators. When there is no enemy, why spend money on defense budget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snails had no shells; plants had no thorns; birds were not skilful flyers and were happily nested on the grounds; the plants were defenseless because there were no goats, pigs, and deer; the insects were abundant and not aggressive, spending peaceful life in sucking honey from the flowers and in exchange pollinating them; the trees coexisted peacefully because no one wanted to grab the lion share of sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this peaceful sun-bathed island came the Polynesian voyagers. The hunters had easy time in killing the flightless birds. Along with the voyagers came some rats hiding in their boats. The rat population flourished on the defenseless ground-nesting birds. In no time the big flightless birds and the small ground-nesting birds were extinct. Recently in 1778, came Captain James Cook with his pet goats who had good time feeding on the native plants. In 1880s, mongoose was brought in to prune the mice and rat populations. Pruned they did indeed, but they also pruned the native birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came some Argentineans, and along with them came some ferocious ants that had no difficulty in wiping out peace-loving native insects. Pollination suffered, and many plant species became extinct. Along with some Kenyan guests came Jackson’s chameleons, the colorful Kenyan lizards that enjoyed dining on the shell-less snails and insects.  Just the other day in 1937 came a group of guests from Tahiti, who brought a beautiful ornamental tree miconia as a gift. Soon the tree was renamed by the locals as ‘green cancer’ because the trees with their dense foliage grabbed the lion share of the sunlight thereby eliminating many small plants and mosses that anchor soil and hold rainwater. As a result, landslides eroded soils from the hillsides to the shallow coral reefs that helped sustaining fish and marine populations.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know the name of the land where it happened? This is the true story of the famous islands of Hawaii on the Pacific Ocean.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115517784799786241?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115517784799786241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115517784799786241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115517784799786241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115517784799786241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-of-land.html' title='the story of a land...'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115491359776333788</id><published>2006-08-07T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:38:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hostel room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0008.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0007.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0012.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0011.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steady ba... this is pretty much how it looks like after i cleaned up the hostel room and we unpacked. top left is my table empty like anything. whereas mel's table already looks very much occupied. =| i'm a girl with little possessions i guess. ~shrugs and the bottom 2 is obviously our stash while staying here. energy food that keeps us alive for late nights. ~teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous week was the hall orientation that left us totally shag when we return wee in the night. on the first night, mel and i watched her VCD until 4plus am in the morning before any of us felt enough tired to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; night, i had to rush down to town to meet ting for facial... which left my face with alot of red spots =X but at least now my complexion is so much better ~keke i love my sister =p then when i came back hui was here!!! but we all slept pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;night i forgot what happened... nananana~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night got Counterstrike. we were playing with laser gun with missions to complete. my og lost both missions. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was SP night, where we have to reveal the identity of the Secret Pal... i got a pretty nice guy but too bad he was only interested in dota so we didn't have much common topics to talk about. so the thing ended pretty weirdly. ~hem i got my SP to pick flowers for me and then run 5 rounds shouting he loves Daisy. XD because our nick was donald and daisy duck. after that there was fright night at sentosa... which i hated the black ghost sticking his long tongue out and staring at me with so big eyes that seem unfitting on his black oily face... that got my legs turning jelly. by the time i reached hostel, it was already 5 i think. in the day we had lots of beach games at siloso beach leaving many of us with sand abrasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i overslept woke up late then join them for games. did not attend the freshmen talk. and left early to meet ivan because it was our anniversary... we had dinner at Pariss International as a punishment for me since i did not prepare any gift for him. the food wasn't exactly all fantabulous though the variety is there and there is alot of seafood.. but because i got selected for the pageant thing i had to be back at night which got ivan kinda crossed as it was too late and we ended up quarreling agn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115491359776333788?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115491359776333788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115491359776333788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115491359776333788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115491359776333788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-hostel-room.html' title='my hostel room'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115479928691826511</id><published>2006-08-06T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:35:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Believe - Good Charlotte</title><content type='html'>this is a good song, especially the music video. it is very thought provoking especially in the present day world. two thumbs up to the album "The Chronicles of Life &amp;amp; Death".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjO2TjtKMIc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjO2TjtKMIc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There’s a woman crying out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Her world has changed&lt;br /&gt;She asks God why&lt;br /&gt;Her only son has died&lt;br /&gt;And now her daughter cries&lt;br /&gt;She can’t sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown another day for all the suits and ties&lt;br /&gt;Another war to fight&lt;br /&gt;There’s no regard for life&lt;br /&gt;How do they sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;How can we make things right&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna make this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe(x6)&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all the same&lt;br /&gt;Human in all our ways and all our pains&lt;br /&gt;(So let it be)&lt;br /&gt;There’s a love that could fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;(Let us see)&lt;br /&gt;Let forgiveness wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;(What we need)&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows what they are searching for&lt;br /&gt;(We believe)&lt;br /&gt;This world is crying for so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe(x6)&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe(x5)&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this world is too much for you to take&lt;br /&gt;Just lay it down and follow me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;In everyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe(x6)&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115479928691826511?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115479928691826511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115479928691826511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115479928691826511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115479928691826511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-believe-good-charlotte.html' title='We Believe - Good Charlotte'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115410658481246177</id><published>2006-07-29T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:09:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hostel room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSCN3753.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSCN3752.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left: view from door; right: view from window)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSCN3754.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSCN3756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left: the bed; right: the corridor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSCN3761.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the shoerac&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3751.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/DSCN3751.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the wardrobe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;honestly, i think the room kinda look like a jail room. firstly because it is a tinge bit too cramp. second there is only 1 window in the room. chicken backside mcnugget... dunno leh i just don't like the feeling when i'm inside, it feels somewhat very restrictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really hope hostel life is not going to suck too bad. the seniors were lame when we went there. and i bhb-ly allowed one of them to help carry mel's bag when he offered. lol~ simple price to pay to cheat us 40 bucks each to go to their freshmen orientation camp (FOC) right?!?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;someone: "of course!"&lt;/span&gt; hehe so in short i am clever to let him carry the bag ;) in fact, so very clever. hur hur~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired liao... post another day soon i hope.&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/9575653-115410658481246177?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115410658481246177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115410658481246177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115410658481246177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115410658481246177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hostel-room.html' title='my hostel room'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115402112768512092</id><published>2006-07-28T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:25:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally BALLOON-EY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3741.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSCN3741.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i received a present. yes! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;a &lt;u&gt;balloon&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; and a bunny one too! i can't believe my eyes when i saw it but&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;wow~ &lt;/span&gt;and i so love it. man i'm gonna cry my eyes out when it goes flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3738.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSCN3738.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me parading with the bunny balloon!!! i'm a darn proud balloon owner &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;aka balloowner&lt;/span&gt;~ whahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3746.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSCN3746.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my brother totally adores the balloon. SEE~ he's idolising it...&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/9575653-115402112768512092?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115402112768512092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115402112768512092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115402112768512092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115402112768512092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/07/totally-balloon-ey.html' title='totally BALLOON-EY'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115393382520906242</id><published>2006-07-27T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:10:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you read THE crystal ball?</title><content type='html'>i have always felt that it takes a psychic to read me. i know i am one hard person to fathom and i can't blame everyone else for not being able to read my mind for they are not psychic. however sometimes i can't help but lose to the frustrations when i'm unable to communicate yet another dysfunctional emotion i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... bah bah bah bah bah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115393382520906242?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115393382520906242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115393382520906242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115393382520906242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115393382520906242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-you-read-crystal-ball.html' title='can you read THE crystal ball?'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115388556134000370</id><published>2006-07-26T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:46:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loopholes and reflections</title><content type='html'>i had a very long and funny dream last night... it was full of loopholes as to why it is so and yet many points for me to reflect on my own character recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on a bus with a bunch of people and boxes of fishes which we were on our way to put back into the ocean. the sequence of events that followed are the most ridiculous that i had ever dreamt of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole trip was still uneventful until when one of the guy suddenly slipped into one of the big boxes of fish while trying to be funny. all of the fishes inside started attacking this one hell of a stupid guy biting and tearing his leg apart. he got pulled under the water by the swarm of fish and drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while the in-charge was trying to calm people down, one of us noted out that a girl was missing. so people start to get nervous and worried about themselves not the girl and there was commotion throughout the bus. at this time, the guy next to me showed me his video cam that he just retrieved from somewhere. it was playing a video of the girl that was missing being forced underwater by a pair of hands. the face of the evil-doer was not captured in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl being drowned then was making some signs at the blinking red light of the camera when she realised it was there. with those clues she left me and the guy managed to figure out who was her murderer. as soon as we figured that out, the guy packed his stuffs back into his backpack and threw it out of the bus window, after which he jumped out of it too. right then they found the girl dead in one of the boxes with transparent side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the in-charge has already lost control of the situation. and i had this fleeting thought that if i want to live i would have to follow in the path of that guy who left. so i too got my bag and threw it out of the window. just when i was about to hurl myself out of the window, the one that we figured out to be the murderer out of the blue held onto my ankle and pulled me back into the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only after much effort that i managed to successfully jump out of that damn bus window and land on the road unscathed. but the problem now was we had already reached a somewhat secluded road with little, almost no, traffic yet it was crowded with people and the roadside was littered with alot of used handphones. i had to run back and look for my bag which i had thrown out a long distance earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ran like a mad woman weaving through the crowd to reclaim my bag, sole purpose to get back my handphone and call for help. but i ran once through the length of the road unable to locate it. at this moment i ran into the guy before. i had to ask for his help, but he appears not to know me. thinking he had already lost his mind, i gave up on him and continued looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw joanne and mel, people i know, obviously i can seek their help. joanne then was holding onto her phone so i asked if she could call my handphone so that i can find it. she willingly obliged and i miraculously found my handphone, and a distance away was my bag unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then joanne's phone rang and it was the manager of the whole trip. he was looking for me and would like to know if i'm with her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what the hell how could he have known her no.?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so instinctively i furiously shook my head and shake my hand indicating don't tell him i'm with her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what's wrong with this trip man...the whole thing is so fucked up. what did the manager want?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at first she was still mouthing "but he has her number and will keep calling to harress her". i was thinking of fleeing the scene too, but in the end she ended the conversation with the manager insisting she don't know where am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i can heave a sigh of relief and we all head towards the nearest McDonald's. i was unaware that they were with a company of people including several philippinos in the buddhist nuns' robe all the way until we reached the fast food restaurant and sat down, when i found out that all the seats were occupied at their table and i was the only one left seat-less. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(alright, why me again?!?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up feeling damn relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Afterthought:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wonder is there a reason why it is joanne i met and she hesitating for that moment whether to help me or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why i never thought of calling someone for help with my handphone like ivan or my family to let them know about my situation?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok the murderer was someone i know and don't really like is that the reason she was trying to kill me too? why am i afraid of her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the philippino nuns why were they there? it's so weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and of all things why should i dream of myself without a seat in McDonald's eating with my friends? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;though i do always worry about feeling left out by my friends..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of all the things that could kill man why fish?!?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why i'm so stupid to board the bus when i don't even know it's destination [-___-]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115388556134000370?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115388556134000370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115388556134000370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115388556134000370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115388556134000370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/07/loopholes-and-reflections.html' title='loopholes and reflections'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115366898338012817</id><published>2006-07-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:36:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so lucky</title><content type='html'>today my boyfriend cooked dinner for me to eat... and unlike other days, i feel like the most fortunate girl on earth~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115366898338012817?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115366898338012817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115366898338012817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115366898338012817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115366898338012817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-lucky.html' title='i am so lucky'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115323675642833026</id><published>2006-07-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:32:36.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to get out?</title><content type='html'>time to look up all my friends since i finally have time of my own... and maybe pick up one or two more skills. i wonder how all the rest are doing out there. no more about myself only... catching up can be tedious when u have forgotten to keep in contact for a long time. but i really do wish to cherish the people i have come to known during this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to pick myself up and go on ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115323675642833026?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115306073685684356</id><published>2006-07-16T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:38:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzles</title><content type='html'>i feel like a puzzle refusing to let people around me solve. i try to look strong, unfathomable. i build a facade around me now. i refuse to let on what is going on inside my mind. i don't let people understand me. i can't let you in. for you will see how vulnerable i really am inside . and i don't want that to happen. for i am an artichoke. we artichokes were made to be this way. so i will smile to everything that comes my way.  even if it is tearing me up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i might abandon this blog again soon. but who knows when i'll be back again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115279106141881131</id><published>2006-07-13T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:44:54.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah bah bah bah bah</title><content type='html'>imagine u say u care abt someone then when she says she's not feeling well all u do is play game? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115279106141881131?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115279106141881131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115279106141881131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115279106141881131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115279106141881131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/07/bah-bah-bah-bah-bah.html' title='bah bah bah bah bah'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115251483211624522</id><published>2006-07-10T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:03:59.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恶魔在身边</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/etsfb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/etsfb4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/local_ZkcG_175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/local_ZkcG_175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime after i watch this kind of taiwan 偶像剧 i will feel very weird... because the people inside always manage to find someone who they love and love them back and they love each other that kind of thing. but when i look at real life it seems that the guys are never as nice, gentle and understanding as they depict them in the dramas... even though i thought i am stronger than before but i still cried until like nobody's business during the part when the male lead going to leave the girl and go paris. the situations just seem so similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-115251483211624522?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/115251483211624522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=115251483211624522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115251483211624522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/115251483211624522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_10.html' title='恶魔在身边'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-115244855420864142</id><published>2006-07-09T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:35:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恶魔在身边</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/Picture0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-114985911991700624</id><published>2006-06-09T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:18:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puny earth</title><content type='html'>there is 2 people. A and B, both of whom i'm not close to. alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know A during my secondary school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know B during my JC 1st 3 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i never saw them talking before. and today, tadah tadah~ i saw both of them. Holding hands ok. i was so damn shock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world can just get so ever small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the feeling is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;茫茫人海中，偶尔有这样的奇遇也不错&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://melliu.diaryland.com"&gt;i found mel's blog url..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-114985911991700624?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/114985911991700624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=114985911991700624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/114985911991700624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/114985911991700624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/06/puny-earth.html' title='puny earth'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-114968231143445752</id><published>2006-06-07T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:11:51.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after work today.. poor poor me</title><content type='html'>god am i pissed. imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see a girl wearing denim skirt knee length and a green top carrying 2 (yes TWO) huge plastic bags of KFC and McDonalds near Hougang Mall. &lt;em&gt;it's damn obvious she's being so fillial to buy dinner back for her family after work.&lt;/em&gt; she starts running towards the bus stop as the bus 161 stopped in front of it. she cant run too fast because of her skirt AND the damn fast food. yes.&lt;br /&gt;and as she was reaching the bus stop, the bus slowly turns out of it towards the main traffic. she desperately raises her hand to flag the bus with one of those heavy loads. but the indian bus uncle pretend not to see. to make matter worst 161 frequency very slow. can wait for half an hour then they come. (F**K!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then pouted and continued walking past the bus stop towards home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl is me. and i hate that uncle. hur~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s not i want to complain but i walk 15 minutes from office to tiong bahru mrt already. then i stood throughout the journey to hougang not to forget at outram in between need to walk a distance to switch train okay. and then and then i buy dinner already still have to walk home from hougang mrt. another 15 minutes walk. what the heck. from the moment i left office till i reach home i was already standing for 1.5++ hours. totally not worth it when i could have spent it on shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-114968231143445752?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/114968231143445752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=114968231143445752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/114968231143445752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/114968231143445752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-work-today-poor-poor-me.html' title='after work today.. poor poor me'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-114959718944280603</id><published>2006-06-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:22:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suki buffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0021.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0026.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0034.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/Picture0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/200/Picture0023.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala~ i watched X-Men and Over The Hedge already!!! tralala~ thanks ivan for bringing me. We had suki sushi lunch buffet before the latter. and we made very sure we ate enough to make it worth paying the price we paid. look at the number of plates! muahahahaha~ look at our full till bursting faces... we played with the complimentary honeydew pieces before we ate them up into our near to explosion tummy. there were some dishes that we tried and didn't like.. they all end up in the chawamushi bowl neatly covered by a stained perfume towel by me ;p (&lt;a href="http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/miss_zhuzhu/slideshow?.dir=/59fbscd&amp;.src=ph"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/miss_zhuzhu/slideshow?.dir=/6338scd&amp;amp;.src=ph"&gt;see the story of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mr happy and mr sad&lt;/span&gt; here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-114959718944280603?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/114959718944280603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=114959718944280603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/114959718944280603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/114959718944280603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/06/suki-buffet.html' title='suki buffet'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575653.post-114959535148936991</id><published>2006-06-03T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:05:19.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the wonders of singaporeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/1600/DSCN3613.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/195/320/DSCN3613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at this pretty mess i found at junction 8. exit from the GV theatre and you would see this. incredible man. to think got people 吃饱没事做 go and do this kind of thing. i would have joined in the fun lor.. except for one simple fact that the sill was already fully occupied. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9575653-114959535148936991?l=sorryifarted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/feeds/114959535148936991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9575653&amp;postID=114959535148936991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/114959535148936991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9575653/posts/default/114959535148936991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryifarted.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-of-wonders-of-singaporeans.html' title='one of the wonders of singaporeans'/><author><name>misszhuzhu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuEopDd0juY/S8CfTxKHlLI/AAAAAAAAGTM/I29EMPMl7b0/S220/F1010016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
