<?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-7538296</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:21:58.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherlyn's 3rd home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>731</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-6716090481442036696</id><published>2007-05-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:44:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE MOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perfechern.wordpress.com"&gt;http://perfechern.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;See ya there ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-6716090481442036696?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/6716090481442036696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=6716090481442036696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6716090481442036696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6716090481442036696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-7267022798085461832</id><published>2007-04-26T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:12:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, I had the most pissing paper ever. It made me remember how much I hate Singapore's rigid education system. How much I hate NTU and how much I hate everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100m, full essays, 2.5 hrs. YOU THINK IT'S ENOUGH????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm telling you it's certainly not. Was fuming when I was writing. Coz I find it completely pointless to come up with a paper when you obviously know your students can't finish. The thing is, it's a HRM module. But its a closed book exam. That, I'm fine with it. 4 essays, 25m each. Ok, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU want to put in thinking question WHEN WE ALREADY DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO WRITE. What on earth is wrong with this people??? Hey if the exam was like 4 hrs, I wouldn't mind. But hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I did manage to complete my paper. If not I would have been even more pissed off. But my handwriting was disgusting to the max. Can't give a hoot about it though. The Profs are paid to put up with this. And they DID ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it was comforting knowing that at least one person walked out of the hall after one hour. This person obviously planned to fail. And there were people who couldn't finish their paper. So if the grading is based on a bell curve, I'll have people to 'cushion' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean as I may sound, its all about survival of the fittest. And I'm not preparing to back off into extinction yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-7267022798085461832?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/7267022798085461832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=7267022798085461832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7267022798085461832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7267022798085461832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-i-had-most-pissing-paper-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3060339358616047147</id><published>2007-04-24T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:27:55.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kissy Kissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Ri3a69LpJXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/brCEmD83vtA/s1600-h/210420071185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056938662997599602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Ri3a69LpJXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/brCEmD83vtA/s400/210420071185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, so loving right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw, that's my sis's dog on the right. And FYI, her dog is a male and so is mine. Super brokeback can. My dog refuse to think that the friend is a 'he'. Wahahah. They were also the reason why I was so distracted  and under-accomplished over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Ri3a7NLpJYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3Jr7q3zI6D4/s1600-h/230420071197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056938667292566914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Ri3a7NLpJYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3Jr7q3zI6D4/s400/230420071197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's my dog, all ready to sleep. Hehe so cute rite. The only reason he laid there to pose was because he just puke -.- No energy to move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah well, the randoms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-3060339358616047147?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3060339358616047147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3060339358616047147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3060339358616047147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3060339358616047147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/04/kissy-kissy-aww-so-loving-right-btw.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Ri3a69LpJXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/brCEmD83vtA/s72-c/210420071185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2950983442996017914</id><published>2007-04-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:34:07.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solitary Confinement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2 down. 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per norm, I'm super distracted and un-motivated after a paper. Can't bring myself to concentrate on studying for HRM. But I don't think you wanna hear me whine about that paper &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's exam: Paper wasn't that fabulous. But I had ample time to complete it. So that's good I guess. However, recieved a not-so-great news from my friend afterwards. So the paper really isn't so great afterall. What's new huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised I've been hibernating for like almost two weeks? I know I expected myself to hibernate but haha I think it's quite scary not having any life. Other than the occasional MSN replies that were necessary, and meeting up with sch frens because we are having a paper, I've been out of the sun and out of this world eversince don't know when. Man, what a life. Even my dog has more exciting things going on for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this week to be over. I'll be so much closer to freedom, and new things are awaiting to happen=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, one of my friend got into the Accelerated Prog., which essentially means she'll be graduating 1 sem before me. Way to go gal! (If she even reads this) Think it's a rare opportunity that not everyone can get. I did think about it when I saw the email but I know I'm not capable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I'm destined to take the normal path like the majority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is why, I should get back to mugging now. I can't study smart, so I'll have to study hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2950983442996017914?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2950983442996017914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2950983442996017914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2950983442996017914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2950983442996017914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/04/solitary-confinement-round-2-down.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2906447748996002882</id><published>2007-04-18T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:24:00.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I might have let some chances fly by me one too many times. And when I wanna walk back to it, I realise the door is already closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just pure bad decision? Or bad timing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's time I really find out what I want in life and live for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today's Pharm paper, it was the pits. It didn't help when my parasympathetic mode took over and contracted my bladder -.- Was hoping that either more tubular reabsorption would take place or my hand muscles would move faster. But both didn't take place. So I was miserably stuck in the exam hall, facing some ridiculous 25M question that I didn't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, it's gonna be a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe I didn't watch CSI yesterday, all coz of Pharm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2906447748996002882?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2906447748996002882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2906447748996002882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2906447748996002882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2906447748996002882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-i-might-have-let-some-chances.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-7523623600132482952</id><published>2007-04-14T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T09:17:04.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's another end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, I have come to an end of another semester in school. I can't help but say 'How time flies' This sem seems to have gone by exceptionally fast. Seems like it wasn't too long ago that I was complaining about Indianman's accent. Sigh, so that marks the end of my Yr 3 in uni life. Not too excited about the prospect of moving on to Yr 4 and starting of FYP and stuff. But, life goes on whether I want it to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's the time of the year again when we try to consolidate what we've learnt=(  Cramming, mugging, hibernating, losing sleep all for the sake of some piece of paper we will eventually see next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still had lesson full swing this week. And my first paper's next wed. Don't know what NTU is thinking. Doesn't really help that I &lt;strong&gt;cannot &lt;/strong&gt;study in school at all! Nothing goes in. It's disgusting. Then there's always some inconsiderate ass who thinks the whole world isn't mugging just because he's not, and talk and talk and talk like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specially went down to school early on thurs morning to get some things done coz I didn't do anything the day before(no thanks to the lab reports) and some fat guy with his pink friend came along to plonk their asses down on the bench next to me. Hey, if you are eating, then stick to eating k? Don't eat and talk with your mouth full. Didn't your mum teach you?? It was disgusting and distracting. So h's fat flapping mouth didn't stop until their lecture started, which was 1 hour before mine. And there isn't really much I could do within an hour. So damn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarrrr. Last lap!! RUNNNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-7523623600132482952?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/7523623600132482952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=7523623600132482952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7523623600132482952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7523623600132482952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-another-end-yet-again-i-have-come_14.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-4534381469475601702</id><published>2007-04-09T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:28:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Stinky Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up(kinda) to the &lt;em&gt;welcoming &lt;/em&gt;smell of my pets' waste. PetS. My hamsters houses were invaded by ants. All 3 can. So I had to clean it out. Damn NTUC for selling some weirdo hamster food which attracts ants. Stupid, I tell you. And then later, after my dog bathed, he excreted his waste &lt;strong&gt;inside &lt;/strong&gt;the house. -.- So I had to clean it up. I mean I don't really mind, since it's part and parcel of keeping pets..but before I even had my breakfast?? Not an exciting thought. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice way to start of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed church, missed dinner with my family. There's only so much things I can handle at a time and as a student, I have to know where my priority is. Plus, there wasn't any incentive to eat a buffet. I'd get fat, the food isn't too great and it's a waste of time. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I have to be back in school at the end of July for some enterpreneuship course. YAWN. Enterpreneurship. I hate the way Singapore dictates everything, including education. Just because entre. is the &lt;em&gt;in thing &lt;/em&gt;right now, everyone has to get a taste of it. And suddenly there's like a Master's degree in Technopreneurship thing, which I don't even know what it really means. Tell me, how to be an entrepreneur in Singapore when almost every big company here is GLC? Seriously lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, since I'll be clearing this module before my Year 4 Sem 1(gasp, year 4), I'm pretty thankful about it. A 6 full day course, for 2 or 3 AUs. I like=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and a half weeks to exams. I haven't been working my ass off as much as I should. Rarrrr. Time to get the 'party' started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Mud, saw your post. I'll talk to ya tonight! Cheer up and *shmuacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-4534381469475601702?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/4534381469475601702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=4534381469475601702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4534381469475601702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4534381469475601702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-stinky-monday-woke-upkinda-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-6167717553655553364</id><published>2007-04-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:45:10.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RhOa1uu37NI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HQrp0XevOrU/s1600-h/040420071106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049549855080836306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RhOa1uu37NI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HQrp0XevOrU/s200/040420071106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HA HA HA HA. Sorry man, I'm so bored that I'm entertaining myself like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks super gross I know. But I like the after effect of it. It's some Loreal firming mask thingy(not that my skin is sagging). Haha, trying to save my poor skin these days. Tried my FaceShop eye mask too, but nothing much leh. I still see my disgusting eye rings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as you all can tell, I'm like super distracted. It's always like that during the pre-exam period. Doing all the unneccessary stuff. Tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I believe I just blew off one Taiwan trip=( Joy was asking to go on the 1st week of hols. Which I can't make it!!=( )= Have intersem AND lab so there is no way I can wriggle out of Singapore. Sigh. Anyone else who's free in July????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rightz, so talking about school...As usual because of SBS's lousy planning, we're stuck with 2 lab reports, 1 evaluation report to hand in by the end of the sem. Ain't it great. Like I no need mug like that hor? But I think some of the Profs are pretty kind this sem. &lt;em&gt;Some. &lt;/em&gt;There are 3 modules where they told us that the last chapter will not be included for exams. Hurray-ness! I lurvvv Indianman, Big Head(and LCF) and the Pharm guy. Woot. But of course there's stil la shit load to mug for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, it seriously feels that I am having mental diarrhea now. Nothing that I studied is staying in my brains. Have a feeling my brain cells are differentiating into adipose cells or something. Screwed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh...should get back to work, and conitnue counting down to my MAYDAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RhOdp-u37OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bnCUv1lM0Qo/s1600-h/280320071083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049552951752256738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RhOdp-u37OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bnCUv1lM0Qo/s400/280320071083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lazy dog. I wish I had a life like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-6167717553655553364?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/6167717553655553364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=6167717553655553364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6167717553655553364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6167717553655553364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/04/phantom-of-opera-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RhOa1uu37NI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HQrp0XevOrU/s72-c/040420071106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-6856751447559089111</id><published>2007-04-01T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:17:00.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Awaiting my MAY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(pun not quite intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what most people must be thinking when they see the above. But no. As much as I would love to see Mayday, I would actually love it more when 1st of May arrives. Because that would mean that exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say enough about how much misery I go through during exam period. I know that everyone else feels the same, but I can't speak for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, day of May is little too far away for some things to wait. So I decided to love myself abit more today. Did hair treatment, trimmed my hair(ok, maybe it was more than a trim) and bought eye masks. As it is right now, my eye rings are already bad. And I can safely assure myself that it wouldn't get any better for the next one month. Hence the need for eye masks. That's assuming that they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? When you *ahem* get older, you need more &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt; to preserve yourself. Life is short, so make it pretty. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shoutout! &lt;strong&gt;IF ANYONE WANTS TO GO TAIWAN IN JULY, PLEASE CALL ME ALONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-6856751447559089111?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/6856751447559089111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=6856751447559089111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6856751447559089111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6856751447559089111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/04/awaiting-my-may-day-pun-not-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3416360194185043514</id><published>2007-03-27T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:23:41.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a terribly wrong time to be addicted to something right now. There's so much to be done but so little time. &lt;strong&gt;BUT I CAN'T HELP IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temptation is so great and so easy to satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me before I do something silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rgj-qBk2f5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tK53ECfVE9Q/s1600-h/jump+concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046563380399603602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rgj-qBk2f5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tK53ECfVE9Q/s400/jump%252Bconcert.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/7538296-3416360194185043514?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3416360194185043514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3416360194185043514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3416360194185043514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3416360194185043514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/03/addiction-its-terribly-wrong-time-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rgj-qBk2f5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tK53ECfVE9Q/s72-c/jump%252Bconcert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-8110810857179701201</id><published>2007-03-26T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:57:24.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time's running short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yooo Preet, arent you honored that I blogged because you asked me to?? Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok la, not exactly. Feel like putting up some photos thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went out with my AJ pals to kind of like celebrate my bday. Vannnnn..where were you???..Did some catching up. Hmm, this year, our bi-annual AJ meeting mite actually turn to tri-annual. Haha. We had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Aerins&lt;/strong&gt;(located at the basement of Raffles Place). I like the ambience there and food wasn't too bad=) I'm becoming a fish lover, so fishes rocks! Haha, and I like the dessert too, even though I was quite very full. Place is not that cheap for poor students like us, but we enjoyed the food. So that's great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did some catching up and took photos and they passed me my present. F21 voucher. Wahahah, no surprise to me coz taitai directly asked me what I want. Heheh. Gave her 2 choices- Bebe/F21. But they felt that I couldn't do much with Bebe voucher since the things are so ex. But heyyyy, I like the clothes there. Haha, so if any sugar daddies are ard, you can kindly get me some Bebe voucher then. Wahaha. But thanks girls! For sponsoring my shopping trip. Don't worry, I love F21 as well, haha pwetty stuff they have there. And alsooo, wahahah thank you all for actually remembering my bday and taking time out to have dinner. All of us are actually moving into the mugging mode now(except for maybe taitai who's too busy frying chicken. Hahaha) So yes, I really appreciate it.*shmuacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdAok56LgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2MVaboiY_jI/s1600-h/DSC03900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046072973337439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdAok56LgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2MVaboiY_jI/s400/DSC03900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdApE56LhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NRXsfFG-WN8/s1600-h/DSC03901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046072981927374354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdApE56LhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NRXsfFG-WN8/s400/DSC03901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's always space for dessert=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdApU56LiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/D7NPpA6CeW0/s1600-h/DSC03902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046072986222341666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdApU56LiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/D7NPpA6CeW0/s400/DSC03902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aerin's famous apple pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdAp056LjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ak1P7zf3i3o/s1600-h/DSC03903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046072994812276274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdAp056LjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ak1P7zf3i3o/s400/DSC03903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I hate the fact that I look 2 times bigger than taitai -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdAqE56LkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/znWpWFN6Qyc/s1600-h/DSC03905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046072999107243586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdAqE56LkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/znWpWFN6Qyc/s400/DSC03905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The ditty dotties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church yesterday. Have no idea why I was sooo tired. I actually got 8 hours of sleep but had to literally roll myself out of bed. Tsk. I need to start staying more awake from sermons! Bro Wai and the others(I'm not v sure who) got me Bakerzin vouchers. Shhhwwweeeett(pun intended). Haha, yayyyy shall go high tea with some of the girls after exams. High tea! High tea!I love the desserts in Bakerzin. So yes, lets go!=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came back, barely rested for awhile before having to change and go out for dinner with my fam. We ate the The Ship, this restaurant in Shaw house. Apparently, it's been there since before I was born. Hah. Great dinner~ It's just not very comforting knowing that I've been eating alot the past few days. But oh well, worry about this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than going out and eating, been staying at home trying to finish up some stuff. That' the average Singapore's student's life. Nothing but work, work and more work. Other than that, you are either very smart and don't have to study that much. Or you are not very smart, but can't be bothered with your studies. It's a pity I'm an in-between but not happy with being one of the average people. So I just gotta work my ass off. Then again, I haven been mugging 24/7 coz I have other non-school-related work to do. Just trying to build up my bank account abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my much-complained-about HRM quiz. It was pretty alright. The things I studied, I oculd do but there was just this one part which I know I didn't look into. Damn. Another reason for quiz being alright is because it is non-essay. Hur. So exams will be a completely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a report due soon, which I haven started at all. Have a presentation on Wednesday. Ain't it just great??? And it's at the end of the day, so I'll spend my whole Wednesday worrying about that. Wonderful. Sigh, and other than that it's exams. I'm a terrible little rat because I haven started much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, speaking of animals, Perry's back in the house. &lt;strong&gt;My&lt;/strong&gt; house. For good. I'm happy about that coz he is really sweet lil thing. If my dad wasn't so unwilling to take him in at first, Perry would have just stayed here instead of going to Fel's house and then coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for now. Really need to get into my hibernation mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-8110810857179701201?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/8110810857179701201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=8110810857179701201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8110810857179701201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8110810857179701201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/03/times-running-short-yooo-preet-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RgdAok56LgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2MVaboiY_jI/s72-c/DSC03900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-5394785106486729022</id><published>2007-03-20T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:01:10.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HiBeRnAtIoN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to go into hibernation mode now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till 30th April~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Or maybe when I get bored of mugging)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-5394785106486729022?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/5394785106486729022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=5394785106486729022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5394785106486729022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5394785106486729022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/03/hibernation-i-ought-to-go-into.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-1440757409102999539</id><published>2007-03-17T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:20:25.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shalt not idle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye...its like more than 1/2 the day gone and I still haven done a single thing associated with school work. Tsk. Anyway, about my past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) Amazing Story Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my hamster(Babyboy) ran away on Sunday morning. Logically speaking, there's no way he can ever get out of the cage because the opening is at the top. It's suppose to be an escape-proof cage. But still, he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the cage at the steps of the stairs which connects my living room to dining area. Somehow during the middle of the night, that freaking thing managed to topple that whole cage over onto the floor and the water bottle fell out, leaving a nice little hole for it to crawl out and run away. Which it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I cannot imagine how that stupid thing had the strength to push the whole cage to the floor. I mean he is like how small and the cage is like how heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway by the time i woke up for church, it was assumed that he's long gone already. I didn't have much time to go search for him but chances were quite slim since all the doors were already open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, I just casually left some food on the floor, in hope that he is still inside my house somewhere and feels hungry. But nope, nothing happened for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) Amazing Story Part II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus back home after catching a movie at Cathay and was thinking if I should get my parents come pick me up 1/2 way so I don't have to change bus. Called my mum to ask if my dad could come and she said yes. Then like 5-10 mins later I called again to tell her I'm reaching. And she was like screaming on the phone,&lt;em&gt; "I think I stepped on somthing! Think it's hamster!"&lt;/em&gt; Then she hung up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I thought she stepped and killed one of my existing hamster can. Turns out that the stupid thing was scurrying around my dining area and happened to brush past my mum's foot! Wahahahahah. So dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to see the dumb thing and he was sooooo thirsty. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean imagine if I didn't call my parents to pick me up. My mum wouldn't even be in the dining area to let the hamster brush past her and the hamster would never be found. Hahah. So now he's back home, but not v sure if he's happy about it. Haha. After I cleaned the cage and put him back in, he went to run on the wheel! It's as though he never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as mentioned, I watched a movie on Mon-&lt;strong&gt;The Messengers&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing exciting about the show. In fact, the ending is quite lame. Anyway, I was still pretty entertained through out the show....by the girl beside me. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like constantly jerking when something scary pops out and throughout the movie she was using the popcorn box and her bag to cover her face. Don't ask me why the heck she was there. What a waste of money I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this part during the show when the girl in the movie was going down the cellar to check something out and the whole cinema was like dead quiet. And the scaredy cat beside me went &lt;em&gt;'God save me' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super tickled by it somehow(a toally irrelavant mood to the movie) and started giggling. But the whole cinema was so quiet, I had to suppress by laughter so I ended up sounding like I was breathing very hard, like I was having asthma attack or something. How embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the whole movie was only so so. Nowadays, scary movies hardly have any standard. I think the last time I was spooked by a movie was probably Sixth Sense. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but it was interesting to know how sunflower seeds look like when they are still stuck on the sunflower=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d) Doggy business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone actually remembers, I was helping my uncle look after his dog for two weeks. Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle's gonna move to a smaller house so he has to give Perry away. And if it wasn't for my dad(-.-), I would have taken Perry looonnngggg ago. Sian. So now the dog is with Fel. I think it's pretty timely too. She's looking for a maltese, my uncle's giving away one. Hopefully he gets used to the new surroundings soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, but I still wan Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if dogs have long term memory. Imagine how Perry would feel knowing that he can't see his original owner again. I mean I guess dogs are pretty simple minded and they probably only have one aim in life and that is to stick to your owner and stay by him. If that's the case, won't he be like waiting every single day for my uncle to come back and pick him but the day will never come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e) Miscellaneous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm still struggling with my 16 chaps quiz as well as other work. Gotta go watch a webcast soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU is finally having some technological advancement.(I mean she is not called Nanyang &lt;strong&gt;Technological &lt;/strong&gt;University for nothing rite??) We are having our first webcast. Hip hip hurray. But I heard it was pretty bad. 2.5 hr and Birdshit didn't finish his notes. I also heard that he was yawning and burping away while giving the lecture. Yikes!! Maybe that's why 2.5 hrs isn't enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I hope I don't faint in disgust later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-1440757409102999539?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/1440757409102999539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=1440757409102999539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1440757409102999539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1440757409102999539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/03/thou-shalt-not-idle-aye.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-4017256154704007773</id><published>2007-03-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:04:22.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling DAMN SIAN now. Freaking 16 chapter qiuz. SIXTEEN!! That's more than 1/2 sem worth of work. I'm mean I don't really mind mugging for it since it'l lbe prep for my exams but the fact that i know I cannot finish in time just kills me inside out. URGH. Some old man's lecture is 15 pages long in MS Word format. How am I suppose to remember everything?? There's like history of NTUC in it -.- How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seirously, I was quite positive about taking a HRM module initially coz I thought it'll be nice to do something different. And, different it is. Damn the people who have too much time on their hands and try to define every SINGLE freaking word there is on planet earth. Groups, motivation, homogenous groups, hetergenous groups, entrepreneurship. W T H. And some freaking words have more than one definition. OMG you mite as well ask me to memorise a thesaurus or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F R E A K. Rarrrrr I am going to sleep now and throw all these concepts into a farrrrrr away land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-4017256154704007773?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/4017256154704007773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=4017256154704007773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4017256154704007773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4017256154704007773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-feeling-damn-sian-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-70315418425277324</id><published>2007-03-09T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:10:31.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hellooo Weekend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in a blink of an eye, its the weekends again. To think I jus returned to school for my hols. Anyway, this week's been packed/stress with sh*tload of work. Handed up that 2 horrible assignments that ate up my whole holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet again, there were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pple who couldn't finish their assignments on time or some sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, some people only had 1 assignment to work on because of the modules they chose. People like &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, had &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus, the assignment that was given a 1 day grace period was put up &lt;strong&gt;before CNY&lt;/strong&gt;. So pls, don't gimme the crap that you have no time. I also have no time. I also wanna watch movie and go shop and catch up with friends. Really, these people are just plain useless and a pain in the ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright enough about them. I also finished up my 2 quizzes, which was....alright. Alot of copying going on la so I don't think the whole cohort will do too badly. In any case, I did my part by studying, so no guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yess and here's the weekend. Again, there are upcoming quizzes. Super not exciting. I've got work to do too. AND. It's 5 1/2 weeks to exams!!!! GOD SAVE ME. Haven started on anything except for my quiz chapters. I'm screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it's a good thing that CSI is going on a mid-season break now till April(though I'm super upset about it), and Prison Break is getting boring, and my Earl shows are not downloading, and Scrubs is super slow too, and I haven't started on Heroes. So I guess it's a sign I should put in more time into mugging. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, currently my Human Resource Managment module has evolved into Organizational behaviour or some sort. I kinda don't get the point of the whole thing. I don't understand why people sit around coming up with theories saying the rather obvious. Things like 'Our need is a source of motivation. Reward is a source of motivation.' And they get a theory named after them. As in, of course I know reward motivates me to do things. But I certainly think it'll be more helpful if these people channel their energy to plough the fields of India or somesort to grow more rice and feed more people. So maybe then, more people will have their needs met and be motivated to meet their other needs or sth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, main point is-It's so much more enlightening to know that E. Coli grows in 20 minutes, proving that protein folding is not a random process rather than learning theories that attempt to be applicable to all people when in fact, they are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Okiez, time for bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-70315418425277324?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/70315418425277324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=70315418425277324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/70315418425277324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/70315418425277324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellooo-weekend-so-in-blink-of-eye-its.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-7578357317349843317</id><published>2007-03-05T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:14:25.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to watch...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rer4Rsm6JyI/AAAAAAAAANk/TTfKNUjWmGg/s1600-h/phantom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038112116083140386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rer4Rsm6JyI/AAAAAAAAANk/TTfKNUjWmGg/s400/phantom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's coming to Singapore again!!! I know they've been advertising it since the beginning of the year but never really took note of it. Until just now, when I decided that I missed the song 'The Music Of The Night' and searched it out on YouTube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This show isn't the longest running Broadway show for nothing! I love every part of it to bits. The songs, the costumes, the storyline, the setting. EVERYTHING. Everything its so captivating and there isn't a moment that bores you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched it once when I was pretty young, think maybe when I was 10 or sth. My mum's bday gift to me and my sis. We had good seats but I was too young to fully appreciate it. BUT I know I did enjoy myself. Loved the songs since then and I was so amazed how grand everything looks. I mean it didn't feel like I was in a theatre. It was like I was inside the opera house itself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh. Will someone get me the $145 tickets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And btw, if you are thinking of telling me to go watch the movie instead. Or you're thinking that you wanna watch the musical too, but not enough cash, and so you decide to choose the cheaper alternative of watchin the movie. I am telling you, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DO NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please do not spoil the beauty of this musical by watching the movie version played by Emmy Rossum and this other random guy. Because it sucks. And it sucks to the max. I don't know what was the review like for the show but IMO it was terrible. A shame to such a great musical. The singing totally sucks(sorry for the lack of vocabulary), the setting seem to lack the grandeur, the whole show just did not sparkle. Pathetic. I mean its liek Hollywood. I'm sure they could have done better with some special effects or something. And that girl, gosh I don't even know why she was picked. Just choose a random video of Sarah Brightman and compare it to how tt Emmy sang in the movie. You'll go like 'Huh??? Why her??' Her voice is like way too squeaky for an opera and it sounded bad. Very bad. Man, I can go on and on about how disappointing the movie is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all in all, its either the real musical or nothing. My deepest regret is watching the movie out of boredem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to Sistic webbie, the opening night is 28th of March(hehe, nice date). But man, the $145 tickets are gone already. Sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh, ok meanwhile I will wait for my PFTO ticket to drop from the sky, and maybe my air ticket to US as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-7578357317349843317?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/7578357317349843317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=7578357317349843317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7578357317349843317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7578357317349843317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rer4Rsm6JyI/AAAAAAAAANk/TTfKNUjWmGg/s72-c/phantom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3620547676356252731</id><published>2007-03-03T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:40:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My God...my holidays are coming to an end and I'm still not done with my stuff. Will somebody just kill me?? I spent the whole week on 2 freaking assignments and 1 quiz and I'm still not finished. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it kills me to wait for people to send me stuff so I can started on some work, not knowing if they forgot or are just too busy. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my my, its March already. One and a half months to start of exams. Two months to the end of it. It's horrible, having to go through all the stress once again. It's like every year I'm on the verge of dying TWICE. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I wished someone happy birthday. I was told that everyone forgot about her birthday except me and I really made her day. Now, that really made MY day. Such a simple gesture yet so appreciated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I have no choice but to head back to my damnnnnnnnnnn assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-3620547676356252731?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3620547676356252731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3620547676356252731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3620547676356252731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3620547676356252731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-5283794796461401807</id><published>2007-02-26T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:45:22.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayy-ness. Blogger is back in action! So here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I returned back to school last Wednesday for a full 7 hrs non-stop lectures. Felt a little woozy with the pineapple tarts swimming in my tummy and adipose tissues while trying to get more glucose into my brain to last me through the horrid 7hrs. And it wasn't so great. We had a new Prof for 1 of my module, whom we kindly call Birdshit. So Birdshit is one of those prof with no sense of time management and thinks that my whole of Yr 3 Sem 2 revolves around his, and only his module. And, no prizes for guessing, he pissed me off big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he wanted to cram in 84 slides of crap within 2 hrs, which he failed terribly to do so. Then he wans to give us crap-load of reading materials, to keep us busy outside his lecture hours. Lastly, he insists on giving us weekly quizzez which &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; contribute to our CA. Not to mention, he is also the one who made me spend 21 hrs of my life in lab when my lab module is only 1AU. Now, just fine me ONE reason why I shouldn't hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, the previous prof who taught us this module gave us a frigging long assignment to complete within a week. It's like full 3 pages of Font size 10 Times New Romans, plus additional reading(sighhh, not again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll cost me less misery to go kill myself. So yes, I AM swarmed for this holidays. Not intending to go out much because time don't permit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got by Thurs and Fri in a daze. Ooh! But I did meet taitai on Fri nite for yummy dinner at Bakerzin. We were suppose to go to NYNY but the queue was suckily long and I was a bit bit late coz I was caught up with other things. Heh. So we relocated to Bakerz. They do not have set dinner anymore!!! SO sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the place except for their pricing. Their dessert is as expensive as their main course so you end up paying more. But sigh, the desserts are good, so we can't complain. I ordered aglio olio spaghetti(spicy) with tiger prawns. Not too bad but I prefer the one I had that time Grace treated us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKJ1btfLzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/a50xGArmX4A/s1600-h/230220071010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035738884418252594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKJ1btfLzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/a50xGArmX4A/s400/230220071010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, desserts!!! Like how can you ever go Bakerzin without eating their dessert. We ordered their Selection of 7 tapas to share. Ooooh I love it. The sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, we had Mango sorbet(common), coupe cheesecake(great!), chocolate &amp; caramel icecream with hazelnut rice crispies(love it!!!), raspberry panna cotta(rasp. sauce taste like cough medicine), hot chocolate shooter with vanilla icecream(tastes like milo..haha), caramel panna cotta(mmmmm, very good combination) and shucks, one other thing which I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKJ17tfL0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/GyXyn7yZcdo/s1600-h/230220071011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035738893008187202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKJ17tfL0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/GyXyn7yZcdo/s400/230220071011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKJ17tfL1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hPS0wMr-UuM/s1600-h/230220071012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035738893008187218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKJ17tfL1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hPS0wMr-UuM/s400/230220071012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yayy! I was pretty happy. And of course, we caught up alot too. Been awhile since we both went out. Haha, unfortunately, I was expecting more exciting news, which ahemz, taitai couldn't provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! I went for 2nd round of visiting on Saturday, with my 3 other dear Cornell darlings. Something which we did last year too=) Only difference is that this year, Jowyn was driving!!! Whoopppie!!! It saved us tonnes of time on travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st stop was JY's house, all the way in Boon Lay and I was realllliiiii late, coz Denise told me she'll be late. Oops, so we only reached around 1.30pm plus. Sat around, ate, gossiped, laughed and then moved on to my house. Haha, considering that my dad drives me to school almost everyday, I still don't really know the way home. Bless me when I do get a car and drive to school. Haha and coz of that, we got a little lost. But we made it to my house. I proudly showed off my beautiful hammies to 3 other non-animal lovers. Sigh, what a waste. And was trying to figure out some seaweed and pelican sandwich story -_-" This is really what you do when you don't have anything else to do. My mum bought us some snacks so we ate again and we took a photo at my house too. Haha apparently we did sth similar last year. Am waiting for Denise to send me last year's photos so I can do a comparison. Whahaah! Here's this years one anyway. I love our color combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKMQbtfL2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rcOTlKvpU3M/s1600-h/240220071015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035741547297976162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKMQbtfL2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rcOTlKvpU3M/s400/240220071015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKMQrtfL3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/6d14tQgPcPg/s1600-h/240220071016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035741551592943474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKMQrtfL3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/6d14tQgPcPg/s400/240220071016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, our next stop was Jowyn's house. We 2 are the North-east people. JY's the west and Denise's the east. Haha. Yup, so Jowyn's house was havign a gathering and her mum made loads of food. So we ate again!!!! Her mum cooked drunken prawns, and the prawns were like humongous! But it was fresh, so I liked it=) Except for the shell-peeling part. There was like alot of other food too and we were plonked in front of the table so I was like picking the food and stuffing it in my mouth. Tsk! But thank God we made the initiative to move away later, for some rounds of MJ. It's been a really long time man, since I touched the tiles. Couldn't even rem the rule anymore. Need Jowyn to mentor me. Haha.But couldn't stay long coz Denise had a family function at her house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no need ot guess, there was food. Again. Loads of it. They catered and we were ushered to the tables almost immediately when we got there. Haha, so we ate. Ain't it great? We hung around all the way till late evening, sitting around and talking as well as watch the kids play with some 'bomb' thingy. And last but not least, photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKONrtfL4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ynzTNA6x85U/s1600-h/240220071017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035743699076591490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKONrtfL4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ynzTNA6x85U/s400/240220071017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKON7tfL5I/AAAAAAAAANA/_WXG4Zm4zWA/s1600-h/240220071018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035743703371558802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKON7tfL5I/AAAAAAAAANA/_WXG4Zm4zWA/s400/240220071018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I have to say again, I still love the color combi=) So it was 1 pretty exciting day of visiting, hopefully we get to do it again next year, despite Jowyn moving on to the working world. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, I came home, and later in the nite, my tummy started feeling weird. Turns out to be food poisoning. And I don't know what caused it. Maybe I didn't wash my hands or what but oh well, take it that I'm getting rid of extra nutrients from my body then. Anyway my mum did say i should go on a diet -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spent the rest of Sunday at home, trying to get started on my work. Which I did, a little. But theres a whole lot more to do. Probably shouldn't be going out till Friday, I must maximise the time I have during the hols mannnnn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, I did some calculations and realise I don't stand very well in getting a 2nd class honors. So its either I buck up alot, or I become a useless lab bum. I see the seriousness of the situation, and hopefully that is enough motivation for me to get by this sem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, till next time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-5283794796461401807?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/5283794796461401807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=5283794796461401807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5283794796461401807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5283794796461401807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/yayy-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/ReKJ1btfLzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/a50xGArmX4A/s72-c/230220071010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-8284061657232462128</id><published>2007-02-25T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:59:38.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God...i HATE Blogger. Sth is wrong with this stupid thing and I can't put up pics, can't bold my words, can't change my text color. Can't do ANYTHING! Everything was working fine with the old version and then they had to collaborate with stupid Google to do don't know what and everything is screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have loads of pictures to put up but everything will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are here but it means no rest. 2 assignments, which are quite freaking long, 1 big quiz that requires ALOT of memorising, few tuts to do, I wonder, what holidays???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad revelation regarding where I stand for my honors deg and I'm in deep shit, with a capital S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh. And I've got food poisoning. Rarrr!! I am so not happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-8284061657232462128?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/8284061657232462128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=8284061657232462128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8284061657232462128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8284061657232462128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-6047866595071711958</id><published>2007-02-18T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:50:04.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My unexciting LNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's Chu Yi and I'm at home. I must be the only chinese in Singapore not out visiting/not being visited today. Not that I really care. The novelty of LNY has worn off after *sob sob* 22 years. I never really liked pretentious socialising anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only going to my maternal granny's place tmr coz my mum wants to avoid some people. So I'll only be getting 'income' tmr. Apparently my granny is doing the lazy way this year. She's not cooking but instead catering buffet for dinner. And ya, I'm expected to be there(sorry Jessie and gang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate I'm going for LNY, I won't be able to fit into my new year's clothes already. Sighhh. No thanx to the steamboat, pineapple tarts and probably vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before your jaws drop, lemme just clarify. I did not gulp down a whole bottle of alcohol or what. I just took a few sips. And hey! Alcohol does contain alot of calories ok, so a few sips do matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the vodka came about coz my mum lost her mind last September. On our way back from BKK, she bought like 2 bottles of it in the airport for no rhyme or reason. And no one in my house is a fan of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! But I do really love the Absolut Vodka packaging and ads though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RdgdY2QQWnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/58dHtZv0fqo/s1600-h/absolut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032804896304290418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RdgdY2QQWnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/58dHtZv0fqo/s400/absolut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have many other ads but these are some of my favs from the same theme. Niceeee. I'm gonna keep the bottle and do sth with it.=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oops, ok back to the main point. I never liked alcohol/beer/wine watever. I can't even be called a social drinker -.- but tried it for fun and my verdict is....its DISGUSTING!!!!! *vomits* So I don't know what's goin to happen to the rest of it. Maybe I should use it to burn down my school. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yar, so you see, I'm really bored out of my wits to go check out on Absolut. I should really get my ass moving and some work done(I know, I know, been repeating this alot of time). Time to put words into action....soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So happy LNY and public holidays everyone!(I'm too lazy to reply sms-es)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*pops many many many champagne*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rdgg-mQQWoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/krbJK7Gb83o/s1600-h/353-bravo-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032808843379235458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rdgg-mQQWoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/krbJK7Gb83o/s400/353-bravo-front.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/7538296-6047866595071711958?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/6047866595071711958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=6047866595071711958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6047866595071711958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6047866595071711958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-unexciting-lny-gosh-its-chu-yi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RdgdY2QQWnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/58dHtZv0fqo/s72-c/absolut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-425985258593869144</id><published>2007-02-16T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T19:28:56.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year everybody=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been MIA a little here coz I was setting up another blog for me and some of my pals. Haha, I love what I've done up for that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my long awaiting official holiday is finally here. Yippee! Haven done a single serious stuff since yesterday. But it's ok...this is just the beginning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my PL pals today for lunch. We were suppose to go to Amoy Street food center to eat the famous fish soup thing BUT those lazy bums decided to celebrate CNY early. What a bummer. So in the end we had to eat some random chicken rice which was of so-so standard. I'm going to drag Joy back one day, since she's the only other person I know who's nutsy over their fish soup=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back after lunch and was suppose to get some work done. In the end, I was fiddling with blogger and checking out other people's blog. Had dinner with my parents also and guess what we had....&lt;strong&gt;chicken rice&lt;/strong&gt;! Yuckssssssss. I didn't know they were getting that for dinner, if not I would have not eaten that for lunch. EEks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Sg Budget thingy...I can't believe I missed it again. Last year, I did not get any money from the gov coz I was not 21 as of Dec 2005. And now, I am overage because I'm over 20. So, nope. I'm getting no money. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why is the cut off at 20 anyway. Why don't they just expand their budget to people below 25 who are still in uni or sth?? They really think I can afford my uni fees is it? As it is, my one month transport to school is already near $80. And that is because my dad fetches me to school every other day. If not it'll be sky high loh. So silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this budget thingy is suppose to 'counter' the 7% GST or something like that rite? I don't think it really helps commoners like us loh. Take my parents for example. They should be getting about $600 or so. But its over a period of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; freaking&lt;/span&gt; years. Which means they are only getting $150 a year. Which is actually not alot. I mean how long can this $600 last? This 7% GST hike is a long term thing you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, let me take that back. It is not long term. Why? Coz maybe 2-3 years down the road, it'll be 10% GST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand these things they are doing, which they claim are trying to help the poorer families. It seems to me that they are just creating a greater disparity between the poor and the rich. A $.050 increase in vegetables will not matter much to a family who has a monthly income of $10 000. But it will matter a hell lot to a family who only earns $500 a month. If they really wanna help the poor, maybe they should stop hiking the stupid transport fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightz, to end off, should anybody wanna watch Babel during CNY, call me along okie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-425985258593869144?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/425985258593869144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=425985258593869144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/425985258593869144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/425985258593869144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-everybody-been.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-1996287336878291411</id><published>2007-02-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:33:01.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidayyyyyyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy, my hols are comin soon. I have like almost 2 wks of holidays coming up for me=) Not consecutively but I don't mind. As it is I'm already in the holiday mood. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my first cell group meeting yesterday, after dragging for like many months. Was chup-ed into Cheryl's group. And she was doing the teaching yesterday. Haha. I think it's easier to interact in a small group(and my group is really quite small). Easier to voice out opinions and easier to hear from others too. Anyway my group is quite farni, esp Keiji's frens. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogged the above yesterday before I got distracted by CSI. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished an intense MSN conversation with my Drug group. Let's call them Druggies. Anyways, it was intense yet unconclusive. Cannot stand it! There were 11 people in the conv, not all having the same focus, some running off to watch the VS show(-_-), some came back late, some digressing. Wah. We had such a hard time just trying to decide what we should focus on. And I still had to fight to make sure we chose a disease by tonight because some other suggested we research on 2 then later decide. *growls* And it is still unconclusive coz we dun have a specific target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a wall so I can ram my head into it now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, they are nice people really(I think) but I'd like my project done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crazy dinner with Grace and Cheryl just now. I have alot of photos of Grace's nostrils in my phone now -_-" Should anyone be interested in it, I will kindly bluetooth it to you. SO freaking full after that. Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo(Scrubs is infectious), Happy Valentine's Day everyone. Hopefully yours will be more exciting than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RdCU5mQQWmI/AAAAAAAAALs/8xagEY5_eBE/s1600-h/DSC03755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030684501015026274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RdCU5mQQWmI/AAAAAAAAALs/8xagEY5_eBE/s320/DSC03755.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/7538296-1996287336878291411?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/1996287336878291411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=1996287336878291411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1996287336878291411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1996287336878291411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/holidayyyyyyz-yayy-my-hols-are-comin.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RdCU5mQQWmI/AAAAAAAAALs/8xagEY5_eBE/s72-c/DSC03755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-279965514068349927</id><published>2007-02-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:27:32.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A TV Addict&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's me. Ever since last sem's exams, I've been an American shows junkie. It's really terrible. CSI, CSI Miami, Prison Break, My Name is Earl, Scrubs. At first it was still ok. I was watching the backlog of shows I missed. Then now it comes to a point where I'm waiting for US to release the shows so I can watch it. I feel horrible having to wait week after week just for ONE episode of my show. Tsk. I still remember when I started Prison Break, I had the whole of Season 1 to savor. And I could like finish 3-5 epis a day if I wanted to. Now, all I can do is wait wait and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhh. It's bad. I'm not using as much energy on MSN coz I'm channeling them to my TV shows and I had better do something about it. Need to start being a little more focused on more impt stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was not that great. Constantly feeling tired and sleepy. I came home today and plonked myself on the bed as soon as i changed out of my jeans! Didn't even remove my contacts and I slept for like almost 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend is going to be quite busy. Sian. It's not so much that I'm sian of the people I'm meeting but just sian that I won't have much time left over to do my own stuff(and I don't mean watching shows). I hardly understand any lectures that I going on now except for maybe my Pharmo coz it's more theory-based. So, to actually complete my tutorial, I have to double my work. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 'tour' around part of my school today for one of my tutorial. Finally saw what an NMR machine is like after hearing so much about it. The size of the magnets alone just blows me away. It's like HUUUGGGGEEE, I'm surpised I didn't get like sucked to it with my earrings and watch on. Haha. Anyway the lab was like some underground illegal lab and it's really miserable if you are working alone there. There's like nothing else in the room except for 3 humongous magnets, 2 desktops and some shelves etc. Imagine staying through the night by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, V-day is coming and CNY too. I'm awaiting my holidays! Woooooh! I don't suppose my cohort will be celebrating much of Vday cos we all have a 7hr straight lecture till 530pm. At least I'm not. I have a non-existant love life. And pleaseeeee...don't come and tell me that V day is aka Friendship day. I love my all my frens but if it's Vday it's Vday. Leave those lovebirds to get conned of their money! Why must we follow them and make up an occasion to celebrate?? It's like Muslims trying to celebrate Hari Raya, or Indians trying to celebrate Deepavali on CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-279965514068349927?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/279965514068349927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=279965514068349927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/279965514068349927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/279965514068349927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/tv-addict-yes-thats-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-8791492143227791492</id><published>2007-02-06T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:27:32.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could, I would book an ar ticket to America for my mid term break and travel on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RchX9YFvN6I/AAAAAAAAALc/5AdowQlCCPo/s1600-h/DSC01667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028365695909312418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RchX9YFvN6I/AAAAAAAAALc/5AdowQlCCPo/s320/DSC01667.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/7538296-8791492143227791492?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/8791492143227791492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=8791492143227791492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8791492143227791492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8791492143227791492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-could-i-would-book-ar-ticket-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RchX9YFvN6I/AAAAAAAAALc/5AdowQlCCPo/s72-c/DSC01667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-521042232296787277</id><published>2007-02-04T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:39:47.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going through a period of low self-esteem now and damn, I hate myself for having so little determination in doing what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new week. Time for new changes. To get motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God...I really hate the world. Hate them for the standards they set. Hate them for not letting me live up to their standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe even more so, I hate myself and the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-521042232296787277?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/521042232296787277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=521042232296787277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/521042232296787277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/521042232296787277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/going-through-period-of-low-self-esteem.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-1193920456079150709</id><published>2007-02-02T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:51:17.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if its a coincidence. Maybe because it's Feb and V day is coming, I've been hearing loads of love stories these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking, interesting, sad, surprising, on-going...you name it, I've heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-1193920456079150709?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/1193920456079150709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=1193920456079150709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1193920456079150709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1193920456079150709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-know-if-its-coincidence.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3878219201263675008</id><published>2007-01-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:04:10.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HeAdAcHe hEaDaChE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head has been hurting since after a very screwed up lab session today. Shucks! I seldom ever get a headache and when I do, it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been very unmotivated these days, I need to do sth about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is the very long-7hr-no break day. Oh my gosh...somebody save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-3878219201263675008?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3878219201263675008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3878219201263675008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3878219201263675008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3878219201263675008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/headache-headache-my-head-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-8799287925937024779</id><published>2007-01-28T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:49:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My first Ebay listing=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Gorgeous-Necklace-Earrings-Set_W0QQitemZ190077242645QQihZ009QQcategoryZ92841QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/Gorgeous-Necklace-Earrings-Set_W0QQitemZ190077242645QQihZ009QQcategoryZ92841QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyz! If you happen to know anyone interested in buying that, do lemme know k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this transaction goes well, I'm going on to sell my clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-8799287925937024779?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/8799287925937024779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=8799287925937024779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8799287925937024779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8799287925937024779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-ebay-listing-httpcgi.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2333275348315061590</id><published>2007-01-27T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T17:53:06.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop picking on my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Veena Bharwani January 27, 2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;TIE your hair up if it's long. No outlandish or punkish hairstyles. And certainly no dyeing or streaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such rules are common at girls' schools. But what happens if you are born with natural light brown streaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the case of Eurasian student Siti Mohd Said Galistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 4 Normal-Technical student at &lt;strong&gt;Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' School (PLMGS)&lt;/strong&gt; said she has faced countless scoldings and spot checks from teachers who don't believe her streaks are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to her, the school even threatened to have her hair genetically-tested after her parents spoke to The New Paper about her predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They just refused to believe the streaks are real. It's very frustrating as every year the same thing happens. I explain and I get scolded,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti, 16, said she was born with light brown streaks in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father, Mr Galistan Joseph Peter, 54, has similar streaks in his hair, said her mother, Madam Salamah Ali, 56, a housekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, Siti said the school even called in a hairdresser to see if Siti was telling the truth about her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The hairdresser told them my streaks were natural,' she said. Hairstylists we spoke to said it was possible to tell between natural streaks and artificially-coloured streaks by looking at the roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the roots also display the streaks after one month, then its natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Siti, after the hairstylist had verified that her streaks were natural, her form teacher issued her with a 'hair pass' as a form of explanation for other teachers in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two years, Siti carried the pass with her. But according to her, the pass, which has yet to be renewed this year, never worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAME OLD PROBLEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Siti had been having this hairy problem with the school ever since she joined it in Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti's mother said she has made several trips to the school to explain that Siti's streaks are natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has even gone with baby photos of Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated with the many complaints this year, Madam Salamah decided to dye Siti's hair dark brown to avoid all the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't dye it black as it won't be close to Siti's natural hair colour, which is dark brown with light brown streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of course, I'm not a professional hairdresser. And so after I dyed it, unfortunately, her hair still appeared to be streaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's too costly to go to a hairdresser and do it. It would cost $75. I'd rather use the money at the market,' said Madam Salamah, who has four other children and earns $1,800 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent Siti to school with an explanatory note on why she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't want anymore fuss. I just wanted it to be over. I thought with her hair dyed totally, she won't have any more problems.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, during a spot check on 11 Jan, Siti said she was singled out and scolded again - this time for having dyed hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti was not allowed to go to class until her mother rushed down to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Madam Salamah: 'I took a cab down in the middle of the work day and they told me Siti's hair had to be dyed a much darker colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They wanted me to dye Siti's hair in front of her form teacher and the principal. Why should I do it? Hasn't my daughter been humiliated enough? Dyeing and re-dyeing is very bad for her hair and scalp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I paid $24 on a taxi rushing down to talk about the same issue. It's just ridiculous and a waste of time and money,' said Madam Salamah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why can't they focus on more important things like her N Levels, which are coming up this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEARS OF FRUSTRATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My daughter has come home and cried many times in frustration because of this,' added Madam Salamah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti claimed all this has affected her morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I really don't like school anymore. I can't concentrate because of this,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When contacted, the school declined to go into details of Siti's case and would only say in an e-mail response that they had met her parents and that the issue had been resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their hair policies in general, the school said: 'Students should not have coloured or highlighted hair when they are in school uniform.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens if a student's hair is naturally coloured? The school did not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti's elder sister, Shahida Said, 19, a former PLMGS student, said that hair rules in the school were even stricter in earlier years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When I was in Sec 2, the school did not allow students to have long hair. If your hair was below your collar, you had to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your hair was not allowed to be too short as well, as it isn't feminine. A schoolmate of mine had to wear a wig to school because her hair was too short.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another former PLMGS student confirmed this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the girl, who declined to be named: 'That girl cut her hair so short that she looked like a boy. The school gave her a wig to wear as punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The didn't want us to have long hair as they didn't want us to waste time making unnecessary trips to the toilet and comb our hair too much.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Paper understands that PLMGS has since adjusted its rules and now allows students to have long hair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PL is a pain the ass. Seriously. This is coming from an ex-PL lite k. It's so embarrassing to have these kinda article put on TNP over some &lt;em&gt;hair&lt;/em&gt; issue that wasn't even an issue to begin with. I mean really, if a girl is born with brown hair, what do you want her to do about it?? Who are they to assume that all asians have black hair??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, PL is really a silly school. I mean I bet there are other silly schools around but I can't speak for them coz I've never studied there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Hair issue. Let's talk about the hair length. The 10 years that I was there, PL &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;budged about letting us have long hair. Claiming that it has always been part of their tradition. The hair issue was blown up a little when the school was fighting to be autonomous. That was in 2000/2001 I think. Word sort of came around that the school was actually considering letting us keep our hair long(perhaps to appear to be a little more democratic, you know, abit like how Sg's government works?). So they kept everyones' hopes up. Then some gals went on their on accord to just let their hair grow over the next 2 mths or so while the school was still contemplating and the whole autonomous crap(interviews, VIP coming to school etc) was still going on. AND THEN, after that, the dear priniciple decided to announce that&lt;strong&gt; No&lt;/strong&gt;, we can't have long hair. She reprimanded us and pushed the blame to the few gals who decided to keep their hair long even though the rules weren't in place yet. And went on about how they can't trust us blah blah and (oh how could they forget) it's PL tradition to have short hair. *rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I guess the tradition just went down the drain after a few years. My guess is since PL has gone autonomous, should act abit more atas like MGS and SCGS. I mean how high-class can you look with a mushroom bob on you right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. School socks. I don't know since when, the school decided to have standardised school socks to combat issues of having girls pulling up their socks knee-high or pushing down below ankle. The standardised socks have 2 footprints at the side of your ankle. To put it in a nice way, it can remind you of the footprints in the sand story. In a not so nice way, it was a replica of Hang Ten socks. And yes, it does look &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; similar. Oh! But PL would not wanna associate with Hang Ten. So they did differentiate themselves by having SIX toes on each of the foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. School belt and badge.(Thank God this change only came through after I left) PL got tired of people not putting on badges and wearing their belt at their hips. And decided to be so very smart and sew on the badge and the belt. *vomits* The uniform looks absolutely disgusting now, I never wanna associate myself with PL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I personally think, PL is trying too hard to control every single student yet keep up with trends, that she is losing her own identity. What defines PL? Back in my days, PL would be girls with short hair and white belt(that's suppose to represent purity). That made us distinct. Now? I can't even call the belt, a belt. It's more like a white ring of cloth around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yesterday, my mum went to collect her Long Service Award, for being a teacher for the past 25 years. I sat around for 500 odd medals to be given out and was treated to a very bad and cheapskate reception. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Came home and brought my dear lil daddy hams to the vet. Cos the poor lil thing wasn't getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsdglpi2eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bEKBdbUO85k/s1600-h/26012007846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024642254961301986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsdglpi2eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bEKBdbUO85k/s320/26012007846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsdg1pi2fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/S6MMkvymNuk/s1600-h/26012007845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024642259256269298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsdg1pi2fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/S6MMkvymNuk/s320/26012007845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the raw patches=( The vet place was v nice and the doc and nurse were frenly too. I mean I paid $62 bucks for it so they should be. Hah. Haiz, and I'm broke now. Can't believe I spent so much on a pet. First and last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yea, my dad(not the furry one) was getting on my nerves yesterday. And my mum's too. He was just being annoying la. He's down with cough and he thinks its coz of the dog's fur. -_- And he was complaining that my maid is spending too much time with the dog. Grrrr. The dog's like pissing him off in everyway. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Perry's gone home already. My uncle just came to pick him up. Sigh. Will miss him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsgclpi2gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bK3qE4jn2Us/s1600-h/16012007828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024645484776708610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsgclpi2gI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bK3qE4jn2Us/s320/16012007828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsgclpi2hI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HvvAiuv84HA/s1600-h/16012007829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024645484776708626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsgclpi2hI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HvvAiuv84HA/s320/16012007829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsgc1pi2iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qYrwvh4doN4/s1600-h/DSC03701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024645489071675938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsgc1pi2iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qYrwvh4doN4/s320/DSC03701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =( Bye bye Perry. This time it's for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2333275348315061590?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2333275348315061590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2333275348315061590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2333275348315061590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2333275348315061590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/stop-picking-on-my-hair-by-veena.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Rbsdglpi2eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bEKBdbUO85k/s72-c/26012007846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-1661987593877116120</id><published>2007-01-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:30:03.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I had known that this week's Vision Weekend will be cancelled, I wouldn't have cancelled my meeting last saturday. Now, because of that, majority of the people can't make it coz they have their own cell group meeting. And it wouldn't be fair to get the minority to go all the way down to church just to do some useless stuff for such a short while. (I'm talking like travelling from Boon Lay to Chinatown.) So nevermind. I'll just do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always easier to do things own time own target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-1661987593877116120?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/1661987593877116120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=1661987593877116120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1661987593877116120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1661987593877116120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-had-known-that-this-weeks-vision.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-4568124189081974247</id><published>2007-01-23T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:50:53.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jus some quickies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo!! My 4 day week previlege(however you spell that word) is taken away from me!!! So sad..its back to trotting to school from Mon-Fri for the next 3 weeks or so.=( 4 hr lab a week. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a few proj to work on this sem, which I am not looking forward to. I've never liked project coz its always so difficult to get people together. And as of now, we have been assigned 2 proj for 2 different modules and I'll be working with different people. So confusing. And hey! My proj takes up less than 30% of my results can. I don't know if proj for biz students are worth more but 30% is definitely not worth the time spent meeting up after school, planning for presentation and writing reports. Not worth! I mean come on! I finish school at 530pm almost every other day. So I have to eat into my weekend?? I'd rather take a quiz anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy hams is not feeling well again. Same prob as the previous time and this time round its more persistent. I've been cleaning him but its not getting any better. Thinking of bringing him to the vet at the end of the week. Tell me, do I sound mad?? Bringing a hamster to a vet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-4568124189081974247?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/4568124189081974247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=4568124189081974247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4568124189081974247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4568124189081974247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/jus-some-quickies-boo-my-4-day-week.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-7290056779807194980</id><published>2007-01-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:26:33.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling super nua now. Don't feel like doin any work at all but I wanna watch shows! Jus that there's nothing to watch. Sighhhhh so I'm here to blog instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a wedding yesterday and a bday party today. Am pretty tired but I dun feel like sleeping yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Island Creamery photos already~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RbOBnxwlF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RqQsi0SfuH0/s1600-h/P1095075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022500529820211026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RbOBnxwlF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RqQsi0SfuH0/s400/P1095075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RbOBoBwlF2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IRYnZBVzn58/s1600-h/P1094993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022500534115178338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RbOBoBwlF2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IRYnZBVzn58/s400/P1094993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RbOBohwlF3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KNvT2NxskUQ/s1600-h/P1095046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022500542705112946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RbOBohwlF3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KNvT2NxskUQ/s400/P1095046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most about the photos is that it made my skin look better. I don't know if the photos were photoshopped but I doubt so. Maybe its coz of the lighting too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm mulling over how to reject something I've been told to/assigned to do. Frankly speaking, I don't wanna do it. Because I know I'm not cut out for it and I have no interest in trying things out. I mean we can't all be good in the same things so I'd rather do things that I'm better at or at least sths that I vaguely have interest in. I understand some people see it as a natural progession from that to this but not me. There are certain things you can do wo passion and get by with it but certain things you cant. It might just boil down to our individual personality, depending on whether you are ready to admit it. People who hate kids will never be a kindergarten teacher. People who are not compassionate will never be a social worker. So on and so forth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are people destined to be leaders and role models but you will need followers to make you who you are. And I'll be one of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-7290056779807194980?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/7290056779807194980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=7290056779807194980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7290056779807194980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7290056779807194980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeling-super-nua-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RbOBnxwlF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RqQsi0SfuH0/s72-c/P1095075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-4914508428624443354</id><published>2007-01-20T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:32:46.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some interesting concepts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Small nucleotide polymorphism and personalised medicine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small genetic differences between people can determine if a certain drug will work on them. Which means some cancer treatment may not work for you coz you are not genetically compatible. And in time to come, we will all have our own drugs specific to what we are and what we need, and perhaps guarantee a cure for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Using stem cells from the back of your eyes to restore vision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I didn't catch much of this. Jus heard it from a prog on TV mobile. So next time Lasik will be considered passe? I mean growing your own lens, so everytime you need a new lens you just grow 1. Cool! Specs and contact lens company can prepare to close shop already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-4914508428624443354?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/4914508428624443354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=4914508428624443354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4914508428624443354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4914508428624443354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-interesting-concepts-1-small.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-4153886317368071828</id><published>2007-01-19T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:47:09.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank God It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little more settled now after making some changes to my weekend=) I'll worry abt things when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is probably the nuaest friday I ever had in school. My Fri timeable is quite crap. 1hr tut in the morn then 3hr break then 1 hr lec. Since its the beginning of the term, a normal person(like me), wouldnt have much motivation to stick ard in the library to do any mugging. So me and my accomplice(Fel), took a bus out too this place beside City Harvest church where there's a small KFC outlet. We've been wanting to go there since we entered NTU. Haha, its a wish finally fulfilled after 3 years ++. Yup. Had a very nice but fattening lunch there. Yummmyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another 1 hr plus to go before the lecture started. And we decided to do the dumbest thing. &lt;strong&gt;Take the shuttle bus round and round the school&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha! We were super bored and tired after lunch. Was thinking of going to the lib to photostat some notes but hehe, we got detered. And yep! We hopped on one of the bus and made at least 3 rounds round the school. So stupid. There are like 3 different shuttle bus routes in school and I was suggesting that we should hop off and then take a different route. Haha, you can tell how bored and boh liao we were. In the end the bus took so long to come, we had to hop on another bus to go back to school for lecture. And we ended up being late. Haha. Lame. But it was so nice to nua on the bus! Somemore we already paid for it, might as well make good use of our money right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on our way home, when we were on the train something "interesting" happen. There was this boy, maybe about pri6/sec1 with some mental disability. I mean you can tell from his appearance that he's different. He came on to the train with us seeming as though he was looking for a friend who is at some other carriage like that and kept fiddling his handphone. He was doing his own stuff and we were minding our own business until..we going to reach dover stat. He got up and tried to make his way to the door and the MRT suddenly jerked. And he lost his balence in front of me and stepped on my foot!!! It was like his whole body weight landed on my poor toes k! I instinctively said 'ouch' and was staring at him coz initially I was quite irritated. But its like I know its a little mean and stuff considering his condition so I just decided not to make anymore noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing was, he got out of his seat but nv got off the train -_-. Then he started pacing back and forth on the carriage I was on. Tis lady beside Fel got off and he rushed to the empty seat. And acc. to Fel he was taking up alot of space. Anywayz, that boy was erm...kajiaoing a man sitting on the other side of him. He on his hp camera and stuck his hand to the back of the man and started snapping photos. He was snapping when the train stopped, when the train was moving and even when the train was in the tunnel. Hmm, what he was doing? I don't know. Meanwhile, Fel decided to play games on my phone coz she wans to help me get to a higher level in the game -_-. And suddenly......that boy shoved himself over and watched my hp intently while Fel played the game!!! Hahahahaahhaha. I thought it was freaking funny! I mean I'm not laughing at him. I'm laughing at how disturbed Fel was. She was trying to stay alive in the game and the boy was like shoving his face into the hp screen. Hahahah!! I was very amused by the scene and was trying sooooo hard to stifle my laughter coz I don't want people to think that I was laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. What a way to end off my Friday. Fel was like trying not to laugh too and we looked so ridiculous. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, haha this is meaningless rambles. Thanks for reading up to this point. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-4153886317368071828?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/4153886317368071828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=4153886317368071828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4153886317368071828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4153886317368071828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-god-its-friday-im-feeling-little.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3124771423937071710</id><published>2007-01-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:48:28.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irritated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one word sums up alot of things man. I'm feeling quite irritated right now because of many things. And I don't really have the time or want to rant to somebody coz I'm not interested in pple telling me to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a chore getting people to reply to my sms. Hey, if you are reading this and you happen to be one of those people, fret not k? Coz you are not alone. I'm not talking about sms-es where I update you aboutmy daily. I'm talking about msgs where I ask you something and am expecting and waiting for a reply so that I can confirm other things. It ends off with a '?' so yes, I think its pretty clear that the sms is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; suppose to be read and deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why. I haven been going anywhere much or what but I feel that there's alot of misc stuff for me to do. And it's like baggage, seriously. It's not that I don't wanna do the stuff but there's a better time for everything. I know my timetable seems rather lax but its not exactly very free either you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isn't exactly the best thing's that happening in my life too. Maybe it's the root of the problem but it's not like I can help it right? My life and future depends on it so I don't have a choice but to drag myself to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not really talking coherently. But all in all, I'm feeling irritated. And it is not PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to SCHOOLwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-3124771423937071710?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3124771423937071710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3124771423937071710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3124771423937071710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3124771423937071710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/irritated-that-one-word-sums-up-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-8598425333293070080</id><published>2007-01-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:05:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My house is turning into a zoo. I have 1 tortoise, 4 hammies, a gazillion kois(no thanx to my dad) and now...a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone say hi to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perry&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Ras9wRwlFzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bvL3hUeRIfI/s1600-h/15012007819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020174109244725042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Ras9wRwlFzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bvL3hUeRIfI/s400/15012007819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's not officially mine...just left here for a week. Belongs to my uncle. Quite hyper but not fierce. Greedy but doesn't like his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last time I had a dog was in JC1/2 and that was also given to me. But we had trouble keeping him coz he kinda only recognises me. I mean everyone else in the family got bitten at least once by him except for me. Yea, so my point here is-I miss my previous dog. We had to give him away to SPCA later coz my family got scared of him -_- Ya, and all the bad feelings are coming back to me now. You know how dogs live just for their owner. He lives just for me to get home from school everyday. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, so there's Perry now. He nearly gave me heart attack today. My uncle warned us that he is abit the not-very-smart in the sense that if he runs away, he wun be able to find his way back. And my uncle was saying that pls don't let it happen coz his son loves the dog alot. And then! Today when my dad was driving back, I had a nagging feeling to go make sure that Perry was somewhere in sight but was too lazy to get up. My dad parked his car, came in and told me he ran out. OMG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad told me he ran right so I ran down e street but that dumb dog was nowhere in sight. There was this auntie walking up the street and heard me calling the dog. I didn't bother about her at first. Was more worried as to how to tell my uncle we lost his dog just after &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; day. But thank God, the lady turned into the back alley and saw Perry there. And she was very nice. Carried him back to us. Ahhh, good souls do exist=) Seriously, if he really went missing, I think my uncle will just severe ties with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, so my weekend has been a rather exciting one. Other things that happened are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Overslept, didn't make it to church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-My sister opened a&lt;strong&gt; Wang Jiao&lt;/strong&gt; franchise(a kaya toast kiosk) at &lt;strong&gt;Stamford Court&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a kiosk inside the Cheers there. Not v obvious place but if you do pass the place, might wanna drop by=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RatDgRwlF0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9xrWK0zWv6Q/s1600-h/14012007814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020180431436584770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RatDgRwlF0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9xrWK0zWv6Q/s400/14012007814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! I've been procrastinating about doing my tuts...better get back to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-8598425333293070080?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/8598425333293070080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=8598425333293070080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8598425333293070080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/8598425333293070080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-house-is-turning-into-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/Ras9wRwlFzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bvL3hUeRIfI/s72-c/15012007819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-7627070279473124816</id><published>2007-01-13T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:37:34.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you didn't already know, I'm feeling big-time majorly screwed on the 1st week of school. Screwed by some indian accent(not being a racist here) and screwed by some handwritten F Maths cum physics concepts. Yea, F Maths. Something that I've never done in my entire life because I'm not qualified to do it. And now, I'm forced to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK, not entirely true. But I have to make a choice of being screwed by either one of the above. And I have chosen the Indian accent. Sigh*shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's alot of things that are not meant to be said but I feel it and I know it. I can't see myself working towards something that's not substantial. I have my own agendas, goals and directions. This sem is gonna be more sweat and blood but less results and that's the way it will be. I am not expecting much of myself in any other areas except my academics so may the people around me not expect anything of me as well. Because I won't live up to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year &lt;strong&gt;will be&lt;/strong&gt; a busy one, just as I've hoped to be. And I know one day, all these will worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't always do what you love or love what you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-7627070279473124816?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/7627070279473124816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=7627070279473124816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7627070279473124816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7627070279473124816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-you-didnt-already-know-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-6192618360606677107</id><published>2007-01-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:15:55.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wahhh I have loads to blog about but no time..coz school's startin tmr and I gotta prepare for it. Muahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway first up, some shots of what I was doing last week=)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOT49miqhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SsHEPqMAe8I/s1600-h/02012007785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018017016639040018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOT49miqhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SsHEPqMAe8I/s400/02012007785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My poor lil daddy hams fell sick. But he's on the road to recovery=) I've been treating him like 3-4 times a day. Cleaning the wound, spraying the wound with the antiseptic. My lil darrrrrlllinnngggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fiiinnnaaaalllly went Big O for dessert. The last time I went there was with taitai(eons ago) and we had set lunch and I was too full for dessert. Then I heard Van raving about the Spike D and 've been wanting to try it since forever. So...tadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOIpNmiqVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2xMEQNJCv5Y/s1600-h/03012007788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018004651428194642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOIpNmiqVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2xMEQNJCv5Y/s400/03012007788.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Spike D! It was quite good. Can really taste the durian and all. Btw, its a chocolate-coated dome with durian filling and cake inside=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOIpdmiqWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dHULlMXt7y8/s1600-h/03012007790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018004655723161954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOIpdmiqWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dHULlMXt7y8/s400/03012007790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aphrodisiac(Cannot rem the spelling la). In simple terms, its truffle cake. Haha. V rich. If you are a huge chocolate fan like me, you can probably finish the whole thing by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOIpdmiqXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BdamafPnK8s/s1600-h/03012007792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018004655723161970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOIpdmiqXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BdamafPnK8s/s400/03012007792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awww....a broken heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was there with Grace and Fel. We shared a main course then ordered these 2 cakes. I would have loved the desserts more if I didnlt have to finish them at the same time. After awhile it was like sugar overdose. And Grace's stomach wasn't really contributing. So -_-&lt;/p&gt;Then I went Ding Tai Fung on Sunday with my family. I've been nagging at my mum that I've NV been there and I haven tried their supposedly-damn-famous xiao long bao. The only thing I tried from DTF is some lame pork floss fried rice that my mum packed back for me the other time. So I think the nagging finally hit her head and yayyy! Off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOKiNmiqYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/spHdpMAsZqA/s1600-h/07012007799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018006730192365954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOKiNmiqYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/spHdpMAsZqA/s400/07012007799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The factual facts of DTF's XLB. Aye, should have brought my digicam then I can capture the text. Anywayz, DTF claims each of their XLB has 18 exquisite folds, made of thin skin and one other thing which I don't rem. Erm, I counted. 1 of it has 19 folds. Hmmm. And the skin is a lil too thick at the top too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018006734487333266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOKidmiqZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Uix-E2BeURM/s400/07012007800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10 XLB in da house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaONZdmiqeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XVM51FhJzac/s1600-h/07012007801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018009878403394018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaONZdmiqeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XVM51FhJzac/s400/07012007801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poor resolution pic of XLB upclose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today...today was an ice cream overdose day. Haha. The ice creamS was free though. Thanks to Christina=) She had a fren who was doing an FYP on rebranding and was focusing on this local ice cream shop which I bet most of you people have not heard of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Presenting to you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaONCNmiqbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qC7Jo5E6cVo/s1600-h/09012007810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018009478971435442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaONCNmiqbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qC7Jo5E6cVo/s400/09012007810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never heard of it right? I don't knoe much about hte place either but I do know that the owner learnt how to make ice cream in the US and came back and opened his own icecream shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaONCNmiqcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DRrFlZOz4GM/s1600-h/09012007803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018009478971435458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaONCNmiqcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DRrFlZOz4GM/s400/09012007803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MudPie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaONCNmiqdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CuCyUQv-bFw/s1600-h/09012007804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018009478971435474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaONCNmiqdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CuCyUQv-bFw/s400/09012007804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 scoop of ice cream. Guess the flavour?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You'd think its mocha or some coffee flavour thingy rite? You are so wrong. It's teh tarik flavor! Cool eh?? It's really teh tarik-ish. And I actually quite like it. It's one of their specialty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anywayz, we were there to pose with the ice cream. Hahaha. Sth like lifestyle shots? Or maybe candid shots? Yup and in return we get free ice cream=) I had mudpie, the teh tarik ice cream, and 1 big slice of this ice cream cake. It doesn't sound alot but I think its the milk in the ice cream that makes you really full.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Basically there's only 2 Island Creamery outlets. I was at the outlet in Serene Center where you can actually sit down and enjoy the ice cream. The other 1's in Great World City where it's just a scoop shop. Personally, I think the that ice cream isn't expensive(like $2.50) per scoop and it actually tastes quite good. Value for money! In the shop, you can take photos of yourslef and print it on the spot for free for them to put it up on the wall=) The location sounds sucky to you? Well, actually its not. It's near schools like MGS, SCGS and other atas school. So you can actually see the target group. Not to mention, the taitais living around the area.(I'm serious)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've never given much thought about ice creams and the image they try to portray and stuff. Until today. I know that there's someone else I know working on a similar(but not the same) project. For Chris's fren, its trying to re-market sth that has already been around for awhile but never caught people's notice. For someone else, its trying to market another ice cream brand-Haagen Daaz- with a different image. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's been said that Haagen's image is too sexual/sensual and whatnot, lacking the fun factor. But personally I think that's the way it will work for them. May not be apostolic but to be realistic, apostolic doesn't work for everyone. I think it's interesting that Haagen can actually see ice cream from a different point of view where its more than just a treat for kids. I mean if every brand were to be like BnJ where its funky, colorful and fun, then it'll be boring. And Bnj would never have made it that big. I think Haagen has already established themselves with that image and that's how people will relate to Haagen. So that's how they will sell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway this is not from a biz student point of view so haha, it may be just rubbish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOTntmiqgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xBI9oQV2n1M/s1600-h/09012007807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018016720286296578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOTntmiqgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xBI9oQV2n1M/s400/09012007807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy and full with ice cream in our tummy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alrightz I'm off to prepare for school now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOTntmiqfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CN-gQuH-Gbg/s1600-h/09012007809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018016720286296562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOTntmiqfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CN-gQuH-Gbg/s400/09012007809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New sem, new bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-6192618360606677107?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/6192618360606677107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=6192618360606677107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6192618360606677107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6192618360606677107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/wahhh-i-have-loads-to-blog-about-but-no.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaOT49miqhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SsHEPqMAe8I/s72-c/02012007785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-4822740333912909669</id><published>2007-01-08T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:53:00.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some really long overdue photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaHafdmiqTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UUL-aHEfpaE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017531693924526386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaHafdmiqTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UUL-aHEfpaE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was not to long after I got back from the US(can u imagine how old the photo is). 4 people trying to be as retarded as possible. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the photos are from Denise's birthday which were also taken stone ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaHaMtmiqRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sAs7v7Ycmp4/s1600-h/Picture_049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017531371801979154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaHaMtmiqRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sAs7v7Ycmp4/s400/Picture_049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaHaM9miqSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c_9cmirZarE/s1600-h/Picture_057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017531376096946466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaHaM9miqSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c_9cmirZarE/s400/Picture_057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah..my face actually din look tat fat here..oh maybe im jus deluded. Hahaha. But my hair was horrid. Anywayz these are trivial stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my daddy hams is gettin slightly better. Thought saw small tufts of hair growing back at the arm. =) Hopefully I'm not imagining stuff. Yayyy, can't wait to bring him out to play again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-4822740333912909669?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/4822740333912909669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=4822740333912909669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4822740333912909669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4822740333912909669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-really-long-overdue-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RaHafdmiqTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UUL-aHEfpaE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-5115812570800355532</id><published>2007-01-06T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:02:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hear me whine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On taking a closer look at the mods i'm gonna be taking in the coming sem, I realise its suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal &amp; Methods of Structural Bio : Stuc bio??? Gosh, it sounds technical. And I hate technical stuff. I  see Jaume, Julien and Rupert in the prof list. Lethal combination. A small dose is enough to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacology : Sigh, I used to want to be a pharmacist. Then, I did Org Chem in uni and I flopped terribly. Now this mod requires Org Chem as pre-req. Tell me I'm not a piece of dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Functional Genomics &amp; Proteomics : I  had a crazy time memorizing the techniques used in Human Genetics, now the things are back to haunt me. ANd they never put Prof Chen in to teach us =( No good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drug Discovery &amp; Developing Biotechnology : Erm, sounds interesting but again it seems that org chem is gonna play a lead role here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Resource : Biz?? I understand the need to not only study things within my course. But I also know my lack of comprehension for such theoratical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh...its gonna be a long sem ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy hams is sick. =( SO damn upset about it. Sth is wrong with the skin and it keeps scratching till its red, blotchy and furless. My heart aches man. Get well soon, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-5115812570800355532?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/5115812570800355532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=5115812570800355532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5115812570800355532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5115812570800355532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/hear-me-whine.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3018606064227962602</id><published>2007-01-04T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T00:02:09.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey...its the 4th day of 2007 and going to be the 5th. Feels good knowing that the kids are back to school and the streets are free for me to roam =D My hols are coming to an end too(but not yet) so I shld review the things that I've listed out to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go Vivocity.(it's pathetic, even Preet has gone. But I dun really wanna squish with the crowd either, so prob wait till the 1st wk of Jan) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do facial.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tidy up my hair. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thread face.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go shopping with mum. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Use up my Zara voucher.&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet the PL bunch. All 5 of you please!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Meet the AJ bunch. All 5 of you too!! (Dunch any of you dare scoot off to Tioman or wat not without warning.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Meet the 3 Cornellians. Hopefully Jowyn will be back so we can celebrate her bday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alright, I'm pretty happy with myself for completing most of the stuff and not only that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finished up my jigsaw puzzle that's like 1 year old -_-"&lt;br /&gt;-Finish sewing my buttons of my sleeves&lt;br /&gt;-Gone to the big IKEA&lt;br /&gt;-Done up my calendar, organizer and timetable&lt;br /&gt;-Gone to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;-Finish buying birthday presents&lt;br /&gt;-Gone back AJ to get my FBT&lt;br /&gt;-Gone to Big O to eat Spike D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anymore but I sure there's stuff I've left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ZARA voucher!!!! It's pissing. Wanted to use it today on a dress coz the voucher expires in end of Jan but I can't use it coz its a sale item. Okay, my bad for not reading the terms and condition properly but isn't it abit lame that now 90% of the store is on discount? So what am I suppose to buy?? Now I have to make another trip down to Zara jus to buy sth. *raarrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is actually still alot of things to be done before the holidays end. I better find time to do it while I have the time now :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pack up all my accessories.( Big chore, not sure how I'm gonna do it)&lt;br /&gt;-Find my Mitch Albom books!!!(AMK lib dun have!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Find a frame for my jigsaw.&lt;br /&gt;-Pack my dressing tables. OMG&lt;br /&gt;-Pack my pencil holder and stationeries.&lt;br /&gt;-Pack all my bags.&lt;br /&gt;-Prepare for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'pack' scares me. But I gotta do it....tmr. Hehehe. Till nx time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-3018606064227962602?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3018606064227962602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3018606064227962602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3018606064227962602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3018606064227962602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2580357682553948624</id><published>2006-12-31T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:06:40.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 coming to past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sum up the year again=) Gonna be entering 2007 really quietly, by spending the last mins of 2006 at home with my family. Had a really long chat with my maid just now. Talking about her family, my family, what she wants to do in the future and so on. Cool:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was out with Aziz and Fel watching fireworks if I'm not wrong. At Esplanade. I mean, I would do it once, but not twice. The human jam after everything is not really that worth it. Hence I'm typing away here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year has been pretty normal to me but got better towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan&lt;/strong&gt;-I started the year reminiscing about my Cornell days. Trying to recover from jet lag, attempting to lose my winter fats etc. All these while trying to juggle the stressful life of SBS. Worked a lil, and celebrated CNY at the end of the month. Oh right, the 4 Cornellians went to do CNY visiting at each others house. It was pretty cool haha xcept for the travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb&lt;/strong&gt;-Nothing v exciting I think. Had my mid sem break which was spent going out and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;- Most of what I can remember is me and my lame-ass birthday. And also, beginning to mug for my exams as well as being swarmed by reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;-Pre-exams and EXAMS!!!! It was a rare thing that my exams ended BY April. I guess it was a pretty bad exam? Based on my results. Didn't have much social life during this period of time. As always. OH, but I did celebrate Christina's and Ann Kay's bday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;-With exams out of the way, my hols came full blast=) So with holidays means meetin frens..haha pple you dun get to meet during school. Seems like I sold my Nano then also. Rite! Church held Island Rush 2006. Massive number of contestants. I think 2 pple were plucked from my group so I pulled out too and became one of the ICs for the stop. It was a blessing in disguise coz I wouldn't have made it too far in the race. AND, I also passed my BTT in the same month=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of better things happening in my life.(For most part of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;-There was a youth chalet for the Cedar gals. Popped by on the 2nd day despite me not knowing them very well then. Benny went of to NS, so we had a parting dinner with him. That boy is growing to be a man and defend our nation! Wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got back my results which was a total flop. I had promised myself to study harder when I get back from Cornell but obviously my results proved otherwise. It was very disappointing but you have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...there's World Cup to live for!!! Haha, I'm kidding. But I did enjoy myself watching the matches though=) Caught the soccer fever man. Didn't have SCV so had to hop from places to places just ot catch certain matches. At unearthly hours too. No thanx to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember staying up past midnight the day before youth camp to catch a Brazil match. Haha, stayed over at Joy's house just ot do so. Can you see how desperate I am?? Both of us were a lil groggy the next day due to the lack of slp. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the leader for this year's camp. It was good teachings but I don't think(or rather I know) I wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;-Still in the WC mood. Haha, this was the month of the finals. Super upsetting that my Brazil got kicked out so early. Haiz and Germ so did NOT win. But they were very exciting matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ gals had our kinda-annual chalet. As usual BBQ-ing and stay overs with me down with some sicko flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joy were also doing a small gift thing for the Youth Camp Committee team. I thought that was cool=) Love wat we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most exciting thing is probably going to Penang with Grace and Joy. It was a pretty last minute thing and we choo-chooed there. Haha. Cool man. We spent some days in Penang with lots of walking and food. Managed to train up Joy to trying durian. Hehe. And after that went to KL to do some sightseeing and shopping then choo-chooed back. It was a simple but nice getaway. Plus, it was a very good bonding time for the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church had BOTT and CEJ too. Check out the Juls post to find out what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aug&lt;/strong&gt;-First time starting school in Aug instead of Jul. Great man! Haha. I began my driving practical lessons. Cant rem when I passed my FTT but kinda imm jumped into the pracs. And I went full force into doin my driving for the whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy month really. I had school EVERYDAY from 830-530 and then rush for driving and rush home to do my work. Very glad that I made through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept&lt;/strong&gt;-Cont with my driving but it was less xiong. So it wasn't TAT bad. Also, went for a short BKK trip with my mum.Hehe, during school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab reports started to make their way into my life. Sigh and I had to cope with them. However, this semester, things that I was studying was of more interest to me so I learnt to complain less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct&lt;/strong&gt;-Kinda started swearing off MSN, which did me a whole lot of good. I know the whole month revolved around school and bit of driving. I had consecutive lab sessions nearing the end of sem so the pile of reports to be done jus grew. But like I mentioned somewhere before, we always get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like most of my Prof this sem. I really do sincerely like them and that's just plain amazing=) So it was a little saddening that the sem came to an end. But then again, I really needed time to mug and shut myself from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov&lt;/strong&gt;-EXAMS!!! Again..first time having evening papers and first time having SIX core! Some of the papers were pretty crap. And I totally mean it. That kinda took up 3wks of my Nov. And again, my exams ended at the end of Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec&lt;/strong&gt;-So I had my whole Dec free. Soaked myself in CSI and Prison Break. What bliss man. Haha! Also, I passed my driving. Woohoo! And got back my exam results which I'm happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first church camp too=) Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my 2006 in a glance. Awesome too. Haha it wasn't all great but I made do and survived it. And I thank God for every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes 2007. Don't really have any resolutions in mind but probably just do better in my studies, be nicer esp to my parents, stay healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a busy busy year ahead. If I fight for what I want and I get it=) And I'll be 22, not looking forward to that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, have a Blessed New Year everybody!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: I really hate the song 'Auld Lang Syne'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2580357682553948624?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2580357682553948624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2580357682553948624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2580357682553948624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2580357682553948624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-coming-to-past-time-to-sum-up-year.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-799533083877842858</id><published>2006-12-31T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:54:41.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met up with a whole lot of people :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some personal time with my dentist on Boxing Day -_- So exciting man. She told me I need to wear my retainers again!!!! SUCKS. My stupid teeth is always giving me problem. When I was abt 8 or 9, had to undergo an op to remove this flap of skin that was connecting my lower jaw and lower lip. When I was 12, had to wear braces. Not cause my teeth aren't straight but because one of my milk tooth doesnt have an adult tooth(can u believe it). Anywayz, I'm grateful for my dentist. I heard horror stories from my fren saying tt her braces thingy fell out before. OMG. You know that metal thing stuck to your tooth?? Can you imagine it falling off?? What if you swallow it in a middle of the night man? Think her dentist should be sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm digressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went out with my mum after that. Didn't buy much xcept for 2 tops, a dress and a bag. I didn't even wanna get the dress but my mum insisted on buying. She's really weird at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on wed, it was a crazy day. Fel was suppose to come in the morn to transfer stuff from my comp to her ext. hard drive. But she woke up late!!! And I was really running on a tight schedule that day. Had to rush off to Holland V to meet the Cornnies. Me, JY, Denise, Mel and Jowyn met at Crystal Jade for lunch. Haha, I got back my Biostats notes that I lent to Mel. Didn't expect her to return it to me. It's really quite amazing. That set of notes came back with me from Cornell to Sg then I passed it to our mutual fren to bring it back to Cornell and then she returned it back to me in Sg. Wahahah. It has spent the winter sem for me in Cornell, how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, lunch was really quite funny tho. JY ordered xiao long bao with egg surrounding it(as wat Denise calls it, surround egg. As in, surround sound? Surround egg.) Haha. JY was battling with the XLB trying to 'detach' it from the pan without bursting the XLB. Close fight though. JY 2, XLB 2. TIE!! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RZeSBDK3wyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AzdvtjrhlR0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014637256828764962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RZeSBDK3wyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AzdvtjrhlR0/s320/Picture%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; JY's opponent-XLB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. Jowyn came late like at 135pm and me, Denise and JY had to leave at 2. So lame rite. Haha. We passed her her bday prezzie and caught up a lil b4 we left.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RZeSBTK3wzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UwNF5mWV0Ts/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014637261123732274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RZeSBTK3wzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UwNF5mWV0Ts/s320/Picture%2B004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RZeSBTK3wzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UwNF5mWV0Ts/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Group pic=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I rushed off to meet my mum to open a bank account. Met my long-time-no-see uncle. He's my grandaunt's son-in-law and I used to be really close to his daughters who are at least 7 years younger than me. Yep, I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; good with kids. They are all grown up now. Super duper smart(studying in RGS) and I am soooo proud of them=) And after that went shopping with my mum again but this time is her buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, it was to meet up with the AJ people for dinner at Raffles City.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2095659260093306863JTGiJF"&gt;&lt;img alt="CIMG3157" src="http://inlinethumb07.webshots.com/582/2095659260093306863S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An artistic shot. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2314693520093306863qebzNI"&gt;&lt;img alt="CIMG3181" src="http://inlinethumb06.webshots.com/1157/2314693520093306863S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2578555120093306863GzqpMq"&gt;&lt;img alt="CIMG3203" src="http://inlinethumb50.webshots.com/241/2578555120093306863S425x425Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was dragged all the way from City Hall to Cathay just to see a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xmas tree. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thursday, met up with my NTU friends. Haha its the first time I've ever hung out with other NTU-ees other than Fel and Van. This is really amazing huh? One of them is going for Georgia Tech for exchange. I also wanna go=( It was quite irritating though. We all knew results wil lbe out that day but only after we've already arranged the meeting. And we were to meet at 12. And the results had to come out at 12. NICE. So I spent a rather miserable day out. Ok, it wasnt miserable, just this nagging thing at the back of your head. And after that, went off to IKEA(again!) with Christina and Lily. I had to grab stuff for the Barn min. Thankfully I got their help:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-799533083877842858?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/799533083877842858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=799533083877842858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/799533083877842858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/799533083877842858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/over-last-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RZeSBDK3wyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AzdvtjrhlR0/s72-c/Picture%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-5784556565075636268</id><published>2006-12-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:42:33.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi...like 40 mins later I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; get to put up a post. Like how slow can blogger beta be??Wanted to blog before bathing but the whole thing was so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, after a long miserable wait of nearly a month, my results are finally out. So I can finally conclude my year's come to an end. I'm pretty with what I got=) It's the best of my 3 sucky uni years so I'm not complaining. For once, there's some changes in my grades. Wahahah, if you didn't know, I've been gettin the &lt;strong&gt;SAME&lt;/strong&gt; results for the 3 sems that I was here. Coincidence? I dunno. And don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually when I first saw my results, I was really pretty happy about it. Until I went to poke around in people's blog and realise that everyone else is equally happy about their results. So I guess mine isn't such a deal then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm happy because my mum is happy. *eyes get watery* It's been a long time since she's happy with what I got. *sniff sniff* And she said that it makes all the shopping over the past few days worthwhile. *awwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy, so time to look forward to the new year=) I'll update the stuffs on e past few days probably tmr or sth. Too tired to do so now. Haha, reason I am tired is coz, I slept at 2+ am yest and woke up at 8.30am. Reason I woke up so early is coz I dreamt that I failed 3 subjects. Ain't it great? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-5784556565075636268?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/5784556565075636268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=5784556565075636268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5784556565075636268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5784556565075636268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3661029747260447544</id><published>2006-12-24T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:24:52.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tis the season to be jolly..Falalalala Lalalala)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, so xmas is coming..not too sure what I'll be doin yet but at this rate I'm going, I think I'll just be eating and eating. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church had kid's musical today. Haha gosh Jabez was super duperbly cute. V animated and looked as though he was enjoying himself totally. Haha. Before the musical started, church was pretty crazy though. Everyone was everywhere, with quite a few new faces. And everyone was looking for everyone else to pass them their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just sooo have to say this: I can't believe it was a year ago that I spent Xmas in NYC! Can still pretty much remember how it was like. Being in the cold, staying in Marriot, going Times Square, squeezing with the crowd, visiting the nicely decorated malls. Sigh, I really have to say that this year's christmas wouldn't be as special. But oh well, nothing I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at YM, Bro Wai was talking about going into 2007, choosing the best over the good and so on. But, I don't wish to talk about 2007 just yet because 2006 isn't over for me yet. The best/worst has yet to come for me. Because...&lt;strong&gt;I haven't got back my results!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Sucks. So I don't really wish to think about anything else until after THE day. Can't believe the past 4 mths will all boil down to just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts~ from me to other people. Had a specific bunch of people I wanted to Thank so just made them a little sth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBDK3wqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MFmUwmRe6OI/s1600-h/21122006746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011987433805824674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBDK3wqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MFmUwmRe6OI/s320/21122006746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBjK3wrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2yzUhWhuHjg/s1600-h/21122006752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011987442395759282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBjK3wrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2yzUhWhuHjg/s320/21122006752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This was for the PL bunch. Small bowl of MnM's. Haha you guys know I'm into miniature la, hence the mini bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBjK3wsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OfjReM-TFSI/s1600-h/22122006753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011987442395759298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBjK3wsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OfjReM-TFSI/s320/22122006753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't believe I actually found the Butterfingers sweet in Sg&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBzK3wtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dttR9DEcOfY/s1600-h/23122006755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011987446690726610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBzK3wtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dttR9DEcOfY/s320/23122006755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Piggy=) for a pig lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBzK3wuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V2895bjXL3Q/s1600-h/23122006756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011987446690726626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBzK3wuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V2895bjXL3Q/s320/23122006756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it has many Percy babies in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4pRDK3wvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Cu8fsnZ89FU/s1600-h/23122006757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011988808195359474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4pRDK3wvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Cu8fsnZ89FU/s320/23122006757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No prizes for guessing who is this for. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4pRTK3wwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Cci82jngSCM/s1600-h/23122006760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011988812490326786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4pRTK3wwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Cci82jngSCM/s320/23122006760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A self-customised calendar. I'm determined to be more organised in the coming year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4pRTK3wxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eKVlhzUA-bk/s1600-h/23122006762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011988812490326802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4pRTK3wxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eKVlhzUA-bk/s320/23122006762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this...is sth I made for myself with the leftovers I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Still have people I haven't met..so the stuff are still lying ard in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I really wanna read this book by Mitch Albom-Tuesdays with Morrie. Am contemplating hard if I should get it from Amazon. He's the guy who wrote the book 5 people you meet in heaven as well as the new one called For One More Day. Seems like a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my dooms day is drawing nearer. So till then I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-3661029747260447544?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3661029747260447544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3661029747260447544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3661029747260447544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3661029747260447544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RY4oBDK3wqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MFmUwmRe6OI/s72-c/21122006746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-5783818180737943301</id><published>2006-12-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:04:35.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DCD photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqzPjK3wmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HWu-9mDYAAI/s1600-h/12122006710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011014615123346018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqzPjK3wmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HWu-9mDYAAI/s400/12122006710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was playing with the shutters in my room and I realised the sunlight was simply gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqyIDK3wiI/AAAAAAAAACU/oNaGigMiyFI/s1600-h/12122006711.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011013386762699298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqyIDK3wiI/AAAAAAAAACU/oNaGigMiyFI/s400/12122006711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently been having a fetish of taking photos with stupid facial expression. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqwZzK3wfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YP7IGsE7i1E/s1600-h/12122006713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011011492682121714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqwZzK3wfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YP7IGsE7i1E/s400/12122006713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't this pic beautiful??? See how the light fall on us? Lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqwZzK3wgI/AAAAAAAAACE/mVNLSo7iz28/s1600-h/12122006714.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011011492682121730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqwZzK3wgI/AAAAAAAAACE/mVNLSo7iz28/s400/12122006714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Grace's and Cheryl's turn. Think my photog skills suck. Light's a little too strong here. Pity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqwZzK3whI/AAAAAAAAACM/7JwIADton-M/s1600-h/12122006718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011011492682121746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqwZzK3whI/AAAAAAAAACM/7JwIADton-M/s400/12122006718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dream house in a far far away land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqyzTK3wjI/AAAAAAAAACc/E_y-B3HPt5s/s16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYq0UDK3wnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a_TCZggj9vY/s1600-h/15122006725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011015791944385138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYq0UDK3wnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a_TCZggj9vY/s400/15122006725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Birthday gals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYq0UTK3woI/AAAAAAAAADE/cmAJH_Eat1o/s1600-h/15122006727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011015796239352450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYq0UTK3woI/AAAAAAAAADE/cmAJH_Eat1o/s400/15122006727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Guess guess who is this?..It's not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYq0UTK3wpI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rm0zzsdvLF8/s1600-h/15122006728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011015796239352466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYq0UTK3wpI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rm0zzsdvLF8/s400/15122006728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tadah!=) She's that little girl, JoJo from church. Really cute and sometimes abit cheeky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So there, finally found the urge to upload photos from my phone to the comp. Hah. Anywayz, as scheduled, been going out everyday. Missing my much-needed afternoon nap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went vivo with my mum on mon. Wah, like finally. 3 months after their opening and still so many pple. Nth really much there, just like what other people told me. I got a top and a skirt though. Oh yea, I had dinner at Food Republic and the place was packed. Saw a table at one corner that was 6 seaters and only 1 lady sitting there. So I approached her to share the table. I asked if the other seats were taken. She looked up at me, smiled and said no. So I settled down with our stuff and my mum was like staring at that lady when she was getting to the table. Then, it dawned on me like 10 seconds later that that person was Ezann Lee. She's this Mediacorp artiste if you didn't know. Yep. My mum went to buy food while I waited at the table and I was like thinking if I should like acknowledge that I recognise her. But then decided not to. I mean so dumb right? What do I say? Like 10 mins later then say&lt;em&gt; 'Hey aren't you Ezann Lee?&lt;/em&gt;' So lame. So I pretended to play with my phone and look away. But from the corner of my eye kept seeing her look in my direction. I don't know if she was expecting me to know her or what but it was really weird. But she seems nice though, quite sweet looking and really tiny. As in like skinny AND short.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Spent some time with myself on Tuesday by going around getting xmas gifts. I mean I wasn't really looking for individual gifts for people but had to think about what to make for them. Got most of materials and was pretty happy about it. It's good just moving around by yourself you know. You go by your own pace and your own target. Only thing was, it was raining the whole day man. Had to keep opening and closing my umbrella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then on wed, met Cheryl and Grace to go to the new IKEA. Since I got most of my stuff on the prev day, it was more like checkin out the place for me. Abit inaccessible but the place was huge. Kinda lost inside there. And, what's new, tonnes of people and kids. Had lunch then was walking around looking at the stuff. The 3 of us walked out with only Grace getting wrapping paper. Hahaha. Later on went back to Tampines Mall to get sweets and I finally found a perfect gift for a friend, At an affordable price too! I think its my happiest buy coz its the gift that I had exactly in mind what I wanted it ot be like yet I can't find the right material. So, I'm realllyyyyy happy that I found it=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today, some changes in plans so I met up with Fel in the afternoon to get prezzies(again!). It's the last 21st prezzie of the year. For some people, no prizes for guessing whose is it. Ran some errands for myself too. Great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel pretty accomplished this week. Doing up gifts and so on. Yayy, will put up the pics after I've given out the things. I mean they are not like nice nice big gifts but just small lil things I made for certain people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And...with the leftover materials, I did sth for myself too. Though I just ruined part of it. Siannn. Will go fix it up tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And...I'm broke! Will go collect back the debts and yay~ lets start the new year with a clean slate. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Will still be going out alot next week, which means I'll still be spending alot. Sigh. &lt;strong&gt;Psst! If anyone needs tuition, lemme know! I dun charge v high=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Plus, Prison Break Season 2 going for mid season break.=( Will only return at end of Jan, so currently, I'm in a 'dry' season. Which also means, Weida can't possibly have all the epis!! It's not even shown in the US yet. I'll have to entertain myself with other stuff then. Bought this jigsaw puzzle set from NY last year. Haven't even open it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shall go do so now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-5783818180737943301?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/5783818180737943301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=5783818180737943301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5783818180737943301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5783818180737943301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/dcd-photos-was-playing-with-shutters-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RYqzPjK3wmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HWu-9mDYAAI/s72-c/12122006710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2908771732509229447</id><published>2006-12-17T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:30:31.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Intentionally, Consistently, Persistently Apostolic-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow wow wow, I'm back from camp. Since 2 days ago to be exact and I haven blogged in ages. Time's flying ain't it? To pick up from where I've left off...(haven't got time to upload photos yet, and I've go stuff to do, so this will be quite brief, but it doesn't do justice to the camp at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp's mindblowing. Healing, visions and testimonies. Seen it, heard it. I'm pretty much a skeptic so for me to drop my jaw is quite rare but what I heard during camp(from other people's testimonies and visions) just blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very lucky to have Bro and Sis Doughty as well as Rev Lee Stoneking to preach to us. Most, if not all of us, came back refreshed, renewed and all ready to look ahead into the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Will mentioned in one of the opening/closing of a sermon that some of us may have come with a heavy heart but we are not leaving with one. Which is sth I quite agree. If it didn't show before, I was a lil reluctant to leave for camp. Kinda like got happy and comfy with where I was at home, and just didn't feel like I'm up for any changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp started off a little shaky for me but as days past, got a little better I guess. 7 great preachings complete with altar call and worship(sounds like I'm selling a package of something. haha). Like what Brenda says, full consecration during the 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go up to KL, but chose to stay in the hotel the full 4 days. I mean there's nothing much in KL anywayz. So we either fellowshipped or slept in the afternoon. Much needed rest. There was like this terrible flu bug going around and alot of youths got sick. Including me. Had like sore throat on the 2nd morning that I snoozed my alarm from 545 to 630 -_-" Then came the nose dripping and block and I was like there praying my sore throat will turn into cough asap. Which it did on the next day. Haha. Had a fever coming up initially but thank God it didn't appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In camp, it's like we spend 50% of the day eating. So scary can. Morning manna then breakfast then morn svc then lunch then nap then dinner then night service. There was this 1 night my room called from room service also. Can you imagine??? And there was like an overkill of bread pudding. Haha. And I seriously do not believe that we worshipped our fats away. However, I did come back with terribly aching calfes though. Which make sense...acc. to Grace. Coz each service has like about 2 worships. So imagine like 'exercising' 14 times hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Cheryl's birthday on the last nite too when everyone stayed up to rot around. It was a half-classic surprise because things didn't really go as planned but it was cool though. =) I got video! Scandalous. Haha. So yea, coz I was rooming with Cheryl, my room was like packed when 20+ people squeezed in. Too bad we had to break up the party coz other hotel guests complained we made too much noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, there were 4 baptisms. Jesse, Jabez and Jojo..3 lil kids. It was superbly cute and absolutely touching. You know, it's like watching these kids that shows you there's really something to believe in. Because kids don't lie. And the way they worshipped, awesome. The way they prayed, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that marks my first DCD for me. And now it's time to look ahead into the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random(and current) updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my Dec is packed! Suddenly leh! All the outing confirmation just came in today. Wahahah so yea I'm pretty much booked. Sooo many people to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hams gave birth to 5 babies. Not v sure if 1 was eaten anot but I came back from camp to find a very 'swollen' mummy. And she popped on Saturday. Haha. Was missing them terribly in camp man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I came home from camp with a pretty big envelop from my co. Thought they wanted to fire me or sth. But no. They sent an xmas card! Along with some Taka voucher=) Yayyyyy! Coincidentally, this coincides tithing/faith promise amount. Interestingggggg. Which reminds me about sth I pledged during camp. That one ah, I'm leaving it to God. Don't tihnk I'm able to do it by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez...I desperately need to go rack my brain for gift ideas already. Desperately!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2908771732509229447?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2908771732509229447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2908771732509229447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2908771732509229447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2908771732509229447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/intentionally-consistently-persistently.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-1878165608636337113</id><published>2006-12-09T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:09:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone for the week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightz, I should be off to M'sia on Monday(I assume morning) but I haven't and have no urge to pack yet. Anyway I don't even have the itinerary for the trip yet. Kinda sian coz I hate things last minute. Just thinking about the toiletries I have to pack puts me off big time already. Facial wash, shampoo, contact lens solution..all the big bottles of stuff. . .Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So my parents are back and soon its my turn to go off. Did get somethings done this week though. And I'm pretty happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Packed my notes. OMG...you should see the amount of notes I have this sem. I have no space to keep them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXqS1eUVtQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q-VOueywk4I/s1600-h/07122006697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006475383144822018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXqS1eUVtQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q-VOueywk4I/s320/07122006697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXqTpuUVtSI/AAAAAAAAABA/duGjxO8cSyo/s1600-h/07122006699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006476280792986914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXqTpuUVtSI/AAAAAAAAABA/duGjxO8cSyo/s320/07122006699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cleaned up my past 2 years worth of notes too coz they were literally collecting dust. My..how many trees have I killed?? And how many more will I kill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Cleaned my hams. Now that I'm done with exams, have time to bother about them again. They looked happy with their fresh sawdust, so yayy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which reminds me of a story I have to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got these hams from my aunt's neighbour. Apparently, her youngest daughter got bored of them after the mum gave birth so they gave it away. Heard that the house have birds, guinea pigs, rabbits etc. Basically, you name it, they should have it. Family's pretty well too do and the youngest daughter is so obviously pampered to the core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Age gap btwn the youngest daughter and her bro is pretty big I think that's why the mum treats this girl like a gem. (Hmm...wonder why I didn't get the preferential treatment from my mum. Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my mum just told me that the mum bought another 2 hams again. (!!!) Seems like its some rare breed or sth coz each costs liek $38. Think the daughter wanted new pets. Hmm. And! Apparently, that mum checked out with my aunt first to make sure that &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; would wanna take those hams when the daughter gets tired of it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like huh!! Do you know that when I got the hams from them, they came along with the cage that apparently costs $150?? And now the mum happily goes along to buy another 2 hams with new cage only to be prepared to give them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the SPCA ads must have been non-existant to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I so do not agree with the way the mum is treating the daughter. I mean like what kinda values are you trying to instill in her?? That there will always be someone to clean up your trash?? And we are talking about living things here. Keeping pets is suppose to teach to have responsiblity and learn how to love. Obviously not seen here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh. Feel sorry for the animals. So yea, probably in 3 mths time I'm getting new pets again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Rebonded and cut my hair. My hair was like hay for horses to eat. And I was dropping so much hair I was really freaked out. Think it was too heavy or sth. Terrible so I chopped off the ends and gave the rest a new start. Sat for 3.5 hours for the whole process and my butt and back ached after that. End result is pretty ok. Gotta wait for my hair to grow back abit so it wouldn't look so flat. But yayy, I love straight hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Met with the 5 PL peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXqXjuUVtTI/AAAAAAAAABI/TUwK0vE1qrI/s1600-h/08122006704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006480575760282930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXqXjuUVtTI/AAAAAAAAABI/TUwK0vE1qrI/s400/08122006704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ya I know how terribly flat my hair is here. This is just 1 hr after I rebonded. Anyway, happy to see the rest of the gals.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. My driving license is here. So fast huh?? They said within 2 weeks, but it came within 5 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, gonna meet with JY and Denise tmr. Haha, will prob be back at night for some speed packing. Till next week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-1878165608636337113?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/1878165608636337113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=1878165608636337113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1878165608636337113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1878165608636337113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/gone-for-week-rightz-i-should-be-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXqS1eUVtQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q-VOueywk4I/s72-c/07122006697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2514637186409438053</id><published>2006-12-07T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:14:00.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's thursday already. SO fast! Not that I mind exactly. Kinda looking forward to my parents coming back haha. Afterall, Genting isn't the safest place you can be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been drowning myself in CSI, MNIE and Prison Break these days. Esp PB. Man, it feels so good to just watch episode after episode without any guilt. To quote Preeti, I'm hooked on the show! Super exciting and you can hardly expect what's gonna happen next. Plan to finish up season 1 before going off to DCD so I can set my mind at ease. Haha. If I could, I'd probably bring my laptop along to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I was dragged around by Fel to look for some boots yesterday. I realise I'm always dragged around by people to buy shoes with...Joy, Fel...and so on. So we walked around the whole night to find some nice boots but nayyyyy nth caught her eye. My poor feet tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks was giving away free coffee today from 5-7pm. Wanted to go get it but I didnt. SOmehow , this reminds me of 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I'll blog again soon where there's some exciting things happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2514637186409438053?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2514637186409438053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2514637186409438053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2514637186409438053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2514637186409438053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-thursday-already.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-4262434230700809068</id><published>2006-12-05T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:07:47.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have to put this up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I passed my driving yesterday, decided to write in to SSDC to thank some of the instructors who taught me during the course. Here's what I wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope I got this email to the right place. Not too sure if this is where I should be emailing to thank my instructors. But I just passed my driving today so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say a big Thank You to some of the instructors who have taught me during the course. Without them, it would have been impossible for me to pass on the first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Velou - My first driving instructor. He was very patient with me right from the beginning and helped me build confidence in my driving. I was very lucky to have him as my instructor for a few times and really enjoyed having him coach me=) Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Simon Ching - 'Where you see, is where you go'  =) Thanks for all the 'naggings' during the training sessions. It helps me to be aware of my mistakes and correct them. I have learnt alot from him and all his advice will go a long way for me. He has been very encouraging when he was teaching me and I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Siva - I had him as my instructor on my last revision lesson before the test. Appreciate him helping me to calm down the day before the test. Really funny guy. Thank you for correcting all my mistakes and the encouragement that you gave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you everyone for making my learning journey a fun and memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, kinda odd. But in any case, somebody replied me and said they'll convey the msg to them. Yayy, I'm v glad about it. In fact, 2 of them replied me to say that the msg will be passed on. So...if anyone wans to take up driving in SSDC and intend to take up a fixed instructor, I strongly reccomend those few, esp the first 2. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-4262434230700809068?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/4262434230700809068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=4262434230700809068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4262434230700809068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/4262434230700809068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-to-put-this-up.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-5960099659484910789</id><published>2006-12-05T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:59:39.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alrighty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...seems like this IS the official start to the holidays. So lemme ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been forced to wake up early the past few days coz of driving, church and driving. Like give me a break. I just finished exams and I wanted to make up for my beauty sleep. Anyway, now I can. Think I'm a pretty healthy sleeper, waking up at 8+ 9+ everyday instead of staying in bed till noon. I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my parents are off to Genting for the next 4 days. Sigh, I just wished that they had chosen a better place to go. I would have gone with them. It's been like 9 yrs since our family went on a holiday together? Darn long time. Now tt my dad is officially retired, I'm going to make sure we have a good holiday next year June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and I'm left to live and die on my own for the next couple of days. But nay, I'll be fine. Will be meeting up a couple of people and hopefully I wldn't be working( as much as I want the money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just packing up the stuff in my comp. All the notes, tuts, pracs I accumulated over the past semester. Wah, 6 full prac reports at least. Say if I put in about 6 hrs each(which is quite an underestimation), thats like about 36 hours man. Wow. Sem by sem, we whine about not getting through the reports. Yet, sem by sem, we do. I'll need to pack up my sem's notes later, though it's already partially done. And also, the past 2 years worth of notes. Seriously, my shelf only has space left for this sem's notes. I don't know what's gonna happen for the next 1 year or so man. And the thought of moving house jus freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I'll start my school year on the 8th of Jan. That's a first for me. I just wished that NTU had more brains to have done that last year. Then, I wouldn't have to rush back to Sg on the 28th and will be able to spend NY elsewhere. Pity pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, and I bought a dress on ebay during exams. Heh. It's from Topshop. A special range by Laura Lees. Pretty unique dress to me and I love it. Jus bit bit big so I need to make a little alteration. I thought UK 10 was my size leh. But no regrets. Her designs are v interesting. A lil vintage yet there's a gothic touch to it=) Queer but I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXTB9h_DQbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1HORQth9-I/s1600-h/lauras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004838348754469298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXTB9h_DQbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1HORQth9-I/s400/lauras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A v unflattering shot of the dress. Once I get it altered I'll wear it out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And here's a photo taken from Preet's bday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXTCrx_DQcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q2WrMTrkz_E/s1600-h/25112006659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004839143323419074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXTCrx_DQcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q2WrMTrkz_E/s400/25112006659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She treated us to buffet at River Tandoor Restaurant. Not v sure if is south or north indian food. Haha but I like the saffron rice and this cauliflower cum beans curry thing. In 'return', we bought her this damn nice VS shoes that she wanted. Next year I want a dress from VS for my bday. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then last Sat was Manda's bday. No photos yet coz she hasnt sent us any. We were rushing to get her a present at the v last min so we ended up pretty late. But we left pretty late too. If I didn't have to get up early the next day, wouldn't mind staying longer for the cake or what nots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In any case, I think I'm quite done with all these 21st thingy. Don't suppose any1 I know will be throwing a party. There's been an influx of bday parties since Oct. I've attended about 6 with a span of 2 months. Haha wow. All these year end babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, think that's about it for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-5960099659484910789?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/5960099659484910789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=5960099659484910789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5960099659484910789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/5960099659484910789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YQ1MHvwiffQ/RXTB9h_DQbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b1HORQth9-I/s72-c/lauras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-1425899534195948044</id><published>2006-12-04T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:37:51.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I PASSED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy-ness! Hahaha. I passed I passed  I passed I passed I passed I passed  I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed I passed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passed my driving test.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha that freaking thing that cost me around $2000 bucks. Yeayy. SO freaking happy that I passed! On the first time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty lucky too. Got a rather chin chye tester. He told me he's in the line for 30 years already. Way b4 I was even born. Thank God he talked to me during the test. I hate sittin in a car with someone I dunno and dun talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to arrive(so wat is new right). Signed in and the 1st to go for warm up. It went pretty smooth. I wasn't anxious or anything. Just worrying that later during the test I will start to panick. Since I was the 1st to start, I was the 1st to finish warm up so my car was parked at the 1st lot. Good! Then I dun hav to worry abt cars in frt of me suddenly coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to ballot for my test route and the guy IC of the balloting was like trying to calm us down. I still wasn't v freaked out. And yes, thank god I didn't get the tougher test route. And it turns out tt the IC was gonna be my tester! Phew!! He seems nice, and he is. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to start the test though coz the IC was settling some stuff. Circuit was alright. Abit off on some stuff but hell, I didn't knock down any poles so who cares. My directional change wasn't straight and my vertical parking was a little to the right. But he also close one eye. Lucky for me man! And he was telling me to relax and don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on the road, and he gave instructions like very early so I got abit lost about where I was suppose to U-turn. But it was alright. The U-turn was easy peasy coz it was a wide turn. Won't be too difficult to turn into the lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then guess what. He ask me &lt;em&gt;'Wanna cut short anot?&lt;/em&gt;' I was stunned. Haha like since when was it up to me?? So he said if take the full route more likely to make mistakes so I was like Ok loh. Damn lucky can!!! If I had done the full route I wld need to make a big round to go back school. And tt stretch of road is always damn difficult to change lane 1 esp during heavy traffic. My God, I was so super grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to school, he was like nagging about me not looking at my rearview mirror. I got loh -.- maybe not enough. And it started drizzling like in the middle of the test. Nice. Was thinking if I shld turn on the wiper coz I dun really know how to operate. I was scared I turn to the fast one and the thing will be swiping like no one's business. Hheheheeh. Again, lucky the 1st time I click and it was the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back and he gave me my result in the car. Wahahahahah!!! 8 demerit points. Damn freaking happy. He only deducted point about my mirror, delay in moving off and 1 other thing. Tats it loh!!! Hehehehe. I always get nagged about for not checking my blind spot. But it was ok today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyyy!!!!! So damn happy about it!!! 1st timer=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, somebody should just buy me a car and everything will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: Oh right, I specially went to buy a pair of covered toe flats for the test. My 20 bucks is so not wasted. Heehee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-1425899534195948044?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/1425899534195948044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=1425899534195948044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1425899534195948044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1425899534195948044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-passed-yayy-ness-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-338900068788960401</id><published>2006-12-03T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:29:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B R O K E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a really sad state now. I'm broke!!! After paying up for camp which dug up a big hole in my pocket, plus the amount that I'll be putting into my hair, I'm gonna be a sad sad gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a hell lot of people still owe me a hell lot of money. I will slowly go hunt this people down. Hopefully it'll make my account look better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz so it seems like I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; going for camp. I understand that some people are looking forward to this holiday. I'm glad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason why I should be turning down a holiday in Msia with my parents, but choose to go for a church camp that is coincidentally in Msia. Really. So obviously one party ain't too happy about it. But I vow this will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get pic from Denise, Preet, Manda. All the belated bdays pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-338900068788960401?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/338900068788960401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=338900068788960401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/338900068788960401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/338900068788960401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/b-r-o-k-e-im-in-really-sad-state-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-7241988958779879606</id><published>2006-12-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:02:32.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The End of the Semester.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually 21 minutes late for this post. Sem officially ended at 730pm 30/11/06, its already 01/12/06 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable that the sem has ended. It's unbelievable how indifferent I feel. Indifferent about the end of exams that is. Don't really wish for this year to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It's like we've spent the past 2 weeks cramming and cramming things in and now that it's over, I feel abit lost. Not that I wanna go on cramming, but I don't now. Like a heavy load that was there. And now, woosh, it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, about the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;301 Neurobiology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't much of a shocker in the sense that the standard was pretty much the same as the previous years. So there was nothing much I want to complain about. Or maybe, coz I did the paper like 1/2 a month ago, I forgot about what I want to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;302 Research Seminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another not-so-shocking paper. It was probably partly a giveaway because the research paper that we were expected to read revolved around the topic that we've been discussing about the past semester. It was pretty much the same as the previous year paper so I did not really die of heart attack or anything. The rest is just up to how good my language is, which is not very fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;306 Developmental Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've whined about this before. I still can't get over the fact that 1/4 of the paper went to some thinking qn thing. Alot of us were left wondering if what we interpreted was correct and I guess we'll never know. Another chunk went to some true/false crap that was based on statistical facts that I don't remember coming across before. I also wanna kick myself for not writing in some stuff that I know I should have written in. 15 marks essay. Like God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;309 Human Genetics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly disappointed!!!! Why, Prof Chen?? Why?? Why set such a disgusting technical paper?? I was banging on the diseases crap but turns out to be not really helpful. Previous years paper I could at least attempt 4 essay qns and confident that I know certain main points. But come my year?? I felt so lost at every qn. Whyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Prof, sucky paper. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;305 Plant Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benign bugger -_- Fel called him benign last time cause he appeared to be a pretty mild guy. But damn! He must have metastasize recently! Plant paper suckssss. It was interesting observing peoples reaction when our papers were being collected. The murmurs. The throw-hands-in-the-air action. The 'wah laus'. I don't know why he was harping on evolution and more evolution in his paper when it's suppose to be about plants. Oh, and I went for this exam without studying 1 chapter, not very reassuring. So I had 1 less qn I could attempt. 20 marks essay each and I didn't really have alot to write. Not reassuring too! I feel that I didn't have enough stuff in my answers. And the hall was freezing our asses off coz it was raining so heavily outside. I believe my frozen hand was gripping the pen so tight that my knuckles hurt after the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;308 Cancer Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This takes the crown. Seriously, like W A T T H E F I S H. I wonder why I even went for the paper. Should have just rolled off the stairs or something. It's very weird. I feel that I write too much for a 5m qn and too little for a 15m qn. One of the most tedious paper cause it was continuous writing and writing. This was the only paper for this exam that I was panicking coz I thought I wldn't have enough time. If life can get anymore demoralising that this, I should just go drown in a pond. And I'm afraid that I have gone off track writing loads of rubbish but not hitting the main point. And for some qn, it's like I'm just smoking my way through. My God, what misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my my and over this period of pre-exam mugging, during-exam mugging, I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Managed to stay offline from MSN and not have the urge to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Started to love keeping my phone in silent mode 24/7 coz everytime it rings, I jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Become addicted to to watching shows like CSI and MNIE(go figure what's this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Developed a habit of watching CSI while eating lunch. Not a v good ocmbi for my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Managed to make do with about 6 hrs of sleep(though its not really a big deal as compared to others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gotten addicted to coffee. Sigh, the price you pay for giving up your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the 1st point. I remember Bro Wai pointing this out to me before and I'm proud to say, I've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having end my paper at 730pm, leaving the examination hall at only 745pm and reaching Boon Lay interchange at like 810pm, I finally managed to get dinner at 900pm. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fel went New York New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1656/920/1600/468792/30112006680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1656/920/400/737454/30112006680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like few other people had the similar idea of going City Hall too. We saw our 3 other friends there-Jac, Dawn and Candice. Collectively, they are called Jawndice. Wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawndice wanted to eat at some pizza place at Raffles Place while we wanted to go NYNY since I'm not a pizza fan. Then later the trio hopped over to NYNY to find us and we moved off to Esplanade. Were planning to go Max Brenner but we were 5mins too late. So had no choice but to go Haagen instead. It was quite pathetic. There were like 5 of us there but we were conviniently ignored. Got our seats 5mins later. And ordered our food like 5 mins later later. We wanted the fondue set for 4. But they didn't have it!! Would have been a nice way to end off the sem with that but nay. So we ordered 2 different set of things, some berry icecream and this 3 scoops of chocolate ice cream thingy and shared. Turns out to be just nice for 5 people since we weren't too hungry to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayz. And home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;This hols, I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go Vivocity.(it's pathetic, even Preet has gone. But I dun really wanna squish with the crowd either, so prob wait till the 1st wk of Jan)&lt;br /&gt;2. Do facial.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tidy up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;4. Thread face.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go shopping with mum.&lt;br /&gt;6. Use up my Zara voucher.&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet the PL bunch. All 5 of you please!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Meet the AJ bunch. All 5 of you too!! (Dunch any of you dare scoot off to Tioman or wat not without warning.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Meet the 3 Cornellians. Hopefully Jowyn will be back so we can celebrate her bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my very minimal list. Minimalist? Minimal list? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right and prob get back to work to earn some money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrighty, now that I can go watch my shows in peace, I should.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CSI party time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-7241988958779879606?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/7241988958779879606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=7241988958779879606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7241988958779879606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/7241988958779879606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-of-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2005157056193106368</id><published>2006-11-28T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:11:56.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 more...2 more...2 more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea 2 more papers to go but actually I am not like excited the exams are coming to an end. Why? I don't know but I think exams give me an excuse to like stay home and stay away. Not that I'm a big time mugger or wat. I'm not. But I'm also not in the mood to go anywhere either. It's like once exams come to an end, I'll have social obligations with no excuse to reject them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry man, I sound like a locked up nut. And I don't really care. All I want is an endless supply of CSI and My Name is Earl to watch. Anything else doesn't really matter. I'm not looking forward to getting away from Singapore too. Unless I'm going places that I've always wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's like I just want to be left alone to rot and die at home. Which, in a way I'll be. My parents are going away to Msia nxt week. So yea, freedom? I know there's people who make full use of this 'freedom' to stay out wayyyy late. I'm not interested. The best thing that can happen to me next week is watching my shows without worries. No need to worry about time wasted, time put to better use etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I shall be off to finish up the last bits of this exams. And then yea, it'll be over. Like whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2005157056193106368?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2005157056193106368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2005157056193106368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2005157056193106368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2005157056193106368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-more.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2605966179007284204</id><published>2006-11-27T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:14:13.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Groban - My December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Ew-kk5Xt4Ps' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Ew-kk5Xt4Ps'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where is My December?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2605966179007284204?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2605966179007284204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2605966179007284204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2605966179007284204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2605966179007284204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/josh-groban-my-december_27.html' title='Josh Groban - My December'/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-2375217537083101558</id><published>2006-11-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:05:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retarded blogger beta. Always asking me to sign in. Can't they just be like the old version and keep me signed in all the time? And why the heck did they link it up with Google??? It's totally useless anyway. So out of the blue, I have a google account that is totally of no use in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, I must have been so pissed in the prev post that I made so many grammatical errors. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my plant and cancer are driving me nuts. I didn't touch the notes for 2 weeks coz I had to mug for other papers. And now that I'm back to them, I can't remember a single crap. I mean I'm suppose to be &lt;em&gt;revising&lt;/em&gt; the notes but its like I'm &lt;em&gt;mugging&lt;/em&gt; all over again. MAN, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ittttttt. Why do I have such short term memory???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-2375217537083101558?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/2375217537083101558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=2375217537083101558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2375217537083101558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/2375217537083101558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/retarded-blogger-beta.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-6141329172139948993</id><published>2006-11-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:11:05.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm irritated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated with the lousy papers I had to sit through for the past 2 days. I don't understand why is it that the previous papers seemed easier than what we got. And why do they test us obscure stuff when it's not really the main point?? And why give us so much to memorise if they aren't gonna test everything. Like HEY, I spent my bloody time memorising the clinical features and all and how the diseases mech work. But the things that I didn't really look through just come out. As essays qns somemore. And the things which I deemed was more essential came out in the MCQ. Ya, like *clap clap* And some people insist on setting unspecific thinking questions, which to make our minds run wild during the paper thinking which ans we should choose coz there's so many possibilties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A N D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also damn irritated with stupid bums who can't hand in their reports on time. Ok they are not stupid, just bad time management. If I can finish I don't see why anyone else can't. Come on k, I have as much stuff to study as anyone else. What lame excuse do they have for not finishing? And guess what, my report is like wayyyyy longer than other peoples cos I didn't know &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Prof&lt;/strong&gt; only wanted a 2-5 page report. So YOU don't tell me you can't finish. And if you can't finish, then thats just too bad k. &lt;strong&gt;Forgo your 30% CA la!&lt;/strong&gt; Since you can't afford the time to do it. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Prof&lt;/strong&gt; should just have the guts to ignore the late reports. They love to sieve out smart students rite?? Then they should sieve out the hardworking ones too. Not to mention, 1/2 the cohort did the experiment 1 week earlier than the rest, yet the deadline was the same. Which means, people like me, had 1 week less than others to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid stupid. Bah! I'm out of this place to grow some chlorophyll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-6141329172139948993?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/6141329172139948993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=6141329172139948993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6141329172139948993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/6141329172139948993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3308186057304931907</id><published>2006-11-20T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:21:18.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1656/920/1600/703061/You%20Raise%20Me%20Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1656/920/400/478197/You%20Raise%20Me%20Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just kinda hit me that the lyrics of this song is really really beautiful. So decided to do up this pic(gives me an excuse to take a break too. Heh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe it. I've been listening to this song gazillion times but never really took note of the words except the chorus. It's a huge pity that JG never sang the second verse. Anyway, out of the blue I decided to search the lyrics. Read it and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) Back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-3308186057304931907?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3308186057304931907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3308186057304931907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3308186057304931907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3308186057304931907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-just-kinda-hit-me-that-lyrics-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-3078285547363432535</id><published>2006-11-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:53:06.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To everyone using blogspot, I urge you &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to change you account to Blogger beta coz it freaking sucks. And trust me when I say it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been a few days...of erm slacking around, sleeping, moping and bit bit of mugging. Sigh, seems to have lost some of my motivation. And I've only finished my first paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;strong&gt;Bro Wai&lt;/strong&gt; asked me how my exams were and I happily told him that I have 5 papers left only. And he was like &lt;em&gt;'Hao xiang mei hai mei you kao jiang leh'&lt;/em&gt; (Like you haven even started exams yet) Haha, I know...I know. For all those who have finished your exams, pls don't rub it in. Haha. Touchy issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side track a little, I realised someone's been searching for blogs/blog posts on Bro Wai. I don't think there are alot of Bro Wai's who are in church la hor? So I'd think that person is looking for ours. And that person stumbled upon my blog and perhaps a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say that internet is an open-to-all thing la huh. Whatever you don't want people to know, then DON'T blog about it. Some how or other, people will be able to find it. It's a matter of how smart, sharp and PI-ish they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why I &lt;em&gt;'found'&lt;/em&gt; some stuff that wasn't meant for me to read. It was shocking, to say the least. But it's really not much of my business, so I'll leave it as that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, &lt;strong&gt;Christina&lt;/strong&gt; said she's been praying for me to ace my exams. Haha, thanks gurl, that was really sweet of you=) We'll see how this sem goes ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HaP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BiRt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;HdAy &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ting&lt;/span&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/7538296-3078285547363432535?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/3078285547363432535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=3078285547363432535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3078285547363432535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/3078285547363432535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-everyone-using-blogspot-i-urge-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-1888299481476817281</id><published>2006-11-16T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T14:43:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stupid &lt;/span&gt;blogger. Did up a proper post yesterday only to go missing. Waste of my darn time. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 down FIVE more to go. Sheesh. Today's paper was a little disappointing. There's some stuff I just flipped through becuase I thought no one in the world would ask. And guess what man. &lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;asked. Ok maybe it wasn't&lt;em&gt; him&lt;/em&gt; but the Prof who taught that lec. Still!!! The point is Im pissed with myself for not knowing the things I should know. I mean I flipped through that dumb slide like so many times and always thought that it wasn't important. Like damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;strong&gt;misread&lt;/strong&gt; a question. Which I didn't realise until like way later. It's really silly and cost me 5 marks. BIG DEAL K! Not as if I didn't know my stuff loh. I just misread it. Misread misread misread. My stupid little brain did not register the word 'receptor'. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhh anyway that's over and done with. And we can officially throw our brains away already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, a rather English-based paper. Pros: Nothing much to study. Cons: My writing skills suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, till I'm bored again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-1888299481476817281?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/1888299481476817281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=1888299481476817281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1888299481476817281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/1888299481476817281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116332499449308229</id><published>2006-11-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:21.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As Josh Groban sings it: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'And as the hours run away... ...It's now or never'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, how apt. I better stay focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, don't you all think that JG has nice voice? I love it. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/joshie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/joshie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/joshie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116332499449308229?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116332499449308229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116332499449308229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116332499449308229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116332499449308229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-josh-groban-sings-it-and-as-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116326302194518982</id><published>2006-11-12T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what I don't know. I don't know what I know. But I know that people out there know what they know and know what I don't even know I need to know. And it makes me feel more screwed than ever. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 more days before my first paper. Even though I have done some stuff, I feel that I haven't done enough and I don't feel like I know anything. And there are stuff that I haven't even touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep. As in a proper sleep. Sleep where I don't have to worry about waking up an hour too late, where I don't wake up feeling even more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more report to go. It's driving me nuts though. With so many possible contradicting conclusions. Tell me which 1 is right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back's aching, my neck's aching. I want to lie on my bed, but it's not the time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, 1 episode of CSI and it's back to the proper stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116326302194518982?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116326302194518982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116326302194518982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116326302194518982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116326302194518982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-what-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116307037931719633</id><published>2006-11-09T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:21.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;stupid. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116307037931719633?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116307037931719633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116307037931719633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116307037931719633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116307037931719633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-freaking-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116305910739491441</id><published>2006-11-09T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:20.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pinky and the Brain - Brainstem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/m7HnKBjz1B4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this isn't the most original post. I saw this on 1 of my school mate's webby and decided to put it on mine too. For all who are in the same disaster as me, may this video make neuro slightly more bearable for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess what. There's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GERMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; version to this, I'm sure Mr. Prof will love it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the brain! Brainstem! Brainstem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116305910739491441?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116305910739491441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116305910739491441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116305910739491441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116305910739491441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/pinky-and-brain-brainstem-ok-this-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116279769611506909</id><published>2006-11-06T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:20.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/30102006591-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/30102006591-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My lovely daddy hams. I really love this shot. It's like lazily looking at me and asking 'Watcha looking at?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/04112006606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/04112006606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us at Caren's party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/05112006607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/05112006607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The roses my dad gave my mum=) So sweet eh? Her bday yesterday. He bought her Isqueeze too! My God...I shall give my mum a treat after exams. Belated prez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/28102006589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/28102006589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At shel's bday. (Er, so far it's only Denise's bday fotos that I have yet to upload coz it's in my cam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/26102006583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/26102006583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My and fel, slacking ard in school. As usual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are so different from a year ago. You wonder how things can change so drastically yet so gradually. Four gone. If it didn't matter, I wouldn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last week of school, yet the busiest. I recieved the best exam tip of the year, from our dearest sucky Prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Just read through everything.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, can it get anymore obvious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116279769611506909?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116279769611506909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116279769611506909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116279769611506909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116279769611506909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-my-lovely-daddy-hams.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116230929722621355</id><published>2006-10-31T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:20.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's one of the very rare times I actually put up multiple posts in a day. Esp during such crucial period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just read Jing Yin's blog and it triggered me off to put this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week, I was struggling with a 3 day lab. It was led by one of the suckiest Prof this sem. He shall not be named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the 3 days, the amount of sacarsm he spat on us was...unbearable. Maybe it was just my group, maybe its just me. Or maybe, it's simply just HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way he makes you feel so stupid, like you are the dumbest ass alive, and you feel as it you don't even know why you are existing on earth. It's like your sole purpose in life is to tell him you are stupid. It's freaking demoralising after he talks to you. And that's what we certainly don't need now, esp when we are trying to cram a shitload of neuro facts in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayz, on the 2nd day of lab, we had to determine whether the cancer cells in our culture were stuck to the wells or floating. Suppose to see under the microscope to tell. Basically, we weren't sure what we saw, coz everything looks the same. And we went to consult him.(I mean why else is he walking around in the lab for right??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were explaining to him what we thought we observed and what we should observe. And he has this silliest grin/smirk on his face as though his is thinking &lt;em&gt;' Why are these idiots in front of me?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this long pause after we're done talking. I don't know if he needs time to process our english, or process the level of our stupidity. But that silence so very awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said, &lt;em&gt;'If you were in ze pool, your mozher can tell if you are swimming or sitting.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mozher=mother in his whatever accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us quite awhile to register what he was talking about because his analogies suck. And I'm like thinking, please, I have no wish to mother cancer cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he already knows we are stupid, can't he just tell us the answer straight instead of letting us fry our little brains??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. Why am I subjecting myself to such misery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116230929722621355?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116230929722621355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116230929722621355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116230929722621355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116230929722621355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-one-of-very-rare-times-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116229578171061839</id><published>2006-10-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:20.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Human Genetics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; module has officially come to an end. Boohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prof Chen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116229578171061839?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116229578171061839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116229578171061839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116229578171061839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116229578171061839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-human-genetics-module-has.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116213770329101214</id><published>2006-10-29T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:18.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's funny how life is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: I don't know if the person/people mentioned actually reads my blog but I am just putting down what I truly feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am kinda bored doing my work so might as well let my thoughts run abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Shelby's 21st on Sat. She held it at Downtown East, a little like what me and Fel had. Frankly speaking, I was rather surprised(read: not shocked) when she invited me. I don't know if she did it out of courtesy, expecting that I'll say no or what. In any case, I readily agreed. Because we were afterall close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the tense. Were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember what happened actually. How we drifted apart so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just go back a little first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, her and Mel were like stuck together since Sec 1, and we moved on to Sec 2,3 and 4 tgt. Even though I got to know a new clique of people(Preet, Gek, Amanda, Joy), the 3 of us still maintained a close friendship. All the way until Mel left for US(I think), then it was just me and Shelby. But when we were still in JC, and when Mel had her hols and stopped over in Sg, we never failed to meet up. I remember we even went to Mel's house once, for whatever reason. And that was in 2004 June/July or sth. Then when Mel didn't come back, me and Shelby still kept in touch pretty much, through SMS, church and I suppose MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably until I left PLMC for TJ did we start to drift apart a little. Afterall, we weren't meeting every week anymore and I know Shelby(and later Mel) didn't see eye to eye with me on some spiritual stuff. And it's like at that point of time, when you just start knowing and believing things, you just keep thinking about how right you are, and you want to prove to people that you are right. But people's mindset don't change in 24hrs. I remember me and Shel actually had this arguement over MSN on some church/God stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Grace actually remembers, we were both in hostel and I was kinda like roping her in to help me rebut Shel. And after that we just skipped over this kinda topic. Mel actually said sth like me being in church and an enthusiastic christian actually scares her and makes her feel guilty about the way she's doubting her religion. So there was like this 'separation' thing among us, whether it was said outright anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this went on for awhile and I can't really remembered what happened from Dec2004-April2005. I just know that somewhere like 2 mths before I left for Cornell, me and Shel met up for dinner. Something like a farewell. Things were still pretty alright then I guess. And that's the last thing I recorded in my blog/MSN/email. Somehow, we didn't meet up just before I left, which was partly my fault. Neither did she reply my emails I mass-sent to update people. So everything just died off there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the blue I saw her on the train like 6 mths ago when I was going home. Funny thing was, before that(I dunno how long, probably a month of sth) Grace actually said I should try contacting Shelby instead of letting the friendship just fade away like that. But I never did. And then we met. Kinda awkward because you don't really know how or what to update each other. It's been like months, and you don't exactly tell a perosn you haven met for so long, every single juicy bit of details in your life right? Then after that, neither of us made the effort to contact again. Other than the fact that we see each other pop online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so why am I saying all these? I don't know either. But yesterday at her birthday, I just felt like one of the people who's there to make up the numbers. It's not that she wasn't a great host, it's more like how things have been and will be. It's funny to see that her JC mates are the ones helping her do up everything and being there for her. And for me who has known her for 12 years, I just felt nothing more than an outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's just how life brings you in different directions. If I had never gone to TJ, I would still probably be in PLMC, probably still be close to Shelby and never got to know Grace better. Would never have met who ever I've met in church. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people will think that its such a pity to lose a friend and yadida. I'm not saying its not a pity but you can't have everything in life. I am very sure and I know that some of us have drifted apart from our friends because we chose somethings that are deemed more important than the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie to yourself people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 1/2 the population of people who reads my blog, and on fire for God, will you not choose Him over your friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116213770329101214?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116213770329101214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116213770329101214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116213770329101214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116213770329101214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-funny-how-life-is-disclaimer-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116167484016686988</id><published>2006-10-24T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:18.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappearing Act...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Busy busy 3 wks coming up. I know I've been rambling on and on about how busy I was/am. But SBS wants to take it a step higher. Just before the exams. Very good of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forecast for the nxt 3 wks: Approx 8 lab session starting from tmr. 2 full reports to rush within 3 wks or more, which means it will overlap into my examination time. With my neurbiology as my first paper, I certainly have a shit load of things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haven uploaded pictures from my hp and cam. But that can wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, I have promised to do some stuff for quite a number of people. I will finish those stuff I have promised, and that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I don't seem to be around for the next few weeks, so be it. Don't bug me. Unless I happen to be in a better mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116167484016686988?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116167484016686988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116167484016686988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116167484016686988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116167484016686988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/disappearing-act.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116139715575268618</id><published>2006-10-21T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:18.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=852705&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D83b39844f22f26d6b880678d0a106935.852705%26cache%3D1&amp;amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fvideo.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253F%252526ei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D83b39844f22f26d6b880678d0a106935.852705%252526cache%25253D1&amp;imTitle=Billiards%252B%252526%252BDomino&amp;amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;creatorValue=bWFudV80MDAwNjc%3D&amp;vid=83b39844f22f26d6b880678d0a106935.852705"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...dunno if you guys can see the video. Got it from Yahoo! It's pretty cool how the dominos fall and push all the billard balls into the holes. Wonder how long the guy took to get it all right man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Gonna be at &lt;strong&gt;Denise's&lt;/strong&gt; house later for her 21st celebration. The meet up of the 4 cornellians again. Haha. Oh which reminds mi, I met up with JY and Jowyn on Sun to get her prez. I like what we r giving her. Haha, will post up the pic after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us went round City Hall area to look for her gift and then later settled down at NYDC to catch up and drink coffee. And...out comes all the SBS gossips. Heh. We didn't stick around for too long though coz our dear Jowyn(who arrived the latest) had to leave soon. Hmm. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my parents after that for dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Sakae&lt;/strong&gt; coz my mum has been naggin abt wantin to use up her voucher. Here's the thing. I made a stopover at PS before meetin them since I had time. As if I'm so free rite? But anyway I was so sick of bumming around at home and stuff plus I had the urge to spend. So, I did. I haven gotten anything for a really long time.  Within like 1/2 an hr, I bought like 3 pairs of earrings and this half-jacket from Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*psst* I got 15% discout at FOX!! Anyone who wans to buy things from there lemme know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me happy for awhile. Haha, typical girls you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I think its obvious how unexciting my life is right now. But what can I do??? I'm so bored. Feel like doing sth radical but I dunno wat. Sigh, we'll see. When I get my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, lets just look forward to next wk's public holidays yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116139715575268618?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116139715575268618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116139715575268618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116139715575268618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116139715575268618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/err.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116114145834986883</id><published>2006-10-18T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:18.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raar~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid TCM and the smears and the bands. Getting dizzy trying to compare the smears and bands and trying to link the compounds tgt AND trying to figure out why my expriment is so screwed. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to vet my never-hit-2000-words essay. Been procrastinating for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to re-study my dev bio because my brains grew holes and I can't rem some stuff. I want the ans for the MCQ he uploaded so I dun have to wreck my brain trying to figure out if my own answers are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly need to start my revision seriously. Where do I stand now? Just reading my notes so I get a gist of what I'm taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hammies are abit of the headache at times. I woke up on Mon to be told that the mummy ran away. H U R. Was thinking that the 5 babies are screwed. But, just before I left for school, I checked the drain in my house. Guess wat man. I saw that stupid furry thing scurrying inside. Lucky, its a one way street there, and it led to the main drain in my garden. Got the mummy out, gave it a bath and plonked it back to where it belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that few people around me are going through some difficult times. Whether they read this anot, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time never stops, so neither should we. There is no thunderstorm that lasts forever and there is always a new rainbow for us to look forward to. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116114145834986883?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116114145834986883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116114145834986883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116114145834986883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116114145834986883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/raar-stupid-tcm-and-smears-and-bands.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116073714289192491</id><published>2006-10-13T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:18.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus a quick update coz I know I've been a little delinquent in MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of things to do, places to go, and stuff happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1 FULL prac report to complete. Gonna take up a whole chunk of my time again. Esp this time is on TCM. Anything to do with me and chinese, don't match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 3-4 tuts to complete. Heck!! I better hurry up and finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Study for a lousy quiz coming Friday=( Not exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Revise for exams!!!&lt;/strong&gt; This is the most impt. OMG. I see the way people mug in school. I just wish I would die on the spot so I dun have to go through the trauma of exams. I dunno how, but I know I have &lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt; modules to clear this sem. That's about&lt;strong&gt; 72 chaps&lt;/strong&gt; worth of stuff to mug on. Any one's brain for loan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dinner tmr for my granny's bday. There goes half my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Present shopping for Denise on Sunday. There goes my Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, and there goes my weekend. I still want to watch CSI you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Had a mock exam today. GLAD its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Almost knocked down a bird that day while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My hammies gave birth!!!! SO fast ya?? &lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt; babies=) So proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can't think of anything else for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnertime!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116073714289192491?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116073714289192491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116073714289192491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116073714289192491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116073714289192491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/really-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-116044494144481096</id><published>2006-10-10T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:17.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still at home coz my lecture's cancelled. Prof went to the US i think..for the whole week! Lucky guy. Which means I won't have to be in school that early in the morning too. Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....my hammies are here. 2 lazy furry things. Haha. They are really lazy! All the do is sleep and eat. And sometimes fight. Hardly ever see them running on the wheel. Really distracting though. Coz like every 1/2 hr I'll go play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/05102006519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/05102006519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/09102006531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/09102006531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Went to Science Center last thurs too. Mi and Fel. It's been years since I went there man. And there were so many kids! Abit lazy and not in the mood to put up the pics now. So maybe, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this site &lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/omagazine/200502/omag_200502_congo.jhtml"&gt;http://www2.oprah.com/omagazine/200502/omag_200502_congo.jhtml&lt;/a&gt; Basically, one of the Oprah episode was on the women in Congo. The hell they are going or went through. I read some of the letters and it just made my heart freeze for a moment. The brutality and the torture  that the women faced. Like why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever deserve this kinda humiliation. I wish those sick people will just slowly rot away and die. Those who can help, don't. Those who want to help, can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-116044494144481096?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/116044494144481096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=116044494144481096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116044494144481096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/116044494144481096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115996111664796508</id><published>2006-10-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:17.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty, it's back to school. So I'm back to being REALLY busy.  So FORGIVE ME if I don't reply you on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Caren's blog and I totally agree with her. What's with the influx of bday celebrations at the end of the yr man?? Haha. I have my granny's bday on 14th Oct, Denise's bday on 21st Oct, Caren's on 4th Oct and Preet's one somewhere in mid-nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, all these are gonna take up my weekends and I'll really need blessings for my exams. Don't get me wrong. I am not like bitching about pple holdin their celebrations, coz you all are my dear frens*awwwww*. Haha its just that I'll have to figure out a way to handle my exams as well as social obligations at the same time.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But birthdays are such happy stuff. I shan't be a wet blanket and drone about exams. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I mite be getting 2 hammies soon. Complete with cage n stuff. All free. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to end...some photos taken over the past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/25092006441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/25092006441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/23092006427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/23092006427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; These are the babies of the hammies I'm gonna get. In other words, I'm gettin their mommies and daddies. Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/04102006452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/04102006452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Spot me! Spot me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok ciaoz! Gotta go driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115996111664796508?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115996111664796508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115996111664796508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115996111664796508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115996111664796508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/10/alrighty-its-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115954570196319607</id><published>2006-09-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:17.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey~ How time flies. My hols are nearly coming to an end already. Woah. Haven blogged for nearly a week too becoz I've been busy. Busy working, busy with school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what. At the end of this hols, I can proudly say that I'm so over and done with my 2000 word essay. But, I'm 700 words short. Not that I really care. As much as I hated the essay, it has been pretty interesting reading up on the guy I gave the prize to-Sydney Brenner. An old man worthy of mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've done my homework, might as well &lt;em&gt;hao lian&lt;/em&gt; abit. Haha. Basically, he is this old man with a long string of achievements. He found the messenger RNA, proved the triplet code theory, coined the term 'codon', made C. elegans one of the most well studied model organism and is one of the main person in the fugu genome project. Fugu, btw, is a pufferfish. I don't know if anyone out there really cares or understand the significance of the things he had done, but I do. I mean, without him, there'd be nothing called translation or frameshift mutation. We wldn't have a deeper understanding to programmed cell death and yadida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impresses me even more is that at the old old age of 79, he is still in the field of research.  Kinda a pity that he got the Nobel Prize so late though. Like after 30 years of working on a tiny worm. But I guess good things are worth waiting for. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the best bit of all, this very accomplished man actually has sth to do with Singapore. I nearly flipped and died when I realised that. The fugu proj he was/is working on is actually under IMCB, which is linked to A*STAR. A*STAR leh!!! Unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, the rest of my hols has been unexciting. I went to work on Sun, Mon, Thurs and Fri. On Tues I met Grace and Fel for lunch. Threaded my face before that. Flyaway hair!! I think I should make it a pt to go every mth or sth. Haha. Met Christina on Wed to teach her Bio. And wah-lah! There goes my hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and YAY! CSI Miami is coming back on Ch 5. Whoopie!!! Finally, my Tuesdays are no longer gonna be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, am off to be abit more productive!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115954570196319607?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115954570196319607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115954570196319607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115954570196319607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115954570196319607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-hey-how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115946622035980467</id><published>2006-09-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:17.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115946622035980467?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115946622035980467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115946622035980467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115946622035980467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115946622035980467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115899282916932412</id><published>2006-09-23T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:16.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Start of an unproductive holidays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my holidays are here. Can tell that quite a few peopple around me are happy and glad that the breaks here. But I feel quite indifferent to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I mentioned, it has been &lt;strong&gt;unproductive&lt;/strong&gt;. Which is a bad start. I've got God knows how many tuts, 2 prac reports on hand and that 2000 words essay, which no one volunteered to do for me even though I offered a USD$20 reward.=( So I'm left to sink and die on my own now. Where are the kind souls when I need them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, my hols are pretty packed already. Packed for the wrong reason, that is. I have church tmr and then lunch with my PL pals. Might have to go for work after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, suppose to be on night shift again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues gonna go face threading(procrastinated for too long) then hav lunch with Fel and Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed, suppose to be on night shift again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thurs, nth on yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri, night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to do! And so much I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to do. Sheesh. Oh, Prison Break is on repeat later and I wanna catch it. Should I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go work at 9pm yesterday. LUCKILY, they called me at 8pm, just before I was about to leave to tell me that I don't have to go in. I mean, I didn't mind work but its a relieve that I can be home lazing away on a Friday night. Apparently, the clients were supposed to be about to 'close shop'. So, they didn't need me. But then, I saw my colleague still online at 2am. I believe she was a little pissed that she was there all alone. *shrugs* Not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnies of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Me and Fel making fun of our Plt bio prof about how he says 'ooh!-varies' with such gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to Fel:&lt;em&gt; 'I promise not to make fun of his 'ooh!-varies' anymore if he accepts us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that sounded a little wrong. Haha. And I think we're mean, coz to quote our friend, Candice, &lt;em&gt;'He is very kind.'&lt;/em&gt; Bwahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Again on that Prof, he has made it to the 2nd spot on Candice's Prof-crush-list. So Candice was kidding about going to Msia to cut down a Rafflesia to show her 'love' for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice: &lt;em&gt;'*knock's on the Prof's office* Prof, I've got a gift for you. But it's outside coz its too big to bring in'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Ok, I'm sorry it doesn't sound as funny as it shld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) I'm still harping on that Prof. He looks abit gong-gong(ahahahahhaha! inside joke!) but is one damn funny guy. At least I appreciate his sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/gong%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/gong%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/gong%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/gong%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some slides taken from his lecture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, ok I should really stop laughing and get things done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115899282916932412?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115899282916932412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115899282916932412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115899282916932412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115899282916932412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/09/start-of-unproductive-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115872957134074194</id><published>2006-09-20T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:16.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, blogging is really a waste of time. But I so have to get this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the funnest lab I ever had. Genetics!! Haha. I mentioned a little about how these few weeks lab will be cool. And it was=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only talked about Huntington's disease the last time. But actually, there as another part to the lab. &lt;strong&gt;Chromosome spreading!&lt;/strong&gt; Chromosomes rox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually had cancer cells given to us last week and we were suppose to 'splat' the cells so the chromosomes will come out and we can count them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/20092006405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/20092006405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the slide we prepared. Can't see anything right??? Wait till you look under the microscope...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/DSC00344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/DSC00344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like Oh My God!!! You can see the chromatids, chromosomes etc SO VERY CLEARLY. So freaking cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I know, some of you probably saw these before. But have you ever caught it on camera before??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was whining that I want to take photos of stuff in the lab coz it seems pretty cute. So was toying with the idea of taking a photo through the microscope. I told Fel about it but we thought it wouldn't work at first. Then other people overheard/oversaw us. So they tried it as well. And they said they could actually see somethin!!! So we tried ours again. Lo and behold, wahahhaah we found our chromosomes on our camera. And we are talking about handphone cams here okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were busy trying to focus our camera on the microscope instead of doing our work. Then the Prof suddenly popped by and saw what we were doing. He's a nice easy-going fella and said that it's actually a good idea! Wahahaa. I'm such a genius. In the end, the rest of my tut grp got into a frenzy of chromosome phototaking that we stayed back longer than we normally would.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh just to add on, that chromosomes that we caught on the phone, was the slide that &lt;em&gt;I did&lt;/em&gt;. So they are &lt;em&gt;my chromosomes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;My babies&lt;/em&gt;. Quick, call me mummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Oh I got a little bored with my previous report(which took me a very long time to clear) and hence this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/DSC00949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/DSC00949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/19092006396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/19092006396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;The photo on the left is my actual result for my report, while that on the right was taken in MIT=) DNA banding rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound mad. Think it's the stress getting to my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115872957134074194?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115872957134074194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115872957134074194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115872957134074194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115872957134074194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-blogging-is-really-waste-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115866555979009281</id><published>2006-09-19T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:16.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Utterly utterly depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how many rejections can you face in a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see one of my friend talking about graduation. It's scaring me, knowing that this is what I'll be worrying about in less than 2 years time. Wasn't too long ago when we just left JC and I know we were lamenting about how we'll be lost and left on our own with no rigid school system to put us in place. But back then, we sort of knew we'd be going to a uni. At least we had a destination. But after graduation? I don't know man. Work? Study? Bum around? That is when we'll &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; be stepping out into the world. Now, that's freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate school so much that I couldn't wait for holidays to come. But frankly speaking now, I'm not totally looking forward to the hols next week. Yes, I'd love the break. But not when I know that after this 1 week break, I'm so much closer to coming to the end of another sem. &lt;strong&gt;Again.&lt;/strong&gt; And I'll be done with half of my Year 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew where I'd be going ultimately. I wish someone could make time stop. I wish I never have to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115866555979009281?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115866555979009281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115866555979009281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115866555979009281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115866555979009281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/09/utterly-utterly-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115841254098488003</id><published>2006-09-16T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just after dinnertime. I've been on this chair for the whole day-doing practical report and other time-wasting stuff. Yet another weekend. I wonder how many times have I repeated that sentence over the course of past 1.5 mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a melancholic mood the past, whether it shows anot. You know how you tend to behave differently with other people around. It's like external factors repressing and activating sths in you. Sorry, too much bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been rather ok for me. If you noticed, I don't think I'm complaining much about school as I used to. In fact, part of me is actually wishing time go a little slower so the sem wouldn't come to an end so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, just some random stuff running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda hit me that if I were to end my education level at getting a B.Sc in Bio Science, there isn't much of a work opportunities later on. I know I talked about working in a lab previously, but I thought about it and realised I don't want to be stuck in a lab 24/7. And I'm probably inspired by some of the better Profs I got this sem to want to be a lecturer. I think if anyone were to read this, they'll laugh so much and hyperventilate and die. But really, it seems kinda cool to be able to teach people you area of interest and at the same time work on what you love. Its like killing 3 birds with 1 stone-teach, research and earn big bucks. I mean, big bucks aside, passion brings people a long way. And think I will die happy doing what I love doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that would mean getting a Masters and a PhD. Based on what I've read, Masters takes 1-3 yrs and PhD 3-8 yrs, depending whether you have already obtained a Masters. Say I suddenly become a genius, that'll take me another 4 yrs after I grad. Meaning I'll be about 27? The only thing that'll prob hold me back in pursuing the degrees will be time. Money can be borrowed, earned, returned whatsoever. But once you lose time, you can't get it back. It's scary to think that you spend like 1/3 of your life studying. Plus I'm no genius. I will have to work like triply hard just to be on par with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Afterall this is just talk. You dun have to pay for talking. So happened that my dad actually asked me to consider going on for Masters today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Profs, theres this really nice Prof in SBS-S. B. No need to mention names, if you know him, you know him. My guess is that he's quite renoun in the field that's why SBS kinda treats him like gold. Didn't use to like him that much when I was in Yr 1 because when he lectures, he is like stuck on a slide for very long time and I get bored easily. But at that time I did know he's a nice old man, very approachable like a granddaddy. Was going to this building in NTU that was quite far off the main campus that time and happen to see him along the way. He was with his wife and he was holding her hands! Think they were prob taking a stroll around school. And when he saw us(me and Fel), he recognised us and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so sweet=) To see him and his wife so loving. I mean you seldom see this with other old couples. RARE. Another thing is, he remembers us. I think we were in Year 1 Sem 2. And he has taught us for less than a year, yet he remembers our faces. Mind you, he is probably 70+. Just this week, me and Fel were going out of the lift and him coming in. He saw us, smiled and waved. So nice of him. Other profs don't even seem to acknowledge us. You know, it's like small stuff like these that make you feel you are worth something. I don't know how to put it in a better way, but yea you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the person actually bothered to ask me about that. And it just really made me feel&lt;em&gt; good&lt;/em&gt;. Nvm what the person knows, or not. I thought the world was simple and everyone loves to be remembered. Well, apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what my friend blurted out that day too.  The reply was a second faster that what I expected and I wonder what's that suppose to mean? It just stunned me for awhile, like how little people trust me. I dunno, maybe I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez, end of random talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115841254098488003?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115841254098488003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115841254098488003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115841254098488003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115841254098488003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-just-after-dinnertime_16.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115806141466088153</id><published>2006-09-12T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:15.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 Nobel Prizes have been awarded to Developmental Biologists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your assignment&lt;/strong&gt;, which comprises 20-30% of your CA marks is an essay (&lt;strong&gt;maximum 2000&lt;/strong&gt; word) entitled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I would give the 2006 NTU School of Biological Science prize for Developmental Biology to………….”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidelines: You are the judge to decide who NTU-SBS prize is awarded to. Take into consideration the following points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The scientific techniques and technology that were available at the time when their experiments and discoveries were carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The difficulty of the experiments and their ideas which led them to carry out their experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You may give the prize to groups of people (e.g. Brenner, Horvitz and Sulston) or individuals (Brenner or Nüsslein-Volhard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You may also wish to consider their other scientific work. For instance, in addition to their work on C. elegans Sydney Brenner also works on Fugu, John Sulston was involved in the sequencing of the human genome, Christiane Nüsslein-Volhard got the Nobel prize for  Drosophila develeopment but also works on other organisms such as zebrafish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Maximum number of words is 2000 on Times New Roman Font, Size 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A good place to start your research is to look at the Nobel Foundation website (which contains a wealth of information) at: &lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/"&gt;http://nobelprize.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is the most deserving of the prestigious NTU-SBS prize? Who would you give the prize to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks will be given for well structured and argued essays. Deadline is 5pm Wednesday 1st November 2006. Best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Reference your source so I know where you got the information from. Marks will be downgraded for wholesale lifting of passages from papers, textbooks, websites..etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P Cheung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;My God...is this guy serious? As much as I like his UK accent, this is just unforgivable. When was the last time I wrote an essay past 300 words?? He is out to kill me! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any kind souls out there who will write a good essay for me? I'll pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, these few weeks labs are pretty cool. I did the hair thing last week(even though no results) and this week we are again, gonna test our own DNA. But this time for Huntington's diease. For all you budding biologists out there, you mite wanna check out on this disease. Or may be you already know what it is. In brief, its some degenerative brain damage that begins in midlife and ultimately leads to death. Since the onset of this disease is dependent on expansion of repeats in our exons, we are testing how much repeats we have and hence conclude if we will get the disease, and probably determine when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, our prof refuse to let us test our own sample. We will be getting DNA samples from somebody in our cohort, who will remain annonymous. This is coz, there is currently no cure for the disease and he probably doesn't want to scare us to death(say if we do find that we have a large chunk of repeat). Well, what I'm hoping is I can devise a way to sample MY DNA and get MY own results. Think that's gonna be pretty cool=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me are getting really hardworking. It's scary. I think I better &lt;em&gt;start &lt;/em&gt;doing something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115806141466088153?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115806141466088153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115806141466088153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115806141466088153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115806141466088153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-nobel-prizes-have-been-awarded-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115759644581954611</id><published>2006-09-07T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:15.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harlow! It's been a week plus since I touched this place. Partly coz I'm busy, partly coz I'm tired. Haha, seems like these are the only 2 things I'm feeling this whole sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember what happened last week...except for driving and oh! Celebrating&lt;strong&gt; Grace's&lt;/strong&gt; bday. The kind soul treated a bunch of gals to Bakerzin at One Fullerton. Thank God for the rain before that coz when we took the open air seats, the breeze just felt SO good. Not humid at all! And I satisfied my pasta craving that day=) Had Spaghetti with garlic sauce and the prawns inside were sooooooo fresh. Love it. I love love love fresh seafood. Hee. Really picky when it comes to prawn, but I cleaned them out that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered a whole lot of desserts too. Since we had set dinner, each set came with 2 diff desserts. And there were 6 of us. So 12 desserts(though not all different ones), plus Grace ordered the Warm Chocolate cake and Sweet Desire(if I didn't get the name wrong). Plus a huge slice of Apple Struddel by Cheryl. Major sugar high after that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/31082006306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/31082006306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mmmm....very good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, we got Grace a Fossil wallet, just as she asked for. Haha I went to buy it the day before but she found it a little too big so we went back to do a change. I saw the guy who served me the day before so I thot '&lt;em&gt;Good, can settle it easier since he is the one who told me we can change for a new one'&lt;/em&gt;. Well, apparently he doesn't remember me. But after thinking long and hard, he said ' &lt;em&gt;Oh ya ya! You were wearing something different yesterday! Haha...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was like &lt;em&gt;'Haha, ya definitely&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sorry, but I do bathe. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway left for my &lt;strong&gt;BKK&lt;/strong&gt; trip the next day. I hardly time to pack can. Came back on Thurs nite and jus threw a few sets of clothes into my luggage and that's it. Flew there by &lt;strong&gt;Finnair&lt;/strong&gt;. And all along I thought it was a budget airline. Anyway, after this trip, I am determined NOT to look for anymore travel agents coz they plain suck. I left on Fri nite, Came back on Mon. 4 days 3 nights? Ya rite. By the time we checked in, it was already 2am. And we had to check out by 1130am on Mon. So effectively, it was only a 2 day trip. That was just plain bad planning on the side of the agency. Another thing I can't stand is that I didn't know much about the trip details until I boarded the flight. Hate not knowing wat's going on. So if I ever go on a trip with you guys, lemme plan the times k? You people can decide where to go on the trip itself. I like it that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But all in all, the trip was pretty fulfilling. Haha. You get what I mean. I got like a pair of heels, pair of slipper, 2 dresses, 3 t-shirts, 3 shorts, 7 sets of undergarments. Finally found the jersey I wanted all along.=) Btw, if you are wondering, the undergarments there are cheeeeep k. And I'm talking about branded stuff. So...haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, Levis' jeans was cheaper there so my mum actually considered getting me a pair of the Princess style one. We went to check it out but I felt so demoralised after trying it. UGH. I mean the pair of jeans is really pretty, but its just me. =( So I decided not to waste money on sth that I wldnt look good in. Mite as well get something cheaper rite??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then. We went to &lt;strong&gt;MBK&lt;/strong&gt; after that. All these happened on the 3rd day. There was this really slim lady in frt of us going up the escalator, wearing that jeans that I wanted!!! I was telling my mum, must look like that wear already then nice. She was like 'Ya loh, correct' After a long while, we ended up in frt of Watsons where we were suppose to gather with the other pple. And we heard this ducky voice coming from behind us. As in you noe its those transversites who hasn't really transformed. Turned ard, it was that 'lady' in that Levis jeans. I nearly fainted can.&lt;em&gt; It&lt;/em&gt; was in a white corset and jeans and &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;looked even better than me. -_-" That was so insulting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/03092006312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/03092006312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, speaking of transvee, its a common knowledge that there is a high incidence rate in Thailand. I wonder why. Why only there?? We went for massage on the last night at this nearby parlour. Were waiting for our turn and I realised one of the masseur was a transvee. *gulps* And a lady was being massaged by it. I was thinking if I get that person as my masseur later, I will just flip and die. Thank God i didn't. I know I sound discriminating but I never believed in this whole 'guy trapped in a girl's body' n vice versa thingy. You are what you are given. Anything else is probably jus a psychological disorder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We popped by&lt;strong&gt; Cha Tu Jak&lt;/strong&gt; on Saturday, and surprisingly it wasn't as bad as how I felt when I was there last year. As we explored inside, we managed to find sths that we liked. Just that the place is humongous and messy. So many people and stuffy plus the sun was scorching. Visited &lt;strong&gt;Suan Lom&lt;/strong&gt; in the night but we didn't have too much time there. Oh, now that place has a big ferris wheel. Quite pretty.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/02092006308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/02092006308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ferris wheel at Suan Lom night bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All in all it was a pretty good trip for me. My mum said she prefers HK coz its cleaner, weathers nicer and I think she prefers the goods there too. I'm trying to psycho her into going Japan during year-end. Been years since our fam went on a trip, and its about time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So it was back to school after that. What a spoiler rite. Haha. I was working on Tues night, though only 1/2 shift. Was thinking I could go back and rest early on Wed coz I was only suppose to hav a 3 hr lab. It was a pretty interesting lab. We had to pluck our hair to extract DNA and check if we have a certain gene. The lab dragged to ard 8 hrs, coz we had to wait 4 hrs for our PCR to run. Came back, did the gel electrophoresis and took a UV pic of our gel to see our DNA band. Damn! The lane with my DNA got no results can!! I am sooooo upset. Spent 8 hrs on nothing. Kosong. Zilch. Zero. So pissing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haiz, so anyway after the lab, I was too tired and upset to do anything else. Slept my way back, slept earli. And now, I've got to go out soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115759644581954611?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115759644581954611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115759644581954611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115759644581954611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115759644581954611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/09/harlow-its-been-week-plus-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115677594241365603</id><published>2006-08-28T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of another &lt;em&gt;rather&lt;/em&gt; busy week ahead. But at least I have something cool to look forward too. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to&lt;strong&gt; Bangkok&lt;/strong&gt; for the weekend(Fri-Mon) with my mommy. Whoopie! I foresee myself spending quite a bit coz afterall, I'm with my mom. I roughly have a list of stuff I wanna get and do already. Like Black Canyon Coffee, Pedi/Manicure, Spa, massage, dress, atas Thai food, shoes etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another thing to whoop about is...I AM ALMOST OVER AND DONE WITH MY intensive driving crash course. I am mightily proud of myself for completing(going to) the whole driving training in 24 lessons. When I started, I cld barely keep in lane when I turn along the road and people normally finish the whole thing in 25. But I am doing it in &lt;strong&gt;24 &lt;/strong&gt;lessons. &lt;strong&gt;Twenty-four&lt;/strong&gt;. *smug smile* One more lesson...just one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...well, what great friends I have. I was specially introduced to this site &lt;a href="http://www.parkingidiots.blogspot.com"&gt;www.parkingidiots.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; by *ahemz* somebody who is currently not in Singapore. I suspect this person reads my blog(which surprises me), hence the site. As a very nice person, I strongly believe there is no hidden meaning behind the msg that was passed to me. So, from the heart of my bottom, I thank&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; for adding some humor in my life. Meanwhile, enjoy yr trip, if you ever read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115677594241365603?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115677594241365603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115677594241365603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115677594241365603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115677594241365603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115659893770623375</id><published>2006-08-26T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:14.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vertical Parking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Align car to right of lane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. R gear, signal left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Safety check (I)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Reverse till pole about to disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Safety check (II)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Reverse. When pole disappear, full-lock left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Pole appear, turn 1/2 round back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Pole disappear, full-lock left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. View right mirror. Car straight, straighten steering wheel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Look behind. Stop reversing when pole in-line with shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. D gear, signal left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Drive. Pole crosses half door, steer left, out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parallel Parking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Align left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. R gear, signal left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Safety check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Reverse. When pole touches demister, full-lock left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. View right mirror. Base of pole in view, straighten wheel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Front pole crosses 'Honda', full lock right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Reverse till before pole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. D gear, drive and straighten car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. R gear, reverse and position car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. D gear, drive till before pole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. R gear, look back, reverse, 1 round left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. D gear, signal right, safety check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Full lock right, out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely screwed up my parkings today. BIG time. So pissed with myself. So so so pissed and embarrassed. Man, I had better get it right tmr. Yest was just as bad. While doin parallel park, knocked down 3 poles. Damn. When my instructor was getting out of the car to help me pick up e poles, one other instructor on the opp side stuck out his tongue at my inst. NOT VERY FUNNY LOR. Oh at least he was patient and quite nice. After I got my parallel parking right, we went on the road. And from the corner of my eye I saw him scribbling in my driving book. I thought he was gonna write a whole lot of things about how bad I did my P. parking coz he took a really long time. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/25082006286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/25082006286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; V nice huh??? He colored the kerb out somemore. Wahaha so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But urghhhhh. My vertical parking was ok 1 lor, but I screwed it up today. I want back my other funny-instructor! I don't care if his car smells funny! At least I know what he is talking about!!! He specially tailored my vertical parking for me so I could get it right. And he is systematic in his coaching-warm up, circuit and then watever we are suppose to do. And he is a damn funny guy. Fel noes. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, just 3 more lessons before I get a test date. Quickkkkkk!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115659893770623375?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115659893770623375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115659893770623375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115659893770623375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115659893770623375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/vertical-parking-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115647162535028899</id><published>2006-08-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:14.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I skipped school...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have time to sit down now and blog. To sum it all up, it has been a horrible week. Just plain horrible to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really late on Monday and it really freaked me out. I mean there was nth that impt in sch, but I had no intentions to skip it and I have nv woken up late for sch for the past 3 yrs, as far as I can remember.(when I seirously do intend to get to school) So that just totally spoilt my whole day. My dad saw me getting so frantic so he offered me a ride to school. Which I am totally grateful for. And I was actually early, surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, only when I reached school did I realise I didn't bring my wallet. Smart rite. Before I left, I checked my bag for my pencil box and driving book. Anything but my wallet. *thumbs up* And I had to travel all the way to YCK for lessons. You people know how difficult to get around Sg without a stupid EZ-link. So my whole day was just ruined like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the nx few days, I had bit of sore eyes. Went to school and work with specs, coz I can't really be bothered not to look tired. Coz I was really tired -.- I didn't sleep for 30+ hrs, came back and konked out. 1 thing that was good was that my lab this week was really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I went for 2 tuts. It was suppose to be NTU union day, we were suppose to have only ONE tut. But some buggers wanted to fit their tuts in. So I was suppose to have lessons from 830-1030 and then 430-530. The bugger who put the tut at 930 was still not so bad. But the other bugger was probably just waiting for me to kick him. It was a last minute notice and I already booked my driving in the afternoon. So too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going for my 930 tut, I kicked my toe agst the pavement, and yes it hurt with a blood clot there now. Am I injury prone or just down on my luck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my driving lesson, felt a sore throat coming up. Which was just not justified! I have hardly been snacking coz I have so little time at home, which means I have not really been eating heaty stuff! And here I am with with a swollen throat. Boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap, woke up and it just got worse. Darn. When the alarm rang at 6 this morn, my throat was too swollen and I was too tired to get myself to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so only 1 good thing has happened this week so far. Another thing is, I'm getting closer and closer to completing my driving. So proud of it. Today I'll be doing parallel parking. Last thing to learn in my driving. Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115647162535028899?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115647162535028899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115647162535028899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115647162535028899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115647162535028899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-i-skipped-school.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115607349350702951</id><published>2006-08-20T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:14.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another week down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to know that its 4 months to the end of the year, and soon after that, I'll be 22. Gosh, I wish I knew how to hold on to time. Wishing that my life will be a lil more exciting too. In my own definition that is. Wish wish wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a person who can put thoughts into words very well but to put it simply, I'm bored of my life now. Bored of who I am, where I am, what I'm doing etc etc. It's like this period of time I wish I was someone else. Not that I can't accept who I am, but I just need a lil more excitment in life. A 'kick' or sth to get me all motivated again. And I think I need a more definite direction in life. Like where and what I wld like to be in the near future, which is afterall gonna be a problem I'm facing in 2 yrs time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in the ch office today and Bro Wai was asking what I wanna do after I grad. Basically &lt;em&gt;alot &lt;/em&gt;of people have been asking me that. Like what are the career prospect of my course? And it has become an automated reply for me to say tat I want to go into research. Yea, being stuck in a lab and a coat, holding a pipette, being surrounded by petri dishes and so on. Coz I don't see myself doing anything else. But Bro Wai was mentioning he can actually picture me doing business. Hmm, point to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet sth else to think about, is lab what I really want?(I'll worry about whether I can be employed later) Or is it I don't have any other choice? Well, frankly speaking, if I had all the choice in the world, lab wouldn't win top prize. But sometimes, we've gotta be realistic. People tell us we should dare to dream. Rubbish. You'll come to a point of time in life where you realise dreams won't sustain you, feed you or support you. How many people actually get to do what they like and get paid for it right? I won't, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...there's the National Day Rally later and it's on EVERY channel that I have. Shucks. Which means I do not have anything to watch. Grrrr....contemplating if I should watch the Season 5 CSI I got from Part. Still have a tut to do, a paper to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little narcissism during a 5 hour break in school=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/17082006141.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/17082006141.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/17082006142.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/17082006142.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh which reminds me, sth's wrong with my digicam again. I am so super upset =( Please pray for revival k? My camera that is. Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To end off at another low note, it's another start of a long week again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115607349350702951?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115607349350702951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115607349350702951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115607349350702951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115607349350702951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/yet-another-week-down.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115582717566267071</id><published>2006-08-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About 1/2 an hour more before I put myself to sleep. I need my 7 hours to keep me going for at least 15 hrs a day. You think that's enough? I think not. But I get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wk's been pretty stressful. Week hasn't ended, but I can conclude its stressed. School and driving full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God dammit, does school sucks. It' not really about the long hours i have in school, coz I have appropriate breaks in btwn. It's how bloody screwed the whole school system is. I reach Boon Lay Mrt at slightly before 8am everyday. And well guess what. Bus 179's stand is one of the furthest from the MRT station. BUT the freaking lousy queue extends all the way past the MRT stat. Can u imagine how freaky issit?? It's like I make an attempt to reach 1/2 hr earlier yet I am still 15 mins late for my class. Not only is there a very very very very very long queue for the bus, there is a jam in school too. Like what the heck. I seriously have no idea what is our Student Union doing. I mean they should have expected this rite?? Considering we have new facs now, and how every new batch seems to be larger than the prev one. Not only that, alot of people have lessons at 830am. Do they really think they can close 1 eye on this??? God, I'm so pissed. Such a torture having to arrive in school like that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think they cld have done? Set up more bus svces serving more routes, like maybe 1 reaches Can A and the other serving Can B solely. Have staggered timetables, some start at 830am some at 9am. Like it wouldn't kill them just to have a little more flexibility rite? Man, just to reinforce how I feel about the place-I hate it. To. The. Core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give school life &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; credit, I do enjoy my modules this sem. More or less anyway. It's a heavy sem tho, with 6 modules to handle. I'm doing Neurobiology, Cancer biology, Developmental biology, Human genetics, Plant biology and Research seminar. Guess my least fav is the research thingy, but the others kinda rox. I mean it being interesting doesn't always mean it being easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neurobio-Like so cool! Learning about the brain, the most complex organ in our body. Which came to me realising that when we say I love you to somebody, it has nth to do with the heart. Coz technically, it's the brain that sends out signals etc etc. So I have no idea why pple like to associate love with heart, when it's no more than our neurons firing out signals to tell us that we are attracted to so-and-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer bio-Not bad. Upcoming lecs seems pretty cool, jus might get a lil too techincal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dev bio-I nv knew I'd come to know a worm so in depth. 1st lab we had was exciting too. Finally get to work with live samples after so long. Plus, I'm still fascinated with the Prof's UK accent. Haha. He's an asian by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human gene-Frankly speaking, this has to be one of my fav prof for now. Subject wise is ok ok. But he teaches well and I love his enthusiasm very much. He lectures with a smile, don't have to refer to notes much and there's a flow to his lecture. Like he isn't halting 1/2 e time thinking of what's the nx slide coz he oredy noes what he has to teach. And the way he conducts the tut, he sincerely wans us to learn. Man, u hardly hear me sing praises about NTU prof. This one is rare. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant bio-Errrr...this prof is as exciting as the plants. But I kinda like this module coz its bio-based. For once I have the feeling that I can actually 'connect' to these subs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite, so that's that for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just adding on to my stress. Since Mon, I've been rushing to my driving lessons coz somehow, the journey taks longer than expected. Fri is the only day I can sway my way there. Been on time so far, but the worrying I do before reaching there has already done enough harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, driving hasn't been that great this week. Instructors kinda pissed me off a lil and doing directional change just totally kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/dir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/dir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, drive forward at 1. Reverse car into the pocket at 2. Drive out at 3. I so cannot judge my reversing that well. Dunno when to steer my steering wheel. And I do NOT understnad what the instructors are telling me. OH WELL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okayz, enough of whining, coz I'm really tired now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115582717566267071?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115582717566267071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115582717566267071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115582717566267071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115582717566267071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-12-hour-more-before-i-put-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115537637966468592</id><published>2006-08-12T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:13.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Pathetic Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, week 1 down. Fast huh?? Haha. Just to catch up a lil on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scooted off to &lt;strong&gt;JB&lt;/strong&gt; on National Day(I know, I am THAT patriotic). 4 of us-Aziz, Lionel, Fel and mua met in the afternoon to go. We met kinda late coz Lionel was late -.- and caused me to be even later. And mua was spotted by WQ on her way to Gardens. Haha. Think most people were surprised I left so late. Well basically, I din intend to shop just like go there for dinner and that's it, so what's the rush? In the end I only bought one thing from there, which is my contact lens solution. So diao huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took 170 down. Pretty easy to get there, next time whoever who wans to pop by JB, ask me along ok? =) There is a distinct different between JB and Sg despite the 2 places being so near. And you can obviously see, JB is just NOT like Singapore. The cleanliness, the orderliness, everything. We went to the nearest mall by the checkpoint(dunno what's the name) to walk ard. Mi and Fel got Starbucks, while the guys ate at Kenny Rogers. Pity they din have my mac n cheese and long beans. It's like they had nth much there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/09082006239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/09082006239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/09082006108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/09082006108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best partners in the world and a gu-niang=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we hopped over to another mall, which was a little more rundown and quieter. We played Daytona there. Haha, there was really nth much to do there. And well, guess what. Learning driving helps! The 4 of us were in a race and I came in 2nd can. SECOND!!! Muahahahah. Beat Lionel and Fel and for heaven's sake, Lionel's supposedly an experienced driver *smirks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;Mutiara Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner later. Food was good and cheap, which made everything perfect. Haha. I had some chicken, quiche and potato thingy. I was sooooo full when I was barely 1/2 way thru into my meal coz they served bread before that and the bread was good. But we do have a big eater there, namely Lionel so he cleared my plate and Aziz's 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/09082006251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/09082006251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My main course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to put up the rest of the photo but there was this live singer there who surprised Lionel with a Birthday song and me and Ziz gave him our gift-Hugo Boss colonge. It's this double colonge thing, dunno how to describe but I think it's pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/09082006122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/09082006122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bday boy sure loves his gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/09082006249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/09082006249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erm...cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that sort of sums up my JB trip...oh oh! 1 more thing, when we were coming back, major human jam in JB custom. Disgusting and disorderly. Everyone was just shoving each other and some were sweaty and yucky. Seeing that situation, we though there'd be a jam on e causeway. That was what alot of people warned me before my trip too. So guess what? We decided to walk along back. Yea, walk across the causway. Walk from Msia to Sg. And we did. It wasn't so bad. A short 15 min walk. Only lame thing was, there was NO jam. -_-" Road was pretty much clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what, next time I'm ever on a trip, I shall never listen to what others have to say anymore. Rather, I'll do things my way so if anything goes wrong, there's no one I can blame. Had enough of the mixed opinions I've been getting about stuff, like that time riding a train up to KL and now this causeway thingy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...realli, just 1 last thing regarding the trip...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/09082006241.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/09082006241.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/IMG_1338.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/IMG_1338.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I prefer MY phonebooth more. Airconditioned, looks more authentic and lizard free. Teehee.&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;And then I had school and driving on Thurs, Fri and today. Really no life la. Driving was pretty cool=) Got another instructor on Thurs and Fri. I was doing the lesson on traffic rules, so we went out for a drive. Haha, it rox man. Went around AMK, think we reached somewhere in Thomson also. I saw CHIJ St Nic's and supposedly Fann Wong's residential area. I mean, I can say I really drove now. He lemme cleared 2 lessons at 1 o on Fri too. So happy! Hehe, then today I was doing a review of what I've learned for the past few lessons(aka Stage 1). Acc. to e instructor who took me on Thurs and Fri, he said normally it takes abt 1-2 lessons to finish the review part. So I wasn't expecting much today. Got yet another new instructor today. I did the crank course on the circuit. Crank course is this short narrow road thats in the S-shape, meaning you must make yr turns very precisely and drive slow. And well, I suck miserably at it. Mount kerb 2x can. Coz I turn too late. Boohoo. And I was thinking, that's it man, I'm so gonna waste 2 lessons on the review. Went out for the drive later, again a proper drive. Things were pretty smooth on the road and I enjoy driving with speed. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, he lemme clear my review lesson and I actually did my next too! Woohoo! I was freaking happy when I saw the chop can. Wahahahaha, come on man...I'm aiming to clear my next stage by nxt nxt monday. Driving rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met up with &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. Cheryl brought me to this&lt;strong&gt; tcc&lt;/strong&gt; in raffles place area to nua. Nice place!!! Nice beanbags(which wldnt fit my butt). Fellow nua-ers aka Taitai and Fel, let's go there next time!=) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, oh I was doing one of my tut just now and I came across this-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The protists are an odd lot. They are lumped together in one kingdom because nobody knows what else to do with them."  &lt;/em&gt;Taken from a website. I think its very funny and I feel sorry for the protists. One day, when I become a renoun plant biologist, I will give you all a proper kingdom okies?? Promise=)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, Cher out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115537637966468592?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115537637966468592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115537637966468592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115537637966468592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115537637966468592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-pathetic-life-ah-well-week-1-down.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115503438174789931</id><published>2006-08-08T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:13.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Long Ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, wah I haven't updated since thursday. Loads happened but I have 14 mins to type it all out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Aug(Thurs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my dental appt after 1.5 yrs. Boy, did I get nagged at my dentist. I shall promise to be more consistent nxt time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Gek after that to get Joy's present. Was suppose to meet on Wed but she pangsehed me. We wanted to get 21 different things for Joy's 21st birthday and there wasn't really enough time. She had to go back school later but Kelvin appeared at the end to help us with the packing of some stuff. Then went ot meet Bro Wai and Joey to help them choose their gifts. Haha, I realise I don't think I really know people's likes and dislikes. So much for being a friend huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Lemongrass with Joy, Gek, Cheryl, Joey, Bro Wai, Kelvin and Charles. Thai food isn't exactly the top of my list. Haha but I got through it. In fact, some stuff were quite nice, like the green curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and went to work. Cabbed down which made me poorer my 14 bucks. Super irritating that they had to call me in the last min. And it was really a mistake coz I was so tired out walkin ard the whole day. Adrian was also damn tired so he came out to like steal a short nap. I was also on the verge of closing my eyes already so I slept for awhile too. I think I fell aslp so fast that when the CS called Ad in I didn't even hear! Lucky she let us off early, maybe she saw us koon-ing. Heh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Aug &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving. Eeeks! The instructor I got that day had a kiam-pa face(kpf). He seemed a little unfriendly too so I was kinda put off and he wore this super black sunglasses so I couldn't even see his eyeball. Abit difficult ot tell if he was irritated with me anot coz sometimes he sounds pissed but look as though he was smiling -.- He is abit the nigao can. We hit the pedestrian crossing and there were people. They passed my car but not done with the crossin yet and I moved off and kpf kinda like told me off saying that we should wait for them to finish 1st. Ok fine. Then nx round at the ped. crossing again, nobody but thought I shld stop just in case. And then kpf again told me off say nobody no need stop. Grrrrr. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ok la, later on he got better. He let me clear 2 lessons(which I'm v happy about).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Aziz to get Lionel's pres. We went round the whole place smelling perfume. I love Gorgio Armani's Code, smells very good!!! And interesting fact of the day: If you feel giddy from all the sweet smelling perfume, go grab a coffee or smell some coffee beans. It's true!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Aug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged to meet for lunch with Grace. Haven't caught up with her for a looongggg time man. But got a call in the morn from Bro Wai who asked mi to help him get pres for Sis Huie and Bro Tim. MnS and Raoul's vouchers k. No joke. Rauooooolllllll. Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifting? Or Gift thing? Hahah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Ichiban Boshi coz I wanted to eat Jap curry, in the end had a chicken and egg rice bowl. Didn't have much time. Went down church for YM and then rushed off to meet Amanda and Gek.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time the 4 PLs met wo Preet. Mud, we can survive wo you!!!! Haha. Ah well, Gek was super duper late. We actually planed to go New York New York but the queu was disgustingly long. Ended up in Changing Appetites and guess what I ate?? Jap curry. How ironic right. Hahah. Treated myself to a banana choc cake, but nothing beats awfully chocolate's 1 k!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad jam home coz fireworks was just over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th Aug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed morning prayer, rushed for usher's duty. Coz I was on usher's duty,I didn't get to talk to Joanne much. Pity. It was pretty fun doing duty with Pete though. We ended up talking about movies and stop our conv just before the people came. kinda funny, haha. Hmm, Jojo came over to help me for awhile. Tis gal is very cheeky, calls me a chilli. I must take a photo with her some day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a BOTT thank you dinner thing that night at swissotel Merchant Court. I was at the same table as Qi qi, Yongen, Chris, Lily, Abbey, Hannah, Megs, Grace and Adora. I tried an oversalty raw salmon. Eeeeewwww, gimme smoke salmon anytime can. The durian thingy was superb though. Love it. People like Christina and Peter dunoo what they are missing out in life!!! What a pity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/06082006222.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/06082006222.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start photowhoring after that. Haha prob got a lil high with the food. We actually went over to the riverside for awhile, but ahemz some kids were embarrassing themselves quite abit so we decided to go back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/06082006226.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/06082006226.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 crazy girls in matching attires&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/06082006223.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/06082006223.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pastor Will rox!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/06082006221.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/06082006221.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kids -.- Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/06082006229.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/320/06082006229.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro Wai's expression is so bruahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115503438174789931?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115503438174789931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115503438174789931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115503438174789931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115503438174789931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-long-ago-haha-wah-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115496658391613248</id><published>2006-08-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:13.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has started. I wish I could update this more often and there's a whole lot of backlog I haven't blogged. But there ain't no time. School. Driving.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be online less often. Email me if anything alright?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115496658391613248?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115496658391613248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115496658391613248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115496658391613248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115496658391613248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi-school-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115479137817847258</id><published>2006-08-05T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:12.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dunch really have the time to blog now...been having an overactive social life the past 3 days -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people are really just testing my fruits of the spirit. If I'm something called a &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;, then please let me feel that I'm one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115479137817847258?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115479137817847258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115479137817847258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115479137817847258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115479137817847258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/dunch-really-have-time-to-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115452173863621204</id><published>2006-08-02T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:12.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went on the road yesterday! Haha...sorry if I'm a lil too hyped up about my driving but its been a long time since I learned sth new. It's like eversince Sec 1, all my life was about education. I don't learn piano or what, so all I do is study. And I realise, now it's kinda hard for me to pick up things, or maybe I just have no confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I went for my 2nd and 3rd driving lesson on Mon and Tue. I got a diff instructor on Mon. I actually prefer my 1st instructor coz at least he tries to make a conversation(tho a lil distracting at times, haha). It's so odd 2 pple sittin in the car and its all quiet. Then...erm I did sharp turns on the 2nd lesson. Guess what, I didn't mount kerb! Wahahah. There was only once my car sorta hit the pavement coz I din realise I was not driving straight. Funny thing was, on Tues when I did the turns again, I mounted kerb 2x. Sian. But Tues was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got back my 1st instructor(which I was v happy about), he rems me which is good so he knows my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My first time driving in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got on to the road!!! Yayy. I got to move way faster than 20km/hr. Cooooollll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I did more stuff on the circuit instead of going round and round. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I think SSDC sucks. I thought I could get a test date once I started on the practicals. As it is, when you try to get a date now its already in mid nov. -_-" But NO!! I gotta complete my lessons 1st b4 I get a date, which means I can't take a test till like probably next yr Feb or sth. Stupid! So dumb can. I had everything all planned out, thinking I can get a date in Nov. But have to replain everything now. Which I did. I am chiong-ing all the way this month. Lessons almost everyday for the rest of the month. I have to complete at least 25 lessons, so I tried to book all at 1 go coz the slots go off really fast. Crappy place only allows me to book a certain no. of lessons. Shucks. I need 2 more lessons!!! Hoping a slot will pop up so I can be done by the month of Aug. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then my hp's earphones had a bit of problem, Jessie too. So we met and got it changed. After that, met Van and Caren yesterday coz sch's starting. Sad that only 4 of us could make it. We chalked up 100 bucks worth of bill in NYDC!!! 4 gals can. I wanted to treat myself to some good food. Havent eaten in a restaurant for a month. Goshhhh. I wanna go Big-O 1 of these days to eat their dessert. Anybody???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a lil 'high' after awhile and Jessie and Caren were cam whoring away big time. Buay tahan can. Haha. But oh its nice to meet those gals=) Glad that I'm still in contact with my JC pals actually because my social life in Uni sucks and I don't intend to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Van were on a bus and we were just casually talking about a fren. It's like I can nv comprehend how some people choose to walk in and out of our lives just as THEY wish. It's like they are controlling MY social circle, contacting me out of their convinience. I think that sucks. I seriously dislike people who just come look for me when they are free, and when they are not, these people just choose to be MIA. Like if you can't make time for me, why should I? I mentioned that if it's things like exams, I understand coz that's a passing phase. But if it's work, are you gonna give up all your friends just for that? Because work is not just a passing phase you know. You will be working for the rest of your life till you are 55. And by the time you wanna turn back and look for you close frens, I'm sorry to say we won't be there anymore. Then again, it comes back to this philosophy-it takes all kinds of people to make the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly happier note, we're celebrating Joy's bday tmr, with a bunch of Rockers. Lemongrass! Haha it's Thai and she likes it, so YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till nxt time!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115452173863621204?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115452173863621204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115452173863621204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115452173863621204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115452173863621204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-went-on-road-yesterday-haha_02.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115452173785621217</id><published>2006-08-02T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:12.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went on the road yesterday! Haha...sorry if I'm a lil too hyped up about my driving but its been a long time since I learned sth new. It's like eversince Sec 1, all my life was about education. I don't learn piano or what, so all I do is study. And I realise, now it's kinda hard for me to pick up things, or maybe I just have no confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I went for my 2nd and 3rd driving lesson on Mon and Tue. I got a diff instructor on Mon. I actually prefer my 1st instructor coz at least he tries to make a conversation(tho a lil distracting at times, haha). It's so odd 2 pple sittin in the car and its all quiet. Then...erm I did sharp turns on the 2nd lesson. Guess what, I didn't mount kerb! Wahahah. There was only once my car sorta hit the pavement coz I din realise I was not driving straight. Funny thing was, on Tues when I did the turns again, I mounted kerb 2x. Sian. But Tues was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got back my 1st instructor(which I was v happy about), he rems me which is good so he knows my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My first time driving in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got on to the road!!! Yayy. I got to move way faster than 20km/hr. Cooooollll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I did more stuff on the circuit instead of going round and round. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I think SSDC sucks. I thought I could get a test date once I started on the practicals. As it is, when you try to get a date now its already in mid nov. -_-" But NO!! I gotta complete my lessons 1st b4 I get a date, which means I can't take a test till like probably next yr Feb or sth. Stupid! So dumb can. I had everything all planned out, thinking I can get a date in Nov. But have to replain everything now. Which I did. I am chiong-ing all the way this month. Lessons almost everyday for the rest of the month. I have to complete at least 25 lessons, so I tried to book all at 1 go coz the slots go off really fast. Crappy place only allows me to book a certain no. of lessons. Shucks. I need 2 more lessons!!! Hoping a slot will pop up so I can be done by the month of Aug. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then my hp's earphones had a bit of problem, Jessie too. So we met and got it changed. After that, met Van and Caren yesterday coz sch's starting. Sad that only 4 of us could make it. We chalked up 100 bucks worth of bill in NYDC!!! 4 gals can. I wanted to treat myself to some good food. Havent eaten in a restaurant for a month. Goshhhh. I wanna go Big-O 1 of these days to eat their dessert. Anybody???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a lil 'high' after awhile and Jessie and Caren were cam whoring away big time. Buay tahan can. Haha. But oh its nice to meet those gals=) Glad that I'm still in contact with my JC pals actually because my social life in Uni sucks and I don't intend to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Van were on a bus and we were just casually talking about a fren. It's like I can nv comprehend how some people choose to walk in and out of our lives just as THEY wish. It's like they are controlling MY social circle, contacting me out of their convinience. I think that sucks. I seriously dislike people who just come look for me when they are free, and when they are not, these people just choose to be MIA. Like if you can't make time for me, why should I? I mentioned that if it's things like exams, I understand coz that's a passing phase. But if it's work, are you gonna give up all your friends just for that? Because work is not just a passing phase you know. You will be working for the rest of your life till you are 55. And by the time you wanna turn back and look for you close frens, I'm sorry to say we won't be there anymore. Then again, it comes back to this philosophy-it takes all kinds of people to make the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly happier note, we're celebrating Joy's bday tmr, with a bunch of Rockers. Lemongrass! Haha it's Thai and she likes it, so YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till nxt time!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115452173785621217?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115452173785621217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115452173785621217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115452173785621217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115452173785621217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-went-on-road-yesterday-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115426872965097829</id><published>2006-07-30T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:12.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOTT, CEJ, PMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry(to my blog, and my avid readers out there, if any) for the disappearing act. Man..this post is long overdue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On church:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been zipping up and down Chinatown for 4 consecutive days. Just a little background on BOTT(Because of The Times). A conference for pastors and leaders desiring to be 21st century apostolic influences. Well, someone actually told me it was gonna be a rather &lt;em&gt;cheem&lt;/em&gt; event.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, from this point onwards, it is purely in MY OWN opinion already. If anything is not right, its coz I percieved it wrongly. Clear?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I thought it will be this really 'deep' event where they talk about 'deep' stuff. I don't know how to describe 'deep' but you get what i mean. It turns out that it seemed like a series of sermons. I think I was expecting sth like a discussion. Like, forgive me, I nv saw a single BOTT video before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and I was on usher duty from Wed morn(as mentioned before), Thurs morn, Fri morn and nite, Sat nite and Sun morn. Yes, it was pretty crazy. Been a long time I woke up at like 7+. Initially I wasn't on duty on Fri nite and Sat nite, so I was thinking I could go to the conference as a reciever but nay. It feels like a long time since I went down to the altar man.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My duty's not that difficult. Basically just greeting the people, directing them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The good-&lt;/strong&gt;There's a sense of satisfaction when the people greet you back sincerely and how some of them actually remember you. There's a couple who actually bothered looking at my name tag to know my name and there are some who can actually pronounce my name correctly!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bad-&lt;/strong&gt;Times when I have to smile even when I'm tired and when I wasn't in the best of moods(Read: PMS). Greeting people and they don't see you.(Coz the music's too loud and they don't hear you)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sermons were good and fired up. I can only remember some of the sermons though-It's Time, Bread and Our Heritage. I mean the speakers were definitelly good. I tried to listen up but at times its a little distracting with people walking out, people coming in late etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a little surprise how some people can come so late knowing full well what time the conferences start. Don't they ever feel embarrassed walking in so late when everyone's already sitted down? It's either you come or you don't. A little(ok, actually more than just a little) disappointed how some people couldn't come, never come, didn't bother to come, said will come but never came.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was CEJ. Cool! Many visitors. I think we were expecting more people to recieve the HG, can't realy remember what we prayed for previously. I was doing registration, just like last year. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just wished there was a little more coordination. So that the people below will do what they have to do and not piss people off. I remember saying the same things on my first usher duty too, so that's tat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On other stuff:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Fel to look for Aziz's present on Thursday and then we met for dinner at Pizza Hut. Service sucks, servings sucks. Haha I won't be returning to PH for a long long time. We went over to Cathay coz I've never been there before and wow, someone booked the whole BnJ outlet for some celebrations. Cool idea! Sat around at the 5th level to do some catching up and took a whole bunch of sillyphotos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/27072006184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/27072006184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/27072006181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/27072006181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/27072006030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/27072006030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! I got my PDL too...hehehe so I can go on the road soon! Yayy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on Thurs when I got back, which was actually like 12am odd(I know its late), had to walk home. Was walkin in the lane to my house and I saw this guy walking out. I was blasting music from my phone so I didn't know he talked to me till we were like face to face. At first I was purely kinda irritated because I wanted to get home asap. Then I took off my earphones and he was already midway in his sentence. Sth about him being lost/or lost his wallet and needed money. He looked sweaty and seems to be panting a little la. I was contemplating if I should just said no and walk away but felt a little heartless la. And I had the impression I have a $2 and a $5 notes in my wallet so I took it out ot check. I mean I was thinkin give him a $2 or $5 at most loh, even if he is a swindler or what not. But turns out I have onli 2 $10. And then my mum suddenly came out from the lane and shouted. That was what freaked me out. She came and brought me back home and I think the guy was still standing there or sth but I didn't dare to turn back. Apparently the guy came to my house just now and pressed on the doorbell. My dad was standing at the door trying to figure out who he was and then the guy, according to them, ran away. So they must hav thought I was in some danger or sth and my mum ran out. Scare me can. It's not the guy who freaked me out, it's my mum. I know she's concerned about me but when she shouted my heart really jumped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday night, i took a cab home from S'goon mrt after church coz my pumps were killing me. Was a merc cab. Was a rather old malay driver(old as in 30+?). I got on and he started talking non-stop. Ask me where I came from. Told him church, then ask if Im a christian or catholic, ask how come Friday go church. Ask me to sing him a christian song(Damn him). Ask my why don't go City Harvest. Ask me why I am going to this church. Ask me to go City Harvest with him(!!!!). So, I asked him to come my church la. And he shut up for awhile. Oh, asked me something about my school hours -.- Well if there's somebody who's willing to be my personal chauffer I really don't mind you know?? Ah, wat the heck. Wat a ride.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about it for now. It's one more week before school starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115426872965097829?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115426872965097829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115426872965097829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115426872965097829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115426872965097829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/07/bott-cej-pms-im-sorryto-my-blog-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115391736575287221</id><published>2006-07-26T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:11.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give a Fann smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically what I did for about 2+ hours today. Not continously of course. And definitely not as pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had my first driving lesson yesterday night. My collegue says I'm very brave(-.-) to take a night slot for the first time. Ok, it wasn't as traumatic as I expected it to be. I didn't knock into anything, managed to start the car. I just suck at turning. Not v sure how much to steer the wheel, and when to start steering. Thankfully, my instructor was a v nice guy. *phew* Very patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think CSI Miami rocks. It's so good that I'm willing to stay up till 2am to watch it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/22072006170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/22072006170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/14072006159-001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/14072006159-001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/summer_06_050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/summer_06_050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/1600/1727236454.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7267/264/400/1727236454.0.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/7538296-115391736575287221?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115391736575287221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115391736575287221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115391736575287221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115391736575287221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/07/give-fann-smile-thats-basically-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115380287055763461</id><published>2006-07-25T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:11.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's depressing...sorry eh been reading some not so happy stuff and it just gets to you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's been awhile since I updated. Just a brief one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had GAP on Saturday at Palawan. It rained big time for awhile and there were huge bunches of people going to Sentosa. Seriously, Singapore sucks in the sense that we have nowhere to go and everyone just goes to the same place. Had fun, in one way or the other. Left to meet the AJ people for Van's birthday. I was back at glasshouse for the 2nd time in the week and this time, there was a blackout. Exciting place huh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left earlier and gave Girrafe a miss coz of ch the next day. I woke up surprised that I wasn't aching as much as I expected myself to. Couldn't stay for TF Tenny's sermon coz I made plans to meet up with the Cornellians. A buncha US unis came together for Experience 2006, some sort a uni fair for students. We were basically there to disturb the Cornellians at their booth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home feeling really, abosutely, superbly tired. Slept at 10pm only to wake at 9am the next day and I slept again in the noon. Was aching terribly and exhausted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm all better now but busy days ahead. Will be going for my 1st driving tonight and then off to work till 7am and then gotta go church for duties at 715am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where'd you go...I miss you so..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115380287055763461?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115380287055763461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115380287055763461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115380287055763461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115380287055763461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/07/lifes-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115370644003952745</id><published>2006-07-24T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:11.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shucks. I am damn tired even though I'e slept for 11 hr plus. I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115370644003952745?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115370644003952745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115370644003952745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115370644003952745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115370644003952745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/07/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115336768737062358</id><published>2006-07-20T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:11.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's Charles' swordfish?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruahahahah. I'm sorry if that sounded random to you coz after yesterday night, it's no longer random to me and the swordfish gang. Bruahahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got out of my house yesterday. Got a little less bored. Was suppose to work, but as usual it was cancelled. Not that I mind actually. I had made plans with &lt;strong&gt;Adrian&lt;/strong&gt; to go out before that then head for work tgt. Still went ahead with meeting him though didn't have to go work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopped over to Fish &amp; Co. where a bunch of us celebrated &lt;strong&gt;Kelvin's&lt;/strong&gt; bday. &lt;strong&gt;PJ&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; were already there then me and &lt;strong&gt;Charles&lt;/strong&gt; came. &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Brenda&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sharon&lt;/strong&gt; brought in a blindfolded KP later, all the way from PS's mrt!!! Hahaha before KP was blindfolded, he actually told them NOT to bring him to the road junction but they did, and an accident almost happened. What irony.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in, we sang him a birthday song, the Fish crew sang him one. He seemed a little stunned hahahaah. Super cute. Bren who was filming the whole thing asked him how he found the surprise. He said &lt;em&gt;'Yes&lt;/em&gt;' Hahah, like yes to what??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled down for dinner later and under Bren's magnificent suggestion, Peter order some cajun salmon thing while Charles ordered swordfish collar. And this is when all the craziness started. All our food came xcept for Charles but he told us to eat first and thank God we did. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the WHOLE table finished our food, his food still wasn't here yet! Poor thing. Then Peter suggested something goondu-Ask someone to go up on stage and ask for Charles' swordfish. We were thinking since Kelvin's the star, he should do it and hahaha as expected, he was spontaneous enough to do it. He went up to tell the lead singer and even she was tickled by it that she laughed while singing. Haha and when she finished the song, she asked Kel to up on stage to sing instead. OMG...the guitarist played some random tune and Kel was actually waiting for an appropriate time to come in and sang, as though he was really singing a song. And he went &lt;em&gt;'Charles, where is your swordfish? To the kitchen crew, where is Charles' swordfish?'&lt;/em&gt; Damn hilarious. Our whole table just flipped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fish did finally come in the end hahah in 3 huge pieces that look like KFC chicken.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles: &lt;em&gt;'No wonder it took so long...they went over to KFC to buy'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Lesson 1 of the day : Don't ever listen to Brenda.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left a note for the crew members showing our appreciation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Fish &amp; Co. crew members&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(especially the kitchen crew)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love the food and the polite service. The music rocks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Better late than never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully the swordfish moves 2x as fast when its dead than alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be back...swordfish part II..stay tuned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The swordfish gang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I so have to get the photo of the note from Lynn and put it up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115336768737062358?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115336768737062358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115336768737062358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115336768737062358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115336768737062358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheres-charles-swordfish-bruahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538296.post-115324056449722039</id><published>2006-07-19T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:06:10.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Utterly Bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like bored to the max with a capital B. Gosh. Been home the whole day and I've read, surfed the net, slept, ate, bathed and did almost everything else I could have done at home. I know I can pack, but I'm not motivated enough to do so yet. And I don't really have the wish to go anywhere too coz I deem Singapore too boring.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting thing I ever do now is probably daydream. And I am seirous about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just some updates since I came back....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Missed out on Youth Meeting and ch svc coz I was sick. I slept for 12hrs from Sat to Sun though that's not a record yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Finally got dragged to see a doc coz my dad was scaring me with dengue fever -.- 38.4 deg C. Alright la.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Became way better after the med and was up and kicking till 3am packing my wardobe. Hoh! I haven't really cleared my cupboard since Sec 1 can. Cleared up 2 bags of clothes and now my wardrobe is emptier and wayyyy neater. So proud of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Oh, finally booked my first driving practical lesson. Can't start immeditately though. My first lesson's on 25th Jul 850PM *faints* I couldn't get a better slot. Hopefully no screw ups.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Going Bangkok from 1st-4th Sept. I noe, crazy right. I'm still having school. But I'm sick of life currently la. Wanna do sth more exciting. Am following my mum and her colleagues, which also translates to an all-expenses-paid trip. Hah. But judging from my wardrobe(after clearing it), I don't really need alot more clothes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I actually lost weight after the trip. Guess the falling sick was a blessing in disguise. Hahaha. I have returned to what I was before I left for Cornell. Teehee, away with my overly stubborn winter fats! Ok la, not alot but make me happy can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Weather's killing me. I'm breaking out in rash. Dammit!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I am still suffering from the WC withdrawal syndrome =( There's nothing new on FIFA site now, ST's sports section has shrunk. I've got nothing exciting to check out on now. Dinho's gone on holiday and I wish I could follow. SIGH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I CANNOT put up photos now *rarrrrrr*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538296-115324056449722039?l=nylrehc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/feeds/115324056449722039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538296&amp;postID=115324056449722039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115324056449722039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538296/posts/default/115324056449722039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylrehc.blogspot.com/2006/07/utterly-bored-i-am-like-bored-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>The Only One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087604004746753019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
