<?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-6718669</id><updated>2011-08-29T06:16:37.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certified Toro-holic</title><subtitle type='html'>The title fully describes who and what I am.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>466</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-4478045633782737183</id><published>2008-07-19T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:00:56.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ehs, it's damn tiring to keep 2 blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, like I even blog in them. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm shifting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to my &lt;a href="http://jellybabybeanie.livejournal.com/"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope I remembered to lock the important entries. =X&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/6718669-4478045633782737183?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/4478045633782737183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=4478045633782737183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/4478045633782737183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/4478045633782737183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-lah.html' title='Lazy Lah'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-8749391327267084086</id><published>2008-06-15T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:37:30.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>I wish so hard that this is all a joke, but now I know it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that I'm breaking my more-than-a-year-long blogging hiatus for you? You must be am chio-ing like nobody's business, at having so many people turning up for your wake, and now my broken hiatus for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lam, just 3 years of knowing you in SU just isn't enough. I wish I had more chances to talk to you. I miss your smiles. I miss your laughter. I can't stand knowing you won't be around at our future gatherings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how the Stupong always makes so many faux pas, and I bet you'll laugh your 大头 off up there when you see me asking where you are at our future gatherings. So! That's why I asked Jodin and Alan to remind me not to shoot my mouth off at the start of anything. Wish me luck! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand looking at our picture. It hurts so bad, do you know that? I wonder when the truth will finally sink in. But you'll always live on in our hearts, for now, and forever more. As in the letter I wrote to you: "This isn't goodbye." It never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/SFQFofNP-7I/AAAAAAAAALw/F55_NDp4VEk/s1600-h/IMGP3480+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/SFQFofNP-7I/AAAAAAAAALw/F55_NDp4VEk/s320/IMGP3480+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211796861904485298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blatantly PS-ed, but then again, you were always the king of PS. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow, it'll be the last time all of us will be seeing you. After tomorrow, you won't be physically on this earth anymore. I can't promise we can be strong seeing you go into the furnace, but I can promise you that we will always celebrate your life in the days to come without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's see you go out in style for the last time, pong! =)&lt;/b&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/6718669-8749391327267084086?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/8749391327267084086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=8749391327267084086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/8749391327267084086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/8749391327267084086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-lost-friend.html' title='For A Lost Friend'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/SFQFofNP-7I/AAAAAAAAALw/F55_NDp4VEk/s72-c/IMGP3480+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-3142186915964644013</id><published>2007-09-17T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:29:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P., Yoona</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, God can be so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd made the effort to see how good you could've been. I don't know why I'm crying for someone I've never met, or even spoke to, but I'm glad that you're in a better place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R.I.P., Yoona.&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/6718669-3142186915964644013?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/3142186915964644013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=3142186915964644013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3142186915964644013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3142186915964644013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/09/rip-yoona.html' title='R.I.P., Yoona'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-6601751939200154407</id><published>2007-09-10T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:29:50.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You’re so freaking lazy! Can’t you do all that rubbish work yourself?! I barely have any idea what the hell I’m supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m getting so miserable at work now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-6601751939200154407?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/6601751939200154407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=6601751939200154407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/6601751939200154407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/6601751939200154407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-so-freaking-lazy-cant-you-do-all.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-2535096594934892299</id><published>2007-06-30T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:26:11.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are you so nice? T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-2535096594934892299?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/2535096594934892299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/2535096594934892299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-first-i-was-heartbroken.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-7779036583687069289</id><published>2007-06-25T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:52:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Moobs Is Getting Skinnier</title><content type='html'>I'm usually not one to be impressed by female singers that easily, but Ivy's really OMG in this song. The choreography's damn good, and although I'm not a big fan of her voice ('cos it's kinda too high-pitched for me), I've got to say she's a great performer. Maybe for this song only. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkNajk45SUg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkNajk45SUg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think her MBC Hollywood Bowl performance was better than this, but oh well. She's still good. =D Her facial expressions while dancing are fantastic. I don't know how she does it, but she syncs everything so well. And the dance steps are looooveee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plus Heechul's freaking funny at the start. Lol... I think I'm going to like the album this song is from. =P The song's super addictive, man. When I first saw her performing this song, I wanted to fast forward because I didn't like her voice, but the song was too addictive, so I stayed and finished watching it. Now I'm hooked. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Seungri's also a big fan of Ivy, which makes him my soulmate, 'cos he loves Lena Park too. WHEEEE... I love you, mangnae! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And speaking of good female singers, check out Younha man! I'm a huge fan of her, 'cos she's just amazing, full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wm4B5aQ2gKM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wm4B5aQ2gKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how does she make playing a piano and singing at the same time look so easy? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I taught myself how to read Hangul! ^^ Now for the understanding part. *sigh* Poor Mooby looks skinnier. His face is so sharp now. =( I should go stuff him with plenty of food. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-7779036583687069289?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/7779036583687069289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/7779036583687069289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/06/mr-moobs-is-getting-skinnier.html' title='Mr. Moobs Is Getting Skinnier'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-4859911392400609884</id><published>2007-06-04T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:01:28.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead, OK</title><content type='html'>Aish, my internet sucks to the core! Can Singtel just bloody buck up or something? I'm so lonely online, 'cos my MSN won't work! Even Web Messenger doesn't work for me too. *sigh* Lonely people do drastic things, 'k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like spoil their own external hard drive when they haven't even burned out the stuff inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm so stupid. Actually, I didn't even do anything to it. It just decided to stop working one day. I hate all my stuff! They keep falling apart!! I'll worry about it another time. I just hope that the stuff inside doesn't get deleted, or I think I'll just DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from my little shopping trip with Maopong, even though we didn't buy anything. Hahaha... But we tried on loads of clothes! Kinda therapeutic in a way. But kinda sad too, see how much weight I've gained from bumming around. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Linggie is lighter than me now!!!!!! That is not good ok!! Low Linggie, please gain back all your weight, I don't care! Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Maopong's stories and gossip are super entertaining. You should really get her to tell you everything she knows, 'cos that girl really has nothing better to do than stalk Friendster accounts and other people's blogs. LOL... She provides great entertainment though. And I know she loves me 'cos I provide great reactions to her stories too. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still bumming at home everyday, which isn't a good thing. SUUUUUUCCCKKKSSS!! I need a job BAAAAAADDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt; (let's see how many times I say that word in a post)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I met up with Jimmy and Yasin recently. The outing where everyone pangseh-ed us! -.-" Yasin, told you I suck at organizing outings already. *faints* Anyway, pics are with Yasin, so Mr. Sulaiman, if you see this, I want them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and many thanks to Jimmy who reminded me how to do the next step on the Rubik's cub, which I promptly forgot once I left his sight. Which is damn sad lah. Why's my memory so bad? One day must sit down with him and go through every step, make sure I understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; single one. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal Sports! Whoo, fun! Got lotsa eye candy, and finally got to meet my neighbour, who has pangseh-ed me 3 times 'til date. Lol... Never mind, I forgive him, 'cos I got to see 2 eye candies and made quite a few adorable friends: Melisa, whom I will never forget for giving me the wrong directions to CVSS, and Fitri, who's so scared of stalkers. She's one of the most adorable bungs I've ever seen lah. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! And not forgetting the adorable CVSS students too! Secondary school kids grow into puberty late man, I tell ya. This one kid was soooo freakin' cute, and he looked 1o years old when he was actually 14. AHHHH! Freaking' adorable lah!! Shuyi and I were going crazy over him. Hahahaha... We were going crazy over someone else too, but shan't say the name. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; back at SAFRA also going crazy over someone too lor. -.-" Still can keep rubbing it in today. Grrrr... I want the pics, Woo Maopong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish. But that Shai! One more time he pangsehs me, I'll... Actually, I don't know what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do to him, that irritating piece of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took lotsa pics at Thailand, and I think Xiaomei's dying to see them, but unfortunately, since my internet doesn't like me, nobody gets to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything.&lt;/span&gt; Happy? Hahahaha... Wait until it's sane enough to let me upload the pics then see how. And I was so proud of the pics I took too! T_T Probably could've gotten an 'A' if I was still taking Photography. Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's too soon for me, I'm really not ready for this.&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/6718669-4859911392400609884?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/4859911392400609884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=4859911392400609884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/4859911392400609884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/4859911392400609884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-not-dead-ok.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead, OK'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-981067982688557964</id><published>2007-05-18T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T04:01:18.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Nun! And lucky me!</title><content type='html'>I was just talking to my Thai friend online, and I don't know why, but I'm jealous. She gets to work at Golf &amp; Mike's concert tomorrow (which is technically today, since it's almost 4am already). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; she got to talk to Mike quite a lot, got to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I should be jealous though, seeing as how I couldn't care less who Golf &amp; Mike are. But I bet the G&amp;amp;M fans out there would be. =P But Mike's really cute (she showed me a picture)! Kind of lah. After I watched their video, I still don't know who's who, but I hope he's the black-haired one, 'cos he's still the cuter one. HAHA! I still like pretty boys! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos Golf &amp; Mike &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; have lots of fans. Nun (my Thai friend) had no idea they were internationally famous, but they are. They're about as famous as Kat-Tun and NewS. Maybe because I don't know how, but they sorta got lumped into the whole J-pop scene. Must be because they already look so Jap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, their voices aren't that bad, but come on, it's Thai music! It's really kind of the language that turns me off. So guttural. I watched one of the videos for their English songs just now, and it wasn't that bad. I would've liked to get that song, but I'm too lazy to look for it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It's the language again. Ultimately, they're still Thai, which sorta makes my hair stand, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be able to get over it in the future? I mean, 2 years ago, I despised the Korean language too, 'cos I found it too guttural as well. But I'm fine with it now. =) So maybe I'll become crazy over Thai pop 2 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. *shudders* So anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'LL BE AWAY IN BANGKOK FROM 18TH-21ST MAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long before I leave my house now. I'm the only one awake in the house, 'cos my dad's gonna wake up soon and get ready. He's gonna give me and Xiaomei and Isabel a lift to the airport. So nice of him. =) I don't think they know he's coming in a van. WAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! Don't miss me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-981067982688557964?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/981067982688557964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=981067982688557964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/981067982688557964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/981067982688557964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/05/lucky-nun-and-lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Nun! And lucky me!'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-9007435375517123036</id><published>2007-05-17T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T04:46:09.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is shorter, the hypotenuse or the whole length of the right angle?</title><content type='html'>So I met up with Xiaomei and Diana today. Did a lot of exercise, ok. That stupid Lao Ge made me walk from Orchard all the way to her house in Lavender, took 1.5hrs when we could've taken only half the time if she'd listen to me. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Friends' at her house and almost died from the lameness. Hahaha... Joey's hilarious, really. And I didn't realise until now that the video editors did a great job on the opening theme song. The visuals really sync with the song! That's what I wanna accomplish if (or when) I work as an editor. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a funny game of basketball at PLCC at night. LOL... We kept laughing, but I don't know what we were laughing about. One of the happiest times of my life though, playing basketball with my beloveds. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I got off the bus that I was taking with Diana, my husband, the spoonbilled stork stared me right in the face. It was actually a poster for I-dunno-what organization, but I wanted to burst out laughing anyway. I didn't, in the end, but I turned around to show Diana, but she wasn't looking. *sigh* Hahaha... I wish I took a picture though, but I don't think any of you will understand what I'm talking about. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;OK, BANGKOK TRIP IN ABOUT 24HRS TIME! WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my hubby dearly though. =P Ahhhhhh... Choi Seung Hyun! I'm missing you already! I've run out of BB stuff to watch, so fast. *frowns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-9007435375517123036?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/9007435375517123036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=9007435375517123036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/9007435375517123036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/9007435375517123036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/05/which-is-shorter-hypotenuse-or-whole.html' title='Which is shorter, the hypotenuse or the whole length of the right angle?'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-8478304725231166761</id><published>2007-05-14T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:20:41.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$93 Million</title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$93 million. I got $93 million in 'I'm The Boss'! And it's only the 2nd time I've played the game ok. First time I played it, I lost horribly to Jason, Kai, Vincent and their friend. Kai still said, "You cannot make it lah, you aren't shrewd enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your words, Kai. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Yasin and Shep are sick of me bringing it up, but I don't caaaaaaaare. Wahahaha... I'm happy, ok. I hate games like that, but I still manage to thrash people. How's that man? =D Hurhurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we played that game and some other weird games at Minds Cafe on Friday. Yasin says I got lost, but I didn't, ok. It's just that I don't know where's Minds at Boat Quay and walked one big round. Sucks, ok. I was damn tired when I finally found Yasin and Ethel. At least I wasn't as late as Grenn (on purpose one, ok), Shep and John. Stupid bugger has a car but can still end up late. This one really must kowtow to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other games we played at Minds aren't worth mentioning &lt;s&gt;(actually, I just forgot what they were)&lt;/s&gt;, the only one worth mentioning is 'I'm The Boss'. Because I won. That's it. =D Hahaha... If you not happy, you can &lt;s&gt;try and beat me at it&lt;/s&gt; quit this blog. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were damn noisy while playing the game. And we laughed like mad too. Hahaha... Hope we have another outing like this one. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Saturday, we finally went to collect my brother's com. Paid a freaking $120 for it. It better not crash on him again, or I'll really vomit blood. Argh. Then now I'm like $120 short for my trip. Like that how? T_T My pay will only come some time this week. I don't know when. Hope it comes before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my grandma's house later for an impromptu Mother's Day celebration. My aunts even bought a cake for her! Woots. Ate until I bursted. I know that's not a word, I don't care. I like to speak in broken Engrish even though I'm a CMM-er. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jellybabybeanie/pic/00008a5r"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jellybabybeanie/pic/00008a5r" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:franklin gothic medium;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My grandma! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jellybabybeanie/pic/00009r5a"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jellybabybeanie/pic/00009r5a" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:franklin gothic medium;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And a random pic of my cousin. Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. Yasin called up to psycho me into going to Keong's house. Wah lau. I actually didn't wanna go one. I thought there would be like soooo many Mantis and Radon people that I'd feel so left out, but ended up I only didn't know 3 people out of the 15 that went. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed overnight at Keong's old house. Wah lau eh, which normal person got 2 units in one condo?? But it felt like a chalet lah, haha... Only a chalet has more furniture. -.-" Played 'Taboo' and 'Monopoly' there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish, I sucks (did that on purpose too, ok, in case you start picking out my bad English. This is in memory of my Prog hubby, Wei Ping. =D) at 'Taboo' lah. I can't describe for nuts. T_T But I can guess very well ok! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thumb&lt;/span&gt; starts now!" - Jimmy. Laughed like mad whenever I see him say that and stick out his thumb. WAHAHAHA... Can die. Lol... He also taught me how to fix a Rubik's cube. I learnt until the last 3rd step ok! Not bad sia. I wanna go buy one now and start practising until I next see him, then can learn finish all. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thrashed them at 'Monopoly' ok! Woots!!! I hate that game too! Hurhurhur... =) Ok Yasin, I'll stop rubbing it in. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;WOOTS! I WON MONOPOLY OK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stomachaches! And it sucks that I keep getting them nowadays. Why's my stomach so weak? Wae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The crazy first love's starting to fade,&lt;/span&gt; but it's still there ok. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, Choi Seung Hyun, I'm still loving you to the moon and back! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&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/6718669-8478304725231166761?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/8478304725231166761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=8478304725231166761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/8478304725231166761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/8478304725231166761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/05/93-million.html' title='$93 Million'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-2477199562271254935</id><published>2007-05-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:37:30.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not As Havoc As My Brother</title><content type='html'>Erm, I'm supposed to update. Suddenly, I forgot what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I hate my hair. Like, really hate it. It's not that bad actually, but I just don't know how to style it, and it's driving me crazy. So much so that I very lazy to go out, 'cos I don't wanna style it. -.-" I should watch more DBSK vids, observe Jaejoong's hair like mad, 'cos it's similar to mine. I wish mine was like his though, his is longer, and it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school yesterday to have lunch with my daughter and grandbaby. Abby and Vonn-vonn lah. Lol... Had a really nice looooooong chat with Vonn and Alex. And seriously, Alex cracks me up like mad! Hahaha... So insecure about his looks that he kept trying to show us his pimple, his boxers, and made us sing along with him. Crazy. LOL! But anyway, yeah, I enjoyed the chat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vonn accompanied me to MediaBiz too, and for those who've seen the outside, they'll know there's this low wall that's ummm... Really low. But Vonn can stand straight under it, no problem! Here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/Rjdg_b-NJPI/AAAAAAAAALA/AeTgFIOCuAI/s1600-h/bLiP%281134%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/Rjdg_b-NJPI/AAAAAAAAALA/AeTgFIOCuAI/s320/bLiP%281134%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059619349330732274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:franklin gothic medium;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't be fooled by the picture, she's really standing at ground level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; reluctant to let me take the picture, so you must appreciate the amount of hard work I went through to persuade her to take this pic. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, there was a mini PF outing. Kristen's hair was really PUAHAHA, but mine's PUAHAHA too, so I can't say her. =P Listened to Rendall and Bobby (whoops, almost typed his name as 'Booby'. =P) talk about their troubles. Gossiped (no matter how many times I try to type this word, it still looks weird, so I hope this is the correct spelling) with Sa about CMM too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's another mini outing again, just the few of us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, there was the MMC outing, and this stupong here not only overslept her stop all the way to Commonwealth, but she also almost took the wrong NEL train to Harbourfront when she was supposed to go to Sengkang. Ok, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Had a great time with them as usual lah. =D Had lunch at Jack's Steakhouse first. My first time there was given to you guys! Wahahaha... Ok, lame. -.-" Then went back to school and goofed around at the SU booth. Elene loves skinship with me, I'm serious. She likes to molest me, especially. Those who are still in TP, please beware of her, thank you. Hahaha... Charlene comes a close second too. =P I know she wants to touch my brother. WAHAHAHAHA... Just kidding lah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our graduation robes and I'm gonna share it with Linggie. Lol... The colour's kinda ugly, grey and red, but the design's quite nice, actually. =) I felt like Harry Potter when I wore it. Apparently lots of people feel that way when they put it on, says the girl who was assisting us. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went crazy at Kbox later lah. Sang all those super old school songs. Hurhurhur... =) And nobody was allowed to be emo. WAHAHAHA... I ❤ you, my darlings. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! I'm going to Bangkok on the 18th with Xiaomei and her sis. WHEEEEEE... Gonna return on the 21st, just in time for my grad ceremony. Hurhurhur... I'm so excited man, can't wait. Shop like mad! Shop 'til I drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't really went out since Saturday. Lol... Staying at home is actually quite good too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/Rjr9CL-NJQI/AAAAAAAAALI/ou-SbTywWyE/s1600-h/lalala06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/Rjr9CL-NJQI/AAAAAAAAALI/ou-SbTywWyE/s320/lalala06.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060635345319437570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:franklin gothic medium;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I ❤ this guy. ^^&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/6718669-2477199562271254935?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/2477199562271254935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=2477199562271254935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/2477199562271254935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/2477199562271254935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-not-as-havoc-as-my-brother.html' title='I&apos;m Not As Havoc As My Brother'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/Rjdg_b-NJPI/AAAAAAAAALA/AeTgFIOCuAI/s72-c/bLiP%281134%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-8339875968030910187</id><published>2007-04-15T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:37:39.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Emo Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVUSBhUqKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XyuMOaKc-8k/s1600-h/bLiP%281132%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVUSBhUqKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XyuMOaKc-8k/s320/bLiP%281132%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054538825415829666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair short today. You'd probably think I did it to signify the end of life in TP and a new beginning without it. That's probably half true, I don't know. Actually, I just decided to cut my hair because I felt like it. Too bad it kinda looks sucky. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in front of my computer for a long time, thinking of what to write. Seriously, I really don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 6 days have been the most memorable ones in my life. Even though I envy the GLs for being able to make new friends with the freshies and amongst each other, I have no regrets, 'cos I got to know a bunch of amazing people as a Programmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maopong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 years since I first met you. Thanks for being there every step of the way. Your experience and advice in Prog helped me a lot in the past 6 days, and the late night talks and whispered secrets every chance we got kept me strong. Our favourite phrase: "Let's talk about this later." Words alone are not enough to describe what I wanna say. You put a smile on my face, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when I first met you, same as how I can't remember when I first met Mao, but the earliest memory I have of you is back in FOW/FOC 04/05, when you were the HGL of Neon. If you can remember when, tell me. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks too, for the late night talks and whispered secrets. I'm glad you trusted me enough to confide in me. I'll try to keep my promise to you as well. Thanks for offering to accompany me to do that one last thing on the last day, though I chickened out. I managed to do it later though. =) Maybe after this, we'll finally be able to be strong without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stephie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me what I need to know that night. =) Those Argon memories will always stay forever in my heart. Ooh! And the bitching sessions about your "course couple" too! Hahaha... Plus fangirling over Hana Kimi in the labs. =P I love you, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ga Zeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you've gone through since you've joined Prog, and I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to help improve the situation. I am and always have been on your side though, and I know you know it too. We go waaaay back to our Year 1 TPSU Subcomm days. =) In fact, you were the first person to intro me to Jodin! I'll miss you dearly. =( We'll have a Wah Lau Eh Gang gathering soon, I promise! And I'll make sure to invite our fanclub idol. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the fun and laughter in camp! Plus your precious hair-drier too! Hahaha... Sorry for hogging it that time. =P You're one of my darling freshies! ^^ CDC-CCC Polytechnic Bursary! HAHAHA... CIAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cuuuuuuuute, adorable girl! *pinches your cheeks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vonn-vonn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby! Your Ah Bu Bu will miss you so much! You're the best partner a Programmer could ever have. =) I really enjoyed that chat we had on FOC Day 2 while waiting for our first empire. =) Thanks too, for trusting me. Be happy! And let me know if anything happens. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Nu Er! You freaking lovely girl! I hereby transfer my Stupong title to you. Please carry on the Stupong tradition in TP! HAHAHAHA... Stop falling asleep with your mouth open, ok? It's so ugly! Hahaha... And make sure my Nu Xu takes care of you well. If he doesn't, I'll be the first to whack him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to Saf for intro-ing me to you, even though I got you into the worst club ever imagined. HAHAHA... I bet you loved I-Guides, didn't you? WAHAHA... Thanks for making me laugh all the time. Seriously, there's never a dull moment when you're around. =P I can't imagine life in TP without you man. I'll never forget our short-lived memories in I-Guides, as mascots, as subcomms in FO 06/07, and later Progs in FO 07/08. Even though I told you that I can't believe you're a law student, I'm sure you'd make the best lawyer ever. Just look at the number of times you shoot me and leave me unable to come up with a good enough comeback. -.-" You're the best bud a girl could ever have! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Glenn, Elene and Xiuhui, you guys did a wonderful job as heads! I’ll really miss you guys! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the other loveable peeps in Prog: Gary, Tom, John, Han Lin, Gen, Charlene (I know you have a crush on my brother ok! =P), Wei Ping (my beloved hubby, because you called me your beloved wife =P), Steven, Ridhwan, Hazwan, and even Kenneth who keeps bullying me, I love you all! I’m glad that I had the chance to know you in Prog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite bad about shooting that ‘Beautiful Girl’ during debrief all the time. I think she was going through some tough times personally, and nobody really needs other people adding onto their grief. Though I don’t think she really understood that I was being sarcastic back then, I still wanna apologize for being so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now back to recounting the memorable FOW/FOC events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) The unresponsive Zilton in FOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! It was so demoralizing trying to make them cheer! T__________T And Zilra was my favourite empire too! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2) Han Lin’s WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless, that one. Everytime I see him now, all that goes through my head is “What the fuck?!” to the tune of ‘Wind It Up’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) Crazy Progs and ‘The Call’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is the only subcomm you’ll find who sing National Day community songs at the top of our voices when we’re supposed to be having a debrief. =P Plus Shep’s MSN wink performed in real-life action that makes us crack up each time he does it, and ‘The Call’. I think Han Lin’s super afraid of that song now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4) PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I’d forgotten to mention him, didn’t you? =P Hurhurhur… Maopong ah, Maopong. I’m sorry I accidentally called him PP when I hugged him on the last night. HAHAHA… But seeing how he’s such a TTPP, I don’t think he’ll get it anyway. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5) Bitching sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SDC Level 1 and over supper. Really, we bitch about anything under the sun. WAHAHAHA… It’s fun, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6) Cam-whoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to be there for one cam-whoring session at the foot reflexology park that night. =P The rest of the time, I was always hidden in my sleeping bag, dead to the world. LOL! Mel almost stepped on me too, ‘cos she thought I wasn’t there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7) The Ngor Hiang cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai Hock has too much time on his hands. HAHAHA… Eh, Hock! How come Performance Night you were cheering without one slipper??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8) The ‘pleasingly irritating’ incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was revolting, yet in some way, fascinating, to keep recounting that incident. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9) Bookshop restocking sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Val, we are restocking our “sapalai”. =P We say that, but we still end up finishing all our food within 2 hours. It’s very sad lah! We gained weight instead of losing weight during camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda disappointed that there was no Final Clash, but truth to tell, I’m all for it. This tradition has become somewhat of a chore, and I don’t think anyone enjoys it anymore. Oh look! It rhymes! LOL… Wish there’s a new game that could become the tradition instead. Anyway, I was super sad that there were no opposite school or Tampines Central games! ARGH! They were the highlight of my life ok! Just think of the bubble tea and snacks we could’ve gotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBRhUqBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wsHM5nasWPg/s1600-h/bLiP%281121%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBRhUqBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wsHM5nasWPg/s320/bLiP%281121%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054535239118137362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Similar Slippers gang. Anti-clockwise from left (the one with the logo): John, Me, Mel, Val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBRhUqCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Cn36wU4-LQ0/s1600-h/bLiP%281122%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBRhUqCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Cn36wU4-LQ0/s320/bLiP%281122%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054535239118137378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hazwan in only his leggings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBhhUqDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0dYDBzVbihs/s1600-h/bLiP%281123%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBhhUqDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0dYDBzVbihs/s320/bLiP%281123%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054535243413104690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBxhUqEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O4ZQcO4VJ_Q/s1600-h/bLiP%281124%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBxhUqEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O4ZQcO4VJ_Q/s320/bLiP%281124%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054535247708072002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was (and still is) a traumatizing experience for me. =( He performed synchro swimming for me though! Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVV0xhUqMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Tu2pZEMvsEI/s1600-h/bLiP%281126%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVV0xhUqMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Tu2pZEMvsEI/s320/bLiP%281126%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054540521927911618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Ter's Mr. Darlie face, in case none of you managed to get him to do it during Hunt-gry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVURhhUqHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6fA8pPtj8vc/s1600-h/bLiP%281127%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVURhhUqHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6fA8pPtj8vc/s320/bLiP%281127%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054538816825895026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the Hunt-gry items was to drool over a beauty. This guy (and a few others) from Ophium really did it. Extra points! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVURhhUqII/AAAAAAAAAKY/EjLOtZajtEc/s1600-h/bLiP%281128%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVURhhUqII/AAAAAAAAAKY/EjLOtZajtEc/s320/bLiP%281128%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054538816825895042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Subcomms rawk my sawks. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVURxhUqJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AFhN88Uubew/s1600-h/bLiP%281129%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVURxhUqJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AFhN88Uubew/s320/bLiP%281129%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054538821120862354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beloved Proggers! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBxhUqFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z1ueCqDm_8Q/s1600-h/bLiP%281125%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVRBxhUqFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z1ueCqDm_8Q/s320/bLiP%281125%29.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054535247708072018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR8FRhUo9I/AAAAAAAAABA/7uGoxPqW50c/s1600-h/IMGP3417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR8FRhUo9I/AAAAAAAAABA/7uGoxPqW50c/s320/IMGP3417.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054301111860896722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These guys crack me up every time I go to Zilra. I love your pickup lines, and especially that pickup line cheer! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR8ExhUo7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zxFQPVQsEn4/s1600-h/IMGP3411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR8ExhUo7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zxFQPVQsEn4/s320/IMGP3411.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054301103270962098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR8FhhUo-I/AAAAAAAAABI/DJEFv4dQ3OI/s1600-h/IMGP3418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR8FhhUo-I/AAAAAAAAABI/DJEFv4dQ3OI/s320/IMGP3418.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054301116155864034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR8ERhUo6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gzm-dVjYYhA/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR8ERhUo6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gzm-dVjYYhA/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054301094681027490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_FRhUo_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/E9iJMK98zNE/s1600-h/IMGP3419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_FRhUo_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/E9iJMK98zNE/s320/IMGP3419.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054304410395780082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_FxhUpAI/AAAAAAAAABY/DN-vXlwbflI/s1600-h/IMGP3420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_FxhUpAI/AAAAAAAAABY/DN-vXlwbflI/s320/IMGP3420.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054304418985714690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_GBhUpBI/AAAAAAAAABg/wEQO4HabxXk/s1600-h/IMGP3422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_GBhUpBI/AAAAAAAAABg/wEQO4HabxXk/s320/IMGP3422.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054304423280682002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_GRhUpCI/AAAAAAAAABo/NyHAhoRZJOU/s1600-h/IMGP3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_GRhUpCI/AAAAAAAAABo/NyHAhoRZJOU/s320/IMGP3423.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054304427575649314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_GhhUpDI/AAAAAAAAABw/7I6LIsZjBL4/s1600-h/IMGP3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiR_GhhUpDI/AAAAAAAAABw/7I6LIsZjBL4/s320/IMGP3424.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054304431870616626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAtxhUpEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PR-MXGtrj6k/s1600-h/IMGP3425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAtxhUpEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PR-MXGtrj6k/s320/IMGP3425.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054306205692109890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; sleepy when we took this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAuBhUpFI/AAAAAAAAACA/LI_NdzuPz-w/s1600-h/IMGP3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAuBhUpFI/AAAAAAAAACA/LI_NdzuPz-w/s320/IMGP3426.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054306209987077202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAuRhUpGI/AAAAAAAAACI/qCsvfMGYV88/s1600-h/IMGP3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAuRhUpGI/AAAAAAAAACI/qCsvfMGYV88/s320/IMGP3427.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054306214282044514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAuhhUpHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Mvsw56C2awU/s1600-h/IMGP3428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAuhhUpHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Mvsw56C2awU/s320/IMGP3428.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054306218577011826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAuxhUpII/AAAAAAAAACY/Y4WpctI1w0I/s1600-h/IMGP3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSAuxhUpII/AAAAAAAAACY/Y4WpctI1w0I/s320/IMGP3429.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054306222871979138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M-M-M-M-C! Too bad Linggie hadn't arrived yet. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCShhUpJI/AAAAAAAAACg/11q2dFIk2WM/s1600-h/IMGP3430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCShhUpJI/AAAAAAAAACg/11q2dFIk2WM/s320/IMGP3430.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054307936563930258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCSxhUpKI/AAAAAAAAACo/wG6IEsvtZTo/s1600-h/IMGP3432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCSxhUpKI/AAAAAAAAACo/wG6IEsvtZTo/s320/IMGP3432.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054307940858897570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCTBhUpLI/AAAAAAAAACw/cUyjeu-_ZV0/s1600-h/IMGP3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCTBhUpLI/AAAAAAAAACw/cUyjeu-_ZV0/s320/IMGP3433.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054307945153864882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCTRhUpMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HVig7FDSHKA/s1600-h/IMGP3434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCTRhUpMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HVig7FDSHKA/s320/IMGP3434.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054307949448832194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCThhUpNI/AAAAAAAAADA/k4LYExtqF0Q/s1600-h/IMGP3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSCThhUpNI/AAAAAAAAADA/k4LYExtqF0Q/s320/IMGP3436.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054307953743799506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fang Yong! You cry too much! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEnhhUpOI/AAAAAAAAADI/PO7iuE8WqlY/s1600-h/IMGP3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEnhhUpOI/AAAAAAAAADI/PO7iuE8WqlY/s320/IMGP3437.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054310496364438754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEnxhUpPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Gq2wfMnNfq4/s1600-h/IMGP3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEnxhUpPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Gq2wfMnNfq4/s320/IMGP3438.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054310500659406066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEoBhUpQI/AAAAAAAAADY/_NMcEtsNVMI/s1600-h/IMGP3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEoBhUpQI/AAAAAAAAADY/_NMcEtsNVMI/s320/IMGP3439.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054310504954373378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ophium freshies! From the sub-empire I took for FOC's Hunt-gry. The girl in blue hair's really cute. For some reason, she suddenly hooked my arm and started chatting with me on the way to the bridge. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEoRhUpRI/AAAAAAAAADg/kXm5nSxhRqE/s1600-h/IMGP3440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEoRhUpRI/AAAAAAAAADg/kXm5nSxhRqE/s320/IMGP3440.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054310509249340690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEohhUpSI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z70DNR9xjuo/s1600-h/IMGP3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSEohhUpSI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z70DNR9xjuo/s320/IMGP3441.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054310513544308002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farhan's really freaking adorable lah! HAHAHA... He looks like a manga character, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSIshhUpTI/AAAAAAAAADw/adaxP5D05Tk/s1600-h/IMGP3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSIshhUpTI/AAAAAAAAADw/adaxP5D05Tk/s320/IMGP3442.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054314980310295858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSIsxhUpUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OfaakwIkBvY/s1600-h/IMGP3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSIsxhUpUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OfaakwIkBvY/s320/IMGP3443.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054314984605263170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSItBhUpVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CQrIIrRuJKI/s1600-h/IMGP3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSItBhUpVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CQrIIrRuJKI/s320/IMGP3444.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054314988900230482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSItRhUpWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1Ilk98nd63w/s1600-h/IMGP3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSItRhUpWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1Ilk98nd63w/s320/IMGP3445.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054314993195197794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSIthhUpXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nD54u3Vdq9Q/s1600-h/IMGP3446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSIthhUpXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nD54u3Vdq9Q/s320/IMGP3446.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054314997490165106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny lah, his eyes are half-closed. =P But my camera's flash is really bad. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKHBhUpYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f7-HC6RgqtI/s1600-h/IMGP3447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKHBhUpYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f7-HC6RgqtI/s320/IMGP3447.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054316535088457090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKHRhUpZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mdyZr_0KFRY/s1600-h/IMGP3448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKHRhUpZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mdyZr_0KFRY/s320/IMGP3448.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054316539383424402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKHhhUpaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8MZA7D8ZxvU/s1600-h/IMGP3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKHhhUpaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8MZA7D8ZxvU/s320/IMGP3449.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054316543678391714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKHxhUpbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/caQdJc8DFdE/s1600-h/IMGP3450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKHxhUpbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/caQdJc8DFdE/s320/IMGP3450.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054316547973359026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKIBhUpcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ev9qwcs4lSA/s1600-h/IMGP3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSKIBhUpcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ev9qwcs4lSA/s320/IMGP3451.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054316552268326338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't see it, but Raymond had his tongue out in this picture. It was GROSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLgxhUpdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nXPL8BkXGmQ/s1600-h/IMGP3452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLgxhUpdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nXPL8BkXGmQ/s320/IMGP3452.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054318076981716434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLhBhUpeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZRA49ZfrnvM/s1600-h/IMGP3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLhBhUpeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZRA49ZfrnvM/s320/IMGP3455.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054318081276683746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLihhUpfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xrKOfWnym2o/s1600-h/IMGP3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLihhUpfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xrKOfWnym2o/s320/IMGP3456.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054318107046487538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so sleepy he accidentally kissed me when we hugged. LOL! On the cheek lah! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLkBhUpgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8fRJ_JvDwwY/s1600-h/IMGP3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLkBhUpgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8fRJ_JvDwwY/s320/IMGP3457.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054318132816291330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLlRhUphI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KtdDjsbWJSU/s1600-h/IMGP3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSLlRhUphI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KtdDjsbWJSU/s320/IMGP3459.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054318154291127826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another eyes half-closed picture. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOtxhUpiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_LTqV9PKPZU/s1600-h/IMGP3461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOtxhUpiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_LTqV9PKPZU/s320/IMGP3461.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054321598854899234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOuxhUpjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/joZkauUO6Kc/s1600-h/IMGP3462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOuxhUpjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/joZkauUO6Kc/s320/IMGP3462.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054321616034768434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOvxhUpkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1Q8XJj3MccU/s1600-h/IMGP3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOvxhUpkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1Q8XJj3MccU/s320/IMGP3463.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054321633214637634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandbaby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOwxhUplI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VHAM2Ttv1x8/s1600-h/IMGP3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOwxhUplI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VHAM2Ttv1x8/s320/IMGP3465.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054321650394506834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOyBhUpmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DwMcqKDydng/s1600-h/IMGP3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSOyBhUpmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DwMcqKDydng/s320/IMGP3466.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054321671869343330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQvRhUpnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q0jbcLPStwk/s1600-h/IMGP3467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQvRhUpnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q0jbcLPStwk/s320/IMGP3467.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054323823647958642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQvxhUpoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eYKa8z_Cof0/s1600-h/IMGP3469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQvxhUpoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eYKa8z_Cof0/s320/IMGP3469.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054323832237893250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQwRhUppI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F77ewhOGOds/s1600-h/IMGP3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQwRhUppI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F77ewhOGOds/s320/IMGP3470.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054323840827827858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQwxhUpqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ELYyFjvNkv8/s1600-h/IMGP3471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQwxhUpqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ELYyFjvNkv8/s320/IMGP3471.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054323849417762466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQxBhUprI/AAAAAAAAAGw/F7cu38PaF4Q/s1600-h/IMGP3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSQxBhUprI/AAAAAAAAAGw/F7cu38PaF4Q/s320/IMGP3473.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054323853712729778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRqBhUpsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/shO6JkwhfFU/s1600-h/IMGP3474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRqBhUpsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/shO6JkwhfFU/s320/IMGP3474.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054324832965273282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRqhhUptI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PWRWi2xIFDI/s1600-h/IMGP3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRqhhUptI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PWRWi2xIFDI/s320/IMGP3475.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054324841555207890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRqxhUpuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lCa6c5bgxBM/s1600-h/IMGP3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRqxhUpuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lCa6c5bgxBM/s320/IMGP3476.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054324845850175202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRrBhUpvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9mw_CO4Z3VQ/s1600-h/IMGP3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRrBhUpvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9mw_CO4Z3VQ/s320/IMGP3477.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054324850145142514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRrRhUpwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/O3lovUy1PdM/s1600-h/IMGP3479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSRrRhUpwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/O3lovUy1PdM/s320/IMGP3479.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054324854440109826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTPhhUpxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bCYaHdJGaHw/s1600-h/IMGP3480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTPhhUpxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bCYaHdJGaHw/s320/IMGP3480.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054326576721995538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTQBhUpyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U2-YtMIaA48/s1600-h/IMGP3481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTQBhUpyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U2-YtMIaA48/s320/IMGP3481.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054326585311930146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTQRhUpzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Nrrwed1MTKc/s1600-h/IMGP3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTQRhUpzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Nrrwed1MTKc/s320/IMGP3482.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054326589606897458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTQhhUp0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/tixt7C5OkLc/s1600-h/IMGP3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTQhhUp0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/tixt7C5OkLc/s320/IMGP3484.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054326593901864770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTQxhUp1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mJC4Y02YBrI/s1600-h/IMGP3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSTQxhUp1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mJC4Y02YBrI/s320/IMGP3485.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054326598196832082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUkhhUp2I/AAAAAAAAAII/DJx3Ppfomu0/s1600-h/IMGP3486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUkhhUp2I/AAAAAAAAAII/DJx3Ppfomu0/s320/IMGP3486.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054328037010876258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUkxhUp3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/u3L8dRtRcSY/s1600-h/IMGP3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUkxhUp3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/u3L8dRtRcSY/s320/IMGP3487.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054328041305843570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're really too gay lah! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUlBhUp4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/2nJIO15736s/s1600-h/IMGP3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUlBhUp4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/2nJIO15736s/s320/IMGP3488.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054328045600810882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUmRhUp5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/TVL9V8LMoiA/s1600-h/IMGP3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUmRhUp5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/TVL9V8LMoiA/s320/IMGP3489.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054328067075647378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUmhhUp6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cpGs9Sr4z2o/s1600-h/IMGP3490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSUmhhUp6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cpGs9Sr4z2o/s320/IMGP3490.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054328071370614690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYxRhUp7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/A7dJKlgohMU/s1600-h/IMGP3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYxRhUp7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/A7dJKlgohMU/s320/IMGP3491.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054332654100719538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYxxhUp8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KhJpuWQyq2s/s1600-h/IMGP3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYxxhUp8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KhJpuWQyq2s/s320/IMGP3492.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054332662690654146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYyRhUp9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RQAH5RqvoAM/s1600-h/IMGP3493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYyRhUp9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RQAH5RqvoAM/s320/IMGP3493.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054332671280588754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, I don't understand why people say we look alike. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYyhhUp-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/95rn-BYdTQ0/s1600-h/IMGP3494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYyhhUp-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/95rn-BYdTQ0/s320/IMGP3494.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054332675575556066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYzBhUp_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ddJdzDf5ubc/s1600-h/IMGP3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSYzBhUp_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ddJdzDf5ubc/s320/IMGP3496.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054332684165490674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSbABhUqAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LbZTBg9CwWk/s1600-h/IMGP3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiSbABhUqAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LbZTBg9CwWk/s320/IMGP3497.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054335106527045634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the SU graduates who made my life in TP very special, thank &lt;i&gt;you:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattie&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ji&lt;br /&gt;Jodin&lt;br /&gt;Kazumi&lt;br /&gt;YY&lt;br /&gt;Linggie&lt;br /&gt;Wei Qi&lt;br /&gt;Alvin&lt;br /&gt;Maopong&lt;br /&gt;Stephie&lt;br /&gt;Ga Zeh&lt;br /&gt;Da Pao&lt;br /&gt;Mel Mel&lt;br /&gt;Clifton&lt;br /&gt;Weisheng&lt;br /&gt;Li Ping (my stupong sister)&lt;br /&gt;Ter&lt;br /&gt;Victor (who makes me laugh all the time)&lt;br /&gt;Yisheng (you’ve become a legend!)&lt;br /&gt;Keong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts everytime I think about the last day of FO. In TP, I gained so many friendships, a love that didn't last long, and to top it all off, the things I'll miss most of all are the maggi mee goreng and half-boiled eggs from BizPark! I can't believe I only found out about their existence in my last semester in TP. =( Goodbye, my beloved food. I'll think about you when I eat low standard maggi mee goreng and half-boiled eggs outside. And Mensa Western! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye TP, I'll miss you. You're my love. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-8339875968030910187?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/8339875968030910187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=8339875968030910187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/8339875968030910187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/8339875968030910187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-emo-post.html' title='The Long Emo Post'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sQfdCNPDzT4/RiVUSBhUqKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XyuMOaKc-8k/s72-c/bLiP%281132%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-1458257010638416066</id><published>2007-04-08T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:33:06.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Marry 'Baby'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random things today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to settle my station game with Ridhwan, and I finally feel put at ease. Phew. Haha... The FO cheer was really cute. I love it! Though I'll probably have some problems trying to remember it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen is a DBSK convert! Wheeeeee... I'm still waiting for her to add me to LJ. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra brought a new-born kitten to PLCC today, and it was sooooo cute! I wish I could take care of it, but I'm useless at these kind of stuff. Besides, my parents won't allow me to own a pet anyway. We can't even take care of ourselves, don't even talk about taking care of a kitten. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my beloved Bball Family, for being there. I know I'm very selfish, but thanks for talking sense into me anyway. And the hugs! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would you choose the giant or the dwarf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-1458257010638416066?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/1458257010638416066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=1458257010638416066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/1458257010638416066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/1458257010638416066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna-marry-baby.html' title='I Wanna Marry &apos;Baby&apos;'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-2669387030367589231</id><published>2007-04-05T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:21:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. EC</title><content type='html'>Omigod. I'm in a state of euphoria. After a million years, my EC suddenly talked to me on MSN again!! Hurhurhur... I'd almost forgotten about him. =P After he'd gone for OSIP, I thought I'd never see him again. Wahahahaha... I wish my triplets are online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Stupong has done it again. -.-" The day before, I turned up at Xiaomei's house at 11.30pm, thinking that we'd be hanging out together. Ended up Lao Die cancel also never tell me. GRRRRRR... Is it possible to disown a father? LOL... She won't be staying in Singapore for long, and it sucks that there's FO next week, so I won't have any chance to hang out with her. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I've become damn blur these few days. It's getting quite bad. I looked in my wallet the day before and found $20 missing. Then I wondered whether I'd left the money in the ATM when I was drawing it out. My heart almost stopped man. Then I decided that I'd probably spent the money in the last few days without knowing. I hope so man. 'Cos I can vaguely remember the ATM beeping away like it spoilt liddat. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I told my brother about it, I was preparing to leave for Xiaomei's house. When I was about to leave the room, I suddenly stopped and turned back to ask him whether I forgot anything. He looked at his table and threw my house keys at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah siannnnnn... How come I'm so blur nowadays?? T______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad that England lost the match to Sri Lanka last night. Bloody stupid ah neh woman keep cursing England, really wanna slap her face, so kiampa. And now I'm quite scared of the dinner/supper that they provide. I had minor food poisoning for the 2nd time. Scary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeee... I'm damn happy now lah! My EC, my EC! &gt;_&lt; And I've been entrusted to message him once the details are confirmed. Woots! Which means, he gave me his number! Wheeeeeeeeee... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can go for the PF gathering man, or not I'll be damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sprayed my brother's back and shoulders with water. He was sunburnt from a Sentosa trip. I feel like I'm watering a plant. -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-2669387030367589231?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/2669387030367589231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=2669387030367589231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/2669387030367589231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/2669387030367589231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/04/mr-ec.html' title='Mr. EC'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-3984071724786243365</id><published>2007-03-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:10:12.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Feel My Toes</title><content type='html'>I really can't feel my toes! They're numb! All thanks to my heels and Phuture. Not a good mix. In fact, heels aren't a good match with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything.&lt;/span&gt; One full day later, I'm still in pain. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, D&amp;D was good! Didn't bring camera though, so I'm waiting for other people to send me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went costume hunting with James &amp;amp; JY at Bugis on Monday, and it wasn't a wasted trip. After running through tons of ideas (seriously: Mario Bros? Pirate/Detective/Clown? Grim Reaper?), we decided to go as the Three Musketeers. It's better to go as a guy than as a girl. Hahaha... At least I won't disappoint people expecting to see what I don't have. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I kinda wish I'd gone as Grim Reaper or at least that dude from 'Scream'. I thought everyone would be wearing that, but turns out no one did. If you don't include Glenn and that INTSC dude. Think his name's Johnathan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally look good for D&amp;D! Howzat?? For the first time in 3 years of attending D&amp;amp;D, I finally look presentable. At least, not as horrible as I looked for the past 2 years. Those who have the pics, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; don't remind me of the horror again. I've only just walked out from their 阴霾. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Misson was very good! He was the host for D&amp;D, in case you didn't know. His imitations are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious!&lt;/span&gt; Programme did a really good job. Stephie, I'm proud of you! =) Even though I didn't get to see you much. -.-" Miss you loads ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Marriott banquet staff were seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;URGH.&lt;/span&gt; Like really. The server at our table was... gross? He leant all over my food and didn't hold his coat back like you're supposed to. I mean, I don't even work as a banquet waitress but I do know basic hygiene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeezed&lt;/span&gt; his not-that-slim body between YY and Kazumi to put the dish down on the table. Ok, I know you're thinking he should be forgiven, 'cos it sounds alright, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squished between them until his body was facing the table fully. Hello? You're supposed to do it sideways, even if you can't reach the middle! It's not as if there's a lot of space in between each person! Kazumi and YY had to lean out of the way just to make room for him, and the looks on their faces were actually quite funny, only at that time, I was just as grossed out as them. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prom King and Queen were... totally random. Seriously. Out of nowhere. I bet the Prom &lt;s&gt;Slut&lt;/s&gt; Queen got chosen 'cos of her assets. *shudders* Total turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, highlights of the evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JY nominated for Best Dressed (but failed terribly. WAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;- HTM-ers' Mafia outfits (cool beans lah!)&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing my darlingbelovedILUamillionyears Ting&lt;br /&gt;- Linggie, the pretty Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;- Making Glenn laugh when he wasn't supposed to&lt;br /&gt;- Caleb &amp; Mei Qi's amazing spontaneity onstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting... Seeing the ShinDong lookalike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was so shocked when I saw him. He really looked like ShinDong! I so wanted to snap a pic of him when I saw him, but I couldn't, 'cos no camera. T_T &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then,&lt;/span&gt; I saw James talking to him, so I hurriedly went over to take a pic with him. Hahaha... I don't know him, but oh well, it's a ShinDong lookalike 'k. How often can you find one? Some more he was wearing that Venezian costume that I remembered seeing ShinDong wearing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Phuture later to &lt;s&gt;become human versions of sardines&lt;/s&gt; club. Like I told Han Han, it's a totally different world from MOS. Lol... I saw my fair share of drunkards and drug-users, all within an hour. Not bad, huh? It wasn't so much dancing as jostling for space on the dance floor. The guys ended up forming a circle around the girls, so ended up it was the girls who did most of the dancing. Lol... Mark had quite a few people groping him though. HAHAHAHA... I wanna laugh when I think about it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heels killed me though. =( By the end of the day, I really couldn't walk anymore. I was tottering around in a zigzag, and Ting had to hold me up. Haha... Bet I looked like a drunkard. =P Ting, Mel, Mei Qi, James and I went to er... What's that place called again? Wun Dou Sik. Something like that lah. Haha... In Geylang. Whoo! I typed that as 'Geyland' at first! Accident lah. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ate there until---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just wanna add that there's a lizard crawling around on the wall behind the head of my bed and I can see it from here. -.-" I'm not afraid of them, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep knowing that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing's&lt;/span&gt; somewhere near me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate there until 5+, almost 6am, then they all cabbed home. Except for me. T_T Poor me tottered off to the bus stop, thinking that my first bus would be there. Ended up waiting almost 40 minutes before my bus finally came. I wasn't bored though, 'cos I passed my time having a staring contest with this bloody tiko pek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, don't tell me you looking at cars. It's a one-way street. The bus and every other vehicle comes from your right. At first, I didn't know he was staring at me, until I caught him staring at me when I turned to see whether my bus had come. I looked back at him, and he looked away immediately. But after awhile, I could see him staring at me from the corner of my eye again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened a few times, me looking back at him and him turning away, until I finally couldn't take it. I turned and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glared&lt;/span&gt; at him until he backed down. And bloody hell, that fucking pervert buay paiseh one leh! He stared back at me too! I didn't care though, carried on staring at him until he felt uncomfortable and looked away. I thought that was the end of that, but he stared at me after I looked away &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again!&lt;/span&gt; Why are there so many weirdoes in Geylang?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I tsk-ed loudly (JY, TSK! Hahaha...) and directed all my attention on him, daring him to continue staring back. Started muttering swear words under my breath too, focusing all my attention on him. Wahaha... Fucking asshole not scared too, continue staring. Bloody hell, what is it with these tiko peks?! Was about to get up and really punch the living daylights out of him (don't care if he's almost 60 man) when his bus came. GRRRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waiting for my first bus at Geylang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; again. Should've cabbed back with Ting they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Qi came to my house this afternoon! Spent the whole afternoon watching DBSK and laughing at the ridiculous things they did. =P Come again ok? And I wanna bake cookies at yours. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, turns out the Pakistani coach (yes, I know you must be going "Cricket, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again?!"&lt;/span&gt; Too bad, too sad. Deal with it! XP) died not because of a heart attack like everyone thought, but because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manual strangulation.&lt;/span&gt; Exact words taken from the dude at the press conference. See? I told you he was murdered. Sad, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I should go and see a doctor if I still can't feel my toes after tomorrow. It's starting to scare me. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://tvpot.daum.net/clip/ClipViewBigByVid.do?vid=cWHAbQRJerM$&amp;amp;scrapable=no"&gt;ShinDong and HeeChul dancing to O-Jung.Ban.Hap&lt;/a&gt;. Priceless!! Dunno when was that, but HeeChul looks quite good! Should be quite recent? 'Cos ShinDong's hair looks like the odd hairstyle he had when T debuted. Hahaha... His imitation of Yoochun was flawless though. =P And I could so imagine HeeChul as a Jaejoong. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-3984071724786243365?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/3984071724786243365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=3984071724786243365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3984071724786243365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3984071724786243365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-feel-my-toes.html' title='I Can&apos;t Feel My Toes'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-4863088732770305220</id><published>2007-03-22T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:33:16.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Ever Talk About Now Is Cricket</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why my tagboard also random people wanna spam. Very fun meh? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England's Plunkett, Pietersen and Anderson. New Zealand's Franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people make me look forward to work. =P Well, only if their teams are playing. I think I'm becoming quite psycho, 'cos I'll become quite happy when I see their faces. Wahahaha... Even the sight of their backs also makes me happy, 'cos I see their names there. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pakistani coach died a few days back, right after Pakistan lost their game. People think he was assassinated, but they're only speculations. Cricket's a big sport in Pakistan, and the whole country's in chaos because of the team's defeats in the world cup, so he probably got killed 'cos they lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy though. Seems to be innocent though, 'cos from what I see, the captain orders the team's different positions on the field, not the coach. He sits too far away on the sidelines to be able to give orders anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion: They should assassinate the captain, not the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha... Anyway, they're waiting for the wife to arrive from South Africa before they can do the post-mortem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India's quite big on cricket too. I saw a sign the Indian fans were holding up at one of India's matches: "This is a last warning. Win this or forever stay in Trinidad." Scary. My colleague told me that they treat the Indian team players like gods. Jason even said he read in the papers that the fans even make shrines to the players and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt; to them. Psycho much? It's a huge amount of pressure on the team though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares man. How the hell will they be able to lose to Bermuda? That team sucks like nobody's business. Wahaha... Plus the ginormous man they have on their team is my comic relief during the match. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep nodding off at work!! Sucks man. Kena scolded a few times liao, but I just can't seem to stay awake. I was fine for my training leh! What the hell is wrong with me?? And coffee has a reverse effect on me, so it doesn't work too. Guess the only thing I can do is wash my face everytime I feel sleepy. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to post the wallpaper I made for Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/f603aa84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/f603aa84.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yoochun, you player. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-4863088732770305220?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/4863088732770305220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=4863088732770305220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/4863088732770305220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/4863088732770305220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-i-talk-about-now-is-cricket.html' title='All I Ever Talk About Now Is Cricket'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-6266758188556079460</id><published>2007-03-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:54:27.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Of Wicket</title><content type='html'>I've been working at SPTL for the past week now, and I like it there! I'm like a mini TD there, pressing a button everytime the producer asks me to go for a break. Because they're broadcasting the cricket world cup live, I've to work weird hours - 7pm-6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like working there! ^^ All thanks to Yew Chong. Hahaha... We both agree that it has the best pantry ever. No other companies I've worked at can ever compare to it. Muahaha... Although these few days, when the real matches have started, I've been nodding off at the controls. Not a good thing to do, but at least I'm a light sleeper, so once the producer says "Standby", I jolt awake immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket isn't that bad actually. Once you understand the game, it's easy to be interested in it enough to stay awake. For the first few hours, at least. -.-" But it's soooo cold there, it's like a human freezer! What's more unbelievable is that the pantry is colder than the main room. Lol... Whenever I go for my breaks, I sit there and shiver non-stop. I've even taken to wearing 3 layers at work, but it's not enough! 2 jackets and one long-sleeved shirt. It's incredible man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Music And Lyrics' with Xiaomei and Diana recently. It's damn funny, especially when Hugh Grant speaks. I swear, every single line he delivers makes me laugh. He's so freaking sarcastic! Hahaha... Anyway, thought the movie spoke to the 3 of us quite well. WAHAHAHA... Not to mention Drew Barrymore's classic line in the lift that made all of us laugh like mad. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com is really dying now. All I've to do is make sure I have a big enough hard drive to transfer my stuff into before I reformat it. All because of that stupid stupid antivirus. Bah. It's supposed to prevent your com from being spoiled, not the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Looking forward to these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1) D&amp;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2) FOW/FOC ['cos my brother's gonna be there! ^^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3) The M'sian concert [if it ever happens]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4) The TW trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Funny how I start and end off those memorable 3 years with that first person. I'm glad I didn't come between them though. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-6266758188556079460?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/6266758188556079460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=6266758188556079460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/6266758188556079460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/6266758188556079460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-working-at-sptl-for-past-week.html' title='Fall Of Wicket'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-462748414348950106</id><published>2007-03-07T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:44:17.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychedelicoooo</title><content type='html'>YAYYYYYY...!!! I finally finished up my Jae and Minnie posters! ^^ All thanks to Beakie, who made me itch to do Photoshop again last night. Lol... Lucky I managed to finish this before I start work tomorrow. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/awnw-cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/awnw-cm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Changmin is too cute lah!! &gt;_&lt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/onon-jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/onon-jj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is fast becoming my favourite. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, didn't Singapore experience some tremors? Because of that, Diana and Xiaomei had the best laughs in their lives. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Over SMS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Diana:&lt;/span&gt; Are you playing bball with us later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I brought a shirt, but I might not play, 'cos not feeling too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Later, in person&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Diana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You said you not feeling well? Feel better already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Don't know leh. Now ok already lah, but just now very dizzy like that. I was at home, then I close my eyes, can still feel the whole room swaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Diana:&lt;/span&gt; Are you sure is not the tremors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What tremors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Diana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You don't know meh? This morning got tremors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Got meh? What time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Diana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Around 11+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder whether I close or open my eyes, the room still so shaky. -.-" She laughed like mad when she realised it was just tremors. Then she just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to tell Xiaomei and her sister. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we spent the whole of yesterday travelling all over Singapore. But we had a great time anyway. Xiaomei was her usual drunk self. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-462748414348950106?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/462748414348950106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=462748414348950106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/462748414348950106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/462748414348950106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/03/psychedelicoooo_07.html' title='Psychedelicoooo'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-8665184819391745598</id><published>2007-03-02T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T03:31:43.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Not Going"</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh... How that song gets on our nerves, I tell you. Yvonne, Gary and I watched Dreamgirls today, and we were so annoyed by Jennifer Hudson's 'And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going'. She went on and on for 5 minutes, hitting every single note on the scale that it got extremely irritating. We kept asking each other when it was going to end. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even funnier was Gary sinking down into the chair and mumbling "Oh no, not again..." when she broke out into that song for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, the movie was quite nice. A little weird though, like how Yvonne warned us, that they would break out into song halfway through the movie. Hahaha... But what can you expect from a Broadway musical turned into a movie? I think it was better suited for a stage production though, 'cos the whole plot was quite weak. Almost no climax. But the music made up for it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Jennifer Hudson's "You're gonna love me..." about 10,000 times in that 10 minutes. I swear that song went on for almost 10 minutes! Hahaha... Ok, I'm over-exaggerating, but if you've watched it, you'll get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Foxx is kinda ugly though, don't know why he gets all the good ladies. -.-" Beyonce's so pretty, and Jennifer Hudson sings so well! Lol... Not bad for her first movie role. ^^ We were kinda disappointed that she appeared last for the credits, but, as Yvonne said, save the best for the last. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention Effie's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; cute brother, C.C. Hahaha... Oh! And our mad laughter everytime Jennifer Hudson shook her assets at the start of the movie. Seriously. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; stop laughing. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Gary's "Oh man, he's so bastard!" when the whole theatre was silent. It was damn funny. The loud music ended just when he was commenting on Jamie Foxx. HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 people will be the death of me. They kept tapping their fingers every chance they could. NO, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gonna explain the meaning of the tapping. You'll probably find out soon enough anyway. Hahaha... But it was sooo annoying, even though we laughed like mad most of the time. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Law paper went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; well! I didn't even study at all, which makes me feel quite bad. But, oh well. I think I'll get at least a B for my overall grade on Media Law. Almost all the answers were in the notes, and all I had to do was flip to the correct page. Hahahaha... And must thank Doggie for helping me out on my individual project. I got an A for it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very good day. =) Still got $62.50 from the budget claims we got from the tourism channel. Wheeeee... ^^ Tomorrow going to Sony Pictures for interview too. Ok, not really interview, just to fill in forms. Thanks, Yew Chong! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you guys should really check out this singer, Younha. Her live performance on Inkigayo is really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phwoar.&lt;/span&gt; I very respect her now. Hahaha... Not that I never liked her before. Must thank Manda for intro-ing me to her music. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whenever I think that I've forgotten and that I can forgive you all over again, I remember how I felt the last time and thankfully... I stop feeling so forgiving. Yay for me! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-8665184819391745598?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/8665184819391745598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=8665184819391745598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/8665184819391745598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/8665184819391745598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-not-going.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Not Going&quot;'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-4396927474473201061</id><published>2007-02-25T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:21:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Youuuu!!</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've just finished the Seoul concert! When are they gonna confirm the KL one man?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dieeeeeeee... After watching them prepare for the concert, I just realised that I've been suffering from major DBSK withdrawal. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho, I love you all over again. ^^ Jaejoong looks kinda pale though. *sigh* Arirang is not downloading fast enough for me. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spend the rest of this post declaring my love for DBSK, but I'd run out of words, so I think I'll just stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT I STILL LOVE THEM A HUNDRED MILLION TIMES MORE THAN ANY OF YOU READING THIS!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got shortlisted for the CMM interview. ^^ If he gets in, I think I'm gonna relive another 3 more years of &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; CMM through him. Lol... Not that I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't be stupid lah. What makes you think that you actually mean something? Maybe in a million years. Wake up your idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO SEXY. =D&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/6718669-4396927474473201061?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/4396927474473201061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=4396927474473201061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/4396927474473201061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/4396927474473201061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-youuuu.html' title='I Love Youuuu!!'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-7869164876867260215</id><published>2007-02-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:36:01.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Chocolate Indulgence!</title><content type='html'>Went to watch that new Jack Neo movie with Xiaomei today! What's it called? 'Follow Law'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the script was really good. Especially loved that Indian security guard. He was totally hilarious! But the editing and the soundtrack was very very disappointing. I would've expected more quality work from Jack Neo, but... Guess not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few jump cuts and audio kept getting cut off at the beginning of some scenes. And the songs on the soundtrack were really good, but just no link to the scenes at all! All in all, I'd say the production was quite a waste of a good script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fann Wong's English cracks me up though. Hahaha... Try to sound perfect but cannot make it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only blip in my otherwise ok day was the 13 bucks I had to pay that taxi driver. It's damn 冤枉 money ok. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaomei treated me to Secret Recipe, and in return, she had a good laugh at me as I recounted the stupid things I did, both yesterday, and on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which again, is making my stomach feel all queasy again. I guess this really is the end. No matter how much I wanna fight for it (do I really wanna fight for this?), I'm left with no choice but to walk away from it. There's really no other way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't blame me. I wanna be a happier person. Maybe I'll finally be happy again when I've walked away from all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tell me, how do you believe in someone who keeps breaking your trust over and over again, even after you forgave the person unconditionally each time? Maybe this really is the last straw. It wasn't something big, but then again, small things always accumulate, don't they? And they certainly have, for you. &lt;s&gt;Not to mention the stupid thing I did as well.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in fear for the past few days when I shouldn't be. Admitting this to myself isn't going to stop my heart from jolting each time I get a message or receive a call. It isn't going to take away the fear inside, each time I step out of my house. But at least this admittance puts me on the first step to walking away from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I don't wanna be important anymore. Not if it hurts so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-7869164876867260215?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/7869164876867260215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=7869164876867260215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/7869164876867260215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/7869164876867260215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-watch-that-new-jack-neo-movie.html' title='Yummy Chocolate Indulgence!'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-6189581456566086970</id><published>2007-02-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:50:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She-tiger</title><content type='html'>I wanna puke everytime I think about it. I've almost gone off food now. Until my stomach growls, then I'll eat, otherwise, I don't eat at all. I only had one meal today. Stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yeah, I'm stupid. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman came to sit at table 35. The whole time she sat there, she never took her earphones out of her ears. Then she left without settling the bill, so I ran after her of course. I was calling after her, but she never heard me, so I tapped her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned and ROARED into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not scream, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROAR&lt;/span&gt;, ok. Scream, I can understand. But she was like a freaking tiger or lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared the shit out of me ok. I stood there stunned for awhile. What the hell man. Ok, so maybe I scared her, 'cos at night, and I'm wearing white and black, figures it's kinda scary right? So let's give her the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I smiled weakly at her and told her that she hadn't settled the bill. You know what she did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I left the money on the table." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then she smirked.&lt;/span&gt; "But I guess you don't know anything about that, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally didn't deserve that lah. Bloody hell act as if I'm some stupid lowlife who don't know anything about customers settling bills. Come on lah, in Singapore, we actually go to the counter to settle the bill ok. Who knows, the money you left there could be not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, I don't know which planet you're from where it's normal to leave money on the table and just walk off like that, but this is Singapore. You bloody hell try to behave like a human being and not some lion, tiger, or just a plain BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have just gone clubbing with Ting-o and the rest. At least it'd take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like puking, dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-6189581456566086970?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/6189581456566086970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=6189581456566086970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/6189581456566086970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/6189581456566086970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-tiger.html' title='She-tiger'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-1437689558328172336</id><published>2007-02-21T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:27:22.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>New year, new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-1437689558328172336?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/1437689558328172336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=1437689558328172336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/1437689558328172336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/1437689558328172336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-3618980011762173983</id><published>2007-02-16T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:32:41.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 hours of heart attacks</title><content type='html'>It's over. It's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hell of a rollercoaster ride for the past few weeks, but I'm so glad to say it's finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post her picture here (mosaic-ed, of course), but that would be too mean, seeing as how she was kinda nice to me today and all, so I'm gonna leave it this time round! Besides, I won't be seeing her again! Which is a good thing, isn't it? ^^ Maybe we can go back to being real friends now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night and this morning was a killer, a real killer. Let me start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm yesterday, I accidentally deleted my final sequence (that's half of my work gone) from Avid, and the studios close at 5.30pm. If that's not all, my segment was due for compilation at 11am the next day. Panicking, I asked Mr. Pok to help me, but there was no way to retrieve the lost sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo pian, Mr. Pok was very nice to lend me his very big external hard drive (38GB worth of space), a camera, and several wires to let me digitize at home. I rushed home with all that barang and started downloading Adobe Premiere Pro at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 hours later, I finally downloaded and installed the program. But to be able to use it, I had to restart my com. Once I turned it off, it refused to turn on again, giving the same beeping that it used to do. BLOODY HELL! OF ALL TIMES YOU COME AND DIE ON ME NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking for one paragraph, my com has been doing this to me lately. 'This' meaning its tendency to die on me just when I have a submission due the next day or the day after. It seems to relish the fact that I will die if I don't use the com. It has a mind of its own, I tell ya. Anyhoo, I'm getting the people to come fix it next Wednesday, so I hope they don't take everything apart, or all my stuff will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After alternating between prayers and curses (and a few whacks to the CPU), the com finally manages to turn on. Just when I'm about to start the program, I take out all the barang needed, and to my horror, I discover I HAVE NO FIREWIRE PORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this at 2am in the morning, when tutorial is only 7 hours away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother tried to comfort me, said there was nothing I could do. Oh man, I even cried lah. I couldn't take it. I was so worried I would get everyone in trouble, or fail. Probably even both. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, bo pian, I had to lug everything back to school at 8.45am in the morning. Bloody hell, I was dead to the world again, even with my alarm ringing. Supposed to be in school at 8.30am, but woke up at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I slogged my butt off for another 3 hours. At least it was comforting to know that all around me, my class was going nuts, 'cos they were either not finished yet, or had trouble dumping to tape. The clients were here at 11.30am, and they even had to wait for us to be done. Ooh, Chee was sooo angry, but who cares, really. Hahahaha... Mr. Pok said first time in history the whole class bakak together to be late for submission, and so late summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I managed to more or less pull a sequence together, but it didn't hit 4 minutes. Only about 2min 45 secs. Sucks. I hate it. I'm afraid I'll fail. But when the class watched it, they were laughing their heads off. They said not bad! Even Chee said too! Although she mentioned the audio was a little koyak, but I didn't have time to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial ended at 2pm when it was supposed to end at 1pm, and there was a lecture at 2, so none of us could grab a bite. The whole class was late for lecture, and I think there were lots of growling stomachs then. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm gonna go back to the studios on Wednesday and edit the sequence properly so that Dawn and Emily can compile everything into a proper mag programme. Gonna make this shit look good man, it's gonna be shown on TV! Albeit in hotels lah, but it's still being shown, so better make it look good. Wouldn't hurt for it to look better on my portfolio too. =P Too bad the slipshod one I did will be the one that Chee's marking. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn was feeling kinda down though. Don't know if you'll read this, but Dawn, you did a great job! You deserve as much credit as we can get for this programme, 'cos if it wasn't for you, everything would have just been chaos. Thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Jin and Hanee just now. ARGH... I'm trying not to think about it, but my heart just hurts so much when I er... think about it. But it does! We only have 3 more days left with her--- no, 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lao Die too! We only have 1 day! Omigod. I think I'm gonna die from the double whammy. My dear darlings, please take care of yourself in Australia. I don't know how I'm gonna deal without having you around, but I'll manage. And you better study hard ok! Don't leave me for a few years and then come back without a cert, I'll bite your head off, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mantra for the next few days: Don't crydon'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-3618980011762173983?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/3618980011762173983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=3618980011762173983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3618980011762173983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3618980011762173983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/02/48-hours-of-heart-attacks.html' title='48 hours of heart attacks'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-3695653913619672664</id><published>2007-02-13T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:04:10.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE THE WINE, DAMMIT.</title><content type='html'>I'm using Gary's lappy to post! ^^ Having lunch with him now. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a personal tip in yonks. =D Last night, this Indian man and his friend came and sat at Table 16. They were so annoying!! Kept shouting my name across the cafe (I hate nametags), and whenever I went over, they'd argue in front of me whether the friend would be having wine/beer, or dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking annoying!!! And every single time (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single time,&lt;/span&gt; I swear) I went over, they would always chit-chat with me. HELLO, I HAVE A JOB TO DO. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO STAND THERE FOR 5 MINUTES LISTENING TO YOU ARGUE OVER WHETHER HE'S EATING OR DRINKING! For heaven's sake, he's the one paying, I think he has a choice whether he wants to eat or not, right? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to the point when I'd hide outside, or make myself busy, just not to serve them. I'd cringe everytime I heard "ANGEL!" boom out across the cafe. Even one of the customers who was shifting outside came to me and told me to bear with it, said that you'll get jerks every now and then. -.-" By 9pm, I was telling myself that if he didn't leave a fucking huge tip, I'd make sure he gets it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really ready to tell him not to shout my name, if it happened again. Thank God it didn't happen, and he left a $20 tip. Half of it went to me! =D Not bad, considering I also got to eat some Panfried Dory, a carrot cake, mushroom soup and other random rubbish stuff that you'll usually get when you work the closing shift. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-3695653913619672664?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/3695653913619672664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=3695653913619672664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3695653913619672664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3695653913619672664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-wine-dammit.html' title='HAVE THE WINE, DAMMIT.'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-9118193144964032054</id><published>2007-02-02T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:04:10.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYD mania!</title><content type='html'>Lol... I just found out a few shocking stuff. =D Probably not shocking to you lah, but it is to me 'k! Even to the point where I called Han Ee up, but she never answer her phone. -.-" This is almost all about &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hana_Yori_Dango#Season_2"&gt;Hana Yori Dango 2&lt;/a&gt;, just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Ikuta_Toma"&gt;Ikuta Toma&lt;/a&gt;, the guy who acted as Junpei, is from Johnny's Entertainment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nothing shocking there, come to think about it. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/static/images/2/2f/Matsuda_shota.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/static/images/0/01/39592_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matsuda Shota and his brother look alike man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Abe Tsuyoshi was also Hero in '米迦勒之舞'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder he looked so familiar. And no wonder he could speak Chinese in HYD 2. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. For the whole of Season 1, I kept wondering whether Tsukasa's sister was really Matsushima Nanako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos she looked really like her. And it turned out to be her. -.-" Not my fault ok, she still looks young for her age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. They're gonna do a Jap drama remake of 'A Moment To Remember'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, another sob-fest. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll fucking be the death of me. At least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had the decency to ask her when I was gonna put my schedule for work, but she just fucking goes ahead and works without informing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me!&lt;/span&gt; So now I sit here without any allowance for the whole month just because of fucking BJ, and she happily earns an income out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, who starts panning the camera around halfway through an interview just because the interviewee gestured to the entire shop interior? Pssh. You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a pro at "in-camera editing", huh? Phrase stolen from Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to edit is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a reason to be slacking while I'm doing all the shit work. News Edit is fucking easy, and you try to flatter me by saying I'm good at all this. So what if I am? You still have to do some work, you shithead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you man. I don't need you. BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-9118193144964032054?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/9118193144964032054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=9118193144964032054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/9118193144964032054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/9118193144964032054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/02/hyd-mania.html' title='HYD mania!'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-5570043912384461156</id><published>2007-01-26T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:38:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell. She copied my resume template lah! When I already told her not to, since I'd already copied the template from Ah Pui's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people don't know how to listen to instructions. If I kena anything from Selvan, she's going to get it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sakura Sushi at Parkway (thank God not Sakae!) and had dinner buffet with my family. To celebrate my dad's birthday! Hurhurhur... Which reminds me, when is Jaejoong's birthday? If it's the same day, I'll die. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate until I, quite literally, felt like puking. Not a good feeling, considering that I had a bad stomachache just an hour before I had my dinner. Wahaha... But it was damn funny, seeing how I gorge myself halfway, go toilet, then come back and continue eating again. No choice lah, the sashimi so nice. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Keng Tzu there too! It was so funny, 'cos she and her friend left their stuff at their table and went to get their food, and my whole family commented that it was so dangerous to leave their stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; 等一下别人一扫就全部被拿走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Amos:&lt;/span&gt; Never mind, I need a new phone anyway. Let's steal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sekali the phone you get is a Nokia 3310.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, Amos and I had to drag ourselves around after my parents in Parkway (they walked 2 rounds in Basement 1. Why? I also dunno) because we were bursting from the buffet. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Helium Jaejoong is soooo adorable. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxVp24GMjk0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxVp24GMjk0" 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/6718669-5570043912384461156?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/5570043912384461156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=5570043912384461156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/5570043912384461156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/5570043912384461156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid People'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-3313736442939403804</id><published>2007-01-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:07:42.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a PS Queen</title><content type='html'>Whoooo... &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Oguri_Shun"&gt;Oguri Shun&lt;/a&gt; is PHWOAR! I can't wait for the 4th episode of Hana Yori Dango 2 to be out man! ^^ I now spend my time online drooling over him with Jia Jia. LOL... And I finally got to see him on GTO. Hahaha... Can't believe that was him. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish 3 posters on Photoshop CS today! I feel so accomplished man. =P And I think they're not bad at all! Hurhurhur... When I have the time, I must finish up with Jae, Minnie and &lt;s&gt;Chun&lt;/s&gt; Bubble Butt, then start work on avatars. Woots. It feels good when I'm being creative! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why couldn't this have happened 2 years ago when I was in Ess Gra and GDF? Grrr... I'm 2 years late! Or I would have gotten at least a B for both subjects. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to show you the posters. =D Click to see them in their full glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/phantom-yc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/phantom-yc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/ymm-js.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/ymm-js.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/tshjb-yh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v381/jellybabybeanie/tshjb-yh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It feels so good to annoy her, knowing she can't do anything about it. HEHEHE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-3313736442939403804?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/3313736442939403804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=3313736442939403804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3313736442939403804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/3313736442939403804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-ps-queen.html' title='I&apos;m a PS Queen'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116935639233166376</id><published>2007-01-21T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:21:55.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheena J&amp;H</title><content type='html'>Eep. The last few days have been very confusing indeed. Especially the first day of Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tutorial and the Open House. All confusing. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think Beak knows what I'm talking about lah, about the Open House thing I mean. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I hate trying to write without giving away too much when I'm so used to just dumping whatever I'm thinking of onto this blog. ARGH!! Believe me, there's soooo much I wanna say. It's killing me to keep it inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I should just shut up and start writing about stupid mundane stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how the turnout was good for the first 2 days of OH, but sucked on the last day, which was yesterday. Even for Jam &amp; Hop too. But oh well, FO's Jam &amp;amp; Hop was always better than OH's. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really had lots of fun during OH. I managed to finally have a try at the I-Guides dance (since the song is my favourite). I'll definitely miss Za, who's been so loveable since I first met her. =) You'll always be my favourite subcomm. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw quite a lot of Mr. Eye Candy too, which is even better. =) Although Ah Ji kept trying to saboh me. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to see so many people whom I haven't seen in ages. Eugene, Chee Keen, Francis, Alvin, Ah Tan, Lester, Ah Fat, Korn, Flan, Charles Pong, Jah Mes. LOL... Almost all guys. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 85 after Jam &amp; Hop with Jah Mes, JY, KC, Ah Ji and Jia Jia. Charles Pong came over later to join us. 请你跟我这样做! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got a lot of blue-blacks on my waist from Jia Jia's poking. Everytime she found something funny (either me or someone else), she would poke me. She kept poking me nonstop for the last 3 days! Very fun is it? Later you pay for your Ah Bu's hospital fees ok. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether I'm making use of you. I know you love me unconditionally, and I love you too. But it's not unconditionally, which makes me feel guilty like shit. You have no idea how much. I wanna love you as much too, but... Whenever my problem is around, I start making use of you, and I don't think you know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't let you know about it too. I know you'd be disappointed, you'd scold me, like you did last time. But I can't stop doing it. I wish I could. I just wanna say I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanted to cry yesterday, I felt so horrible. I can't go on like this. It's really killing me. It's so drama, I know. I never thought it would happen to me. I wonder how long more of this I can take. And even if all of this ends when I graduate, can I go on? Knowing that I won't have anymore of this. I have a feeling I can't, but I have to force myself to anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jin and Han Ee mentioned a line in 'White Lies' on Friday. They didn't know how much it hit me, because I'd heard it once before. Junsu knows me best. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beak's right. 3 years is a long time. Should it stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116935639233166376?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116935639233166376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116935639233166376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116935639233166376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116935639233166376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/01/cheena-jh.html' title='Cheena J&amp;H'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116844834794278406</id><published>2007-01-11T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:03:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the snore fest</title><content type='html'>Omigod. I almost fell asleep watching all 3 parts of the SBS Gayo Festival. What a bunch of crap. Lousy hosts who have 冷场s every other minute (and absolutely no 默契 at all), mediocre performances, and worst of all, getting nobodies to present the awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for DBSK, SuJu, SS501, JunJin, Andy, Brian, and Hwanhee (whom I only caught a glimpse of anyway, he didn't even get to perform!), I wouldn't even watch it. I already fast-forwarded through the whole show as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BALLOONS PERFORMANCE. Omigod. What utter crap. The original singers also performed with them, but they were so horribly out-of-tune, and all they did while onstage with DBSK was &lt;em&gt;echo every single line.&lt;/em&gt; It was so painful. No wonder they aren't singers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need more DBSK therapy to cure my wounded eyes and ears. T_T But OMIGOD. Yunho so handsome while he was giving his thank-you speech after their daesang lah. 不亏是我的老公。I told you I have good taste. ^^ I love you, hubby. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Little India to film ATV today. We used the smaller tape, so I hope we can still digitize into Avid without any problems. *crosses fingers* It wasn't as scary as I'd thought it would be. Ok, so there was the smell, but overall, the people were really friendly and helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we met this two really cute angmoh kids who were so adorable. The boy looks like one of the members of 98 Degrees, incidentally. Drew, I think. Hahahaha... He was so funny, kept talking to us and asking us to film him. LOL... We did, though. Hope we get to use his footage. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweets that I got from the Indian candy store was bleagh, though. Think I'm just not used to it. I'd thought it'd be nice, but... BLEAGH. It wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're filming the Swedish ship Goetheberg (I think that's how it's supposed to be spelt) tomorrow, so wish us luck. It'd be so exciting. A real wooden ship that can sail! Lol... And yeah, I'll be doing standuppers from next week onwards. &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to hearing my baby voice on TV, and seeing my disgusting self as well. I bet there'll be tons of NGs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe my first story will be at Little India too! At night! Oh, the horror. I'm talking about lighting, don't start getting other thoughts in your head. -.-" On the plus side, there'll be cows. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they stink like... like poo. -.-" We saw them today. Also saw the fortune teller with the parrot, the one I'd read so much about online. But she covered her face once she saw the camera, then took a newspaper to cover the parrot. Paranoid, much? The camera wasn't even on. Bummer though. It would've been quite interesting to have my fortune told by a parrot. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop msg-ing me, you bloody #$%@$#$%!^@!!! Everytime I get your messages, I wanna tear your hair out. Then mine. SO STOP IT ALREADY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116844834794278406?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116844834794278406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116844834794278406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116844834794278406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116844834794278406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/01/snore-fest.html' title='the snore fest'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116826092927176256</id><published>2007-01-08T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:55:29.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama mama</title><content type='html'>Whew, lots of drama in the director's suite today. Lots of screaming at each other. Especially from the two... Haiz, I really wanna say the 'M' word, but I think I better not, since I'm studying defamation now and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But GRRRR though! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate editing, but now, I kinda like it! ^^ And I'm getting better at my camera work too. =P Kenny Yong said that he wants to film his first indie film before he's 30. I wanna do that too! &gt;_&lt; Not easy though. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I like audio production too much. I wanna work in a recording studio! You can lock me up in a room with a ProTools programme and I'll gladly edit any audio clip you throw at me! I'll be like that guy... Er, what's his name? &lt;strong&gt;Right.&lt;/strong&gt; Rumpelstiltskin! But instead of spinning gold, I'd spin music and other random stuff from my fingers! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGG...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;DONG BANG ARE GOING TO HOLD ANOTHER CONCERT TOUR AGAIN!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to the KL one, confirm plus chop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazumi, are you seeing this? =P This time don't say I never tell you liao ah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd start saving money like mad, but the thing is, got no money, how to save money? -.-" Bloody ATV and BJ, take up all my time with filming, no time to work. BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116826092927176256?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116826092927176256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116826092927176256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116826092927176256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116826092927176256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/01/drama-mama.html' title='drama mama'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116791558877257827</id><published>2007-01-04T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:26:41.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brain is getting worse</title><content type='html'>How great is it that I spend my first few days in school stuck in the studios for 6 hours straight? Wednesday was the second day I spent yet another 6 hours in the studio. But at least I managed to finish up my Lime TVC and BJ news story. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law is killing me, really. I don't know how Shep, Ridhwan and Doggie can bear to do it full-time. -.-" Oh, speaking of Law, I saw Fat Bastard in the same waiting room as me at Tampines Polyclinic today. OMIGOD lor. Everytime I see him, I'm reminded of how he 'got jiggy with it' at Jam 'N' Hop last year. Not a pretty sight. *squeezes eyes shut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's also becoming weird lately. I keep doing the wrong things, and they're really major mistakes. Like how I submitted National Museum of Singapore in to Dawn instead of Asian Civilisations Museum. Argh... All the talk of museums is making me go bonkers. But really, it wasn't just that. I wanna go back to the days when I had at least 8 hours of sleep a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 hours, ok? I'm already lowering my standards instead of asking for 10 hours of sleep, my usual amount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months of this, and I'm out of here, thank you. Everyday, I'm demanding to graduate immediately. It's just because I'm swamped with submissions. I bet when the day really comes, I'll be miserable beyond belief. But at least I'll finally have the time to do what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Find a proper job that I actually like&lt;br /&gt;2) Brush up and start practising on my Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;Write&lt;/em&gt; like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;4) Take up Jap and Korean lessons&lt;br /&gt;5) Do something about my skin problem!!&lt;br /&gt;6) Lose weight (i.e. start cycling at ECP and jio Bball family to do our favourite past-time more often)&lt;br /&gt;7) Tan (Linggie? YY? =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. Clear up my room! It's really like a pigsty, especially my table. The worst thing about clearing up your room is when you don't know whether you should get rid of those worksheets and stuff, 'cos you never know whether you'll need them again. At least I know I can get rid of my secondary school stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?!&lt;/em&gt; My brother just graduated what! &lt;s&gt;Although my secondary school stuff are all gathering dust in a pile under my table.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to note. Someone whom I used to be ok with, I can never get along with now. Whenever I see that person, I really wish I can just turn around and walk back the way I came from, pretend it's all a bad dream. 'Cos that person has changed, and it's in a scary way. Maybe it's because of the significant other that's changed the person? I don't know, but I most definitely am glad I won't be seeing that person anymore after these 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo, it's been so difficult to keep on typing 'that person' when I keep wanting to type 'her'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOOPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't keep promises. Not even to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116791558877257827?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116791558877257827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116791558877257827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116791558877257827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116791558877257827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-brain-is-getting-worse.html' title='my brain is getting worse'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116758548593404344</id><published>2007-01-01T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:23:23.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My (pathetic) New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why my New Year was so demoralizing this year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I spent it at home, pia-ing assignments.&lt;br /&gt;2) The number of "Happy new year to u too! Btw, who are u?" messages I received when I sent out new year messages.&lt;br /&gt;3) I didn't get to spend it with the Niaos, and Jin said I pangseh-ed them. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I ushered in the new year with Dong Bang, so I'm not &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; lonely. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My New Year's resolution: &lt;/strong&gt;I resolve to be a better me. At least, I'll try to. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, is it me or does Changmin's stylist have a problem with him in the Jap MV of 'Rising Sun'? Just take a good look at his trousers. -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116758548593404344?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116758548593404344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116758548593404344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116758548593404344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116758548593404344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-pathetic-new-year.html' title='My (pathetic) New Year'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116750847573583396</id><published>2006-12-31T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:55:04.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mendes!</title><content type='html'>Jays outing just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a handful turned up, not alot. But we still enjoyed ourselves over dinner at Glutton's Bay and then chatting by the riverside, then shifting inside to play games. Hahaha... It felt a little like an empire outing, only this has been a 7-year long friendship instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, which primary school class you know still bothers to meet up after they have graduated for so long? Also heard that our form teacher didn't get married in the end, 'cos it wasn't fated. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next outing scheduled for 14th Jan, 'cos I definitely won't be able to meet up with them this week, what with the crazy submissions and stuff. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116750847573583396?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116750847573583396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116750847573583396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116750847573583396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116750847573583396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/12/mendes.html' title='Mendes!'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116745730478012633</id><published>2006-12-30T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:56:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because really, I've been so short-tempered these days</title><content type='html'>Whee... I saw &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; when I went to check out the I-Guides Campfire Nite. =P Yeah, that person that Woo Lemao made me shake my stupid ass in front of without knowing. -.-" I was on a high that night man. Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when am I going to graduate? I can't take anymore of this stupid submissions man. They're totally killing my holidays. And everytime she calls, I know it's not good. It's getting to the point when I wish I can just leave her calls unanswered. But no, that's not the way the world works. I can't just lock myself away in my cocoon and expect everything to be alright. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months. Only 2 more months. Then really, &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; will be alright by then. I won't have to see people who cause me pain, anger and whatever emotions I shouldn't be feeling. I won't miss you. Ok, I will. But it's for the best. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Tattie, Linggie, James, Yao Ming and, for a short while, Han Wei and his girlfriend, yesterday at Blk 85. Talked for a super long time. Hahaha... I think until our eyelids were drooping shut. =P But, I like! ^^ Too bad YY and Zumi weren't there. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116745730478012633?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116745730478012633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116745730478012633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116745730478012633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116745730478012633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/12/because-really-ive-been-so-short.html' title='Because really, I&apos;ve been so short-tempered these days'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116714573048372519</id><published>2006-12-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:08:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward silence isn't "silence!"</title><content type='html'>Didn't get to play basketball yesterday, stupid rain. -.-" And the pump got something wrong anyway. BAH. But we still had loads of fun talking at Xing Wang until 2am, then walking slowly back to Xiaomei's house in the freezing rain, talking about stupid stuff, and playing stupid 成语 games. HAHAHA... Everything I came up with always had something to do with food. =P Conked out on the sofas as usual, at 4am. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you how much I love Programme? I don't think I told you enough. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school today to clean up for night walk. Too bad we won't have night walk for FO, such a waste. It was such a success too! Most of the GLs were so freaked out by us! ^^ Anyway, while we were cleaning the rooms up, we got to see The Picture. It isn't that scary, actually. Just that what makes things spooky is that we never intended for it to be there. But now, I sincerely believe it was already there while we were setting the room up, just that we never saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop freaking yourselves out already! Especially stupid Farhan, remind me of that time at CPF where he kept making this stupid face to freak me out. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice lunch at Phin's Steakhouse at TM with Boyfriend and Charlene! Super-duper cheap too, only $6.90++. I loved the potato soup and garlic bread. &lt;em&gt;Very&lt;/em&gt; yummy. We were all in heaven, I tell ya. Subcomms (actually it was only Prog and Log) were supposed to have lunch together, but not enough space for all of us, plus I don't like Long John's anyway. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to LJS after lunch at Phin's and sat there until 6.30pm, talking and laughing madly about OTC and other random stuff. Got chased out of there later, so we went to get bubble tea. My bubble tea got smashed on the floor, and the stupid woman didn't offer to get me a new one. Hazwan offered to get me another one, but I sorta had a little tantrum, refused to let him get me a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIE ALSO DON'T WANT TO LET THAT STUPID WOMAN EARN ANOTHER $1.50 FROM ME!! What, you think 老娘 so rich give you so much money ah? @$$@!%@!@...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mao, Elene, Xiuhui, Hazwan and I walked around and gorged ourselves on pasar malam food later. Hazwan is damn hilarious man. We kept laughing at the stupid things he did. There was one time this guy was shouting "Oei!" really loudly to sell his fruits, and we kept getting him to 呛声 with the guy. LOL... But he didn't lah, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't take this. I really can't. I tell myself to just stop, give it all up. But in the end, I still find myself irresistibly drawn to you. I can't let it continue. I don't even know what's going on. I'll only create more hurt and pain for myself in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please. Let me go? It's the only way to end this. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116714573048372519?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116714573048372519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116714573048372519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116714573048372519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116714573048372519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/12/awkward-silence-isnt-silence.html' title='Awkward silence isn&apos;t &quot;silence!&quot;'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116705003987589507</id><published>2006-12-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:34:46.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happppyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>This year's Christmas has been quite mundane so far. I hope things pick up later. =P 'Cos I'm going to Xiaomei's house to play basketball! ^^ Finally going to put my ball to use. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my godgrandparents' house this afternoon, and though I really wanted to stay awake and listen to Gong Gong's stories... Sadly, I couldn't. I really tried my hardest though! But my eyelids still drifted shut after half an hour. I'm terribly sorry. I know he probably felt very disappointed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really changed, though. Now I really wonder whether he has been cursed by his sister's family. *sigh* All evildoers will get their retribution in the end. I just hope that he doesn't bully Mama too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've gotta pack for basketball soon. WHEEEEEEEEE... ^^ I've got so much to look forward to in these few weeks! Meeting up with the Jays soon too! Miss my Sluicies A WHOLE BUNCH! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I mean alot to you. It's so obvious. But have you ever considered that that adds alot of pressure to me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116705003987589507?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116705003987589507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116705003987589507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116705003987589507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116705003987589507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/12/happppyyyyyy.html' title='happppyyyyyy'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116696024327058129</id><published>2006-12-24T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:52:02.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P-R-O-G</title><content type='html'>Back from OTC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigod, it was the funnest 4 days of my life! =) I love all the programmers. Seriously, I do. Even the weird ones. Ok, not that much, but the like is still there. =P Let's see, I gained a boyfriend, I had a partner who's always so easy to look for 'cos he's always sitting in the same corner, and I had a bunch (yay, we're fruits!) of crazy people to make me laugh like mad every single minute. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget these:&lt;br /&gt;1) Orh hor! Bully girl! [whacking session begins]&lt;br /&gt;2) Say some more, I don't bring you go crubbing ah!&lt;br /&gt;3) I know my English no good, but my vocaburary is excellent ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more, but nothing comes to mind at the moment. Am still loving the mad laughter all the time though. And John's randomness. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for FO, but I'm not looking forward to it either. Means I'll be separated from that lovable group of people, and I'll be graduating soon. T_T I don't want laaaaaahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I wanna do after I graduate, but I'm definitely not going to U yet. Told my mom already. Expected her to freak out, but she was cool about it, so, phew. Now, to decide what I wanna do with my life. I still want very much to do audio production, it's the only thing I'm confident in. But don't know whether can find a job in it outside man. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting quite pissed off. I don't wanna play games anymore. I don't even know why I'm playing games, when I don't even like it. I don't understand why we derive pleasure from hurting each other. If you'd only speak your mind, everything would've been fine. Oh wait, pot calling the kettle black. I don't speak my mind too. -.-" Anyway, I only have to bear with this for a few more months, then I'm free. In the meantime, I'm just hoping for someone to take my mind off this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random stuff:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My DBSK withdrawal wasn't that bad during camp, 'cos I had Gen to spaz with about J and K-pop. =P&lt;br /&gt;2) I wanna review Boyfriend's footage. What if we see something spooky? =P&lt;br /&gt;3) I CAN'T STAND MAO MAO!!! -.- Kill her, I tell you. Made me shake my ass in front of him while he was looking. -_-" Too bad I won't be able to see him anymore, 'cos of Point 3.&lt;br /&gt;4) I quit I-Guides at last. It was too much for me to take. Workload problem? Psh, what workload?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116696024327058129?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116696024327058129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116696024327058129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116696024327058129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116696024327058129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/12/p-r-o-g.html' title='P-R-O-G'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116620907343067659</id><published>2006-12-16T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T03:06:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to have their babies XD</title><content type='html'>Argh... No no no, I can't stand it! &lt;s&gt;then sit down&lt;/s&gt; That girl on Soompi is so freaking lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't know what I'm freaking out about. Oh well, if you can understand my mad rantings in this entry, lucky you. If not, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd die if I were her, seriously, I'd die. I'd freeze up or something. But I know I won't be able to meet them face to face anyway. Don't even talk about the language barrier man. -.- Still got finance barrier also. WAHAHAHA... And talents/skills barrier too. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But OMG... What I'd give to be a Korean. T_T Everyone has a chance to meet whoever they want, as long as there is M.Net After School Of Rock around. Hahahaha... After watching the SS501 episode, I really think anything is possible, as long as you can read, write, and speak the language, and you're in that country. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... I wanna be her. No, wait. I don't actually want too. The stress is very bad. It's even worse than wanting to see Energy, or Jay. No wait, wanting to see Jay brings the same stress. 'Cos they're all so talented, I guess? And they have that &lt;em&gt;star quality&lt;/em&gt; there. The thing that makes you literally freeze in front of them, turns you into a statue. Makes you become unable to even imagine meeting them, 'cos it's just not &lt;em&gt;possible&lt;/em&gt;. Believe me, it has happened before. We still laugh about it when we reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the memories in KL can never be replaced. Unless the ones replacing them are better! =D Then I have absolutely no problem with it. Dammit, didn't even get to see SuJu in KL too. Tsk. The tuition girl makes me wanna grind my teeth in jealousy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad to fall so head over heels with the unattainable. Maybe that's why they're gasoos, and we're not. =( And why is everyone I know suddenly crazy over them? Though I'm one of those people as well. =P Think those old birds must be boiling by now. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish for this stupid phase to be all over. It's painful to reach like mad for something that I can't have, knowing that I can never have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreaming never hurt anybody. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116620907343067659?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116620907343067659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116620907343067659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116620907343067659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116620907343067659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-have-their-babies-xd.html' title='i want to have their babies XD'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-116470829659483723</id><published>2006-11-28T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:16:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Watching 'Balloons' already makes me smile. Imagine watching it &lt;i&gt;helium&lt;/i&gt; style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don'tpeeinyourpants. Iknowyou'llwantto. ^________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mfxk1S4YSLE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mfxk1S4YSLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new attempt at blogging again. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm doing away with the tagboard. Someone help me with my archives? Don't know how to make them look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-116470829659483723?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/116470829659483723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=116470829659483723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116470829659483723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/116470829659483723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/11/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-115557077599467817</id><published>2006-08-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:17:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you so so so so SOOOO much for the surprise birthday celebration on Saturday night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you guys!! There are too many to name, you know who you are. Here's a big, FAT kiss for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*MUACKZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I was really stunned when I saw the cake already lit, waiting for me on the table. I totally didn't expect it, ok! Really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for smashing cake in my face ah. -.- The smell of the cream totally turned me off the cake. Let me tell you more about what the cream did to me, 'k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went up my &lt;em&gt;nose&lt;/em&gt;! And the cream stayed there for like 5min before I realised I was breathing through my mouth. Then I had to blow my nose before I continued chasing Kazumi, YY and Alvin. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! The smell didn't go away ok! After awhile, it stopped smelling of cream, and started to smell of vomit instead. It was damn gross. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my shirt stinks as bad as Kazumi's now. =( I can't wear it now. Lucky I got an extra one, but it's L size. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Insert: Ok, my parents are arguing outside again. My mom's pissing me off big-time. She's such a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even though I love my parents deep down, but I really can't help feeling that she's really a big-time psycho. I was talking to my brother just now, and I was telling him that it's so easy to treat my dad well, 'cos he gives me reason to. But it's difficult to treat my mom well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You have to choose a time, like when she's actually sane and normal, before you can actually talk and joke with her normally. Other times, her brain is too far up her ass to think properly, and all she can do is whine and grouse about money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My brother says these days she keeps arguing with my dad so that he'll finally lose it and hit her, so she can get a PPO, like what her friend's been telling her. For goodness sakes, her friend doesn't know the truth at all. My dad is so mild, he'll never lay a finger on her! The most he ever does is raise his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to a happier topic (although it's really hard to, when I feel sucky inside). Thanks for making my last subcomm training camp a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had great fun at the camp! Even if brother thought it was a failure (I hope you don't anymore), it was absolutely great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 great FAs (one who sent a birthday msg to me even though I was around her for like 3/4 of the camp, and another whom I got to whack until shiok in a renamed version of HandiPlast), a great empire, Ninja (from which I learnt a Korean bad word and found a Singapore Idol lookalike), and original cheers ("Datte ah, datte ah, datte daiyo!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff that happened during the camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Willard, Alex's friend. Everytime he leads his empire in a cheer, I cannot stop laughing. His expressions are priceless! Like some kiampa chao Ah Beng. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Sleeping Buddha that YY, me, Alan, Jodin, Clif, Weisheng, Alex, and their friend discovered at night. Everytime I walk past him, he sleeps in a different pose. Maybe some of you will know who he is. I really admire him though, he has great courage in taking part in this camp, though I was initially quite afraid of you. My hat goes off to you, Sleeping Buddha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(897).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28897%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naruto ah, Naruto!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(899).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28899%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau-poking. I think Terence was under lots of physical pain the whole time he was with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stay long at CPF, rushed down to PS at 10.15pm. Had a super long chat with Hanee and Jin about some stuff. I was doing most of the talking anyway. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I didn't sleep at all, and yet I wasn't tired. I mean, my eyes kept wanting to close, but my brain was still super awake! So to keep my eyes open, I kept talking nonstop. I think everyone around me wanted to laugh, 'cos my voice kept getting softer and softer, but I still wanted to talk. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues also gave me a birthday surprise on Friday, before I left work for camp. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was damn silly, I totally didn't catch on to anything they were planning, even though I literally &lt;em&gt;saw&lt;/em&gt; Kat with the cake. My eyes were totally on Kat, didn't even see what she was carrying at all. Hahaha... Adel thought that the game was up at that time, but I didn't catch on! Haha... She tried to distract me by dragging me off to look for the Swarovski crystal shop. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, my beautiful cake from Bakerzin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(896).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28896%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, this is Hanee on Changmin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beautiful ordinary life. [ yoochunnie! ] says (11:19 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes gettingto b v.man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;[ a n g e l ] I want the unattainable Mr. Jung for my birthday present. says (11:20 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beautiful ordinary life. [ yoochunnie! ] says (11:20 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is changman now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beautiful ordinary life. [ yoochunnie! ] says (11:20 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not changmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're stronger than you seem to be, I can see that. So stop with the lies and show your true self!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-115557077599467817?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115557077599467817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=115557077599467817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115557077599467817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115557077599467817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-so-so-so-so-soooo-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-115383846201176552</id><published>2006-07-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:41:02.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I can bring a camera with me everywhere I go, so I can capture the random scenes that catch my eye. Things that have photographic potential take my breath away each and every time. I wish I can have a Nikon SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese 7th month starts today, but I'm lucky I don't have work at Dome this evening. Wish me luck for tomorrow. Just my luck that the one time I decide to pia, I bump into the 7th month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get haunted by &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; ghost. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/dbsk7.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/dbsk7.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think JaeHo are the sweetest things around! Hahaha... Everytime I lok at them, I'll go 'Awwww'... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/200606110441534874qm9fa.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/200606110441534874qm9fa.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaeHo is luuuuuuurrrrrrrvvvvveeeeeeeee. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-115383846201176552?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115383846201176552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=115383846201176552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115383846201176552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115383846201176552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wish-i-can-bring-camera-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-115365555073822948</id><published>2006-07-23T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:52:30.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was at Jin's house on Tuesday to nurse our DBSK withdrawals. That 'Dried Shrimp' on Love Letter is really irritating!! She's soooo ugly, and yet still dare to partner with Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die lah, I'm sounding like a fangirl. *buries head in hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'll try not to gush too much about them. Or Hwanhee (please stop calling him Fany!) or anyone else for that matter. I won't bring up Sung Min's name too, 'cos Hanee and Jin are super turned off by him. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the new Royston Tan movie on Wednesday. Is it me, or does everything I watch nowadays have Korean stuff in it? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the rather quiet movie (signature of Eric Khoo, who contributed to it) include Xiaowu plucking his guardian's pubic hair, and the guardian puking into a container, which was actually quite gross, come to think of it. That scene was a little like a horror movie. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucked that I was sooooo hungry during the movie that my stomach kept growling. Very throw face ok, 'cos if it growls, the whole theatre can probably hear it, since the movie has so little dialogue. *sobz* I don't know why I get hungry so fast! Don't tell me high metabolism, 'cos I'm not skinny. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to play bball on Thursday. It's been a long time since we've hung out together. =) Met them at PS and took NEL back to Kovan. Lao Die rushed off to the airport to see her sister off, so she didn't join us. We had a nice dinner at the Hong Kong Cafe and as usual, there was the usual bickering between me and Diana, while Sally and Xiaomei just sat there and watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Xiaomei got kinda frustrated with Sally and me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (to me) So how come you haven't watch 'Pirates' yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Xiaomei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Didn't you hear her? She already said just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wait, which 'Pirates' are we talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (didn't hear Sally) No! I didn't say anything what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaomei was trying to answer both of us at the same time and in the end, she gave up, clutched her head and started groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; say it, but I forgot. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/SP_A0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/SP_A0597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took neoprints later, then went to Sara court to play bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played full court with this really gross bunch of old men. Scared the shit out of me, 'cos almost half of them were shirtless and sweaty and just &lt;em&gt;REALLY GROSS&lt;/em&gt;. One particular fatty freaked me out the most. I didn't dare to touch them man. -.- Plus they were quite act big, insisted Jem fouled them when we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we moved to YY court and played full court with another buncha people again. This time they weren't that gross, but they don't smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is when we just played with each other in the dark, barefooted. Best part of the day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, had dinner with Jin and Hanee at MS. Ok, I was probably a little tired, but we still had a good time. Saw quite a few ex PL-Lites and started talking about them. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to James and his sister's birthday celebration yesterday! Silly YY, made us wear so nice, in the end I felt so fat. T_T Everyone who went wore so casual lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(863).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28863%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our handmade present! Ok, I had no part in making it, only YY, JY and KC did, but my name's still on the box! You can't see it though. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(861).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28861%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His facial expression got a little frozen after we kept asking him to wait while we took pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(859).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28859%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;James:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so touched, thank you for the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUCH&lt;/em&gt; better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(862).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28862%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheesecake that they baked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (showing with her fingers) When we baked the cake, the crust was &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; thick, the cheese was &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; thick, and the fruit was &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; thick. In the end, the cake was only &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt; thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funnier when you see her do it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(873).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28873%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HUGE ice-cream cake that James' family bought for him and his sister. Not bad, mint and mango ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(874).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28874%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James' and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(871).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28871%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(870).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28870%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(866).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28866%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-115365555073822948?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115365555073822948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=115365555073822948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115365555073822948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115365555073822948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/07/was-at-jins-house-on-tuesday-to-nurse.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-115314177155463051</id><published>2006-07-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:09:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shit man. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul seriously &lt;em&gt;sucks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did covers of Unforgettable and Rising Sun and totally killed the songs. Ishi's face looked distorted while he was trying (note: &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt;) to sing the high note at the start of Unforgettable, and the ugly one (I don't know his name, and I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; wanna know his name) zao sia-ed while shouting "Rising Sun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start in pointing out every single part they killed in the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBSK, please come to SG and show them a thing or two. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Soul gets kicked out. PLEASE let them be kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why Junsu sounds so different from the others in their songs. It's 'cos his words are more pronounced than the others when he's singing, so he sounds like he puts a lot of emotion into it. =D We love you, Xiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look through all the 987FM forums I could find online today at work, and I must say, this particular girl is very irritating. This &lt;em&gt;Kera &lt;/em&gt;(or is her name Dawn?), she behaves as if she's damn good friends with the DJ, act like they know her very well like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't even the truth! Lol... Her friend (I wonder how she can stand being her friend) keeps correcting her, saying that no, Mark Richmond doesn't know them, and Kera will reply, insisting that Mark Richmond knows them, he does! If Don Richmond knows us, he knows us too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... Whatever you say. (Which would've launched me into a rendition of DBSK's 'Whatever You Say' had I been talking to you at this moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if the radio DJs are worth going crazy over. -.-" There are really a whole lot of hardcore 987FM fans out there, proclaiming their love for the station over and over again. So scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss JaeHo.&lt;br /&gt;I miss YooSu.&lt;br /&gt;I even miss Changmin who has no one, which is probably a good thing, come to think of it. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-115314177155463051?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115314177155463051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=115314177155463051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115314177155463051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115314177155463051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-shit-man.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-115304268473184173</id><published>2006-07-16T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:38:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from M'sia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a scare at customs, when the guy suddenly took Jin away. Still bastard enough to laugh at her. What the hell... Can't stand this kinda people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Berjaya Times Square around 3+ and checked in first. Dumped all our stuff, then walked around in the shopping mall for awhile. At first was quite excited that there was a Dome there, 'cos SuJu mentioned that they went to Dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate ice cream from Baskin Robbins. The ice cream is damn delicious! My Butter Pecan and Macademia Nuts Cream, I'll dream of you every night for weeks to come... *sigh* They don't have Baskin Robbins in Singapore, so we ate ice cream from there for the 2 days that we were in M'sia. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up going to Sushi King for lunch. It's like an M'sian version of our Genki Sushi. Really, the restaurant decor and even the logo looks 90% the same. Only their logo isn't an angry face, like the Genki Sushi one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap food in M'sia is really cheap, half price! Ate until our stomachs burst. Hahaha... Once we sat down, Jie Jie and Jin started grabbing things off the conveyor belt liao. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our late lunch, we walked over to the Regent to try our luck. When we saw the Dome opposite, we really sian-ed diao. Then silly me got my hopes up and said, "But look! They say they went to Coffee Bean, but there's no Coffee Bean opposite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the others immediately caught sight of the stupid Coffee Bean once I finished my sentence. Haiz. Sian lah. Didn't get to stay same hotel as them. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked for awhile in the Regen'ts toilet, 'cos it was damn comfy in there, armchairs provided, plus aircon. LOL! Didn't stink too, so plus points added. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later took the train to Bukit Jalil. There are probably like a &lt;em&gt;thousand&lt;/em&gt; stadiums just in that one place alone! The whole place had at least 5 stadiums/concert halls, each the size of our National Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin and Hanee bought their albums there. Was it 'Heart, Mind and Soul' or 'My Destiny'? Can't remember, but they got free posters along with the albums. I didn't buy, 'cos Yunho didn't look that nice in the poster. =P Kind of wasted, 'cos the rest looked pretty good in it. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some SuJu members appeared, then there was lots of screaming. Couldn't identify those guys anyway, SuJu got so many people! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These glass boxes came down from above the stage but Junsu's hit the stage sengeh. Kaoz, scared the hell out of me. Lucky someone ran out and shifted it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song in the concert was really sian 1/2 man. The stupid technical problems made JaeJoong's face so black. Totally spoilt 'Tonight'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho was extremely cute! MUAHAHA... He and his "Saranghaeyo's". JaeJoong was really pretty. =) Jin couldn't stand Yoochun's off-shoulder top. Wahaha... But he looked good lah, other than the lion hair. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help feeling sorta cheated during the concert, 'cos they kept showing the MVs, but they didn't come out to sing. Especially the Insa MV. I guess everyone was hoping that JaeJoong would do a solo, but he didn't. So sad. But they did come out to sing 'One' after that. I'm &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; proud of Yunho's "mae eelro". HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaeJoong's performance was really disappointing this time. He kept forgetting the lyrics, and one time, he also forgot the dance steps and kept looking at the rest. Why did the technical glitches in 'Tonight' affect him so greatly?? So disappointing. =( I was kinda looking forward to a great performance by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Jie was taken away by one of the staff 'cos she was using her camera, but she bang the staff back until they had to let her go. &lt;em&gt;"I'm not going to let you take my camera away unless you catch every single one of the people out there with cameras!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't really allow us to stand during the concert, bummer. One time, handcuffs were even pointed at us. Like what the hell?! Psychotic man, that person. Needless to say, it was the same guy who dragged Jie Jie away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left while they were playing the Hi Ya Ya MV. It took us 5min to walk all the way out to the main road, and even then, it was even tougher trying to get a cab. Oh, they were enough empty cabs, but none wanted to stop for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was until we asked these girls to help us call for a cab that we realised that cabs couldn't stop here 'cos it was something like a highway. It didn't look like a highway at all! Like those typical roads you see in HDB estates! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We conversed in English, and they told us to cross the road to get a cab, we'd have better luck there. One was speaking in Canto, while the other translated to us in English. When her friend asked her why didn't she just tell us, she said she in Canto that she didn't know how to. But later when we tried to get another cab again, she pointed to this empty cab and said in fluent English, "Try to see if you can get this cab uncle to stop for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to her and said, "There! You can speak English what!" She gave this embarrassed laugh. M'sian people are weird man. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 10 more minutes to finally a cab. Those 10 minutes were torture for us, 'cos Jin saw a huge bus coming out of the carpark while we were still trying to flag a cab. We finally got one, and it cost us 60RM to get to the airport. Apparently, the cabs in M'sia don't charge by the meter, but according to rates that you bargain instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only just managed to catch DBSK while they were walking into the departure hall. Only JaeJoong looked up. He wasn't smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunhooooooooooo... Two words: &lt;strong&gt;Damn cute.&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin was complaining about Yoochun's ah pek slippers. Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Mac's later, and talked about what happened just now. After awhile, this group of girls sat at a table near us and one of them came over to ask us whether DBSK had left. We told her yes, and she was really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we decided to go over and talk to them. Had a really nice chat! We found out they were from Thailand. They left only directly after the concert and told us that after they played the Hi Ya Ya MV, they played the Red Sun MV and there weren't any encore performances. So that means we were very lucky when we left while Hi Ya Ya was playing. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they told us that there'd be a concert in Bangkok in September and now Jin is very intent on going. I want to go too! But I don't think I can go. =( Haiz, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100RM cab ride home in a maxicab. Total madness, but total luxury in the car. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next day shopping. Actually, we were hoping we'd bump into SuJu, expecially Hanee's Si Won, but of course we didn't lah. We're not so lucky. =( But there were SM Town auditions being held at the Regent that day. We joked that we would give the other people a chance, 'cos if &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; joined, we would be signed on immediately. WAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're full of star status! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't buy anything for myself in M'sia (if you exclude food), but I bought a pair of shorts for my bro, 'cos quite cheap, 30RM only. We had a cheap lunch at this Hong Kong place, where the dim sum was damn cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we checked out Starhill Gallery, this really posh place that's like Singapore's Paragon. The shops there are so high-end that the cheapest brands I could find were only Timberland and Polo Ralph Lauren. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate at Secret Recipe. The cakes are freaking cheap there too, half price! ^^ We made up our 'Saving Lists' there! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Saving List' means a list of people you would save, ranked in order. Wanna know mine? =P I had so many people to save that the others had a headache trying to rank them, 'cos I kept changing my mind. Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Top 10 Saving List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Yunho&lt;/span&gt; (who else?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Yoochun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) JaeJoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) Junsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) HwanHee&lt;/span&gt; (FTTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) Changmin&lt;/span&gt; (he's risen in rank. He used to be like the millionth person on it or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) He Jun Xiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8) Kim Jung Hoon&lt;/span&gt; (or commonly known as Yul in Goong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9) Hye Sung&lt;/span&gt; (Shinhwa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10) Minwoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Kim Kibum and Sungmin were in there too, but they slowly got pushed down. Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a 15RM cab ride down to Pudu Raya and caught an earlier bus back to Singapore. The bus driver was in a damn bad mood, kept scolding us if we were too slow to get down the bus at the checkpoints. Hello, if you've just woken up from a good sleep, your actions will also be a little slow, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Still suffering from withdrawal symptoms*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-115304268473184173?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115304268473184173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=115304268473184173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115304268473184173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115304268473184173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-from-msia-got-scare-at-customs.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-115194288283367752</id><published>2006-07-03T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:02:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for a long time, hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I don't think I've had a good night's sleep for a looooong time. But anyway, updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the PL 90-hour music marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind: Seniors&lt;br /&gt;In front: Juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am in the morning. Our voices haven't "open" yet, but our performance is already over. Tired, but happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back later at night to sing again, but this time for half an hour. The PL teachers are really #@$#@!@#. I hate PL now, but I still love my memories when I was still in it. PL has really changed now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(824).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28824%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the backdrop for the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(823).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28823%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm famous! The circled face is MINE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(825).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28825%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these 2 girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub-theme 1's Kai, who let all Singaporeans down greatly when we saboh-ed him to take part in this Singapore Food Festival contest. He won chilli crab sauce though, but gave it all to this woman who kept bugging us for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(827).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28827%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lovely Events team guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(801).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very retro, but all unpaid for! See all the price tags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(802).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28802%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin fulfils her dream of being a rich tai-tai at Marina Square's Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(803).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28803%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is just plain retarded. How're you supposed to see anything with that price tag blocking your eyes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(833).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28833%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi has nothing better to do at Dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what XQ, Jin, Hanee and I had at Max Brenner's, the chocolate place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(805).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28805%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(807).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28807%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(809).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28809%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XQ drew this heart with chocolate sauce. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff at Max Brenner's may be good, but the STAFF aren't. -.- Even the manager's attitude sucks. Dammit, don't think I'm going back there man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the elections, of course I'm disappointed I didn't get in. But to all the people who voted for me, thank you SO SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Weiqi said, at least I know how popular I am in school. Lol. Ok, stop BHB-ing. =P No doubts about it, I'm going to be a subcomm again. TPSU is in my blood. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Maopong, Fuad, Eric and Yaoming yesterday. Had a great time! Fuad treated Maopong and me to Pastamania. I'll miss all the gossiping and crapping that we do everytime we meet up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cell of my body is yearning for the 14th, when all my dreams will come true. Please let it come quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I've been too complacent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-115194288283367752?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/115194288283367752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=115194288283367752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115194288283367752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/115194288283367752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/07/havent-blogged-for-long-time-hor-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114908144692148543</id><published>2006-05-31T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:45:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, I'm not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that life has become so mundane and boring that I have nothing of interest to talk about on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually I do. But I'm just too lazy to blog, ok? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to put you at ease, here's a long-awaited entry to update you on what has been going on so far in my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken to watching Korean and Taiwanese dramas everytime I'm at home. I've just finished watching 'Goong' (in which I've found the new love of my life! =P) and I'm starting on 'Full House' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know you're going to say I'm slow. "Like how long ago was Full House shown on TV lah?" But I never watch TV for a very long time ok, so I don't know what shows they're showing on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just recently borrowed 3 more shows (新娘18岁, 恶作剧之吻, and 爱情合约) and they're just screaming at me to watch them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Life during SIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC Nielsen is ok. The full-timers there are Ms. Lee (my supervisor), Kathleen, Serene, Poh Gek, Wun and Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen is this (I think) 27-year-old whose voice is damn act cute. In fact, she's damn act cute, full stop. Doesn't match her dressing too. And she likes to 撒娇 to the other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks and behaves like another Edith. She loves the sound of her own voice, which is exceptionally annoying, because of the sharpness of her 'S'-es. She speaks in a different accent when making serious talk, a very fake one. Don't you just hate it when people put on fake accents, especially when they’re speaking to 'Ehng Moes'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's fine lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene can speak Jap very well. One time she answered her phone and started nattering on in Jap that made my jaw drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh Gek is really tan, and her build is really nice too. I heard she's a jogger, takes part in marathons and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wun is from Hong Kong, and she really does have that funny accent! Hahaha... But hers isn't as pronounced as how Kai always does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't sit near Adele, so I don't know how she's like. But so far, she's really nice, sometimes quite funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lee is hilarious man! She took us out for lunch once, sort of a farewell meal for Yipling, another intern. And the stories she told us about her adventure on a public transport! Made us laugh until our stomachs ached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made friends with the 2 other interns from NTU, Minda and Yipling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minda's an Indonesian-Chinese, and she's nice to talk to. I like talking to her! One time, we spent our whole time before lunch telling each other ghost stories, 'cos it got too boring rearranging the questionnaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Yipling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a funny character, she really is. When I talk to her, I don't know whether I wanna laugh or cry. She's a teacher-ish character, who is really nice. She's nice, I really think she's nice! Why do I keep saying that? Because, I may say some stuff later that may seem mean, but I really do like her. It's just.. No, I can't keep it in my heart any longer, I will burst. Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, she has a favourite word. What's the word, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ORH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's it. Seems normal, even common. Right? WRONG. &lt;em&gt;Very&lt;/em&gt; wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it's starting to drive me nuts. She always responds to everything you say with an "Orhhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"The weather’s real-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Orhhh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"-ly nice today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it's instinct to stop talking when someone interrupts you? Well, Yipling's dreaded response will come in 3/4 through your sentence, making you wonder whether you should stop talking for her to finish her dragged-out "orh", and make the atmosphere damn weird 'cos you didn’t finish what you had to say. Or whether you should be rude and just carry on talking anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I got used to her and just carried on, 'cos I figured out it’s just her way of showing she's listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, her '"orh's" really appear at the wrong time! Like yesterday, when we came back late from lunch, and Kathleen sorta admonished her about it. Yipling immediately responded with an "orhhh..." which made Kat kinda 哭笑不得. She kept laughing while saying, "That’s not the correct response! What are you supposed to say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really maddening, this habit of Yipling's, but what makes it even more maddening is that the "orh's" make you wanna carry on talking even more, 'cos you’d feel encouraged if someone was responsive to what you were saying, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing is, she's genuinely interested when she's saying it, but you just can't help feeling like she's being sarcastic when she suddenly cuts in with an "Orhhh..." while you're talking. Initially, I'd immediately snap my head to look at her, thinking she was being sarcastic, and she had this genial smile on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With people like this, I think you'll probably go mad after hanging out with them too long, 'cos you'd be so confused from all the mixed signals. Hahaha... One day, I wanna say to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"HAN ZI LAH, ORH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that soon though, 'cos her last day is on Friday. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having lunch with Yipling and Minda ever since my first day of work, and they intro-ed me to their friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Huiyi, who works upstairs on the 15th floor (there are 2 floors to AC Nielsen! One is the 15th, where it occupies the entire floor, and the other is the 13th, where it occupies half. I work there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Jieying and Beverly, who work at Tan Tock Seng Hospital Corp Comm Department, nearby. I found a mate in Jieying, who's just as crazy over the dramas as I am. She's the one who lent me all the shows! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the new loves of my life. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 is Kim Jung Hoon. He needs no further explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is followed by a tie between He Junxiang and Yunho from DBSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu is the 3rd. He's from DBSK too. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niaos were out in full force yesterday. We had dinner in Pepper Lunch. Yummy! Too bad no one brought a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(766).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28766%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114908144692148543?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114908144692148543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114908144692148543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114908144692148543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114908144692148543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-im-not-dead-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114752463566559972</id><published>2006-05-22T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:08:38.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because Jin says I'm very lousy in picking pictures, here we go again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/drama4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/drama4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want him to marry me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Goong for the past few weeks, so I'm currently in a permanent state of dreaminess over the show. Don't attempt to speak to me, or you'll face a deluge of Goong trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! And please watch Goong too! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114752463566559972?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114752463566559972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114752463566559972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114752463566559972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114752463566559972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/05/because-jin-says-im-very-lousy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114709556694245689</id><published>2006-05-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:39:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally get to do something today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene gave me a spreadsheet to update. And I've to update 3 years' worth of data! Although it involves staring at a computer screen for hours on end (as if I don't do it enough at home. =P) until your contacts feel like they're going to drop off anytime, it's still something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very data entry-ish (I wasn't wrong, then), but hey! My first time doing a proper data entry job! Hard to believe right? But it's true, 'cos all my previous part-time jobs didn't entail data entry at all, so I never knew what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wondered why that date seemed so familiar. And then I remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114709556694245689?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114709556694245689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114709556694245689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114709556694245689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114709556694245689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-finally-get-to-do-something-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114709654382262815</id><published>2006-05-08T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:58:09.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started out kinda sick. This man sitting beside me at the bus stop while I was waiting for my bus to work, he was gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was doing something, but I couldn't see what, 'cos I was reading my book. Then suddenly, he leaned to one side and &lt;em&gt;farted&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly reminds me of Ah Pui's NAPFA encounter, only not as bad. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was super disgusted, and glared at him. He couldn't be bothered, and resumed doing what he was doing before he farted. Which was mining gold from his nose. Urgh. Lucky I haven't eat my breakfast yet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to see SuperBand after work. Was at the Milo Bing section with Cherie and Jin, who also had a ticket from her friend. We had lots of fun! Snoopy, Brods and Juz-Be were damn good! And Milo Bing were as funny as usual. Hope they get into the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, Jin's friend, made us go pretend to be Milo Bing fans afterwards to see if they had other fans as well. Then I saw Vin taking pictures with some people. *sigh* That stupid girl wanted me to take pictures with him, but I was too scared! Then she said, "Since when are you scared of this kinda thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Bring up the stupid Yuhao thing again, willya? -.- Beak, you shaddap too. I know you're going to laugh. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end, I didn't take a photo with Vin anyway. 'Cos LJ was there too. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went supper with the Milu You people later. Lol... That was what Amanda called the whole entourage. Milo Bing are really nice people in person. Got to know what it was like behind the scenes from the lead, even though I don't know his name until now. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Milo Bing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My 投怀送抱 days are long over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114709654382262815?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114709654382262815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114709654382262815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114709654382262815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114709654382262815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-started-out-kinda-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114607438307983493</id><published>2006-04-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:59:43.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karen cried on Monday, and I think it was partly my fault, 'cos I was late for an hour, and she was run ragged, trying to cope with the breakfast crowd during my absence. Then just after I arrived, loads of things happened at once. Deliveries came, deliveries to be made, so many customers, Alan want people to wait for him at the bus stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded, that one. So busy already still so dua pai, want people to wait for him. TSK! Then he came in after realising no one was waiting for him (we called Adi back to send the delivery instead) and scolded Karen. After he left, Karen started grumbling to herself, and she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, she's been complaining about everything and nagging at us non-stop, even more than the usual. It's starting to get on my nerves. ARGH! If you wanna quit, hurry up and look for another job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there've been lots of flies in Dome, and it's been irritating both the staff &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the customers. Adi and Ryan formed the Fly Exterminating Squad on Monday. They were far more effective than any bug spray you can find on the market, I tell you. Using a simple weapon of 2 rubber bands tied together, they managed to kill 6 flies! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put all the flies together in one plastic container and I labelled it 'Fly Counter'. =D There was one fly which wasn't dead yet, and Adi went to squash it with her finger. Yucks! I squealed and ran away, and even Ryan made a face too. Lol... He said he could hear the 'Ptssss' sound when she squashed it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the fly exterminating fever has spread to the other staff. Even Ba Jie is killing flies and adding them to our daily collection (we throw the container of flies away each day and get a new one the next day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always makes comments that cause my brother and I to roll on the floor laughing. Yes, literally 'ROFL'. He said this about Zhou Chong Qing's looks in SuperBand on TV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"越来越变态。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked pretty gothic! Not bad already, considering his previous looks on SuperBand. The unforgettable one was the first episode, where he had this Beatles haircut. Absolutely horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking scared that I'll be asked to do SPSS at AC. I think I better do a crash course while I still have the chance. And I have no office wear! Ok, just one set. But that will not do! Shopping's due on Friday, 'cos it's payday! =) I'll be meeting HPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent Linggie off on Sunday. It was a moment of finality when I watched her go in. It meant that the elections are finally coming, closer than I thought, and it won't be long before I've to go about fulfilling my promise to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Year 1, you join TP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;White hair, pink hair, chao Ah Lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Year 2, you join Main Comm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There is room for improvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Year 3, you're flying off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We are here to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y is for Yiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We love Yiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you wanna hear her cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let's shout 'Yiling'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yiling Oei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We are one big family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;With a great big hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And a kiss from me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Won't you say you love me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I choked when I came to 'With a great big hug'. I miss you already, Ponggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who are you to judge me when you're not the epitome of good morality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114607438307983493?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114607438307983493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114607438307983493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114607438307983493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114607438307983493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/karen-cried-on-monday-and-i-think-it.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114569236484606288</id><published>2006-04-23T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:15:43.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I re-read my most recent entry (this is it's edited version), I realised I really shouldn't be that vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm not vulgar in my blog, where else can I throw my tantrums? Fuck care lah, I'll type whatever I wanna type. It's up to you whether you wanna read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have a short temper hor? Kelly commented on it the other day at work, 'cos I always go up to the bar mumbling and grumbling about some stupid customer who pissed me off again. Like what happened today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit lah, that stupid woman. So dumb. I work here, how would I know what dish is nice to eat? You think I get to eat everything on the menu meh? Bloody stupid man. Plus she didn't even ask me what's nice to eat in which category, she asked me what's nice in the WHOLE menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu has over 30 dishes!! You want me to go through every single one, you stupid ass?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever, moaning and groaning about all the stupid people in the world who just happen to come to Dome everytime it's my shift, but I sense you won't be interested in reading about them anyway. I repeat myself after awhile, because I get the same stupid customers doing the same stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important thing to note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I suck at mahjong when I'm playing for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the biggest loser! Urgh, I can't stand it man. Went to Cal's house with Alan and Tattie yesterday to play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal picked me up at my house. He drives! Xat lah, I wish I can drive too. But no money to buy car, no point getting a license. =( I didn't know that topping up your oil cost so much. $75! OMG... On the way to his house, I saw this weird taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(712).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28712%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's the cardboard for? I thought only girls wanted to stay white! It seems like it's the in thing for taxi uncles to be white too. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played 2 rounds, and at least I managed to recoup &lt;em&gt;abit&lt;/em&gt; of my losses in the 2nd round. I think my bad luck is due to Ah Ji, man. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time (the night of the first day of Orientation Week Zero) I was at Eddie's house playing mahjong for money with YY and Ah Ji, he (meaning Ah Ji) was sitting on my left, and I was the biggest loser for that day. I now owe him $10. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he sat on my left again, and I was the biggest loser &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. *sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to go crazy and talk to themselves during mahjong sessions. At Eddie's house, we mumbled cheer after cheer while rushing through each game. It was the same thing at Cal's house. I couldn't stop laughing at the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Cal has a nice mom, and all of us (including his mom) went to Geylang after our mahjong session to have a dinper of dim sum. Dinper means dinner-cum-supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd year in TP has really been one of many emotional ups and downs. It's been both the happiest and saddest (one of) year in my life. I can't believe how many friends I'll be losing. I have &lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt;, actually. People are dropping out of TP left and right, or they're graduating. I just found out from Han's blog that Guan will be leaving TP too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, feel like crying right now. Guan's one of my favourite people in SU! And I realise now that every time I go clubbing, it's always with him. I always have so much fun whenever he's around. *sobz* Bye bye, Guan. I'll miss you. Please come back to visit us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do you always have to be so negative about yourself? It really pains me. After months, we finally get back in contact, and I see you like that. It saddens my heart. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114569236484606288?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114569236484606288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114569236484606288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114569236484606288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114569236484606288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-i-re-read-my-most-recent-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114569226367018293</id><published>2006-04-22T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:08:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew, Orientation Week Zero's finally over! And contrary to last year, I totally loved my SL class! How I wish I'll get to see them over the next few months... =( Unfortunately, I'll be starting my (long-delayed!) SIP on the 2nd of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was a little apprehensive on the first day. I was paired up with an SL that I was unfamiliar with, but whom I warmed up to almost immediately (hitting each other's chests and foreheads before the day even got under way). She's none other than.... Felicia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(683).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28683%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haikel and Doggie are behind us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the freshies started trickling in, all the other classes had at least half, but mine only had 3!!! I was so disappointed, but I tried to talk to them anyway. It's hard to revert back to GL mode after being in the background for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biz School had something new this year for orientation. We had 2 mascots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(696).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28696%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's my ex-hubby turned hubby again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(698).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28698%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And the other's my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super shocked when I saw them wearing the mascot costumes. But they pulled the whole thing off well anyway, so 3 cheers to them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my class arrived soon enough. I lost my voice very soon, trying to make myself heard above the whole din. But at least I got to know their names and everything, PLUS they cheered louder than the other CMM classes! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone says that CMM is CMI in cheering, and all of us CMM SLs agree too. Haikel and I were super prepared for the horrendous response we received when we shouted "CMM oei!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"..............................."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fall on the floor, foaming at the mouth, and twitching uncontrollably. 'Cos I was prepared! Hahaha... Although deep inside, I wanted to. =P I was hoping that this year's batch would be different, but I was wrong. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my efforts to get to know my SL class weren't in vain. I was alone for awhile during ice-breaking, 'cos Felicia disappeared to have breakfast. Thank goodness I managed to make the boring name game fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I hope. They &lt;em&gt;seemed&lt;/em&gt; like they had fun. Played Ti Tu Tiu with them too, and a different version of the name game (names &amp; actions), something I remembered from Arts App CDS waaaay back in 1.1. Seems a long time ago now. But we were laughing like crazy. I was trying my darnedest to be as hyper as can be, and you know what? I think I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn tiring though. I had to be 10 times as hyper as I usually am. That's why I almost fell asleep during the Regatta briefing later. I know Yee Ping and Lindee fell asleep! =P I couldn't, 'cos I was right in front of Terence, the SAA advisor. Don't know how Lindee dare to sleep so 光明正大-ly. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back to the Sports Complex later, I found a whole new CMM! They were actually cheering! And I was especially proud of them when 'Go Temasek Go' was played and they signed the whole song, even though 3/4 of the whole Biz School weren't. I noticed the air above BSG was significantly void of fists punching in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my love for CMM again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't join the SLs the next day, 'cos I was an SU official. =( But I had renewed faith in my efforts to be a leader when I went to check on my class for a few minutes. All of them were saying that I pangseh-ed them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole class actually returned, with 2 more added! I know those 2 left on the first day after registration because they were bored. I'm so touched they came back. =) Only one didn't return, and I don't care whether he comes back anyway. He wasn't very cooperative, so act cool, so ugly summore. HEHE... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a dunno-what for the Olympiad. Seriously, I don't even know what my role is. Sarah and I were to direct the different teams to their respective positions in the games, that's all. It was fun, though! =) Catherine, our SAA advisor, kept mixing the both of us up. LOL... Someone (I forgot who) even said I looked like her. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Tattie's brother again! He's in HTM too. They have the same seh and same face shape. Even the way he blows his hair is like Tattie. But I think he did that purposely for our sake, 'cos all of us were like pointing him out. WAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT School was surprisingly good during the games, but their cheering was half-hearted as usual. Or maybe they were just situated too far away from the grandstand? Nah. I still think they can't be bothered. They were right in the middle last year, but they still sucked at being rah-rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few injured parties after the Olympiad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(704).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28704%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is an imitation of a certain person in Programme. I don't think I need to give a name. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(705).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28705%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Monday's my bir---ACK! Heart attack!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(707).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28707%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chao Ah Beng is paralysed from the waist up. WAHAHAHA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(706).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28706%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KC just looks like he's sitting there. -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're not supposed to play with it, but the wheelchair in the Sports Complex storeroom is just too fun! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Regatta, I got a chance to take part in the Dragon Boat race! Even though we didn't win, I still had loadsa fun. =) Our boat called ourselves the Chapalang Gang, 'cos we were really chapalang. Got Business, got SU, got ELF... LOL! The grass at the dock was damn painful, though. All the thorns from the mimosa plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zumi performed in the Salvo drumming. Damn nice! She looked damn xat man. Me and Linda were rapt with attention. =) Business won the Regatta, but too bad we didn't win the Best Cheer. Oh well, better luck next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jam 'N' Hop after that. Fantastic light show, thanks to Eng Meng. It was really damn beautiful and professional. =) There was also a mass orgy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(708).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28708%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presenting Male Model No. 1!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Alvin, his shirt kena taken off in a surprise ambush. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(711).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28711%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers to the 2 people who tried to buckle my legs the whole night. =) I'll miss you, Yasin and Jimmy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home with Kenneth after the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114569226367018293?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114569226367018293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114569226367018293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114569226367018293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114569226367018293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/phew-orientation-week-zeros-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114528944115892413</id><published>2006-04-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:11:29.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah! I actually finished this freaking long entry yesterday, but Blogger died on me while I was publishing it, so I lost the whole thing. *curses and swears in every language I can think of*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are the pics from FOW/FOC! More pics of Log Comm than of the actual camp and workshop. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tortoise face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good morninggggg... Welcome to Metro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(654).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28654%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Log guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The BEAUTIFUL Log girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught Shep smoking! Lol... Actually I was there talking to them too. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah Boon seems to think Kit stinks. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The entire FOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(669).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(669).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dom and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(657).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(657).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(653).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(653).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ivan and his dirty dancing. I'll miss him too. He wasn't lying when he said he was leaving the school. =( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pongs are now happily reunited. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subcomms rock my socks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've missed this bugger dearly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Log Comm xat ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Programme Comm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's 'F' for 'Foodmin'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During debrief. That's only half of the room by the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At CPF.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MMC gals. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another 3 Pongs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The entire FOC!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the graduates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ack!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Gako-Geko-Piong partner!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Graduated already, but he still counts. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best FA I've ever had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Log Comm head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop the suaning ok! -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My very first FA. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shep, hands off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lim Chong Guang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling Nor Nor. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wacky stuff I discovered during the 6 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shep and Eileen aren't the focal point here. Please looks beyond them, in the background. It's Yi Le and she had no idea they were taking the picture, but she still looks scary anyway. =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steph looks like a q-ed up cockroach when she's sleeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what's left of what was originally intended to be a pic of Dada and Ah Tan. Songda jumped in front of the cameras with no warning!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omg, Terence looks retarded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(647).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(647).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glen in a weird pose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(652).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(652).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shep tries to hump Glen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(651).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(651).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unsatisfied, he licks Justin's toes instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(668).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(668).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PKP and me suntanning on the track while waiting for the first empire to arrive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(646).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(646).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alan and Jodin conducting a debrief. Looks normal, right? Until you see who they're talking to...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(645).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP(645).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...No one! -.- All of us chio ka peng when we saw them. Hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few months, there've been reports of a peeping tom in the girl's toilets at Dome, but they have never been able to nab him. Today, the peeping tom has finally been caught! He was none other than Mr. Table, a Dome regular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned this NuSkin fella and his penchant for sitting at our tables and not ordering while conducting his meetings in previous entries. I found out today that Minnie Mouse, the she-dog (also NuSkin) who loves to wrangle 10% discounts or free meals from Dome, is also his older sister. Like sister, like brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she peeps at guys too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance to him. The both of them actually, since I doubt Minnie Mouse has the face to step into Dome again, and Mr. Table being locked up in jail. The rest of the staff have decided to give Minnie Mouse a hard time if she comes back in again. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are an even bigger jerk than I thought you were. You BASTARD! I hope you rot in hell for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The thing I hate most is ambiguity. The few who've heard of my first would know. She's right, it will all be over soon. One more year to go before I'm rid of you forever (hopefully).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114528944115892413?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114528944115892413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114528944115892413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114528944115892413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114528944115892413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/bah-i-actually-finished-this-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114519137741319564</id><published>2006-04-16T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:42:58.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last day of FOC was a very sad one for me. Typing this now still makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the graduating students give their speeches, I couldn't help but let my tears fall. I thought of all the great times I had with them, especially Ah Pui, Isky, and Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendship with Ah Pui was technically a year old, since it started on the last night of the SL Camp that MMC was formed in. Through this one year, we became great friends. I'm still surprised at how closer we've become since I first met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Isky, my Papa Bear, the one who always has a smile on when I see him, the one who lets me rub his tummy and gives me a bear hug (hence his nick, lol). He's the best FA I've ever seen, no one can compare to him. I'm so glad I got the chance to have him as my FA. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Han, I had so many deep conversations with him on MSN that I've lost count. I'm grateful to him for all his encouragement and the times he cheered me up when I was down. Not to forget the crazy fight between me and Shep to have Han all to ourselves. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew so close to Nor Nor during her last year that I wish we'd been friends earlier. We went through so much in I-Guides and also other stuff. She'd been my emotional support whenever I thought I'd die from the workload. I won't forget the looooooooong telephone conversations with Ah Pat and her, and the ones with just her alone. And if you ever stay over at my house again (you're the first person to ever do so, by the way), you'll get the bed this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the graduating students and the ones I didn't mention, I'll miss all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not the angel you think I am. I'm human too. I get scared and helpless at times too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114519137741319564?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114519137741319564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114519137741319564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114519137741319564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114519137741319564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-day-of-foc-was-very-sad-one-for.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114501268550193862</id><published>2006-04-14T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:18:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had a yummy meal of chilli crab, sotong, prawns, abalone, and abalone clams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my wonderful mummy. =) It was Amos' early birthday dinner. His birthday will be on this coming Monday. Don't know whether I should get him the contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going back to school soon. FOC Performance Night. Log Comm not performing. Don't know whether to be sad or happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log isn't that bad, really. We're gelling really well with Programme and some of Foodmin. During our free time, it's basically just the few of us from Log and Programme hanging out together and talking cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Mark and Shep last night, and discovered another case of The Grass Is Greener On The Other Side Syndrome. TGIGOTOSS. Oh man, that's long. They seem to think that Log is more fun than Programme, but I think the opposite. My conclusion: It's fun only because the few of us from both comms gather together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the subcomms went to MOS last night! Nah, not really. We invited the other subcomms to the Log Comm room and had a mini Jam 'N' Hop there. Lol... The small whiteboard outside had this on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free admission!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Special invitation:&lt;br /&gt;Log Comm&lt;br /&gt;Program&lt;br /&gt;Foodmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also celebrated Tom's birthday! Lol... Muscleman kena saboh-ed by all of us. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation of the day: Xiao Toot is actually a great dancer! He's a Para Para King man. After we patrolled the Tampines Central stations, we went to TM and Xiao Toot ruled the Para Para machine there! I have the uttermost respect for him now. Don't see him so toot toot, he can DANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not that alluring in other areas. Can never forget Deni's reaction in "MOS" last night. *guffaws*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said I lost my respect for a certain Log Comm-er in OTC? I've learned to get over this, and I've found someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone new to dislike, that is. I'm not the only one. My task for the remaining time up to camp dismissal: Try to keep my public dislike for him to a minimum. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you have no one else, but I need space to breathe too. Please stop sticking to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114501268550193862?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114501268550193862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114501268550193862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114501268550193862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114501268550193862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-had-yummy-meal-of-chilli-crab.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114450663796053529</id><published>2006-04-08T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:03:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder how can she hate you, when so many others love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it easy to like you, but yet, I can remember a time when I used to hate you with a vengeance. For a short while anyway. And I can't hate you for long, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this entry is going, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised I have this really bad flaw in my character that I hate so much but just can't change. Why does the grass on the other side always seem greener to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend I'm 5 years old. I'm using a kid's analogy here, but it doesn't mean that this character flaw has been around since I was young, ok! I've only just recently developed this flaw ever since I entered TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm 5, and I'm at my best friend's birthday party. I've looked forward to this party for ages. I've got the cutest dress ever, with pink frills and lace and all ribbons everywhere. Yeah right, like I would wear a dress when I was young. I'm serious! I hated dresses or skirts even when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digresses aside. On with the analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the greatest present for my friend. It's the newest Barbie doll on the market, the one that looks like Snow White. Yeah right, like I'd get a Barbie doll for my friend. I'd probably get colour pencils. That's the only thing my mom got for my friends when I attended their birthday parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm playing Musical Chairs with the other kids, I wonder, "Where's Malcolm? Is he at home? Why didn't he come to the party? Maybe his parents brought him to McDonald's. I bet he's eating McNuggets now. Yucks, I don't like egg sandwiches. I want McNuggets!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I love egg sandwiches (I really do! I'm looking forward to FOW/FOC's breakfasts and suppers), I start yearning for McNuggets, and I don't have as much fun as I would at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only "Malcolm" didn't come into the picture, then I'd be having the time of my life. This party would be one of the many significant events that'd be etched in my memory. But because of "Malcolm", I can't have fun at my best friend's party anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand what I'm trying to say? Because that's what it's always been about. It doesn't matter if you don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not 5 anymore, sometimes I still feel like I am. I can't handle &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; kind of situations. Maybe I once could, but now I can't. It's too stressful. So don't blame me if I run away. Don't blame me if I can't face my problems. It's probably the one thing we have in common, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I used the name 'Malcolm' because this boy by the name of 'Malcolm' really used to be my Kindergarten classmate. It was because of him that I fell from a very high plank and knocked myself senseless for a few minutes. Recently, it's been my theory that it was because of that fall that I have such a bad memory now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his name is the only other one I can remember from my male Kindergarten classmates. The other boy's name is Joel, but he was a terror. Don't think he is now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We're too different for it to be possible. Best to nip this in the bud. Please give me the strength to stop it from getting any further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114450663796053529?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114450663796053529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114450663796053529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114450663796053529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114450663796053529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-i-wonder-how-can-she-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114434574061110732</id><published>2006-04-07T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:49:00.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, here's a post before I go to sleep. Don't think there will be anymore posts until 1 week later, after FOW/FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major stuff in the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm going to AC Nielsen for my SIP, but I'm not too happy about it, 'cos the job description seems too much like data entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm going to start my SIP later, on 1st of May, so that leaves me free to join FOW/FOC, and also to promise Linggie something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I've closed a chapter in my life that has dragged on for far too long. It stops here. And I'm glad it has. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL Camp just over. The programme wasn't too good, but I know the Programme Comm did their best, so it's ok. The games were very interesting anyway, and much funner than OTC. =P And the Final Clash was the best one I played in my whole entire life!! I don't think I had as much fun in SU's ones. Too many rules. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the same group as YY, Sherry and Tat. We're called Cuckoo! Otherwise known as Kuku Jiao. Made a few friends in the group too. Jac, Carryn, Sher, Winsor, Ben, Fab, Mingxian... Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the whole camp was damn vulgar man, but hilarious! Fuad's group was Chickadee, and they had a bye cheer that had 'CB' in it, Doggie's group had 'Fight, kill' that sound like 'Fuck you', and my group's cheers had so many 'kuku jiao's in it. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a pretty bad mood with Jodin during the camp. Don't wanna go into details. I don't even know what the details are. Just in a bad mood. I was fine with the others though. I'm sorry. I hope it passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign language was kinda fun, too bad I kept falling asleep. In fact, I kept falling asleep throughout the 3 days in school. That didn't make me a very fun person to be with. I totally apologise for being so uncooperative. Tat even yelled at me. Or something like that. Anyway, I apologise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114434574061110732?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114434574061110732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114434574061110732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114434574061110732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114434574061110732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-heres-post-before-i-go-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114442631729743788</id><published>2006-04-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:11:57.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up early to go to the lounge at 8am for the ALP briefing. Shep didn't come when he promised to! He was still sleeping when I called him! @#$#^@$!... If not for him, I could've woken up later and went to school at 9am for my SIP launch instead. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played around with the others until they started the briefing proper. Please look at disgusting Guan Peng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(588).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28588%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(589).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28589%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissy kissy. *muackz* Brokeback Mountain 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(587).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28587%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(585).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28585%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the ultimate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(586).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28586%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you any idea how dirty that pane of glass is?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my SIP briefing at 9am later, and I found out I got posted to AC Nielsen. The pay's $440, it's a 5-day week, 9am-5.30pm, and it's situated near Novena. AC Nielsen is an international company with a very good reputation, and the working hours are great. Sounds fine right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY THAT I HATE BMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it with a vengeance man. I think Chuah Soon Soon was rubbing her hands in glee when she posted me to AC Nielsen. I didn't understand why they would still want me after looking at my BMR results, until I looked at the job description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your duties include:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assisting in training for media software, charting analysis*, drafting of software training materials, data checking, assisting in training sessions, installation of software in agencies^, handling software enquiries#, and other administrative support."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have no idea how to use SPSS. I was asleep when Mr Toh was teaching us.&lt;br /&gt;^ Oh yeah, that makes me an IT expert?&lt;br /&gt;# And I'll also get to be a telemarketer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea kept telling me that it'd look so good on my resume. &lt;em&gt;AC NIELSEN&lt;/em&gt;. But I prefer her job, some events management thing! It looks so much more fun! =( Summore she looked at my letter and the first thing she said was, "Oh no, looks so IT-ish." Die lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems damn impressed by the company I was posted to except myself. *sigh* Hope things will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was April Fool's Day today, and I got married to Jodin at the ELF site later! But I got divorced 15 minutes later. You see, our rings were rubber bands from the lunch boxes, and I had a huge 'rock' on my finger. A literal rock. So I divorced Jodin, 'cos the rock and the rubber band was starting to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my leg and Alan's hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really mad. He got bored and started stuffing stones, leaves and sticks into my shoes, then arragning them up my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not that easy to keep your leg so straight, ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got bored of that, he stuck a stick into my sock (say that 3 times fast!) and kept tickling my foot. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really take part in the low element games, 'cos it was broing. Furthermore, I had to conduct interview and take pictures for Chinese StopPress (thanks to Ade). But I participated in the games after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazly's group were trying to pull him up over this very high wall and instead of grabbing his pants, they pulled his undies. WAHAHA... Selene, me, Huimin and Rachel kept hitting each other's chests. Lame. We're flat enough, and we still make ourselves flatter. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the high elements, Shep, Yasin and I teamed up to be the belayers. But when it came to my turn to be the one in front, I just wasn't strong enough to pull the ropes, and had to get the help of the ELF leaders AND their advisor to come over to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very nice about it later, though he was quite kan cheong at the start and yelled at me loudly. 'Cos it was Shep's turn up on the high elements and he was quite heavy (HAHA!), so if it wasn't for the ELF advisor and the girl from ELF who helped me, I'd've been lifted off the ground. In fact, my feet &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; leave the ground for 1 second as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a damn traumatising experience. My thighs were hurting from where the straps cut in and Shep was stilll suspended in mid-air. Finally, I whispered in a small voice, "Very pain..." and the advisor stopped lecturing me and started helping me pull the rope instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even called out to Shep, "When you come down, you better give all your friends here a hug! They're down here suffering because of you!" Shep was quite concerned when he reached the ground, but I was too breathless to answer him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the traumatising experience was far from over. It was my turn to go up the high elements next. It seemed pretty easy from my post on the ground, but it's a whole different matter as I climbed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, climbing was easy enough, but when I stopped halfway, thinking I'd reached the wooden plank, I was dead wrong. I was only halfway there, and it already looked damn high from where I was. That was when it hit me that I'd be damn high up by the time I reached the wooden plank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even back out, 'cos when I yelled that it was so high up, stupid Yasin yelled back, "I'm not gonna let you come down, so you better keep on climbing!" Then I had no choice but to carry on climbing up. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally reached the wooden plank, I think I clung onto the pillar for a few minutes. They kept shouting encouraging stuff to me, but I just couldn't move forward. I really wanted to cry by then, my legs were shaking so badly and my hands were sweating like nobody's business. And I don't even have sweaty palms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ELF leader was right. The view from up there &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; great, but I just couldn't appreciate it when my legs felt like jelly. After what seemed like ages, I finally let go of the pillar and started walking along the plank. It turned out to be ok at first, but close to the middle, I started to lose my balance and I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started cheering me on again, not knowing that I'd stopped not because I'd chickened out again, but because I was afraid I'd lose my balance. Then suddenly, I heard someone shout "Stupong 加油!" I looked down and saw my darling Wei Qi looking up at me and cheering me on. Then Ah Tan also shouted some encouragements, and I felt much better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish the whole thing without falling off! *beams* My only disappointment is that he didn't see me do it, so I don't know if he'd be proud of me or not. I'd've given anything to have him be the one cheer me on like Wei Qi did. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea what to say about this picture. *gulp*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP4125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP4125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These people only sit there and laugh at us, so slack. Look at the one on the extreme right. Still can sleep!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114442631729743788?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114442631729743788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114442631729743788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114442631729743788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114442631729743788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-woke-up-early-to-go-to-lounge-at-8am.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114442656904423677</id><published>2006-03-30T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:16:09.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only slept for an hour before getting up to go to work. Nodded off a few times and got Tammy into trouble because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I only have 3 more days of work there before I'm rid of that place for good. I make too much mistakes there for them to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Tammy would've liked me more if I made less mistakes. She seems to clean up after my boo-boos half the time I'm there, only she doesn't really talk about it and always says it's ok. But I just can't help noticing that she sighs more and breathes more heavily whenever she has to write an incident report or send an email because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we get along fine. We have lots to talk and laugh about together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114442656904423677?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114442656904423677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114442656904423677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114442656904423677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114442656904423677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-only-slept-for-hour-before-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114404472147592605</id><published>2006-03-18T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:12:01.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally had to go to work today. I hadn't been going to work for a few days, 'cos the cold sore had become even grosser. All the dried pus and blood. Urgh, don't wanna go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn sad 'cos I had to go out of the house and endure people's stares. I hid my face in my book all the time, doing the ostrich thing again. If I don't have to meet people's eyes and see them turn away quickly, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at work, it was so difficult to serve customers, 'cos in order to talk to them without splitting my lip, I'd to mumble and they couldn't hear me. I couldn't smile too, or my lip would split, and all the pus or blood would start coming out of the new wound again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt soooo sad. I couldn't be my usual happy self. I don't like feeling inferior! Then I thought about how Zhixing must feel, working in the service industry with a deformity on his face, and I felt stronger, knowing that he could get over his psychological barrier. Besides, mine is just a wound, it's disappear in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish this bloody (literally bloody) thing will just get better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114404472147592605?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114404472147592605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114404472147592605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114404472147592605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114404472147592605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-finally-had-to-go-to-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114242121747613519</id><published>2006-03-15T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:15:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the day when everything started to go downhill (I'm still at the foot, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've gotten an inkling when I woke up with my lower lip tingling. It signaled the return of something that I thought had disappeared after my secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;em&gt;blister!&lt;/em&gt; No, make that &lt;em&gt;two!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they still looked tiny and undeveloped when I looked in the mirror, so I thought, "What the hell, I shall just go to work and hope for the best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, Mummy advised me to put salt on my lip. At first, I did, then decided it'd be retarded to serve customers with grains of salt on my lip, so I went to put salt water instead. That was probably my undoing, but I had no idea at that time. Let me just remind you to take a good look at the following pictures in this entry of me, and maybe you'll be able to guess how I started to look like by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Xiaomei, Di and Ash came over to meet us. They hurriedly wrote their birthday wishes in the card that I'd drawn last night while I distracted Lao Di in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next shall be told in mostly photos, 'cos I'm lazy to type. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They blindfolded Lao Di!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, she was really reluctant to put it on, but she gave in in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very smug Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very smug Ash and Xiaomei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm smug too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Di:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You can't see me, you can't see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lao Di:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we're quite mean to her, make her walk blindfolded from P.S. to Heeren. But, as Xiaomei says, she can't see people staring at her (and many did), we're the ones seeing them stare. And it's not us being blindfolded, so scared what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the similarities between those 2 photos? Di took them. HOW COME MY LEGS ARE APART WHEN I WALK AND THE OTHERS' AREN'T?! Now I know what people mean when they tell me to walk with my legs closed. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I wasn't lying. We really did make her walk blindfolded until Heeren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like me to take her pictures, so I must take as many as I can while she doesn't know. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaomei commented that the Chicken Little in Action City looked very cute, so Lao Di asked to take a picture with it. Since we didn't allow her to take the blindfold off yet, she agreed to let us take a pic of her blindfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe she really trusted us when we said it was a Chicken Little display. What if it wasn't? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally allowed to take the blindfold off at Billy Bomber's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are Winnie the Pooh plastic utensils, the ones that Xiaomei got for her, along with the Winnie the Pooh lunchbox. You're never too young, 'kay. They look like earrings in the picture, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was blindfolded all the way to the Musical Fountain, Sentosa. We were planning to keep it a secret from her, but silly Xiaomei kept letting the cat out of the bag accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was at Billy Bomber's, when she accidentally said, "Sento-" and cut herself off in time. Di almost made it worse by having a stricken look on her face and hitting my leg. -.- Lucky I immediately turned the topic to Hanee and how she always gives things away, like that time at Sing Singapore Festival. No, I'm not going to go into that, or I'll be sidetracking from a sidetrack. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sally didn't hear the "Sento-" anyway. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time was on the bus to Harbourfront, when Xiaomei was on the phone with someone and mentioned that she was going there. Sally heard her, and kept asking whether we were going to Sentosa. From then on, she knew that we were taking her there, even though we tried bluffing her that the person she heard was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the blue line, we realised too late that the bus driver announces each stop, so Sally knew she was in Sentosa liao. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken before the show started. This pic is here for the benefit of those who paid attention to what I said earlier. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A totally random pic with interlinked twists. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was ok, but I was quite bored, 'cos I'd seen it before. The place looked like NDP, 'cos of the huge number of spectators. Plus I think people were more interested in the fireballs than the water display. How ironic. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family pic in front of the Merlion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; blindfolded after the show, 'cos there was one last place to go to. I think this is a nice pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems too much like walking down the marriage aisle. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were actually setting up the birthday candles in the sand. It wasn't easy, 'cos the wind kept blowing the flames out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very happy birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles are much prettier without flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Lao Di and Lao Die were having a chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Xiaomei, Di and I were taking pretty pictures of our feet! Well, as pretty as my feet can get with that ugly set of toes. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took loads of silly pics, but I'm lazy to post them all, so too bad! Hahaha... Went back to Xiaomei's house to stay overnight, and I decided to put on Sally's blindfold for fun. I totally understood how she felt wearing it. You know you can trust the people leading you, but at the same time, there's just this psychological barrier inside that prevents you from totally letting go. But I stuck to it anyway, 'cos I could grab the opportunity to "sleepwalk". (I was tired!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But silly Xiaomei didn't hold me and made me trip over the curb and graze my knee. Lucky it wasn't a serious wound. Back at her house, we finished the whole tin of brownies she baked for us. The things she make are super addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir days made us nostalgic again, so we went to dig up Xiaomei's old choir scores to sing the old songs. Sally listened to us until she fell asleep. LOL. But it was so fun harmonising on Irama Belia, In Christ Alone, For the Beauty of the Earth and all the other songs. It was so annoying that I kept forgetting my harmony though. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by that time, my lip had already swelled to immense proportions man. Plus the 2 blisters had merged to become one humongous &lt;em&gt;thingy.&lt;/em&gt; Lucky I didn't take a picture to gross you out. =P When we woke up in the morning, Xiaomei took one look at me and said, "Wu tong!" As in mahjong that wu tong. -.-" She said it looked like there were 5 blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 BLISTERS?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobz* They brought me to see a doctor later, and even the doctor said she'd never seen anything that bad before. Oh maaaaaaaaannnn... Save me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, I shall explain what condition it is. It's not coleslaw, neither is it COLSTRAW. *glares at Linggie* It's a &lt;em&gt;cold sore&lt;/em&gt;. It got infected (probably from the salt water that I kept rubbing on it) and became like this. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's contagious if I share stuff with people, but I've been careful &lt;em&gt;so far&lt;/em&gt; what. It's not STD too (even though the medical name of cold sore has the word 'herpes' in it)!!! Dunno how many kukunathans say I got STD. NB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114242121747613519?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114242121747613519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114242121747613519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114242121747613519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114242121747613519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-was-day-when-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114242072655552904</id><published>2006-03-10T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:04:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rushed down to PS after work to meet Lindee and Rod for Jason and Kaiming's Teen Model Search Contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a few familiar faces too. When Kazumi turned up, a dearly-missed face appeared behind her. My stupong sister! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how red my face is (and how fat my arm is *gasp*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many apologies for the following blurred pics, 'cos my cam doesn't work well with little lighting, plus using flash would only make the background be dark. Ah, whatever, why am I even apologising for the stupid camera anyway! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drummers which opened the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was kinda cool, but too bad their beats couldn't really synchronise, 'cos they were walking on both sides of the audience, cannot hear each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he seems so tall to me. Maybe because the girl beside him emphasised his height? Last time I always felt that he was kinda short, even though people keep saying he's tall. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed very confident of himself. It's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted Dawn Yeoh, the actress who acted as the blind girl in the Channel 8 9pm show. She's so pretty in person!! I couldn't take my eyes off her man. There were also a few other cute guys amongst the male contestants, but didn't get to stay long to check them out, 'cos I was super-duper late for my 4B2 gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to Cine's Pastamania where they were having their dinner. Fel was working there, so all of us got a 30% discount. The manager didn't seem too happy though when we asked for the discount (though he still gave it to us in the end), 'cos there were at least 10 of us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun making video calls to each other on our 3G handphones. We kept squealing to each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!! I CAN SEE YOU!! I CAN SEE YOU!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"OMG!! THIS ACTUALLY WORKS!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I can't make video calls, but I can receive them. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tric, Peihua and Mari trying to act xat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left (only the visible faces): Moo, Pearlyn, Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and Pearlyn. Moo's face got caught in the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how a new Left Foot opened in Cine? There were all this garlands and bouquets outside the shop and I saw one with a card that was so hilarious I couldn't stop laughing. "From Aunts Mei Li and Mei Yoong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunts 没力 and 没用!! Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Swensen's for icecream next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peihua's super big earring and Hanee in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Beakie and Hanee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn's eyes look damn scary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're dying to see my lobster face, 'cos in the only picture of me above, it wasn't that obvious how lobster-ish I looked like. Ok. *takes a deep breath* Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of our time laughing about irrelevant stuff, catching up on other schoolmates and their scandals, and passing around napkins to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of Class 4B2'03. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114242072655552904?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114242072655552904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114242072655552904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114242072655552904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114242072655552904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/rushed-down-to-ps-after-work-to-meet_10.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114204567689586369</id><published>2006-03-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:26:41.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went tanning at Sentosa with Linggie and Tat today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught 3 fish and a hermit crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our fisherman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in wait for the fishies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he catches fish is simply hilarious. Instead of cupping the fish in your hands like what you'd expect normal people to do, he waits for them to swim close enough and then whacks the water with all his might towards the shore. The water flies, and (hopefully) the fish flies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hilarious though it was, we managed to find the little ikan-bilis lookalikes flopping around on the sand (probably a little dazed as well), so it was a good way. Too bad we didn't get to catch the bigger ones. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL TOPIC!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our intrepid reporter, who happened to be at the scene for some harmless (which later turned out to be harmful - my skin peeled like nobody's business *sobz*) tanning, spotted 2 tan guys in their 20's with muscular bods walking along the shore in she and her friends' directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, she heard a "Hello ladies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, no, they weren't saying that to Linggie and I. It was actually to these 2 girls who were in the water not far from us. They spent the next 15 minutes or so (or was it longer?) chatting them up, but Linggie and Tat thinks that the girls aren't interested in them. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that this kinda things would only happen in books and movies, but apparently it happens in real life too! Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up looking like a lobster after the tanning session. That's what I meant by "harmful". =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/IMGP3715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/IMGP3715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114204567689586369?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114204567689586369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114204567689586369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114204567689586369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114204567689586369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-went-tanning-at-sentosa-with-linggie.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114149161830328640</id><published>2006-03-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:03:42.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday after work, I went to meet my brother, Amos, before joining Jason, Vince04, Amber, and their friends for dinner. It was also a last minute decision to go gaming with Amos and Jason after dinner. Who ask Ah Pong to keep talking about Xbox 360, make my hands itch to play DOTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Paradiz Centre, I kept getting tripped by Jason. Then the 3 of us started discussing ways to trip people, but I don't know how I ended up being the demo for Amos. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing was when I tried to trip Jason outside Paradiz Centre, but ended up being tripped by him. Shrieked out loud, which attracted the attention of everyone around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And promptly fell flat on my face. T_T Thank goodness I wasn't wearing a skirt. I immediately sat up and lowered my head, choosing to use 'The Ostrich Tactic' (as Amos calls it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see people laughing at you, that means no one is. It doesn't matter if your brother tells you later that even the policemen fixing the ATM, and their colleagues in the squad car, are all laughing their asses off at you, not including the passers-by and the people sitting at TCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't see them laughing, it probably never happened. Denial is the best cure for embarrassment, don't you think? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm that good at CS either. I'm not good at those keyboard-mouse control kinda games, 'cos I'm very bad at hand-eye coordination. Everytime I see the bad guy, I get scared and cover my mouth to squeal silently in fright. In other words, instead of clicking madly on my mouse, I take my hands off the keyboard and mouse. -.- Add to that my horrible aiming, and you get a character riddled with bullet holes and very much dead, thanks to Jason and Amos, after I've regained my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found a way around it! =D Ooh, you're gonna say I'm &lt;em&gt;smart&lt;/em&gt;, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shifted my mouse to the left-hand side so I could click with my left hand and control the arrows on the keyboard with my right hand. Genius, right? And I killed my brother! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, my brother discovered he left his file at the 7-11 at Paradiz Centre. Dunno who was the one who kept asking me to check whether I'd left my bottle at the gaming place. -_-" He went back to get it today, though. Lucky they found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114149161830328640?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114149161830328640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114149161830328640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114149161830328640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114149161830328640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-after-work-i-went-to-meet-my.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114148996275982213</id><published>2006-03-02T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:32:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sooooooo sick of this skin right now, but there aren't any nicer ones out there! Urgh, I think this skin breaks the record of making me sick of it in the shortest time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiqi came to my house today. I forced her to eat a whole tray of jelly I made! Not just any jelly, but Konnyaku jelly! =D It was my birthday present to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she came to my house 'cos she wanted to go to an interview near my house, but in the end she chickened out. -.- We went to school after that. Waited for her to finish her stuff, then went to TM to have dinner at Mos Burger. We saw Eddie! He kept stealing sips from out drinks. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this weird guy, one of the Mos Burger staff, who would randomly say in a singsong voice, 'Mos Burger!' I would understand it if he added 'Welcome to' before the 'Mos Burger', or when someone actually &lt;em&gt;entered&lt;/em&gt; the outlet, but he didn't, and he said it at so random times, when no one entered the outlet, that I don't think those random outbursts had any meaning at all. I've never seen a person so loyal to his employer before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched 'Rumour Has It' later. It's damn funny! But the continuity was horrible. One moment, you see Jennifer Aniston's hair is down, and when the camera changes angles, her hair is suddenly behind her ear. Or when she frowns, and in the next shot, her face is serene again. It just doesn't make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great audience to watch with though. It felt like the whole cinema was filled with friends. We reacted to the movie together. Small laugh at the punchlines, mad laughter at the unexpected jokes, and the unanimous gasp when the boyfriend appears in the background. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114148996275982213?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114148996275982213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114148996275982213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114148996275982213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114148996275982213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-sooooooo-sick-of-this-skin-right.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114109524830814168</id><published>2006-02-28T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:54:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went tanning with Edith yesterday. Didn't get to tan much, seeing as how I woke up late and everything. Lol... But I did get darker lah! That's all that matters! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Simei MRT buying drinks for our movie session later, and this guy came up to me and asked me to do a survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's damn cute lah (cute not as in looks, please. I have high standards =P), keep playing with my doggy-in-a-bin (the thingy hanging from my handphone pouch) while I was filling in the survey, plus he kept telling me about himself and asking me questions about myself. I think I'm too trusting, but anyway, I just continued the conversation with him while filling it in. No harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if he calls to promote this or that bank, I'll just reject lah, simple as that. Let people earn commission is good, you know? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha was quite nice, too bad we didn't get to watch the whole thing. Our session ended at 7pm, and the next users were waiting. The theatre we were watching it in was damn huge! Felt damn shiok, 2 people occupy just the front seats and watch like queens. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Express Teppanyaki at TM later, and saw Amanda! She used to be from Dome, no wonder so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/IMGP3698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/IMGP3698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou. Fuck all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seems to me it's too much like keeping your options open. Rethink this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114109524830814168?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114109524830814168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114109524830814168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114109524830814168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114109524830814168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-tanning-with-edith-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114096417531427853</id><published>2006-02-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:44:18.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things not to do when you're at a restaurant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tell your friend that this or that in the menu is "dull" or "boring", and end up ordering the most "boring" beverage, a latte. Everyone gets it, lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Openly diss an item. When you're at that restaurant. Itching from a beating from the, oh, 5 or 6 of us on the current shift, as compared to 2 of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Come in 30 minutes before closing time and when the waitress tells you that they're closing at 10.30, look at your friend and say, "Oh, that's fine." And when the waitress asks you whether you'll be ordering, you say yes, but only order hot water and honey, knowing full well that you won't be charged for it. Just because you know that you're a pain in the ass and the manager doesn't wanna create trouble for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ask whether you should sign the yellow copy when the waitress has spoken clearly when handing you the bill, that you should sign the yellow and the red copy. And, to make sure that her point gets across, she also points to the 2 receipts and lets her fingers linger there for 3 seconds, to be sure that you've seen it. Let me ask you, are you dumb, or are you dumb? Shall I repeat that question for you again? Because you don't seem to have heard me, on account of having more interest in your conversation with your friends, than your CREDIT CARD, which is in MY HANDS, which are totally capable of snipping it into pieces with a handy pair of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you've realised by now that any waitress mentioned in those points is actually yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were highlights in my day yesterday. A customer actually apologised to me for one whole minute. =D I would've gloated, if it wasn't for the fact that I was holding a particularly heavy jug of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Justin there! Too bad my break just ended and he was about to finish his meal. Plus it was peak hour, so no time to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when this customer pronounced 'Fajita' (as in 'Fajita Chicken') as 'Fuck-ita'. Priceless! Plus, it was purely by accident, 'cos he sounded like he was from a country whose locale doesn't speak English much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana won't be able to work at Parkmall, 'cos she owns a student permit. Bummer. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced a moment when you're feeling really low, and you hope someone can tell that you're upset? And when someone can tell that you're upset, it still doesn't make things better, 'cos it's not the someone that you wanted to ask you, "What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Xiaomei felt like that today. I did too. I do everyday. But whatever was on her mind, I know I'm not the one to make it right. So I can only sayang her and tell her that I'll be there if she needs me. I wish her problem didn't worry me so much though. I'm really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't life be what it's like in books and the movies? Everything may start out wrong, but will always become right in the end. Everything will sort itself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why isn't my life sorting itself out right now? I'd love to hide in a hole and hibernate or something until all the bad parts in my life are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot and cold all over, but not because I'm ill. I'm so not in a good mood today, snapping at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop it, stop it, just STOP IT! You'reafuckingidiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114096417531427853?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114096417531427853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114096417531427853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114096417531427853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114096417531427853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-not-to-do-when-youre-at.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114076125196132826</id><published>2006-02-24T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:22:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES!! Last day of papers yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was strolling along the Biz School Concourse with Nor, I came across this suspicious looking character at the General Notice Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(486).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28486%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Suspicious Character:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Heh heh, no one will suspect I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran away when he saw us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(487).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28487%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see him, now you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went closer to inspect the dubious-looking piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(488).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28488%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Note: Click to enlarge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clear Ou Yang's name, he wasn't the one who put it up. He was caught in this piece of incriminating evidence because he wanted to change its position, claiming that people would think that it was done by BSC, seeing as how it was pinned up next to the SL posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says that the person who filled it in failed Maths anyway. The total doesn't tally with the quantity and unit price. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(475).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28475%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to mugging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Charlene's (otherwise fondly known as Zeh Zeh to me) house with Nor first. Had a really nice lunch there! Until Charlene reminded me that I'd asked Han to come over to make up the 4th person for mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I remembered my phone was still upstairs. In my bag. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nor offered to call him and turns out he was waiting at the MRT for 45min, just for me to call him back. Er, very mean of me. But I apologised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Charlene's house is damn fun. She sleeps on the top of a bunk bed that seems too small, and she finds spiders as big as your hand in them. Only the &lt;em&gt;body&lt;/em&gt; is as big as your hand, I mean. The legs are much longer. But she only found it once, so I guess it's a one-time thing! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you can &lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/jellybabybeanie/23022006.3gp"&gt;climb out her window&lt;/a&gt; onto the roof! Ok, it's not really the roof, more like roof of the 1st floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see the video, satisfy your curiosity with this boring picture instead. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(494).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28494%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to finish a whole entire game of mahjong that day! Feel damn shiok, especially when I diao zeng for 5 times. =) At the 5th time, I even won with 5 tais. Scary? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched 'Suicide Circle' while waiting for Charlene's mother to come home (if not we can't go out for dinner). It's this Jap show about alot of people committing suicide. The one scene that stayed in our minds was when the 50 over schoolgirls held hands and jumped off a railway platform just when a train was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking cool man. All the blood splash even onto the passengers inside. The train almost got derailed because it went over an &lt;em&gt;arm&lt;/em&gt;. I love horror movies. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some stupid schoolkids also decided to copy those suicides and form a Suicide Club. All those stupid kids jumped off the roof as well. Lol... Retarded! We couldn't stop talking about it even after we came back from dinner. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As those who are friends of Charlene will know, she's very gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as gothic as she can be when she's an AFSN student. But anyway, she's got tons of weird stuff in her house, 'cos her sis is gothic too. Look at these boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(495).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28495%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one wearing them, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on a few pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(496).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28496%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get that one off. Charlene almost killed me when she helped me pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we were with &lt;em&gt;Charlene&lt;/em&gt;, and not any other normal people, we took a cab down to East Coast. We wanted to eat this Beef Sukiyaki buffet at Waraku Restaurant. $28 per person. *sobz* But it was damn good. Eat until wanna burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! No pics! Wahahaha... Wouldn't wanna make you guys jealous. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Charlene's house again and I finished up her Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream. *slurp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe if you stop torturing yourself, you'd be able to see that things are actually so much better around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114076125196132826?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114076125196132826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114076125196132826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114076125196132826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114076125196132826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-last-day-of-papers-yesterday-while.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114036696887235587</id><published>2006-02-19T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:43:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz, I lost my voice today ah! So sad right? But I bet everyone is damn happy now, 'cos they'll finally get some peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so sad that I've lost my voice! Really! Everyone ignores me 'cos they can't hear me. =( I kept calling my dad but he couldn't hear me until I waved my arms like a mad person then he finally noticed. Same went for my mom. She kept having a confused look on her face whenever I said something, 'cos she couldn't understand/hear a single thing I was saying. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst thing was I got up in the morning and tried to clear my throat. The only sound I could make was this high-pitched sound and my throat wasn't cleared at all. Later, I tried to clear it again, and this time my brother was awake. He heard me clearing it and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Orh, so it's you lah. I thought is downstairs people trying to start their car engine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________-" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hello, we stay on the 9th floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he mimed the turning of the key in the keyhole, wanting me to make the sound again. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, regardless of the condition of my voice, I went to meet my Bball Family (minus Diana) at Dome. EEEE... Gladys working today lor! *goosebumps rising*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at Crystal Jade and I had a great time eating the wonderful chilli with plain rice. I think one day I'll go buy a jar from them. Er, that's if they sell it. I think they forgot to charge us the 3 bowls of plain rice we ate. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we took crazy pictures on the way to Xiaomei's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(452).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28452%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people on one escalator step! Can you imagine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(458).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28458%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: The following conversation revolves around this particular picture and the use of the camera at the front of my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *swipes a hand in front of the camera* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *finishes taking the pic* HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Got anot? (meaning her hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Got. *changes the phone back to front camera mode and turns it to face her* Got you. *takes her picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(461).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28461%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was this. Nah, actually it wasn't, 'cos she snatched my phone back and deleted it off. But I secretly took a few pics of her, and this one looks the closest to the deleted pic. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(463).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28463%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaomei and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other secretly taken pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(456).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28456%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(457).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28457%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Sally Collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(462).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28462%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(467).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28467%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(466).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28466%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(469).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28469%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Stop taking my picture lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a round of mahjong at Xiaomei's house. We ate oranges before that, and funnily, Xiaomei got all the seedless ones and I got all the ones with seeds. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(453).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28453%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous, Diana? Faster come back from your trip lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It sucks that everytime I'm caught in an embarrassing situation, I see him. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114036696887235587?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114036696887235587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114036696887235587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114036696887235587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114036696887235587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/haiz-i-lost-my-voice-today-ah-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114019520143866634</id><published>2006-02-18T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:06:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebs spotted at Dome today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penny.jp/favorites/tanya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.penny.jp/favorites/tanya1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smokes. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/phphrhxsr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/phphrhxsr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a really nice guy in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished doing the archives for &lt;a href="http://starhorizon.diaryland.com"&gt;HPY&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, and I'm pooped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114019520143866634?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114019520143866634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114019520143866634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114019520143866634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114019520143866634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/celebs-spotted-at-dome-today-she.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-114006755198142547</id><published>2006-02-16T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:25:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jin's birthday celebration at Kbox yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(447).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28447%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Beak, Hanee (who's covering her face) and tsk. Vulgar Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went crazy singing those shouty songs like 白色裂痕. Hahaha... Then directly after singing that, Jin still had to sing some slow song (I forgot the name -.-). Super zao sia. LMAO. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny incident of the day: Hanee totally got the '霍's and '我's rhythm in 霍元甲 wrong, and what started off a cool song became a laughing session. All of us were rolling around on the sofas laughing our asses off and she didn't get it. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanee and Jin had other plans in the evening, so it was me and Beak alone again. We went to watch 'A Season for Love' and I cried in it. *sobz* I'm a sucker for these kinda shows lah. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-114006755198142547?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/114006755198142547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=114006755198142547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114006755198142547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/114006755198142547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/jins-birthday-celebration-at-kbox.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113997257462169454</id><published>2006-02-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:46:58.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Though I hate the day itself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to spend it with 2 lovely people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(442).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28442%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazumi Sunshine Headshake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(444).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28444%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my beloved Beak Tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt damn liberated today, 'cos for the first time in my life, I didn't dress up for a special occasion. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Actually it was because I felt too hot at home before going out, so I decided to go slacker style)&lt;/span&gt; Don't think anyone other than my Bball Family has ever seen me in a ponytail and hairband. Plus, I don't think I've worn that shirt for a super long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner and went shopping at Icon. And against my shrunken wallet's wishes, I went to buy these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(446).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28446%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to buy these. They were so comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(445).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28445%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bag is what I've been wanting since I-dunno-when. And I've got it!! At last!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we managed to get 2 Icon membership cards. Actually supposed to get one only, but the shopkeeper was nice enough to give us one more, 'cos she forgot to give another customer his/her card earlier that day. Since she had one extra, we persuaded her to give it to us. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(440).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28440%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 darlings from 2 different places. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop coming on and offline to make me notice you. You're annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113997257462169454?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113997257462169454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113997257462169454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113997257462169454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113997257462169454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-though-i-hate-day.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113988585876221139</id><published>2006-02-13T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:57:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only had 3hrs of sleep last night, due to the fact that I went clubbing. And I forgot that I had work at 10am the next day until it was too late. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it explains why I was practically dying at work today. Oh, I was awake enough. It was just the feet and legs! Hurting like nobody's business. *sobz* At least I wasn't wearing heels or anything yesterday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Big Sneeze came to Dome today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I last said that I didn't like this particular group of gamers? They come at a certain time on Sundays and only order pots of tea and make loads of noise when they laugh. Furthermore, they look very cheena (oh dear, I'm getting biased again) and yet try to act cool by speaking English with an accent. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of their friends who came along seemed to have flu or something. 'Cos he couldn't stop sneezing. No, it's alright if you sneeze. Everyone's gotta sneeze sometime or other, and you can't control it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his sneezes were LOUD. They were like these amazingly loud bursts of noise that interrupts everyone's conversation and you just cannot help but stop and look around, curious as to who made that amount of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what happened. He sneezed this incredible sneeze, and everyone ignored him, 'cos like I said, you can't blame someone for sneezing, he can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's funny is that following that, he immediately sneezed &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. This time, the whole cafe turned silent for one second (and I really mean &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; conversation stopped), and every single one of its patrons turned to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too much for me to bear. I was already on my way back to the counter and my shoulders were shaking in silent laughter like nobody's business. By the time I got to the cashier, I squatted by the side and laughed to myself until tears rolled out of my eyes. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what I was doing when my legs were already killing me, but I decided to accompany Xiaomei to buy Diana's bball after work. We went to visit Heikel too, and he gave us a free dinner. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was on to Kovan to get Diana's bball. Finally got one, and by that time, I was kinda dying, so had to go home. =( If I'd been less tired, I'd've accompanied Xiaomei longer, 'cos she didn't feel like going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113988585876221139?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113988585876221139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113988585876221139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113988585876221139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113988585876221139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/only-had-3hrs-of-sleep-last-night-due.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113976186224560911</id><published>2006-02-12T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:59:36.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not a morning person. I really am not. I am only awake when I finally step into school or into my workplace, no matter what the time is, as long as I just got up before I reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So (I know this will sound mean) I don't really like it when my godgrandma keeps talking to me when I get up in the mornings, and I have to answer her. I just don't like talking in the mornings. Now I've to keep forcing myself to answer her in monosyllabic words or grunts that's just plain mean. I wish I can answer her in full sentences, but I just can't wake up enough to do so. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to clear up any misunderstandings, I do not wear the same black undies everyday ok! Who the hell doesn't wash their undies everyday?! I just happen to wear the same black undies from the same brand 'cos my mom happened to get this idea in her head that she'd buy black undies for me in bulk from a warehouse sale. OK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time out last night with my Jays! Never knew I would have so much fun with them, really didn't. But the more I hang out with them, the more I feel happier. And I haven't been so happy before. It's like I'm finally who I was before, can really let my hair down and have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a headache. A massive headache. Now tell me, who wakes up from a great sleep with a &lt;em&gt;headache&lt;/em&gt;? It's not as if I had a hangover from the night before, 'cos I was only out with Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moaned and groaned in my bed for another one and a half hours before deciding to go back to sleep, since I was still tired. Slept for another 2hrs before finally waking up to msg Ting. Ended up late in meeting her, and we went to lots of trouble to make it a great day for HPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That included the terrible service from the manager at Suntec's NYDC. Totally dislike him lah. Still got the guts to to diao us. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(418).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28418%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mini Ally's NY Cheese-birthday-cake from NYDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(419).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28419%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(422).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28422%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(425).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28425%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(426).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28426%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(427).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28427%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this pic is super cool. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(428).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28428%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(429).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28429%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28430%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinjie and Sher. Didn't manage to catch a shot of Stephie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(417).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28417%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel (long time no see!) and Nip. It was a nice surprise to see Samuel there. It's been a long time since we've seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(4310).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28431%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(432).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28432%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Sluicies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(433).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28433%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(434).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28434%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last pic deserves some explanation. Every Jay outing, we always devise a funny way to take pictures. At the last Jay outing at Sentosa, we decided to take pics of our reflections while sitting in the MRT train. This time round, it's pics of us in the toilet mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, I know this way of taking pics is done to death. I know Kazumi, Linggie and Stephie all take pics in mirrors all the time. Lol... But HPY is a sua koo (shhh, don't tell her I said that =P) and she thinks it's a new way, so we'll just let the matter rest, k? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time now, but the Jays just can't get over the fact that this gay guy's like totally in love with Nip. Everytime we meet up, we we'll talk about him. It wasn't any different this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were dying to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we could, we would have fallen onto the floor laughing, right then and there, it was just so coincidental. HPY and Ting even mistook him for Ant! Lol... 'Cos they were wearing the same clothes, and both had black plastic specs and a shaved head. When I saw Ant talking to him, I even said loudly, "Eh Ant! Your twin ah?" All NS guys look alike to me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his friend walked away then he turned to us and hissed, "That's Bernard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All (I swear) our jaws dropped and stared at him, stunned. We really couldn't believe we would finally get to lay eyes on the legendary Bernard, the one who announced to everyone that he liked Nip, the one who even somehow managed to get into Nip's section in NS (he totally didn't report gay), the topic of all the Jay conversations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we sorta confirmed that that was definitely him, HPY and I immediately chiong-ed after him, 'cos Ant speculated that the guy Bernard was with was most probably his boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On closer inspection (I think he sorta knew that we were tailing him), he's really looks-challenged. LOL... Fits my theory of how there are only 2 kinds of gay guys. The ugly ones and the good-looking ones. The good-looking ones go with the other good-looking ones (thus spoiling the market), and the ugly ones don't get any at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Nip wasn't there (he and Samuel left earlier to meet some friends) or we would have had a great show to watch. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (meaning me, HPY, Ting, Xinjie, Sher and Ant) left Suntec and went down to Chinablack at around 11.30pm. Long story of what happened next, but to cut it short, we got cheated of a total of $5 for admission into Black. We managed to recoup our losses from Charlene, Denise and her friend though. And the guy who cheated us was really cute, so we (half!) forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Black better than MOS. =) The music was nice. Though the huge number of NS guys super turned us off. -.- Nip was forever trying to escape from his commanders and sergeants 'cos they were all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau eh, if we knew it was like an NS guys night out (actually, we should have known, considering the guys were able to book out to join us), we probably wouldn't have went. 'Cos not much eye candy! All the NS guys look the same to me! -.- And plus the 2 guys grinding each other on the platform was too much for us to take. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so happy in my life... and so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know who it is, but I do know that's something's happening. Oh well. Isn't everything supposed to be for the better anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113976186224560911?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113976186224560911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113976186224560911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113976186224560911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113976186224560911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-not-morning-person.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113958935781164525</id><published>2006-02-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:35:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my shoes wanted to kill me slowly today, starting with my toes and working up. They probably hated the sight of my 20 (inside joke, go read the archives if you don't already know) ugly toes and probably wanted to be rid of them since they first laid eyes on them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They' being the horrible pointy Americaya shoes that cost $40+ and 'them' being my poor itty-bitty little toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off on a tangent here (I promise it has everything to do with why I was talking about my shoes and toes just now), but I absolutely hate communication breakdowns, especially when it keeps happening over and over again with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna slap some sense into her, other times I just don't want to talk to her at all. But she keeps talking to me on MSN! So now whenever I see her online and don't feel like talking to her (which is like 3/4 of the time), I change my status to 'Away'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the stupid communication breakdown with her caused me to wear formal wear to school (including my horrible shoes) without bringing any clothes and more comfortable footwear to change into. I was under the impression that I'd be going home to change before meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN. Here's where the communication breakdown comes in. So she thinks that we're meeting up on Monday instead of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Everytime I go out with her, something always happens that pisses me off big time. This time round, it's the constant changing of when we're supposed to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we just shouldn't meet up lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got called on my bluff during Chinese Newswriting. Chuah Soon Soon knew my article was a fake, but she gave me the benefit of the doubt anyway. And I got an A! Hahaha... For the first time in my entire life, I got a better grade than Joel! How cool is that? Hahaha... At least Chuah Soon Soon didn't give me an F after confirming her suspicions. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my presentation for Cross Cultural was shit. The powerpoint was good enough, but I screwed up my parts. Didn't have time to memorise my stuff, 'cos I slept at 2am last night after doing the powerpoint, and spent the time after Chinese Newswriting today to finish it up, so not much time to prepare at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry when it was my turn to present, 'cos everyone looked so bored, even Mrs Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got 2 Fs for my journals. Shit, man. I don't wanna fail Cross Cultural. But I'm so afraid I will. I have a bad feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis Street with Nat after school in my formal wear. Killer for my toes, and my shoulders too, 'cos my bag weighed a ton. I stupidly brought my French textbook, 'cos I forgot to take it out this morning. Nat didn't manage to find her shirt, but I bought one instead. Also bought a $6 pair of sandals (been wanting to get a pair anyway) to relieve my poor feet. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now officially broke. Happily broke. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tell me, how do you always manage to look ten times better in real life? But I'm happy for you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113958935781164525?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113958935781164525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113958935781164525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113958935781164525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113958935781164525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-my-shoes-wanted-to-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113948455748595618</id><published>2006-02-09T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:33:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was a day of tests, in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the RadioPro skills test. I took a cab to school 'cos I thought I was late (I've been cabbing too many times recently. I should stop), but it turned out that the whole class didn't have to be there at 8am. We just had to be there when it was our turn to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was left with one and a half hours to do nothing. I was so tired too. By the time I got back to the studio, I didn't have enough time to prepare much. Obviously when I went in, I totally panicked and screwed the whole test up. Ethan Guo said so too. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself. I always did so much better in tutorials trying the system out, but when it boils down to the real thing, I screw everything up. And the instructions were actually pretty straightforward and simple! I thought they'd be much more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still screwed it up anyway. I ended the song immediately instead of letting it end (I clicked the wrong button), ended a commercial the same way too, ad-libbed like shit (I even sighed into the mike on air), forgot to read the weather outro, screamed softly to myself everytime I was off air, and I also committed the world's ultimate no-no in RadioPro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the mike. I &lt;em&gt;grabbed&lt;/em&gt; the damn mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Guo and Mrs Nah told everyone that they absolutely hated students doing that. DJs don't do it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't pissed at myself because I did something that the tutors hate. I was pissed because I grabbed the mike even though I usually &lt;em&gt;do not do it at all&lt;/em&gt;. I always prided myself on the fact that while others might have this bad habit during tutorial, I knew I never would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it never pays to be too confident of yourself. After I ended, Ethan Guo remained in a stunned silence for a few seconds. I turned to him and said, "That was terrible, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you kinda screwed up the whole test," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise myself and my academic results this sem. I even got a warning letter. My first warning letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the French test went surprisingly well. Why did I do better in a CDS subject than in a Core subject? So maddening, when a CDS doesn't matter as much as a Core does. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Guilliano as my teacher though. He's damn cute. Er, not in the looks way. As in, I like talking to him. =) I think he'll probably remember me, Matty and Eliza for life, because we always come up with crazy stuff in his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, today could be counted the last day for French CDS lessons. I never expected I'd have so much fun with my classmates. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first went into class, I didn't recognise a single face except Naomi's, and I'm not even close to her. I thought I was going to be miserable, 'cos my class seemed kinda quiet. Then I sat with Matt and Eliza, and they were super funny and crazy! Had such a good time with them from that day onwards. Awww... I just love the HTM people in my class ('cos it includes Naomi and the other girl, whose name I forget, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at the super heavy rain while I was outside the library today, and I was sort of dying to just stand in the rain and get wet. Just stand in it and feel the rain on my face. Well, my wish was sorta answered later, when Jason and I had to run through the freaking downpour (is it even logical to rain so heavily so many times in the day?!) from Design to Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had the freedom to just stop running and stand there getting pelted though. Oh well, getting half-drenched is better than nothing. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm slowly losing my friends. I don't want it to happen, but it just seems like it. Maybe I just don't try hard enough to hold onto the friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Turning my back actually helped. Out of sight, out of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113948455748595618?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113948455748595618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113948455748595618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113948455748595618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113948455748595618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-was-day-of-tests-in-every-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113941667786597075</id><published>2006-02-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:33:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIM CHONG GUANG IS A PERVERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says my black undies are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you didn't know? I wore black undies today. In fact, I wear it everyday. See, now I don't need to be afraid that he or anyone else announces it to the whole world, 'cos I announce first! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was on a high the whole day. Why? Let this picture answer your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(402).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28402%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an angel for the day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask the others, I was damn happy lah. Kept talking, laughing and smiling non-stop, &lt;em&gt;just because I could&lt;/em&gt;. Hurhurhur... Poor Selene the Cute had to take over goth duties wearing my clothes. I think she filled out the corset better than me leh. =( But it was fun trying to make her smile, 'cos it was so easy! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an angel is definitely much more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(403).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28403%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Bea and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(404).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28404%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid shot by Guan Peng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(405).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28405%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(409).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28409%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Selene! So xat right?? Weiqi mistook her for me when she walked into the lounge today. I think it was because she was wearing my clothes. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(408).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28408%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really damn paiseh today lah. Even though I was quite happy. ^^ But I was still paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I was wearing a white skirt, and it was so see-through, so everyone could see my black undies. =( Hence, my announcement that Guang (or Gu-ehng, as the lecturer in one of the LT we crashed said would be pronounced in U.S.) is a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos he started an MSN conversation with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#545454;"&gt;po mata ® says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"&gt;YONG SHIMIN WEAR BLACK UNDIES TODAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#545454;"&gt;po mata ® says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"&gt;KER HO CHIOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#545454;"&gt;po mata ® says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"&gt;thx for reminding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#545454;"&gt;po mata ® says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"&gt;quite CUTE AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#545454;"&gt;[ a n g e l ] Need no reason to love you =) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;U SAY MY BLACK UNDIES CUTE?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#545454;"&gt;po mata ® says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"&gt;"CUTE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shakes head* He is really gone case today. He even changed the lyrics to 童话 to suan Mao Pong. So bad. But she forgave him 'cos he's graduating soon. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, JY asked me out for Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that is just to make him paiseh. Please do not believe that sentence. He has been so disgusted with my reaction (acting like small girl and act shy) that he wants to smack my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, proof that JY is a pervert too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the way, I just have to say this. I love powerful pictures. Those that just take your breath away. Just saw a few on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt;. Just wished I was as good as those people who showcase their stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I felt the love from the cake today. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why I had hopes for you, but I did. And now I'm disappointed. You've really changed, huh? Or maybe I just didn't know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113941667786597075?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113941667786597075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113941667786597075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113941667786597075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113941667786597075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/lim-chong-guang-is-pervert.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113933066291347472</id><published>2006-02-08T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:45:45.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My godgrandma's sleeping in my room! She's so sweet. She actually woke up when I went into the room and she said, "Angel, come home already? God bless you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adorable, right? *wriggles in delight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it means that I've to temporarily move out of my room and sleep in my brother's room. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a hilarious incident on the bus today. No, I didn't burst out laughing. That would not only be plain mean, but I'd look ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help noticing that this guy sitting in front of me had the hairiest ears I'd ever seen! I was staring at his ears while I was sitting behind him, wondering why his hair was so curly and messy that it'd stick out past the back of his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I realised that the hair &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; growing out of his ears! Well, not the earhole part, obviously. Is that part even called the earhole? I hope you still understand what I'm talking about. But the hair was growing out of the grooves that run from the top of the ear to the earlobe. Some people have piercings there as well. It's the part that people always wonder whether it's safe to pierce there 'cos there's soft bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Now I'm imagining the man getting a piercing there. With all the hair. Oh yuck. The hair was about 1cm long, and curly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I should shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked working with Sally today. But I don't like China people customers. And I'm not being racist, because I'm Chinese too, just not from China. You'd know why if you serve them on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113933066291347472?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113933066291347472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113933066291347472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113933066291347472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113933066291347472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-godgrandmas-sleeping-in-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113927783972689089</id><published>2006-02-07T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:24:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see here. What did I do over the last 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent close to 10 hours in Nat's house doing the CCC website and it's finally done. And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I simply love it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not because of my work, but because of the graphics. They're beautiful! And the concept of the webpage too. All thanks to one person whom I think deserves a good break. Nat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to my groupmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for pushing all of us to complete our assigned tasks&lt;br /&gt;- making the beautiful graphics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for the great rusty plate effect&lt;br /&gt;- for putting up with Nat's and my bugging on Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Squeak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for making our contents so wordy that people are jealous =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many, &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt;, MANY thanks to my godsis and her bf for staying up with me into the wee hours of the night just to help me with the website. They didn't have to but they did anyway. Actually it was all the bf's work. And I think he helped me because of her anyway. But I appreciate it all the same. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I disappointed a very important person on Sunday because of the website. I hate it when things crop up last minute and make you have to cancel all your plans. Nat and I were damn sad when we realised there was absolutely no time to go watch Good Soup perform in the finals. And even though you guys didn't win anything, I'm so proud that at least you got into the finals! Plus you're still gonna cut an album! All the best, bro! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time back at Dome last night, and I really don't think I'll like Gladys. Already didn't really like her when I heard how she ordered Sally and Xiaomei around (when they're more senior than her too), and I admit I went to work haaving an already tinted impression about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't matter anyway, 'cos I have reason not to like her! Like to act cool, stays up at cashier the whole time (but can't blame her, I found it fun when I first learnt cashier) but actually don't know alot. Oh well, she'll learn her lesson sooner or later. Not my place to lecture her also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And I realised she looks like Chewy from OTC Log Comm! Wahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't like her leh. Not work attitude wise, but as a person too. Just not the kind of person I'd like. Die, this is turning into the same situation where I'm trying to explain to Jason why I don't like Nick &lt;em&gt;and I just can't explain it&lt;/em&gt;. She kept asking me questions after work like how old I was and everything. I answered her lah, but I didn't ask the same questions back. Heard abit about her from Lao Di anyway, so no point asking and receiving the same answers. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I seemed abit annoying to her too? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually have lots of things to do, but I'm procrastinating, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bank in my angpow lui.&lt;br /&gt;2) Make a new bankbook.&lt;br /&gt;3) Clear up my room.&lt;br /&gt;4) Make space for my godgrandma who's coming to stay over tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually have much more on the list, but that's all I can come up with for now. Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5) STUDY FOR FRENCH SPEAKING TEST &lt;u&gt;ON THURS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6) PREPARE FOR CROSS CULTURAL PRESENTATION &lt;u&gt;ON FRI&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113927783972689089?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113927783972689089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113927783972689089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113927783972689089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113927783972689089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-see-here.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113907838357907976</id><published>2006-02-05T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:39:43.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think I have nothing to do, always online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wrong! I have too much to do, that's why I'm always online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the meantime, I blog. 'Cos I haven't blogged in ages, and now my fingers are itching to churn out entry after entry like crazy every single day, but I don't have anything to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I make my days so fun-filled (you believe?) that I can update you guys in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm going crazy again. And you can't blame me. If you were hounded the whole day today by those SMS-es like me, you'd understand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my whole day at home, actually. But in the evening, I finally dragged my lazy bum to Xiaomei's house for her little party. I actually brought oranges to 拜年! Her dad didn't believe I really brought oranges. -.- Uncle ah, just because last year I wasn't sure doesn't mean that this year I'm &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; not sure! I came prepared this time, because I asked Sally first. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ-ed and ate like nobody's business. As usual, my reputation exceeded me, 'cos I hadn't stepped foot in the house for long, when Xiaomei's brother said to me, "I heard somebody got gate can open, don't wanna open, go and climb wall ah?" I stared at him, then turned to Xiaomei, thinking she'd betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, she didn't. It was her phone. Bah, the idiot who invented videocamming on phones should be shot. Yeah right. As if I don't love the videocam function on my phone. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaomei's sis also said to her before I arrived, "Angel coming ah? If she is, tell her to 吃饱饱 before she comes, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaomei's reply: "That's why I ask her to come. So she can clear up the remaining food for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, laugh, laugh! Very funny meh? This is how I put on so much weight lah! I'm serious, this time my tummy F cup, but my chest still A cup, ok! Anyone see a person the tummy bigger than the chest anot? And pregnant women don't count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scoffing the food, we decided to go play bball. At 9pm. Without a bball. But since Xiaomei had confidence that we'd bump into any of her many friends at the court, we set off happily. In the end, we spent our whole time walking from court to court, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nobody we know at YY court.&lt;br /&gt;2) Got people we know at Sarah court, but too many people playing.&lt;br /&gt;3) Got people we know at PLCC, but they don't have bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, right? So we walked back to Sarah court and this time there were lesser people. Xiaomei borrowed a bball from one of her friends (I suspect one of them used to be my crushee, so embarrassing) and we played another of our crazy matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game just start only and we start laughing liao. Why? 'Cos I'm so blind without the lights that the ball missed my hands and headed straight for my nose. Wonderful. It was like a cartoon. Hands outstretched, ball hits face, down like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the first blood. Or maybe I just wasn't on form, because my back started to hurt again. Or maybe my eyes were already closing during the game. Either way, it wasn't a good game, but we still had fun. =) Walked back to Xiaomei's house and ate again until 12+am, then we started to pack up. My eyes were closing by then anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana msg-ed Xiaomei to tell her that we were not allowed to eat prawns and play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(397).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28397%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be back next week or the week after anyway, so we'll take her to Seoul Garden to eat her heart out with prawns lah. Can't wait! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going back to Dome, so 3 members of the family will be working there then. Too bad Lao Die's last day is tomorrow at Shaw, hope she'll be able to transfer over to Parkmall. Now if only Diana can work at Dome PM too, then the 5 of us will really be 天下无敌! We'll chase away all the other part-timers! Hurhurhur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113907838357907976?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113907838357907976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113907838357907976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113907838357907976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113907838357907976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/think-i-have-nothing-to-do-always.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113903398615453834</id><published>2006-02-04T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:00:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Would You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that the rain will stop?&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that the rain will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; stop?&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that the rain &lt;em&gt;refuses&lt;/em&gt; to stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if I were you, I wouldn't believe it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want the sun to come out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you want it to be forever summer?&lt;br /&gt;Would you want the rays to always be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would.&lt;br /&gt;But what do I matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I were you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I wasn't me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my friend back.&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113903398615453834?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113903398615453834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113903398615453834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113903398615453834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113903398615453834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/would-you-would-you-believe-that-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113902315609740008</id><published>2006-02-04T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T11:19:16.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Cross Cultural's going to the dogs man. =.= Just to get the rollover images working, they already happy like nobody's business. I don't have the heart to tell them I dunno how to do the rest of the website. To do so, I think I need a week. Haiz. 看着办吧!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Stephinity at 5, but she had to rush her project, so I haung around the mushroom with JY, KC and Lai Hock. They're mad already lah, 竟然拿mushroom的石头乱丢对方。神经病。Then they started video-ing each other, and wanted to bluff those secondary school kids walking out of TP (yeah, why ah? How come got secondary school kids, can someone tell me??) that they were on candid camera, then point to the shrubs in the mushroom and pretend there's a camera there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later went to Design canteen and kept stealing Con and Cherie's fries. Victor's artwork damn nice lah. This is why I'm in CMM and not in PID, or any other Design course for that matter. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a great time out with Stephinity last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't buy much though, only a handphone lanyard and a Mickey Mouse earstud that I used immediately. For both, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Stephie ah... She bought a whole load of things can! But she had a whole shopping list to follow while I had none lah. I wanted to get a bag and shoes, but I'm too picky. *sigh* Anyone who has gone shopping with me will know lah. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended on a bad note, which was cleared up later. But now I'm not that sure. I hope things don't end on a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; bad note lah. All the same, I'll never look at Nai Ma and Guolong the same way ever again. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! Don't ever get McDonald's milkshake! Not nice lah! It's damn disgusting. Wish I got the Mos Burger one instead. *sobz* Now I'll dream about it the whole day. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113902315609740008?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113902315609740008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113902315609740008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113902315609740008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113902315609740008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-cross-culturals-going-to-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113892689175396908</id><published>2006-02-03T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:34:51.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I think I'm so out of my mind, this time I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually watched 'I Not Stupid Too' last night!! Omg... What's wrong with me?!? And to think I actually go round telling people it's a dumb show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a dumb show, actually, but half the time I was watching it, I was analysing the editing techniques. Can't blame me, Singlecam deadline is next Monday. Lol... And I came to the conclusion that what Jack Neo and his editing team can do, we also can do. =D CMM rocks my socks lah. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to watch 'Fun with Dick and Jane'! But I guiess I had fun (more or less) with Jack Neo too. There were some parts in the movie that almost made me cry. Almost. And then the lameness kicked in and the wanna-cry parts were gone for good man, Seriously, that show could use a leg or two. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was out with Flan. I kept telling him I'm not used to shopping alone with a guy. It feels weird man! But I bought a skirt! A quite nice $28 skirt. Haiz... What am I doing?! CNY's almost counted as over already! At least I didn't buy a dress lah. I was tempted to, but I know everyone (including myself) will faint if I go to school in a dress, 'cos I definitely can't go visiting anymore. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should get started on my Chinese Newswriting. *heavy sigh* Btw, you can still tell I'm still in my weird mood right? Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113892689175396908?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113892689175396908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113892689175396908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113892689175396908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113892689175396908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-i-think-im-so-out-of-my-mind-this.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113880538366998486</id><published>2006-02-01T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:00:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day back at school and it was a day of madness. Kept rushing up and down from the studios to the lab, then back to the studios, and back to the lab again. Thank goodness I managed to meet all the deadlines on time. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a momentary breath of relief before it's back to the crazy pia-ing for assignments again. Can't wait for the sacred Monday next week, when everything will be out of my hands &lt;em&gt;at long last&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jodin after finishing all my work. He came to school specially to see me! I thought he'd come to see someone, but apparently not. Now I feel bad for asking him to hurry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite surprised at myself! I talked to Mr. Albert Toh on my way to the staff room. He says he's "going back to the industry" as some bigshot manager at Delifrance. At least he'll be earning much more than he is in TP, which is already quite unimaginable. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in a quite reflective mood today, so didn't talk much. Had a nice long bus ride with Jodin. =) Went to meet my godsis and godparents at River Hongbao. Didn't really enjoy myself much over there, partly because there was nothing to see (everything was too ex!) and partly because I had too high hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me this past few weeks ah??? I should really slap myself awake or something lah. In such a disgusting mood that I think I'm disgusting everyone around me. Hahaha... *shakes head vigorously*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113880538366998486?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113880538366998486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113880538366998486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113880538366998486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113880538366998486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-day-back-at-school-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113868169828705329</id><published>2006-01-31T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:28:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something: You'll only get the most angpows on the first day. I only got one (ok, technically 2, but the 2nd one didn't count 'cos I received it in cash and not in the red packet itself) on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the 2nd day quite happily. It's a day for gambling, the 2nd day. You'll never believe the amount of gambling my relatives get up to everytime CNY comes around. I was at my uncle's house for dinner, and my cousin, my brother and I were playing Daidee. Then my other &lt;em&gt;cousin&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; relatives played 大小 while we were playing Daidee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding, they really had the whole piece of paper printed out, with the '大' in one corner, and the '小' in the other corner, plus all the itty bitty details in between. They even had the professional looking thingy to shake the dice in that looks like a bowler hat. Seemed quite easy to win money though, you just bet on the big or the small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we played for money though, in Daidee. I kept winning, thanks to my silly brother. Hahaha... Later went to my 1st uncle's house (on my mom's side) and the annual blackjack tournament was in full swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something about my cousin, William. He's 30+ and he looks and sounds exactly like Ah Tan. Hahaha... I'm serious lah. And now Ah Tan's going to roll his eyes and say 'I look and sound like everyone lah.' But that's quite true. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, William was the banker as usual, and I think he lost quite alot of money, 'cos by the end of the game, everyone was betting big. One of my cousins even started betting $10 per round. My winnings weren't too bad, walked away with $9. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be going over to my godparents' house for some mahjong. Wish me luck! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113868169828705329?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113868169828705329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113868169828705329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113868169828705329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113868169828705329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-cny-i-realised-something-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113843476321286971</id><published>2006-01-28T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:10:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling kinda weak these few days, 'cos of that stupid high fever. First had it on Saturday, and didn't go to school until Thursday. Now my hands and legs still shake. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse, come back to school only first thing I've to do is pia my MEP. I think everyone in the Mac Lab's going crazy, especially Huimin and Emelia. Their behaviour in the lab was so loud that it kinda irritated me. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House? Bored the shit outta me. You have no idea how sick I am to see I-Guides right now. Crazy ideals get you nowhere. Slapping on more rules will only earn you more rule-bending. Don't you ever learn anything? I'm just glad Open House's over. No more Open House, no more I-Guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun on the last day anyway. Finally can get to dance Mass Dance freely, and not even in a lime green tee! =) My brother came down too. Hehehe... Jam 'N' Hop after that was really dumb lah. Such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited with James and YY after Open House for Kazumi. Have to say it was quite a good celebration. I refused to go home even though my fever was killing me, 'cos if I did, YY would wanna send me home, then the celebration would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest line from JY: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Con, faster! Wanna drip out already!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home isn't as fun as you think it is. Try lying in bed for 12 hours at least, not being able to do anything but sleep. Even when you're &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; of sleeping, it's all you have the strength for. Then when you finally don't have fever, there's nothing else you can do, 'cos your legs give way everytime you try to stand up. I can't even do something about the huge mess on my study table (it's been there for months)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor brother though, took care of me when I was sick, and he himself got sicker than me. His fever went up to 40.3 degrees, mine was only 39.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm better now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have the urge to start reading Enid Blyton books all over again. Starting with the Killimoon whatever series. Anyone still remember Famous Five? =D Big problem, I don't have the books anymore. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually so crazy over a local show, but there you go. Know which one I'm talking about? Yeaaahhh, I think you do! It's the same one that &lt;em&gt;everyone's&lt;/em&gt; so crazy over too! Everytime 9pm comes round, you drop everything to find a good seat in front of the TV set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't keep it in anymore. Last night was the best (and last) episode of Love Concierge &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;! I kept wanting to bawl my eyes out while watching Jiekuan and Ruyi. Aren't they just made for each other?? *sobz* What a devastatingly beautiful love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Channel 8 is being stupid again. "Stupid how?" you ask. Stupid by playing boring Hongky shows again. Urgh. Why don't they ever play Taiwanese idol dramas? And you can ask me why I seldom watch TV. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113843476321286971?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113843476321286971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113843476321286971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113843476321286971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113843476321286971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-kinda-weak-these-few-days-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113769292797726758</id><published>2006-01-20T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:48:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since when did being friends become such a chore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question is directed towards the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose both of you. But I think I've already lost one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have we become?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113769292797726758?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113769292797726758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113769292797726758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113769292797726758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113769292797726758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-when-did-being-friends-become.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113742520029729057</id><published>2006-01-16T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:43:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The look that freaked my friends out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(291).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28291%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(319).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28319%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(320).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28320%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come for TPSU's Dinner and Dance on the 29th of March. Tickets are selling at $53. The theme is Angel and Goth. The cocktail reception starts at 6pm at Pan Pacific Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends couldn't recognise me when I walked around with the mascots on Wednesday. The most memorable was June, who actually &lt;em&gt;whimpered&lt;/em&gt; when I went over to trail my fingers over her face and touched her hair. Finally, I couldn't stand it and asked her, "Do you know who I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at me in fear before shaking her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Angel lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when her face relaxed in relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that scary? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to finish our Singlecam filming by yesterday. Not bad, considering we only filmed over a span of 2 days. =) Many thanks to our talented talents: Candice, Adleen, Shep and Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to the robotic "OhMaddy, youaresogorgeous, Iloveyousomuch." lines delivered by Shep. =P He's wacky off-screen but stiff on-screen. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Adleen's wonderful acting! Only she can be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; psychotic and still pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Candice, who let us make her look horrible. But she's still pretty lah. She and Jason make a great couple! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, many thanks to Jason for that scene when he pulled Candice's hand away from Shep's. It was a great touch to the scene, and brought lots of laughter to the group in the studios when we were sick of digitizing the footage. Especially Joanna, who couldn't stop squealing whenever she saw that particular part. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I can't imagine how anyone can fall asleep while holding the boom mike. LOL... And Adleen's stomach growling on Saturday. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts after the filming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a producer means you get to slack around and ask for the timecode before and after each take. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the biggest problem we faced were the irritating sounds that we couldn't control, like the woman screaming "Get out!" at I-dunno-who in the next block, and the karang guni man whose po-pi was very maddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/1600/bLiP(329).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2023/334/320/bLiP%28329%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adleen's witch hat. Sam and Squeak's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I owe you guys many many pics and lots of updates on what has happened, but I'm really too tired. Too many deadlines coming up, Open House coming up (non-TP students, please come!), plus the DnD mascots thing is all driving me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I got a new com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dark (haha) side, it costs $865 and it comes out of my brother's and my pocket. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113742520029729057?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113742520029729057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113742520029729057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113742520029729057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113742520029729057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/look-that-freaked-my-friends-out.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113627668758183334</id><published>2006-01-03T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:00:09.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Log Comm was boring to me initially, because it seemed to me that all everyone wanted to do was eat and sleep all day long! I missed being a GL, all the inside jokes, all the craziness, the dumb cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Being a Log Comm-er is great too. If I hadn't been in Log Comm, I wouldn't have gotten to know the funniest bunch of people who speak in a totally different language. I doubt anyone listening to our conversations would have understood what we were talking about. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very disappointed with someone in Log Comm though. The 4 days spent with him really spoiled my otherwise good impression of him. I had no idea he was that rude and selfish. If I have to work with him in next year's FOC, I'd rather not be in Log Comm. Anyway, I'll go back to being a GL because my brother's coming in. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can forget our Log Comm cheer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Toot! *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Toot! *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;We love! *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;Toot Toot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night, I'd go look for Eddie and my 2 bros and just hang out. Lol... First night, they pigged out on Mac's delivery in one of the tutorial rooms while waiting for Clifton and Peter to finish their Program Comm meeting. When we finally met them, we played 'Betrayal'. Almost died, but lucky the game is designed to let the good guys win, no matter what. Hahaha... Second night, we went to Al-Kader to have prata. Went there with the Log Comm-ers first, then went back to school to meet Eddie they all, and went back there AGAIN to accompany them eat. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget Kazumi's "dance steps" for the verses in the school song? =P And Da Pao and Eddie were super funny. Since they weren't allowed to run around the circle to touch hands, they decided to move from person to person to shake hands instead. WAHAHA... Alan and I watched them go and kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unforgettable person is Log Comm's favourite person in Prog Comm. =P Everytime we see him do anything, like dancing, we just laugh our heads off. He's the funniest sight ever! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing at CPF building later. Dunno why the wind keep blowing. *shiver* I left my handphone there when I went home, but lucky Flan kept it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks at myself* But it really seems that I've gained (instead of lost!) weight during the camp. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wake up for work the next day. I was supposed to be there at 8am, but I only reached there a little past 11. Then Pad saw that I was so tired, so asked me to go home after I'd only stayed there for 3hrs. Went home, made lots of calls, and finally got some sleep for 1hr after finalising my New Year's Eve plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took freaking long to get ready and finally reached Clarke Quay at 8pm. Sorry JY, YY, James and Yisheng! Suffice it to say I looked very... different? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Flan (who returned me my phone), Guan Peng and Kian Hoon. Saw a few other familiar faces from SU subcomms, and heard Saf was there, but apparently the queue was too long, so he left. Shuyi joined us later too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue for MOS was freaking long, all the way to the Bungee side. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had to pay $30! -.-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest dancefloor was for Trance! I don't like Trance! -.-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the music kinda died halfway? Lots of boos from everyone. -.-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also lots of repeated songs. I heard the 'Funky Town' one 3 times. Music in the R&amp;B side was too slow to dance to too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but all in all, the furnishing was nice, really cool. I stayed in the Retro section most of the time. Only liked the music there. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left MOS at 3am and looked for a place to eat. Paused for awhile at Bungee, 'cos Kian Hoon and the others wanted to join us. They went to 7-11 to get a drink (but actually ended up eating there, the buggers) so while waiting, a few of us went into the pub beside the Bungee to dance, 'cos the music there was nicer. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up eating until 4am, and waited for a cab with Guan and Della (his friend) until 5am. Sianz. But our cab damn special, MAXICAB. All the Energy-chasing sessions memories came rushing back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAD A GREAT TIME WITH YOU GUYS! NO REGRETS! HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113627668758183334?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113627668758183334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113627668758183334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113627668758183334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113627668758183334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2006/01/log-comm-was-boring-to-me-initially.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113566226401209941</id><published>2005-12-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:44:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer is spoilt!!! Because my brother took it apart, just because of the loud whirring noise that was coming from it.  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm blogging at the lounge now. Haha... OTC is tomorrow! But I've to ton overnight today. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Christmas Eve eating dinner at Chomp Chomp, then went to church for service. Not bad, still can click with the people that I've lost contact with for years. Got to see Priscilla again, so funky, boots with kneelength skirt. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to XM's house later, and ate sucky pizza delivered from Pizza Hut. They tried to bluff me lah, say the pizza arrived already, when I was on my way there. But when I reached there, I saw the pizza delivery guy coming out of the lane. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started eating the food without waiting for Lao Die, 'cos that idiot still at home at 12am. We left some food for her, but repacked the things, so that it looked like we still hadn't touched it. Haha... Then at 12am, we counted down and I popped the plastic bottle cap on the 1-litre Mountain Dew bottle. Haha... Champagne! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Lao Die to come, then finished the rest of the food, but by that time full liao. The pizza really sucks! Where got base sauce use mayonaise one?? Disgusting lah. Eat until damn jelat. Later we exchanged gifts, and I got lots of Winnie the Pooh stuff! Hehehe... Lao Ge gave me a handphone holder, Lao Die gave me a box of &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice chocolates, and Xiaomei gave me a stick of fish that she made herself. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played bball until 3.30am, then mahjong until 4am. After that buay dong liao, so went to sleep. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit my godgrandparents on Christmas Day, then went to work after that. Quite boring lah. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday,&lt;/em&gt; we had an Argon outing. Not alot of people turned up. Saw Ade and Derry on the way, then walked all the way to PS so Ade could go home. We lost Cheryl, Nicholas and Derry on the way. -.- Met up with Fuad and Doggie instead and walked with them &lt;em&gt;all the way back&lt;/em&gt; to Lido. Irritating. My legs were about to break by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, quite awkward after that, when we met Jill. Haiz. Yesterday not say very fun lah. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113566226401209941?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113566226401209941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113566226401209941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113566226401209941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113566226401209941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-computer-is-spoilt-because-my.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113522546359383907</id><published>2005-12-22T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:26:35.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like my new skin? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazumi influenced me to read through my archives last night. Some of the stuff made us laugh our head off. But some other stuff made me wish I didn't. Makes me sort of regret what I've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored today. Think I shall go Parkway later to buy construction paper. But then I'm quite lazy to post Christmas cards, so I might not even buy them. =P Wish I can hang out with the Sluicies! I'm having Sluicie withdrawal symptoms, will you believe it? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly's getting married at last!! I'm so happy for her! Well, engaged actually, but it's practically the same thing. Hahaha... But her registration's on the 28th though, don't think I can go. OTC. ARGH. I'd so love to be there lah. =( Miss her so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113522546359383907?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113522546359383907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113522546359383907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113522546359383907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113522546359383907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/like-my-new-skin-p-kazumi-influenced.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113516124451317145</id><published>2005-12-21T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:46:56.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's nicer to meet up with your primary school friends, 'cos you really get to see how everyone has changed over the years. And it's a great feeling when you realise that even though their looks have changed, they're still the same crazy bunch that they once were in primary school. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;a href="http://6jay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jays&lt;/a&gt;, have I ever mentioned that? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with them yesterday again, 'cos now we just can't seem to spend time away from each other. Had too much fun tonning at Nip's place the other night, I guess. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sentosa this time round! Couldn't recognise Yu Song at first. Had to turn to Jarm and HPY and ask them "Who's that?" Haha... And Kuan Rui already in NS, he looks so grown up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(075).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28075%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(076).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28076%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(077).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28077%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tub she's holding contains many many choclairs for us to share! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(078).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28078%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(082).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28082%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching the animal show and this monkey was like eating dunno what from the bigger monkey's balls. Sick. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(083).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28083%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess of the Gillyweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(084).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28084%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queen&lt;/em&gt; of the Gillyweed. (I must be higher rank than Jarm =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(086).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28086%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time! Bring out the mistletoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(087).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28087%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I do lots of lesbo stuff. I should cut down. Especially when I'll have someone called Xiang Han breathing down my neck if I do more of this kinda stupid stuff with Jarm. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously!! This is a public announcement! I am not in any way lesbian or whatever. I do all this stuff purely for fun. Ok? Urgh, don't start thinking I'm les or anything, please. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played soccer and basketball, but it started raining, so we ran to hide at the shelter. After the rain stopped, we decided to play in the water. Nip and I were supposed to roll down the beach into the water. But he tricked me lah! -.- In the end I was the only one who rolled down. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end everyone got a chance to roll down the beach anyway. =P We played some weird game of water polo, which turned into rugby in the end, 'cos everyone was cheating anyway. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(088).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28088%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Kuan Rui, Yu Song, Clarence, Ant, Nip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were like really sian of us stopping everywhere to take pics when they were already half-starved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(089).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28089%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my legs were breaking. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(090).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28090%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're trying out a new way to take pics: taking our reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious lah. We realised Nip had quite a few 招牌动作. Ting and I had a fun time imitating all his retarded actions, in videos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Looking you up and down with his eyes wide and eyebrows raised&lt;br /&gt;2) Folding his arms&lt;br /&gt;3) Sticking his fingers in your face while talking, 'cos he's always gets very worked up when he talks&lt;br /&gt;4) Pushing up his sleeves to look like he wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that led us to remembering what his 招牌动作 was back in MBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pushing his fringe back&lt;br /&gt;2) Kiap-ing (I have no other word for it) his fringe with both his hands to keep the shape (what shape, I dunno)&lt;br /&gt;3) Making a fist and pretending to box down on the person he was trying to intimidate. His poor victim would most likely end up squatting on the floor and whimpering. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me around, ask me to show you the retarded videos I have of us. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(091).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28091%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cabbed down to Scruffy's today because I was late for work at 4pm. Guess what? I wasn't even supposed to work today. How stupong. =( Threw away $6 just like that, and I'm already short of cash as it is! How maddening. *kicks myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Clarence about going to the National Skin Centre, and told him that girls normally eat The Pill if they want their skin to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ a n g e l ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then i was wondering wat do guys have to take..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ a n g e l ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ a n g e l ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if they eat the pill as well, will they grow extra boobs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$3,1·#◦©laяençe∙labęℓ ™◦·$0♥·$7◦ﺰ℮aח pﭑĝģõ™◦·$0 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think guys will have to take The Pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm learning to be selfish, because I've realised that maybe I'm not everything to you, even though you're my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alex To's character in the 9pm show reminds me so much of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113516124451317145?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113516124451317145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113516124451317145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113516124451317145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113516124451317145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-nicer-to-meet-up-with-your-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113500600881550968</id><published>2005-12-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:57:34.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confession: I totally did &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; study for Cross Cultural Communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I am absolutely sure of the subject is... It's title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! And I was panicking before the test, but that's all my fault as well. As usual, I resolved to wake up earlier to study, but was too shagged to. Then I dilly-dallied all the way to school when I should've pia-ed my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, during the test, I took one look at Section C (i.e. the short answer questions) and promptly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? I know for a fact I'll fail the test. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care. I don't know why. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sleeping everywhere I went today. Went shopping at TM for Christmas presents with Tat but until now, I still only have half-baked ideas about what I'm gonna get for my friends for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was really happy to see my 3 bros again though. Super missed Jodin and Alan. Tat, not really lah, 'cos when I see him, it still feels like no time has passed since the last time we met. You're still the same old you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(051).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28051%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that in the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(052).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28052%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan zoomed in all the way to take this pic. He think he paparazzi ah? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(056).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28056%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this bai zhan ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis to meet Flan later. I was so shagged out by then that while he was playing arcade, I was sleeping at the console next to his. He told me that 6 people challenged him, and I didn't even know, 'cos I was sleeping so soundly. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around looking for Christmas cards and we were at Watson's when we came across this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(058).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28058%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One whole box for $1.20??? So cheap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Flan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.- It's one bar lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached into the cubbyhole, and true enough, there was a stack of bars hidden behind the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(059).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28059%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Flan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If really one box for $1.20, I can buy 10 boxes liao and still ask them to take more from the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around until tired liao, so we went to BB, 'cos I was craving for their banana milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(067).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28067%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn fascinated by this lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(062).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28062%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking through all the songs, see which one we can remember. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(069).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28069%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember whether this was my banana milkshake or Flan's mocha milkshake. His tasted like icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(072).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28072%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Philly Cheesesteak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(060).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28060%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is damn 自恋, keep taking his pics. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113500600881550968?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113500600881550968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113500600881550968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113500600881550968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113500600881550968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/confession-i-totally-did-not-study-for.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113491879320153852</id><published>2005-12-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:27:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one thing I yearn for the most is a long hug from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be able to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be this barrier between us. Nothing can take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So near, yet so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, I have no heart to study at all. I'm so gonna fail Cross Cultural Communications tomorrow. I haven't studied a single shit. I know nuts about it. I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish me luck 'cos I don't deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718669-113491879320153852?l=toro-holic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/feeds/113491879320153852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718669&amp;postID=113491879320153852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113491879320153852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718669/posts/default/113491879320153852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toro-holic.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-thing-i-yearn-for-most-is-long-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>*da jie*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718669.post-113464048138749174</id><published>2005-12-18T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:14:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Jays' outing on Tuesday was really fun. Waited for Ting, then headed to Parkway to join them for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I mistook Chong Yang for Shi Heng and still went on for so long, thinking he was Shi Heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *whispers to Ting* Who's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *whispers back* I dunno too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think he's one of the Jays, but I dunno who. And what if we go on thinking he's a Jay, but he's actually a friend of one of the guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really dunno who he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *observes him longer, then says to Ting* I think he's Shi Heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify something here. The guys were talking about Shi Heng at that time, so I naturally assumed that was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *confidently* I recognise the features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *nods* Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we carried on thinking he was Shi Heng. Our mistake wasn't corrected 'cos we didn't address him directly by his name yet. Until after Nip and Clarence went back to Nip's house with everyone's bags, and we were waiting for "Shi Heng" and Ant to come back from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *turns to Skirty* Where did Shi Heng go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I was speaking quite fast, so he didn't quite catch which name I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Skirty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You mean Chong Yang? He went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *stares at him* Ok. *turns to Ting* Ting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *confused* Did you just say...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The both of us stared at each other as the realization dawned on us that that guy was actually Chong Yang, not Shi Heng! We burst out laughing and couldn't stop. Skirty was damn confused by us and kept asking us what we were laughing about. She wanted to tell, but I stopped her. Then when Chong Yang came back, we took one look at him and burst out laughing again. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28018%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shi Heng".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28019%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ant. Still looks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28013%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HPY was shocked at something, but I forgot what she was shocked at. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28014%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the recently attached Jarm. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28015%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years and still going strong. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the only girls left were the Sluicies (minus Bun, of course) and the guys left were Nip, Chong Yang, Clarence, Ant and Skirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went night cycling! All the way from ECP to a little past Changi Airport. The road beside the airport was super long, super straight, and best of all, super empty. Granted, there were cars now and then. But when there were no cars in the distance, the 9 of us took up the whole entire 4-lane road, whooping like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha... Shiok lah. Then we finally got past the airport, and came to this road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(028).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28028%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's me. We stopped 'cos we needed a rest, and were deciding to turn back, 'cos Yuling had reached Nip's house and we were a long way from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it hit us that here was our chance to take lame pics on a road! There were no cars, so we had the whole road to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(025).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28025%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, get set, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28026%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... A car's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(027).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28027%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rock lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to Nip's house, we spent our time on the long straight road trying to remember the whole 6J class list. It was damn hilarious lah. It really took up our concentration all the way back to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole night talking about everyone's scandals and clearing up the mysteries surrounding who-crush-who. Lol... Laughed alot about retarded people like Dexter Fan and Tee Zi Kai, whom Chong Yang can't remember how he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realised there were 2 songs that had Nip's name in them. One's 爱我别走 ("爱我，别走。如果你说 Ngee Poo 爱我") and that Teresa Teng song ("路边的野花，Ngee Poo 要采"). We just found it hilarious lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during that discussion, I actually found out that someone liked me back in primary school. Omg... What a revelation. Wahaha... Can't believe it. Someone (other than Alvin lah) will actually like a stupong! Hahaha... All along I thought he just liked to irritate me for the fun of it, but other than the irritating times, I just treated him like a friend. Lol... But we're friends lah, that's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only got to sleep 1hr, 'cos the Sluicies were bugging Nip to tell us who was his primary school crush. Dunno what's going on in your cuckoo head leh, lead us round in circles very fun meh? Tsk. -.- Don't have that means don't have lah! Can't even say, hmmph, 害 me get only 1hr of sleep. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of us finally got ready at 7+, we cycled back to ECP to return the bikes, then we sorta split up after that. Left Me, Yuling, Skirty, Clarence and Nip. We ate breakfast at Eunos MRT (er, the hawker centre there, not at the MRT itself) and then played basketball near my house. Lol... Had a great time playing with them man. Yuling damn funny. =P She and her check. Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school later to finish my RadioPro. More or less finished it, but I'm not very happy with it. I'm more satisfied with the trailer than the trivia capsule itself. Urgh. Did my Multimedia filming later. To YY, JY and Kazumi, I'm really sorry for my bad temper and indecisiveness as a director. I showed my ugly side, and I'm not proud of it at all. Thanks for putting up with everything, especially Kazumi, who had some stuff going on. You know I know can liao. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday did makeup Multimedia filming again, this time with James' help. Quite funny, and I could relax again. We were filming on the road and everyone at the bus stop was staring at us, very embarrassing. I kept yelling for James and JY to stop, 'cos I was afraid James would knock JY down, but everytime I yelled "Stop!", I ownself press 'Stop' on the cam, and we had to do it all over again. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was I-Guides meeting that evening, after OTC Log Comm meeting. Hock Chuan was throwing waterbottles and blackboard dusters around. Lol... Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Keat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So will we be utilising the walkies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the topic of sending all the I-Guides all over Singapore to give out the flyers for Open House. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(036).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28036%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programme Comm xat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(035).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28035%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite I-Guides Log-commers. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for 5566 concert with Jarm yesterday. The 2 of us were as random as usual. The best thing was that we kept laughing at 5566. Lol... Not laughing &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; them, but at them. =P But it was great lah, 'cos I was there with Jarm. I'm glad I went with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That couple in front of me irritated the shit out of me. I'm damn suay, always kena irritating people at concerts and autograph sessions!! I wish I could just ask them to spend the concert tix money on a room in Hotel 81. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(040).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28040%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(045).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28045%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/640/bLiP(049).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/223/977/320/bLiP%28049%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set lah, next concert on our lists: BSB concert. Sluicies and extension on Ting's side, prepare!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped Jarm off at her house before heading over to ECP to look for Jin and Hanee. We cried when 知足 played on the radio. It's our song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;怎么去拥有一道彩虹&lt;br /&gt;怎么去拥抱一夏天的风&lt;br /&gt;天上的星星笑地上的人&lt;br /&gt;总是不能懂不能知道足够&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;如果我爱上你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;要怎么收藏要怎么拥有&lt;br /&gt;如果你
