<?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-8295665253926834069</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:02:00.770+08:00</updated><category term='it&apos;s the simple things in life that really makes you smile(:'/><category term='it meant nothing'/><category term='screw school'/><category term='maybe i&apos;m lucky enough i didn&apos;t swallow my toothpaste'/><category term='friends are loved. (:'/><category term='school&apos;s starting'/><category term='i love my dearie (:'/><category term='rainny sunny day'/><category term='children are angels and devils at the same time'/><category term='can somebody just be a clown for me now?'/><category term='sometimes sadness can be covered up by silly things'/><category term='i&apos;ve learnt to let go'/><category term='i&apos;m starting to love school(:'/><category term='the wake up call'/><category term='fuming now'/><category term='friends are just temporary people who lingers around you'/><category term='i want to start school(:'/><category term='friends are forever.'/><category term='i want to believe that humans are born kind'/><category term='thanks uncle ah ben ben'/><category term='i don&apos;t deny that i&apos;m in love (:'/><category term='all i want is a &quot;thank you&quot;'/><category term='please come back soon'/><category term='holidays are over-ing'/><category term='i love school(:'/><category term='my green friend.'/><category term='halloween (:'/><category term='the light shining through the darkness'/><category term='i miss everybody'/><category term='the only people who will stand by you are your family and boyfriend'/><category term='happy happy day(:'/><category term='it&apos;s time to move on..'/><category term='it&apos;s your turn now.'/><category term='strangers are friends we haven&apos;t met'/><category term='who&apos;s there for me?'/><category term='joining KE is the best thing in NP (:'/><title type='text'>LOVES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-7394360505490629043</id><published>2010-03-19T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:39:42.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hi all, i've moved.&lt;br /&gt;http://honey-coated-love.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;link or not to link,&lt;br /&gt;visit or not to vist,&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7394360505490629043?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7394360505490629043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7394360505490629043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7394360505490629043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7394360505490629043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-all-ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-3539145142754847050</id><published>2010-03-14T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:00:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty promises are as good as lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tags replies.&lt;br /&gt;tingy: there you go, your thank you post.&lt;br /&gt;adeline: i prefer calling it kiap kiap!&lt;br /&gt;passerby: thanks!&lt;br /&gt;tiffany: of course la. laopo mah. (:&lt;br /&gt;xue: yea she told me so too. and, unless you have a guilty conscience, otherwise you wouldn't think that way. replied you over sms alr.&lt;br /&gt;adeline: of course la. you're one of my dearest. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;work at iluma.&lt;br /&gt;did opening alone.&lt;br /&gt;was damn blur today.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to switch on the lights,&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to close the machine cover,&lt;br /&gt;i imagined that there are more knifes in the shop,&lt;br /&gt;i keep forgetting what i wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;germaine caught my mistakes and she kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;she was so proud of her smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;you should see her classic reactions when there is a smoothie order.&lt;br /&gt;her eyes literally light up.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ended work and accompanied Germaine for her break.&lt;br /&gt;had yogurt while she ate her home packed food.&lt;br /&gt;homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;it's an extremely heart wrenching day today.&lt;br /&gt;you failed to keep your promise.&lt;br /&gt;you didn't even manage to carry it out in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick and tired of all these.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the trust that we built up over the years?&lt;br /&gt;it's all gone now.&lt;br /&gt;your friends matter more than building up the trust i have for you.&lt;br /&gt;they matter more to you than keeping your promise to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not angry, i'm just upset.&lt;br /&gt;being upset and disappoint is worse than being angry.&lt;br /&gt;at least,&lt;br /&gt;anger allows you to vent it on things.&lt;br /&gt;but being upset and disappointed doesn't go away that easily.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;our relationship is just like a ladder.&lt;br /&gt;a shaky ladder, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;the first few steps are uncertain,&lt;br /&gt;and hence, you exercise caution while being on it.&lt;br /&gt;as you climb higher,&lt;br /&gt;your confidence build up.&lt;br /&gt;and when the ladder finally gives way,&lt;br /&gt;you fall further down.&lt;br /&gt;that's how i'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-3539145142754847050?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3539145142754847050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=3539145142754847050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3539145142754847050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3539145142754847050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/03/empty-promises-are-as-good-as-lies.html' title='empty promises are as good as lies.'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-482902185738921276</id><published>2010-03-13T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:12:58.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocrites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before i start with my post,&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;beryl low wei ting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for being such an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sister.&lt;br /&gt;though she's extremely annoying sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;but she's always there for me,&lt;br /&gt;listening to my sorrows and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;love you tingy dear.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;just came back after watching Breakout with baby dee at esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up for the show.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go for the next one. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;work at Woodlands Ring Secondary school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;sold chocolates with aunty again.&lt;br /&gt;sales was so good that we sold out for most of the items.&lt;br /&gt;record breaking sales ever.&lt;br /&gt;aunty gave me ritter sport chocolate, gummy bears, and 2 boxes of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;she was really nice and funny la.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me if i smelt something nice,&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't smell anything.&lt;br /&gt;after awhile she realised that it was my perfume.&lt;br /&gt;and then she asked:&lt;br /&gt;aunty: you used perfume is it?&lt;br /&gt;me: yup, why?&lt;br /&gt;aunty: very nice leh. what brand ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: DKNY. it's the green apple&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; be-delicious&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;aunty: Ohh. expensive?&lt;br /&gt;me: quite. i couldn't bear to buy it despite wanting it so much. and my best friend bought it for me for christmas  last year.&lt;br /&gt;aunty: WAH YOUR FRIEND SO GOOD. YOUNGSTERS THESE DAYS VERY GOOD TO EACH OTHER AH.&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha, she's my laopo mah.&lt;br /&gt;aunty: AIYO, CLOSE UNTIL CAN MARRY EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;laughed non stop.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe,&lt;br /&gt;thanks laopo for the perfume. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;hypocrite: a person who professes beliefs and opinions that he or she does not hold in order to conceal his or her real feelings or motives.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's a fact that everybody practice hipocrisy at some point of time in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;towards certain people, and for certain reasons,&lt;br /&gt;such behaviour is shown.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion,&lt;br /&gt;if i dislike somebody and i bitch about that person,&lt;br /&gt;it is unlikely that i will ask that person out to catch up,&lt;br /&gt;or some shopping trip or gathering.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;i obviously dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;so why should i make myself miserable by spending time with you,&lt;br /&gt;and then getting annoyed by your actions and after that,&lt;br /&gt;i'll bitch about you again.&lt;br /&gt;sadly enough,&lt;br /&gt;most people do that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why do some people behave like this.&lt;br /&gt;for example,&lt;br /&gt;you bitch to me about this particular person,&lt;br /&gt;and claim that you can't tolerate her nonsense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and then the next thing i know,&lt;br /&gt;you're blogging about an outing that you've enjoyed so much with that particular person.&lt;br /&gt;posting pictures&lt;br /&gt;and then after that,&lt;br /&gt;you come and bitch to me about things that the person did.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;if you really dislike him/her so much,&lt;br /&gt;why bother asking that person out?&lt;br /&gt;or why even bother going out with that person?&lt;br /&gt;if i really dislike somebody,&lt;br /&gt;and that person has successfully made me hate him/her,&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't even bother going out with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;and it's true.&lt;br /&gt;i made all sorts of excuses to avoid meeting this particular person.&lt;br /&gt;the sight of him/her annoys the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;i know that another particular person doesn't like me because of something that i did not even do.&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;you can carry on maligning.&lt;br /&gt;because in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;you are not even someone that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;to the extent,&lt;br /&gt;if something tragic happened to you,&lt;br /&gt;i won't even be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;you will get your retribution.&lt;br /&gt;and since you tell others how much you dislike me,&lt;br /&gt;why did you even bother telling me how much you care for me?&lt;br /&gt;and if i needed someone you'll always be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;give me a break you hypocritical bitch.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;another one,&lt;br /&gt;she blogged about things that were obviously referring to me.&lt;br /&gt;and she made use of me for her own selfish desires.&lt;br /&gt;she told me that she regarded me as a very close friend,&lt;br /&gt;someone like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;she bitched about me to others,&lt;br /&gt;and obviously in her blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;what do you call this?&lt;br /&gt;i call this being a two faced bitch.&lt;br /&gt;which also means, a hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;she claimed that i'm her close friend right?&lt;br /&gt;but my boyfriend matters more to her than me.&lt;br /&gt;in various situations,&lt;br /&gt;she obviously preferred having my boyfriend around than me.&lt;br /&gt;and she'll only ask my boyfriend out, not me.&lt;br /&gt;what rubbish is this, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i admit,&lt;br /&gt;i, myself, am a hypocrite sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we get hypocritical to prevent unwanted situations to happen.&lt;br /&gt;it's something like a white lie.&lt;br /&gt;but when i do bitch about someone,&lt;br /&gt;i definitely don't go and act close to them .&lt;br /&gt;neither will i organise outings with them or initiate contact.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of allowing myself to suffer in their presence just puts me off.&lt;br /&gt;people,&lt;br /&gt;just give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;don't come bitching to me about others,&lt;br /&gt;and then act happy and close to them.&lt;br /&gt;it's just plain disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-482902185738921276?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/482902185738921276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=482902185738921276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/482902185738921276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/482902185738921276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/03/hypocrites.html' title='hypocrites'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-3242799916310627087</id><published>2010-03-11T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:19:21.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suntanning with adeline and baby dee.&lt;br /&gt;met up at outram park mrt station before heading down to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP9fnC4cI/AAAAAAAAA9M/T9Q1e-elyRU/s1600-h/100309_133237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP9fnC4cI/AAAAAAAAA9M/T9Q1e-elyRU/s320/100309_133237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447050929692139970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP86hcu1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/xCSx97nJSwM/s1600-h/100309_131824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP86hcu1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/xCSx97nJSwM/s320/100309_131824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447050919736556370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;and i prepared potato salad and mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP-BqxjiI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-7JL-EC_cHs/s1600-h/100309_142254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP-BqxjiI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-7JL-EC_cHs/s320/100309_142254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447050938834587170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and the sun was BURNING hot.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP-nNLreI/AAAAAAAAA9c/zArN5-7WvKE/s1600-h/100309_150729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP-nNLreI/AAAAAAAAA9c/zArN5-7WvKE/s320/100309_150729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447050948911017442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline emo,&lt;br /&gt;because i'm so far away from her.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fRkkaMOKI/AAAAAAAAA9s/lPbKfNNHaNs/s1600-h/100309_153522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fRkkaMOKI/AAAAAAAAA9s/lPbKfNNHaNs/s320/100309_153522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447052700506929314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee drew a tortoise on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was intelligent to add the eyes and the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;both of them laughed at me after that,&lt;br /&gt;because the tortoise is meant to be facing downwards.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and then we went for some luge thing,&lt;br /&gt;it was horrifying la.&lt;br /&gt;so scary.&lt;br /&gt;washed up after that,&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;baby dee followed us,&lt;br /&gt;but he left for dinner elsewhere with his flying instructor.&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;we had chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fRkdHYsuI/AAAAAAAAA9k/d92GSrpj2rU/s1600-h/100309_183058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fRkdHYsuI/AAAAAAAAA9k/d92GSrpj2rU/s320/100309_183058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447052698549007074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 dollars chicken rice per person.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;after dinner,&lt;br /&gt;adeline and i went tiong bahru to kiap.&lt;br /&gt;such a pleasant experience luh!&lt;br /&gt;we met really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;even the arcade aunty who has a "i-go-by-the-book&lt;i-go-law-by-law&gt;-face" helped us to 'cheat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline caught a melody stuffed toy for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's super cute you know!&lt;br /&gt;it walks!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;we went home feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;baby dee waited for me at the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn shocked to see him there la!&lt;br /&gt;showed him the melody,&lt;br /&gt;and he thought it was adorable too.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;i love you la adeline. (:&lt;br /&gt;our next date,&lt;br /&gt;31st march!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;my ear piercing.&lt;br /&gt;i googled and it's called the 'snug'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i-go-law-by-law&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP7wl1xII/AAAAAAAAA88/KiG4hg6URAM/s1600-h/100308_185030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP7wl1xII/AAAAAAAAA88/KiG4hg6URAM/s320/100308_185030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447050899890750594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to remove the stud and replace it with a bigger stud.&lt;br /&gt;but it kinda hurts,&lt;br /&gt;so i don't really have the guts to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just leave it alone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-3242799916310627087?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3242799916310627087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=3242799916310627087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3242799916310627087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3242799916310627087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunny-island.html' title='sunny island'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5fP9fnC4cI/AAAAAAAAA9M/T9Q1e-elyRU/s72-c/100309_133237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-523822052037417805</id><published>2010-03-07T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:21:02.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;my bad habit again.&lt;br /&gt;charmaine: of course, she's my wife. (: duh. rapers shouldn't even exist la. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;tingie : love you la. (:&lt;br /&gt;hui hui: no worries. i'm okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;adeline : so fierce for what sia you. ):&lt;br /&gt;amanda : HELLO. i'll link you. (:&lt;br /&gt;xueryl : yup!&lt;br /&gt;tiffany : DUH. he's like super duper cute lah. even YOU agree. AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;adeline : HEHEHE. LET'S GO KIAP ON TUES! DON'T TELL XQ. :X&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;today is going to be a damn boring day.&lt;br /&gt;tingie's going for paramore's concert,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be trapped at home cos one of us HAS to be at home, always.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;this sucks lah.&lt;br /&gt;hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-523822052037417805?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/523822052037417805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=523822052037417805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/523822052037417805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/523822052037417805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/03/tags.html' title='Tags'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-5825069908706634098</id><published>2010-03-06T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:39:08.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffed happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;if i were to set up a shop,&lt;br /&gt;i'll open a kiap kiap shop.&lt;br /&gt;it's extremely profitable luh!&lt;br /&gt;those machines are like money grabbers.&lt;br /&gt;and it's kinda addictive too.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;who can stop with just one try?&lt;br /&gt;you'll definitely be tempted to carry on playing till you get that damn toy!&lt;br /&gt;and the hello kitty pot i won from kiap kiap with CS and xinyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8Y8Z7giI/AAAAAAAAA8k/k2BeuRqGTDE/s1600-h/100223_151115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8Y8Z7giI/AAAAAAAAA8k/k2BeuRqGTDE/s320/100223_151115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445551667417940514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so cute right?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;the handphone keychaines that the guy in the shop gave.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;i attempted to catch it,&lt;br /&gt;but failed after spending 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;and he 'dropped' all these inside the box. (:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8YZxEZyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ce_HxjjLsM4/s1600-h/100222_135000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8YZxEZyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ce_HxjjLsM4/s320/100222_135000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445551658119751458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ADORABLE RIGHT OMG.&lt;br /&gt;irresistable lah!&lt;br /&gt;gave it away to CS, xinyi, laopo, tingy, and emm's one is still with me!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;few weeks ago,&lt;br /&gt;i helped my sister to wash her beloved stuffed toy.&lt;br /&gt;it's 11 years old this year.&lt;br /&gt;it came from the macdonalds hello kitty craze.&lt;br /&gt;and she's super attached to him.&lt;br /&gt;his name is xiao di.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;before washing.&lt;br /&gt;extremely grey, dusty, and DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8XPWt6ZI/AAAAAAAAA8E/bk7xMSw0_iU/s1600-h/100205_172053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8XPWt6ZI/AAAAAAAAA8E/bk7xMSw0_iU/s320/100205_172053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445551638145001874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;after soaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8XlJwFrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VlilDBuJRXs/s1600-h/100205_172355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8XlJwFrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VlilDBuJRXs/s320/100205_172355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445551643996198578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit whiter after adding bleach.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8YP8DzLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/PoIK1Kqk_g8/s1600-h/100206_132406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J8YP8DzLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/PoIK1Kqk_g8/s320/100206_132406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445551655481494706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang him up to dry!&lt;br /&gt;so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it's so old that the hair is no longer there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and he has holes in his pants.&lt;br /&gt;and mummy sewed a button on his shirt because it broke.&lt;br /&gt;so poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and of course,&lt;br /&gt;i have my little cutie too.&lt;br /&gt;his name is cookie.&lt;br /&gt;and he's the first present i received from baby dee!&lt;br /&gt;cookie is 5 years old this year.&lt;br /&gt;half a decade old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J9E8oHFVI/AAAAAAAAA8s/SzHtx6x6jbA/s1600-h/100206_112155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J9E8oHFVI/AAAAAAAAA8s/SzHtx6x6jbA/s320/100206_112155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445552423391663442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams!*&lt;br /&gt;he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J9FMSIxII/AAAAAAAAA80/5hq0GGANI_s/s1600-h/DSC03966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S5J9FMSIxII/AAAAAAAAA80/5hq0GGANI_s/s320/DSC03966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445552427594466434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laopo took this picture last year!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why am i posting this weird post on stuffed toys.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;brief update.&lt;br /&gt;life's been quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;revolving around work, stoning at home, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;went out with ellene that day.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to have dessert buffet at ion orchard, swensens!&lt;br /&gt;had a HARD time looking for the swensens.&lt;br /&gt;it's located at a damn ulu section la.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;it's damn big and empty when we went there.&lt;br /&gt;after touring the dessert section,&lt;br /&gt;we decided to give the buffet a miss,&lt;br /&gt;and eat their normal main course instead.&lt;br /&gt;we felt quite dumb after that because we could have met up at an ordinary swensens that is located near our homes.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;we talked and talked and talked,&lt;br /&gt;and we filled each other up with 2 years worth of updating.&lt;br /&gt;eventually ended up at pasir ris to pierce our ears!&lt;br /&gt;finally had enough courage and motivation to pierce the bone inside my ear.&lt;br /&gt;i like it very much!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;though it hurts alot.&lt;br /&gt;ellene couldn't make up her mind on whether to pierce or not.&lt;br /&gt;judging from the way i said 'OUCH!',&lt;br /&gt;she decided against piercing the bone,&lt;br /&gt;and she had the top of her ear pierced instead.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;roamed around whitesands and bought adorable earrings.&lt;br /&gt;back to tampines and bought her book.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet dearest adeline,&lt;br /&gt;cancelled in the end.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well,&lt;br /&gt;suntanning next tues! can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;really had a great day with her!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;thurs&lt;br /&gt;tingy fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;i think i spreaded my sickness to her.&lt;br /&gt;accompanied her to the doctor,&lt;br /&gt;and we had mac breakfast while waiting for her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mummy doesn't know that i brought her for macdonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was very late by the time she collected her medicine.&lt;br /&gt;flagged a cab and sent her home before going to work at iluma.&lt;br /&gt;mabel came down in the morning and accompanied me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;she went off for work at parkway.&lt;br /&gt;so funny la she.&lt;br /&gt;the day passed and baby dee came to pick me up from work.&lt;br /&gt;had some little squabbles on our way to school.&lt;br /&gt;but everything turned out alright eventually.&lt;br /&gt;he accompanied me to school to collect tickets for SCC's concert.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner in school,&lt;br /&gt;and he was envying the wide variety of food my school has.&lt;br /&gt;went off to e!hub to catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;watched that jack neo show,&lt;br /&gt;the one about slimming centres.&lt;br /&gt;don't waste your money on it!&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, it's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;it was a damn boring day.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i stoned the whole day away at home.&lt;br /&gt;didn't even bother to eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;met mummy for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;homed,&lt;br /&gt;was on the standby mode to accompany ellene for drinking session because she wasn't feeling too happy. ):&lt;br /&gt;eventually she didn't call me back.&lt;br /&gt;ellene i hope you're okay!&lt;br /&gt;watched tv and did 100 sit ups before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i will and i must get my figure back.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fat now.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;as usual,&lt;br /&gt;stoned the morning away.&lt;br /&gt;met laopo in the evening for dinner and yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;off to school we went for SCC's concert.&lt;br /&gt;and i was going gaga overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.............&lt;br /&gt;laopo you know who la huh.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;had ramen ten for dinner and homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;a siberian husky puppy was roaming around while i was walking home.&lt;br /&gt;it's damn cute la!&lt;br /&gt;and it sniffed my feet and followed me a little.&lt;br /&gt;it's owner was following it on a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;so cute la.&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;baby's clubbing now!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy life la.&lt;br /&gt;he's celebrating cos he passed his flying test and he's getting his license.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;it's a damn good day.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-5825069908706634098?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5825069908706634098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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wanted to meet me for dessert buffet.&lt;br /&gt;so yup,&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna bring me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;supposed to make a trip down to school today.&lt;br /&gt;but for several reasons,&lt;br /&gt;it's postponed to tmr.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness Gary is okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;shall go down to school after work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;to end,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everybody's concern,&lt;br /&gt;and laopo please get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7642134517193978226?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7642134517193978226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-3049307759362890017</id><published>2010-03-03T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:56:04.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uh huh,&lt;br /&gt;i AM pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;feeling so fucked up now.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;can't even find a friend to binge eating with me tmr.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i am THAT pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and i DESERVE it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;CLARABEL LOW YOU SEE LA YOU.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;NOW HE DON'T WANT YOU,&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT NO MORE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED SOMEONE,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY IS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO GO AND VENT YOUR ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO GO AND GORGE YOURSELF WITH ICE-CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO GO AND DROWN YOURSELF IN THE LAKE?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;GO LOR.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY CARES.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY IS THERE, ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;STUFF YOURSELF WITH ICE-CREAM,&lt;br /&gt;ALLOW YOURSELF TO GET MORE SICK.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;NICE ONE CLARABEL LOW.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE IS FULFILLING.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;THUMBS UP FOR YOUR WONDERFUL LIFESTYLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-3049307759362890017?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3049307759362890017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=3049307759362890017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3049307759362890017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3049307759362890017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/03/pathetic.html' title='pathetic'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-4405287241455062536</id><published>2010-03-02T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:24:17.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;LoveTest Results for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;Clarabel Low &amp;amp; Siok Xue Qian&lt;/h2&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;LoveTest Questionnaire Analysis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siok Xue Qian will break up with you, Clarabel Low!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; There are always ups and downs in every relationship. Although you think you know a lot about your partner already, you might want to spend some more quality time together. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Love, trust, understanding, affection, honesty, tolerance and loyalty&lt;/span&gt; are very important factors for a successful relationship. Think about what's still missing in your relationship and how you could improve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 class="htmlquiz"&gt;Should you dump your boyfriend?&lt;/h1&gt;Your responses indicate that you may want to dump your boyfriend. If you don't want to dump him, let him know that he needs to become more loving and caring towards you. He needs to take more initiatives to ensure that your love keeps on blooming.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;work tmr,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still feeling very unwell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cough, flu, sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ugh, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8295665253926834069-4405287241455062536?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/4405287241455062536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=4405287241455062536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4405287241455062536'/><link 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/&gt;all the way downnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;there must be a reason why mothers are always the ones who nag.&lt;br /&gt;they are the ones who always get paranoid over this and that.&lt;br /&gt;they are the ones who get sensitive over the smallest issue.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;FACE IT GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS ARE LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;nobody forced you to take us as your girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;and there you go complaining that we're stopping you from doing this and that,&lt;br /&gt;and we are invading in your privacy and stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;there's a price to pay for having a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;if you want personal space,&lt;br /&gt;you're sick and tired of reporting your whereabouts to your girl,&lt;br /&gt;THEN FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST BE SINGLE.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;personal space rhymes with cheating ways.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;if you're asking for personal space,&lt;br /&gt;it means that you're allowing this relationship to go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;you need so much personal space?&lt;br /&gt;then just get rid of your girl.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you'll be able to breathe properly after that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;so now what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a toy?&lt;br /&gt;something for you to manipulate?&lt;br /&gt;hey,&lt;br /&gt;you can't get the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;love and affection comes with responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;you can't just expect us girls to be all sweet and loving,&lt;br /&gt;and then you make noise when we start asking where you went?&lt;br /&gt;what you did?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;when we first got into a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;it means that we accepted who you were, at that time.&lt;br /&gt;and if you changed for the worse,&lt;br /&gt;you can't possibly expect us to accept your bad changes right?&lt;br /&gt;and when we don't,&lt;br /&gt;you come and blame us for not being understanding,&lt;br /&gt;you make noise when we try to stop you from becoming worse.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;you get unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;and the cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;over the same issue over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i didn't stop you from meeting your friends.&lt;br /&gt;but when you tell me you'll go home at a certain time,&lt;br /&gt;and you CONSTANTLY fail to keep your promise,&lt;br /&gt;how do you expect me to trust you again?&lt;br /&gt;worse still,&lt;br /&gt;when i asked you how are we gonna solve this?&lt;br /&gt;you actually said you'll increase the time limit longer,&lt;br /&gt;so that you can fulfil it.&lt;br /&gt;what rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;i was so upset because you KEPT going home late.&lt;br /&gt;and then?&lt;br /&gt;you come and tell me that the solution to this problem is to allow you to go home even later?&lt;br /&gt;excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;are your brains burnt or something?&lt;br /&gt;no wait,&lt;br /&gt;it's not your brains.&lt;br /&gt;it's your heart.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;your own selfish desires has overcomed the weight i have in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;you know i detest smokers.&lt;br /&gt;you know i went to the extremes to stop you from smoking.&lt;br /&gt;but yet,&lt;br /&gt;you did it again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;so what now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to accept you as a smoker?&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to allow you to smoke as and when you please?&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend that i first had does not smoke.&lt;br /&gt;so why should i change myself and accept a smoker boyfriend now?&lt;br /&gt;just because you changed,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean that i have to accept.&lt;br /&gt;and when that happens,&lt;br /&gt;we start a war.&lt;br /&gt;and then?&lt;br /&gt;it all becomes my fault for not being understanding enough.&lt;br /&gt;what on earth is this?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend that i used to have dotes on me.&lt;br /&gt;he devotes most of his free time to me.&lt;br /&gt;i can accept it if you have commitments.&lt;br /&gt;i know you are busy,&lt;br /&gt;and i understand.&lt;br /&gt;but why should i tolerate when you waste your sleeping time at night to do stupid things outside,&lt;br /&gt;and reach home around 3 or 4am?&lt;br /&gt;and then use your free time in the day to do your other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;and then what am i left with?&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with all the scrap transition time, you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;the time i have with you is probably a few moments before you start classes,&lt;br /&gt;a few moments before your cca starts,&lt;br /&gt;a few moments before work?&lt;br /&gt;why can't you use your rubbish doing night time to do your important things?&lt;br /&gt;and then spend some quality time with me in the day?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;so you sacrifice your important stuff for spending rubbish time outside at night,&lt;br /&gt;and then you sacrifice sleep for your important things,&lt;br /&gt;and then you sacrifice me for your important things.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;time management, hello?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;you know you are not like those ordinary kid out there,&lt;br /&gt;who only has to juggle with schoolwork and probably cca.&lt;br /&gt;you have your schoolwork,&lt;br /&gt;you're the captain of your cca,&lt;br /&gt;you have your flying commitments,&lt;br /&gt;and there you are,&lt;br /&gt;throwing hours of your life away,&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and when i rather you catch up on your sleep than waste time outside,&lt;br /&gt;you start getting unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;and our quarrels start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;now what?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1. wash my hands off your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. continue hoping for some miracle, and that you might return to the old you?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. give up on this relationship as it's too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;4. continue our up-down rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;fuck 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title='downhill'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-7628739088340627041</id><published>2010-02-25T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:57:58.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, like whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;papers are over, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit that i didn't put in much effort for both papers.&lt;br /&gt;i don't expect good results because i don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;but however,&lt;br /&gt;luck was on my side.&lt;br /&gt;and those that i studied came out.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;met laopo for lunch before the paper.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch had yogurt and then went kiap kiap.&lt;br /&gt;spent 5 bucks in the shop,&lt;br /&gt;didn't catch anything,&lt;br /&gt;but the guy that worked there was so nice la.&lt;br /&gt;he dropped the toys into the box for me.&lt;br /&gt;and he even allowed me to change it for the toys that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;had 7 or 8 super cute keychaines.&lt;br /&gt;it's really super cute.&lt;br /&gt;post pictures of them next time!&lt;br /&gt;off we went to school.&lt;br /&gt;and the happy me was so happy with the toys.&lt;br /&gt;didn't even bother to revise my notes before the test.&lt;br /&gt;after paper,&lt;br /&gt;went off to plaza sing with banana xinyi and cs.&lt;br /&gt;ate jap food,&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;kiap kiap!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;spent hours in the shop,&lt;br /&gt;each of us spent about 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;brought a bag of toys home and a hello kitty pot.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;exams caused us to lose our sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to set off for genting with CS and emm.&lt;br /&gt;4 days and 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;due to some unforeseen circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;we decided not to go.&lt;br /&gt;and there goes 100 bucks for hotel and transport.&lt;br /&gt;rotted the day away at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;something made me REALLY mad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;went for singing session with jia min and jin may.&lt;br /&gt;totally moodless.&lt;br /&gt;ended up lying on the sofa and allowing them to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;met laopo around 9.&lt;br /&gt;had my dinner,&lt;br /&gt;and then off we went to powerhouse.&lt;br /&gt;anger venting session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S4aWCHZvobI/AAAAAAAAA7s/dYiEuQb-6gY/s1600-h/100224_225439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S4aWA3toQuI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Gh7YJ-16QjY/s1600-h/25536_1318049682545_1569866479_30784661_4203218_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S4aWA3toQuI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Gh7YJ-16QjY/s320/25536_1318049682545_1569866479_30784661_4203218_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202141423321826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;toilet at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S4aWBfSCoxI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ToTYXNgcTuI/s1600-h/25536_1318049762547_1569866479_30784663_261947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S4aWBfSCoxI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ToTYXNgcTuI/s320/25536_1318049762547_1569866479_30784663_261947_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202152045028114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as usual, bourbon and cola.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;non stop dancing for more than 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;some guy asked to dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;and i told him i'm lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;he was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;then he went back to his friends,&lt;br /&gt;his friends laughed at him.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;saw zhao wei.&lt;br /&gt;shocked to see him there,&lt;br /&gt;he was shocked to see me there too.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;my poor feet was stepped/ jumped on by some stupid people 5 times at the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;damn angry.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm going to wear heels next time.&lt;br /&gt;heels that are sharp and pointy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll step them back.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i shall ignore the fact that i will look damn tall with heels.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i had so many scratches and blisters la.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;damn angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S4aWBgjcZ5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/gN7KG7g7HJg/s1600-h/25536_1318050602568_1569866479_30784667_6162916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S4aWBgjcZ5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/gN7KG7g7HJg/s320/25536_1318050602568_1569866479_30784667_6162916_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202152386455442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;left the club at 3 plus.&lt;br /&gt;went to our locker,&lt;br /&gt;and a poor girl was sitting by the corner,&lt;br /&gt;trying to open her locker.&lt;br /&gt;but i think she was drunk,&lt;br /&gt;and she had no friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't put her key into the keyhole.&lt;br /&gt;we helped,&lt;br /&gt;and realised that her key cannot open the locker.&lt;br /&gt;i think she forgot which locker she kept her stuff in.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;cabbed to laopo's place.&lt;br /&gt;showered,&lt;br /&gt;she lent me her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;she cooked for me.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;mushrooms with prawns.&lt;br /&gt;she knows i love mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so loved then!&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to mention,&lt;br /&gt;we bought the mushrooms before we went to club.&lt;br /&gt;that poor packet of mushrooms was stuffed into the locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S4aWQm3qhlI/AAAAAAAAA70/tO-FHMLcX-s/s1600-h/100225_043227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" 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(:&lt;br /&gt;and we had maggie mee too.&lt;br /&gt;ate while watching MTV,&lt;br /&gt;lady gaga bad romance was featured.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;so in love with lady gaga!&lt;br /&gt;everybody at the club went high when bad romance and poker face played.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;so we slept after that.&lt;br /&gt;stephi, her dog,&lt;br /&gt;squeezed with me again.&lt;br /&gt;left her place in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;went home,&lt;br /&gt;bathed and slept.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;that was today.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at coffeeshop with daddy and tingy.&lt;br /&gt;he ordered a bottle of tiger beer.&lt;br /&gt;shared with him and he turned red really quickly after a few sips.&lt;br /&gt;he then opted for sprite while i finished the rest of the beer.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go out with the girls tmr.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt i can make it becauseeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;mum's on mc and dad's on leave and it's compulsary for me to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense is this,&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7628739088340627041?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7628739088340627041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7628739088340627041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7628739088340627041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;why are humans greedy by nature?&lt;br /&gt;why can't we all be satisfied with what we have?&lt;br /&gt;it's so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have people who are power hungry.&lt;br /&gt;greed for more power and control over certain things.&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;what's with getting all the power and controlling something?&lt;br /&gt;don't be dumb.&lt;br /&gt;it just means added responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;life is tiring enough.&lt;br /&gt;why are you looking for trouble for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;it's okay to aspire to be a leader.&lt;br /&gt;it's not okay to backstab people and push people down,&lt;br /&gt;just to get yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you have people who are extreme attention seekers.&lt;br /&gt;what do you need so much attention for?&lt;br /&gt;so that more people can criticise you?&lt;br /&gt;the more you try to get attention,&lt;br /&gt;the more disgusted and amused people are.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with leading an ordinary life?&lt;br /&gt;with loving families, friends, and a partner.&lt;br /&gt;why isn't that enough?&lt;br /&gt;continue doing what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;you can just simply see the amount of hatred people have for you escalating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, overwhelmed by your own sexual needs and desires.&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;you need to fuck someone so much?&lt;br /&gt;go and get a whore.&lt;br /&gt;don't target young and innocent victims.&lt;br /&gt;are you too broke to spend $50 on a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;if yes,&lt;br /&gt;then just keep your fucking dick zipped inside your pants.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT LET IT OUT, DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;ever so often,&lt;br /&gt;we have cases of young girls getting raped or molested on their way home.&lt;br /&gt;we have cases of girls getting molested during countdowns or events.&lt;br /&gt;and you fuckers don't even let us off when we take public transport.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;just because we are young,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean that we are an easy target.&lt;br /&gt;i have plenty of encounters with such assholes.&lt;br /&gt;molesters, flashers.&lt;br /&gt;i slapped a guy on the bus before.&lt;br /&gt;i smacked a guy's hand on the train before.&lt;br /&gt;i stepped on a guy's foot before.&lt;br /&gt;a flasher followed me to my doorstep before.&lt;br /&gt;a guy squeezed my butt in the swimming pool when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;a classmate jumped onto me and hugged me in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;and some others,&lt;br /&gt;which i can't recall now.&lt;br /&gt;you see!&lt;br /&gt;why can't these horny bastards just keep themselves at home and watch porn?&lt;br /&gt;pornography is so easily accessible now.&lt;br /&gt;stop ruining the lives of our young ones in the society you faggots.&lt;br /&gt;you destroy their lives,&lt;br /&gt;you make them feel unworthy,&lt;br /&gt;people look down on them,&lt;br /&gt;and you SCAR them for life okay.&lt;br /&gt;stupid assholes.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and the second kind,&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends who take girls as sex slaves or toys.&lt;br /&gt;it is OKAY, if you treat the girl well and you really love her.&lt;br /&gt;it is NOT OKAY  if you lie to the girl about how much you love her,&lt;br /&gt;just for fucking's sake,&lt;br /&gt;and then abandon her when you are done.&lt;br /&gt;i admit,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we girls are too dumb,&lt;br /&gt;because we get blinded over sweet talks easily.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE WE TRUST THAT YOU REALLY LOVE US.&lt;br /&gt;so bastards out there,&lt;br /&gt;just STOP taking advantage of this weakness we have.&lt;br /&gt;it's just simply disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i recently found out that guys in US are having a petition,&lt;br /&gt;which is,&lt;br /&gt;TO BE GIVEN A CHOICE OF WHETHER THEY SHOULD TAKE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE CHILD THAT THEY FATHERED.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;what on earth is this?&lt;br /&gt;hey,&lt;br /&gt;when you guys put your fucking sperm inside us,&lt;br /&gt;we are the ones who have to suffer okay.&lt;br /&gt;suffer with the bloody symptoms,&lt;br /&gt;the morning sickness,&lt;br /&gt;the nauseous feelings.&lt;br /&gt;we are the ones who have to bear with our body ballooning up into some enormous freak.&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE TO AVOID CERTAIN KINDS OF FOOD OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;we are also the poor ones who will be accused of not practising self love,&lt;br /&gt;and we are the ones who will be mocked at by others.&lt;br /&gt;for those young girls who are pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE TO STOP SCHOOLING.&lt;br /&gt;and you fuckers?&lt;br /&gt;you can carry on with your lives as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;and you feel that shagging a girl and making her pregnant is something awesome?&lt;br /&gt;YOU DISGUSTING FUCKING MAGGOTS.&lt;br /&gt;and how dare you start with that petition?&lt;br /&gt;after suffering for 9 whole months,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing you fuckers can compensate us is probably to pay for the child's expenses.&lt;br /&gt;is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;if the government ever approve such nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;the world will turn into chaos.&lt;br /&gt;girls should start this petition.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHERS HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE IF THEY WANT TO KEEP THE CHILD AFTER GIVING BIRTH. THE FATHERS SHALL NOT BE GIVEN A SAY.&lt;br /&gt;isn't this better?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;i think rapers should be castrated before being sent to life imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;and they should be locked in cells with muscular and burly cellmates.&lt;br /&gt;probably those who robbed.&lt;br /&gt;robbers have to be physically fit right?&lt;br /&gt;otherwise how can they run from the police?&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;castrated rapers should be locked into cells that consists of gangsters and robbers.&lt;br /&gt;that's better.&lt;br /&gt;you shall see what those people do to you faggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and then, you have people who are greedy for money.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't enjoy having more money to spend?&lt;br /&gt;if i were to be a thousand dollars richer,&lt;br /&gt;i would be damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;it's not okay if you are a compulsive gambler.&lt;br /&gt;to the extent that your family suffers with you.&lt;br /&gt;stop imagining that you will get rich overnight by gambling.&lt;br /&gt;there is a reason for gambling booths to be surviving.&lt;br /&gt;it simply means that the odds of you striking a fortune is very low.&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;stop imagining and living in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;come down back to earth and start living a decent life!&lt;br /&gt;if you are that capable,&lt;br /&gt;then why are you gambling your life away?&lt;br /&gt;why must you drag your family down with you?&lt;br /&gt;taking your daughter's pocket money away from her to gamble?&lt;br /&gt;taking your daughter's piano school fees to gamble?&lt;br /&gt;taking away months of her working pay away to gamble?&lt;br /&gt;and always promising that you will return.&lt;br /&gt;but did you?&lt;br /&gt;you only took more.&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense is this?&lt;br /&gt;you jolly well know that your daughter is a softhearted person.&lt;br /&gt;and hence,&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't wish to reject you.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean that you can continue doing it, right?&lt;br /&gt;when will you stop this and start resuming your responsibility as a parent?&lt;br /&gt;other parents provide their child with material needs or wants.&lt;br /&gt;your daughter has to provide herself with material needs okay.&lt;br /&gt;not even talking about material wants.&lt;br /&gt;and that's why a part time job is needed.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;you just come and take away everything from her,&lt;br /&gt;promising that you'll return over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;but did that day ever come?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;other children ask their parents for the latest gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;whatever ipod, itouch, iphone, psp, xbox, and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;your daughter has to save her money and pay part of her own laptop to reduce the burden of her mother.&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE YOUR GAMBLING HABITS MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE TO CONTRIBUTE TO THE FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense is this?&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO ANGRY NOW THAT I CAN EAT A LION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7313444429716011830?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7313444429716011830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7313444429716011830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7313444429716011830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7313444429716011830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/02/greed.html' title='Greed'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-6057318028353570415</id><published>2010-02-19T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:56:44.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exam in 12 hours' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i'm not even halfway through!&lt;br /&gt;writing notes like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;baby dee entertaining me online,&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;he's at my doorstep to pass me his jacket.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bringing it to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;he's been surprising me alot lately,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm indescribably happy.&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;i can float to the clouds now.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;hang on,&lt;br /&gt;i still have exams to study for.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;back to my slides.&lt;br /&gt;such a spoiler.&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/8295665253926834069-6057318028353570415?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/6057318028353570415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=6057318028353570415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/6057318028353570415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/6057318028353570415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-3008210437117079465</id><published>2010-02-18T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:18:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hindrance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chinese new year,&lt;br /&gt;the typical thing.&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner,&lt;br /&gt;visiting,&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i saw CS on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;turns out to be,&lt;br /&gt;it really was her!&lt;br /&gt;more visiting,&lt;br /&gt;kay poh cousins pestering for information about dee,&lt;br /&gt;tingy betrayed me and told them about him.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot sister. -.-&lt;br /&gt;ate the same food over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;i swear,&lt;br /&gt;i had chicken curry for EVERY single meal since saturday.&lt;br /&gt;plus,&lt;br /&gt;my mum cooked a HUGE pot of curry that is supposed to survive us for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;new colleagues,&lt;br /&gt;friendly and nice.&lt;br /&gt;baby dee surprised me by picking me up!&lt;br /&gt;he then went to my place to visit,&lt;br /&gt;and then we went out.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at fig and olives.&lt;br /&gt;caught a movie,&lt;br /&gt;percy jackson and the lightning thief.&lt;br /&gt;was reluctant to, at first.&lt;br /&gt;but the movie was good.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;homed.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;dee came over to my place to studyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at coffeshop,&lt;br /&gt;vermicelli again!&lt;br /&gt;study againnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;was not productive for me  at all.&lt;br /&gt;but at least he studied!&lt;br /&gt;thanks xinyi dear for sending me notes. (:&lt;br /&gt;went out after that to meet cousin and ryuta.&lt;br /&gt;e!hub.&lt;br /&gt;jap food for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;sushi and ramen, yum.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go prawning,&lt;br /&gt;but it started to drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;went to the arcade instead.&lt;br /&gt;played till our arms could take it no longer.&lt;br /&gt;and fabulous dee placed his card in the pocket,&lt;br /&gt;and he played the basketball game,&lt;br /&gt;and the card tapped through his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;so we had 8 more tries for the basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;and we all know,&lt;br /&gt;that game can cause temporary arm damage.&lt;br /&gt;we were exhausted by the time we cleared the 8 games.&lt;br /&gt;homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;exam's on friday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even done with ONE chapter.&lt;br /&gt;so deaddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever luh huh.&lt;br /&gt;do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered,&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8295665253926834069-3008210437117079465?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3008210437117079465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=3008210437117079465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3008210437117079465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3008210437117079465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/02/hindrance.html' title='hindrance.'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-4592359953601998590</id><published>2010-02-12T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:49:39.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hallelujah chorus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally finally finally over and done with projects.&lt;br /&gt;i can almost hear the hallelujah chorus.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i owe bobby 10 cartons worth of thanks!&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be able to complete the IT assignment if it's not for your help.&lt;br /&gt;thanks bobby,&lt;br /&gt;my brother from another family.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;met bobby at coffeebean today.&lt;br /&gt;he taught me how to do the basic basic stuff,&lt;br /&gt;and i was so fascinated luh.&lt;br /&gt;i sent him the assignment descriptor yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;he actually printed it out and highlighted the important parts and analysed the whole thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so guilty luh.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;and anyway,&lt;br /&gt;he went out to smoke,&lt;br /&gt;and i was trying to figure out the button thingy.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;baby dee plopped and sat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;i got a shock luh.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;a sweet surprise.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;bobby left for school,&lt;br /&gt;i bought cup noodles and shared cheesy hotdog with dee while walking home.&lt;br /&gt;he left for school,&lt;br /&gt;and i followed him to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to buy ingredients for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;and i bumped into tingy!&lt;br /&gt;bought the things,&lt;br /&gt;went home to cook.&lt;br /&gt;fish porridge for my family for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;potential housewife.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i didn't eat the cup noodles that i bought for lunch luh.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;and then killed ten thousand brain cells while completing IT,&lt;br /&gt;and tadah~&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;while doing the project just now,&lt;br /&gt;i kept seeing a black moving figure.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was on the edge of having some severe mental disorder.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps i was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;that black figure kept appearing while i was typing away.&lt;br /&gt;i took off my glasses,&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;the culprit of the black figure was found.&lt;br /&gt;an ant was crawling on my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;stupid ant.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;to end,&lt;br /&gt;lee xin yi i'm so happy for you! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-4592359953601998590?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/4592359953601998590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=4592359953601998590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4592359953601998590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4592359953601998590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/02/hallelujah-chorus.html' title='hallelujah chorus!'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-1100938809690676807</id><published>2010-02-10T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:59:44.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pineapple tarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brief update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S3LPJqJGk6I/AAAAAAAAA68/xTjLgu49Hfc/s1600-h/100123_195734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S3LPJqJGk6I/AAAAAAAAA68/xTjLgu49Hfc/s320/100123_195734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436635465027851170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mum says i look like a kid here.&lt;br /&gt;tiffany laopo got a shock too.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S3LPqcgVtYI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wdN2wLJKdmc/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S3LPqcgVtYI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wdN2wLJKdmc/s320/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436636028302898562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he stuffed jelly into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year is coming.&lt;br /&gt;totally not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;mum made pineapple tarts for our relatives on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;tingy and i helped out.&lt;br /&gt;mum did the dough,&lt;br /&gt;tingy and i rolled the pineapple paste into balls.&lt;br /&gt;we were so sick and tired of it that we started laughing and having dumb conversations.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tingy : Jie, it's quite dumb to have to say happy new year to everyone at granny's house right? i mean, we have to keep shaking everyone's hands and repeating the same words right?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;me: *rolling the pineapple paste* uh huh, why?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tingy : i think we should just bring a loudspeaker and announce 'happy new year' once and for all. save time and effort.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me : *stop rolling and burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;tingy : *stop rolling and burst out laughing too*&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;me : like that then imagine if everybody bring loudspeaker, wah, chaos leh.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;tingy : *laugh even louder.*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mum : oie! the 2 of you, better concentrate on your pineapples hor!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;me : talking rubbish and laughing like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;tingy : crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;me: tingy, i think i woke up from the wrong side of my bed today.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;tingy : yea, wrong side plus upside down.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;me : laugh even more.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;after rolling for what seemed like years,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to help mum to vacumm and mop the floor.&lt;br /&gt;when the house is squeaky clean,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;me: mummy, you see i so guai (obedient) , you should reward me mann.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;mum : hmm. ya what, i reward you mah. i bake one container of pineapple tarts for your BOYFRIEND leh.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;me : dumbfounded. mum! that's not rewarding ME what. you're benefiting him, not ME.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;mum : aiyah, same lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : -.-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;as you can see,&lt;br /&gt;baking pineapple tarts can be quite rewarding when you have huge entertainment sources.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;PEC lecture.&lt;br /&gt;caught hachiko with baby dee after school.&lt;br /&gt;great movie.&lt;br /&gt;lots of sniffing heard in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;but not me.&lt;br /&gt;baby dee wanted a dog even more after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;make do with hamsters okay?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he sent me home before going off to climb.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;chn lecture at 9am,&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;gave school a miss.&lt;br /&gt;baby accompanied me for lunch during his break.&lt;br /&gt;he went off to school.&lt;br /&gt;tingy came home,&lt;br /&gt;we went off to deliver mum's pineapple tarts to our fellow relatives.&lt;br /&gt;granny's place for dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;homed.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;was sleeping so soundly when i woke up and picked up a call.&lt;br /&gt;freaky thing is,&lt;br /&gt;my phone was on silent mode,&lt;br /&gt;without the vibration.&lt;br /&gt;but i picked up the call when baby called.&lt;br /&gt;intuition, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;lunch and off to school i went.&lt;br /&gt;IT lesson was disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;all of us were so screwed with the dreamweaver and flash project.&lt;br /&gt;regret skipping classes now.&lt;br /&gt;emm and i were figuring out how to link this and that,&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;xinyi and CS were trying to make their animations move.&lt;br /&gt;succeed a little.&lt;br /&gt;oh noooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;dinnered with laopo in school.&lt;br /&gt;went off for frozen yogurt at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;JCO's frozen yogurt, thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;told mummy what's been bothering me these days.&lt;br /&gt;felt alot better.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;bobby's gonna meet me,&lt;br /&gt;and save me from the evil clutches of dreamweaver.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1100938809690676807?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1100938809690676807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1100938809690676807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1100938809690676807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1100938809690676807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/02/brief-update.html' title='pineapple tarts'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S3LPJqJGk6I/AAAAAAAAA68/xTjLgu49Hfc/s72-c/100123_195734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-8259554771396093781</id><published>2010-02-06T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:18:09.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>math corner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did my math corner in the centre!&lt;br /&gt;drew cupcakes and candies and whatevernots.&lt;br /&gt;thanks tingie and baby dee for helping me with the cutting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zvSRtbRfI/AAAAAAAAA6c/1q1Sk2vLmfQ/s1600-h/100131_140102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zvSRtbRfI/AAAAAAAAA6c/1q1Sk2vLmfQ/s320/100131_140102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434981947599963634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztMX10VlI/AAAAAAAAA6U/gev-gvveo5o/s1600-h/100131_142732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztMX10VlI/AAAAAAAAA6U/gev-gvveo5o/s320/100131_142732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434979647143302738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;i drew it,&lt;br /&gt;not photocopied!&lt;br /&gt;everyone who saw it thought it was photocopied.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztL94nQzI/AAAAAAAAA6M/b5wEhoFv898/s1600-h/100201_111505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztL94nQzI/AAAAAAAAA6M/b5wEhoFv898/s320/100201_111505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434979640175706930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztLttkU9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/OverYMixpC4/s1600-h/100201_111512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztLttkU9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/OverYMixpC4/s320/100201_111512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434979635834409938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztLdKlFVI/AAAAAAAAA58/PD_L7UqP8AI/s1600-h/100201_111531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztLdKlFVI/AAAAAAAAA58/PD_L7UqP8AI/s320/100201_111531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434979631392691538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little boy tried to block my view while taking the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztKy3qKdI/AAAAAAAAA50/XsvgUYxre-Q/s1600-h/100201_111554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ztKy3qKdI/AAAAAAAAA50/XsvgUYxre-Q/s320/100201_111554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434979620039043538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;fabulous ellene uploaded our sec 2 pictures on facebook........&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zxLOmUt7I/AAAAAAAAA60/BKVp9u0yMu4/s1600-h/19141_313122671010_626341010_5040898_6518865_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zxLOmUt7I/AAAAAAAAA60/BKVp9u0yMu4/s320/19141_313122671010_626341010_5040898_6518865_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434984025529038770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNT teacher was demonstrating how to do the twinkle twinkle punishment.&lt;br /&gt;i had to do it because i didn't bring my workbook.&lt;br /&gt;we had to do 100 or 200 of it i think.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zv358mTlI/AAAAAAAAA6k/8dG_9FZS_Y0/s1600-h/19141_313122656010_626341010_5040895_5794048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zv358mTlI/AAAAAAAAA6k/8dG_9FZS_Y0/s320/19141_313122656010_626341010_5040895_5794048_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434982594056179282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously la.&lt;br /&gt;like small kid sia!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;how did i ever grow from that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;going off to vivo for shopping with  mum and sis now!&lt;br /&gt;and before i leave,&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;baby please don't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i know you won't.&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;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;okay, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zxKhkelWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/jK7ZnJdCUQs/s1600-h/19141_313122681010_626341010_5040900_4651710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zxKhkelWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/jK7ZnJdCUQs/s320/19141_313122681010_626341010_5040900_4651710_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434984013441701218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend, sec 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-8259554771396093781?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/8259554771396093781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=8259554771396093781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8259554771396093781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8259554771396093781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/02/math-corner.html' title='math corner!'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2zvSRtbRfI/AAAAAAAAA6c/1q1Sk2vLmfQ/s72-c/100131_140102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-7406238788256728097</id><published>2010-02-01T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:24:03.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal picture book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my animal picture book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ZxAe81_SI/AAAAAAAAA5s/F3i7NPtB9Og/s1600-h/100127_141849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2ZxAe81_SI/AAAAAAAAA5s/F3i7NPtB9Og/s320/100127_141849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433154253591280930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw50CxnlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/jX6nDcD7HAo/s1600-h/100127_141928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw50CxnlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/jX6nDcD7HAo/s320/100127_141928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433154138994220626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw5vkXgjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dz_24LLjzP4/s1600-h/100127_141921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw5vkXgjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dz_24LLjzP4/s320/100127_141921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433154137792938546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw5SfamQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ctQQomCEeII/s1600-h/100127_141914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw5SfamQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ctQQomCEeII/s320/100127_141914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433154129987541250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw4_h-r1I/AAAAAAAAA5M/7FFe1HdMy38/s1600-h/100127_141905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw4_h-r1I/AAAAAAAAA5M/7FFe1HdMy38/s320/100127_141905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433154124898021202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw4gK7xMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/1V239hbVpfs/s1600-h/100127_141857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S2Zw4gK7xMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/1V239hbVpfs/s320/100127_141857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433154116479861954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to pop out.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;brief update.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;attachment,&lt;br /&gt;this little girl kept sticking to me throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't from my class,&lt;br /&gt;so she kept following me everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;she waited for me outside the toilet while i was inside.&lt;br /&gt;cute or what?&lt;br /&gt;then she started crying and i carried her,&lt;br /&gt;and she conveniently drooled on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;suicidal thoughts please.&lt;br /&gt;KE,&lt;br /&gt;dinner at cheers,&lt;br /&gt;and cabbed home with cousin and fryderyk.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;work till closing.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;did opening till 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;homed,&lt;br /&gt;prepared,&lt;br /&gt;and met up with sec school mates.&lt;br /&gt;vernon and ivan going NS soon.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;caught up with each other during dinner,&lt;br /&gt;movie,&lt;br /&gt;went to drink.&lt;br /&gt;the guys spilled their love-sorrows out.&lt;br /&gt;kinda entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;dee kept 'encouraging' me to drink.&lt;br /&gt;ended up quite high after that.&lt;br /&gt;homed near 4am.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a buzzing headache.&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't stay too long.&lt;br /&gt;lunch with tingy,&lt;br /&gt;homed and did my learning corner activities.&lt;br /&gt;nearly went mad.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for tingy and dee's help.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i wouldn't be able to complete.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;attachment,&lt;br /&gt;did my corner and conducted my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;the little girl followed me everywhere i went again.&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;br /&gt;my mentor had to drag her out of the classroom because she refused to leave me,&lt;br /&gt;and i needed to implement my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;felt so sorry for her,&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to school now.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;reluctant to the max.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7406238788256728097?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7406238788256728097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7406238788256728097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7406238788256728097'/><link 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it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously right,&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;life sucks because school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;seriously luh.&lt;br /&gt;Monday,&lt;br /&gt;the first lesson,&lt;br /&gt;the damn lecturer was being so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;i agree that our work isn't as great as the other groups lah.&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;you can't just simply pick on us and vent your anger k.&lt;br /&gt;this stupid lecturer made it sound like we totally didn't put in ANY effort to do the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh please.&lt;br /&gt;if we didn't,&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn't even be able to stand in front of the class to present okay.&lt;br /&gt;god damn it,&lt;br /&gt;we even wore nicer clothes because of the presentation!&lt;br /&gt;(i mean, partly because it's runway day for us)&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL,&lt;br /&gt;we bothered to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;so what if we're reading from the slides?&lt;br /&gt;i DID elaborate on my parts okay.&lt;br /&gt;i gave examples and explained.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why she has the reason to say such things about us.&lt;br /&gt;just bloody say so if you don't like us.&lt;br /&gt;just SAY IT.&lt;br /&gt;and what?&lt;br /&gt;we put you off because we're the first group to present and we're late?&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;we have lots of classmates who came even later than us.&lt;br /&gt;and obviously you wouldn't want us to start without the others in the class right?&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;it's a monday,&lt;br /&gt;there is bound to be traffic jams okay.&lt;br /&gt;you're blaming us for what others did?&lt;br /&gt;fuck off seriously.&lt;br /&gt;to us, you said:&lt;br /&gt;"so what if you show me statistics?"&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;to the others who did not put statistics, you said:&lt;br /&gt;"it would be good if you include statistics"&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;see the fucking difference?&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;you people as lecturers,&lt;br /&gt;taught us not to humiliate children if they did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and never ever scold them in front of their peers.&lt;br /&gt;then what the hell were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;you made us stand there in front of the class for 10 fucking minutes just to pick on our faults?&lt;br /&gt;do you think you really deserve to be a lecturer?&lt;br /&gt;you are not even practicing what you preach.&lt;br /&gt;what is this mann?&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;because they fucking think that we don't give a damn about school.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that we don't put in the EXTRA effort that others did.&lt;br /&gt;we're just being NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;not EXTRAORDINARY.&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;and what's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;we're not fighting for the places in the director's list you know.&lt;br /&gt;we don't wanna possess any source of threat to the others.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't you lecturers be happy about not having extra work to do?&lt;br /&gt;seriously just fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;my hatred for school is escalating.&lt;br /&gt;no wait,&lt;br /&gt;it's sky high already!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;i sort of completed my picture book.&lt;br /&gt;another assignment down.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;gave school a miss today.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't feeling too well.&lt;br /&gt;went to swim in the evening and baby met me at the entrance of the swimming complex.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner,&lt;br /&gt;he was feeling fucked up too.&lt;br /&gt;sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S18LwlOX9QI/AAAAAAAAA48/r3iqqqMlYGc/s1600-h/100124_215513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S18LwlOX9QI/AAAAAAAAA48/r3iqqqMlYGc/s320/100124_215513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431072604886136066" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture taken 2 nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;he claimed that he wanted to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;he just doesn't want to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S18LwWv3QxI/AAAAAAAAA40/-ju1tF8IxZE/s1600-h/100125_122119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S18LwWv3QxI/AAAAAAAAA40/-ju1tF8IxZE/s320/100125_122119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431072601000067858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;runway day,&lt;br /&gt;xinyi and i.&lt;br /&gt;we wore this for presentation.&lt;br /&gt;please bear with my messy post.&lt;br /&gt;the whole sequence is wrong and i seriously can't be bothered to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i have a drumset with me.&lt;br /&gt;i will whack with all my might and make a din.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and omg,&lt;br /&gt;my guitar string snapped.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;cousin,&lt;br /&gt;please fix it for me!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i feel like practising beethoven's pathetique sonata now.&lt;br /&gt;i want my arm to ache so badly that i will stop due to exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like banging my piano now.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i feel like drinking to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like smoking to calm down&lt;br /&gt;i feel like clubbing to get high.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;but all of the above,&lt;br /&gt;can't be done NOW.&lt;br /&gt;oh my,&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;attachment tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my voice is so hoarse that i can't talk to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;which means that i don't have to entertain them.&lt;br /&gt;and it means that i do not have to implement my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up for that thought!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go back to my assignments now.&lt;br /&gt;enough of ranting for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i have better things to blog about tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-3988154859848223450?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3988154859848223450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=3988154859848223450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3988154859848223450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3988154859848223450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously-fuck-it.html' title='seriously, fuck it.'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S18LwlOX9QI/AAAAAAAAA48/r3iqqqMlYGc/s72-c/100124_215513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-3225119178987305475</id><published>2010-01-24T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:24:06.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>borrow, return, take double.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is going to be an unpleasant post.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;seriously wtf la.&lt;br /&gt;you as an adult,&lt;br /&gt;you should know your bloody responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;it's alright if you don't contribute.&lt;br /&gt;just don't be such a scumbag.&lt;br /&gt;i've said it before,&lt;br /&gt;i love you,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't bloody respect you.&lt;br /&gt;your presence caused us heaps of inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;but we can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;so stop taking advantage of that fact to get your way around.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be like tingy.&lt;br /&gt;i can't do what she did.&lt;br /&gt;never before in my life have i seen her behaving the way she did today.&lt;br /&gt;don't you think it's a cause for concern?&lt;br /&gt;the way she ignored you,&lt;br /&gt;the face she displayed throughout.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't you just start reflecting on what you're doing?&lt;br /&gt;why is your skin so thick?&lt;br /&gt;and why can't i inherite your genes of being thick skinned?&lt;br /&gt;so that i can counter your thick skin-ness.&lt;br /&gt;why oh why must i have mum's genes of being soft hearted?&lt;br /&gt;why, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i can't even eat a damn meal in peace.&lt;br /&gt;imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;tingy and i can't even go down to coffeeshop and eat together.&lt;br /&gt;imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;seriously what kind of nonsense is this.&lt;br /&gt;mummy is no longer your wife.&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't even be staying with us.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people come and tell me how bloody fortunate i am to be staying with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;fuck off okay.&lt;br /&gt;it's totally not that way.&lt;br /&gt;you people just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;so stop pretending and acting like you do.&lt;br /&gt;and stop saying that we, as children, should not be affected over adult's problems.&lt;br /&gt;just shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;so what if you're my auntys or uncles and you're trying to be encouraging?&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;you're totally not helping at all.&lt;br /&gt;you don't even know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;you don't even know what's that pest doing to tingy and i.&lt;br /&gt;even my mum doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;so seriously,&lt;br /&gt;keep your comments to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;because you only make me so horribly mad that i wanna rip your skin off your face.&lt;br /&gt;it's really a disgrace to even talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to even confide in my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;it's too embarrassing to even tell anyone about it in detail.&lt;br /&gt;bottling this up is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;i really feel miserable.&lt;br /&gt;to think that i have to learn how to handle different kinds of family situations on my own.&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even help myself.&lt;br /&gt;the school should teach us how to help ourselves first.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;to qualify as an early childhood educator,&lt;br /&gt;you need to have a good family background.&lt;br /&gt;it's true.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise kids will just suffer.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk to someone so badly just now.&lt;br /&gt;but now,&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel like talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;nobody is ever going to understand.&lt;br /&gt;friends around can only encourage.&lt;br /&gt;they can only give advice.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy to even carry out the advices.&lt;br /&gt;i hope tingy is awake now.&lt;br /&gt;because if she is,&lt;br /&gt;she'll be the best person to console me now.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt she'll even cry with me.&lt;br /&gt;today's incident made me realise that she's no longer that small little sister i always thought she was.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;she's all grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;she's even tougher than me in terms of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;to all who even bother to read this,&lt;br /&gt;please, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;don't jump into conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;don't give any redundant comments either.&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;don't even try to act like you understand and know what's happening when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-3225119178987305475?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3225119178987305475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=3225119178987305475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3225119178987305475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3225119178987305475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/01/borrow-return-take-double.html' title='borrow, return, take double.'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-8861932047218661503</id><published>2010-01-23T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:55:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fellow ostriches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1p7Nq1re7I/AAAAAAAAA4s/8YYvddSWBFg/s1600-h/100105_200828.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh&lt;br /&gt;my dad nearly threw this drawing away.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1p7Nq1re7I/AAAAAAAAA4s/8YYvddSWBFg/s1600-h/100105_200828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1p7Nq1re7I/AAAAAAAAA4s/8YYvddSWBFg/s320/100105_200828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429787775516507058" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;the weekends are FINALLY here.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness work's out for me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;have lots of school work to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;i shall start on the animal picture book later.&lt;br /&gt;i shall,&lt;br /&gt;i must,&lt;br /&gt;and i will.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;school has been so much better with these girls.&lt;br /&gt;which also means,&lt;br /&gt;my fellow ostriches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1p7NUEP0EI/AAAAAAAAA4k/jtJ5D_ftmhc/s1600-h/LGIM0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1p7NUEP0EI/AAAAAAAAA4k/jtJ5D_ftmhc/s320/LGIM0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429787769403592770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emm, me, xinyi, cs&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;they are friends who really made school a whole lot better for me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna wear the clothes that we bought online on monday!&lt;br /&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;there will be no more tutorials on friday.&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;no more classes for me on thurs and fri!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;really looking forward for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;1. pending genting trip with CS and emm and hopefully xinyi.&lt;br /&gt;2. butter factory with CS&lt;br /&gt;3. powerhouse with laopo.&lt;br /&gt;4. dee promised to club with me.&lt;br /&gt;5.club with coussie charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;6. work with tanjinmay, hopefully. :D&lt;br /&gt;7. meet up with adeline neo!&lt;br /&gt;8. bring adeline neo to club after 29th march.&lt;br /&gt;9. KE outing/ chalet.&lt;br /&gt;10.hunt for a cake for beryl low wei ting.&lt;br /&gt;11. wild wild wet weekly routine with dee?&lt;br /&gt;12. miss u cafe for post-valentines celebration!&lt;br /&gt;13. meet up with sec school friends before vernon and ivan goes botak!&lt;br /&gt;14. stayovers again?&lt;br /&gt;15. and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;coussie and i are up to something exciting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;will blog about it if it's successful.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;today is the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;it's our 51th month anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;which also means 4 years and 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;yes cousin,&lt;br /&gt;don't get a shock.&lt;br /&gt;it's true.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1p7MxZ1BmI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-qj0Tl5jJnA/s1600-h/091212_134624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1p7MxZ1BmI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-qj0Tl5jJnA/s320/091212_134624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429787760098870882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we were listening to bad romance by lady gaga.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm obsessed with that song.&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;i forced him to listen to it with me.&lt;br /&gt;and he finally got so extremely irritated,&lt;br /&gt;he switched it to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what song came out?&lt;br /&gt;BAD ROMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i'm in an extremely positive mood today.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-8861932047218661503?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/8861932047218661503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=8861932047218661503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8861932047218661503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8861932047218661503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/01/fellow-ostriches.html' title='fellow ostriches'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1p7Nq1re7I/AAAAAAAAA4s/8YYvddSWBFg/s72-c/100105_200828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-2290153362782574972</id><published>2010-01-21T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:42:07.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realised that i have a very bad habit of forgetting to reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;tingy: love you la okay!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;tiffany : you're the best laopo ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;jin may : okay! meet up soon please! ):&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;xueryl : yup!&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;fang : http://myrunwaylabel.livejournal.com/10287.html#cutid1&lt;br /&gt;this is the blogshop. quite dumb.&lt;br /&gt;because if you buy one piece, it's around 20 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;if you buy 5,&lt;br /&gt;it's 10 bucks each.&lt;br /&gt;so may as well buy 5 right? (:&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;aloy: different what. you super zai. that's why got aura!&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any rights to have 'aura' la please! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-2290153362782574972?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/2290153362782574972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=2290153362782574972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/2290153362782574972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/2290153362782574972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/01/tags.html' title='tags'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-4429944299594469105</id><published>2010-01-21T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:17:11.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;projects and assignments are such a handful.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i've done for PEC's brochure.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1McUtFELWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Ir0ybPJhQIM/s1600-h/house.png"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1McUtFELWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Ir0ybPJhQIM/s1600-h/house.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1McUtFELWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Ir0ybPJhQIM/s320/house.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427713117935381858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combined tux paint, with paint, and photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;took me an hour.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;i like it.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;i had work on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;did opening at iluma.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;there's this flavour,&lt;br /&gt;called kahlua.&lt;br /&gt;it's coffee liquor actually.&lt;br /&gt;and when i tried it,&lt;br /&gt;i swear,&lt;br /&gt;i was in agony.&lt;br /&gt;it tastes like,&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not describe.&lt;br /&gt;but as far as i know,&lt;br /&gt;nobody in berrylite likes it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;some of the customers requested to try it.&lt;br /&gt;and they will display their oh-so-classic-face.&lt;br /&gt;and we have to suppress our laughter when we look at their faces.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i met an extremely fucked up customer.&lt;br /&gt;she bought a few cups of yogurt and only one of it has topping.&lt;br /&gt;so we only gave her one stamp for the card.&lt;br /&gt;and then she come and make noise and say that it's ridiculous and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;and she THREW THE CARD BACK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned can.&lt;br /&gt;felt like throwing it back to her.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;lessons as usual.&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the day was when we shopped online.&lt;br /&gt;initially,&lt;br /&gt;CS and i wanted to get 5 tops/dresses so that it's cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;she realised that if you purchase 10 tops/dresses,&lt;br /&gt;there will be free registered mail.&lt;br /&gt;so we tried to psycho xinyi and emm to get another 5 tops.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;so all in all,&lt;br /&gt;xinyi bought 4,&lt;br /&gt;cs bought 3,&lt;br /&gt;i bought 2,&lt;br /&gt;and emm bought 1.&lt;br /&gt;total : 10&lt;br /&gt;means,&lt;br /&gt;free registered mail.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;KE as usual.&lt;br /&gt;frozen yogurt with laopo and fryderyk at tamp one.&lt;br /&gt;homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;lessons as usual,&lt;br /&gt;waste time in class playing games as usual,&lt;br /&gt;finished up brochure during break.&lt;br /&gt;homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;had attachment,&lt;br /&gt;reached the centre at 9.30am.&lt;br /&gt;super late i know.&lt;br /&gt;baby accompanied me for lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;went home to change,&lt;br /&gt;he sent me to the MRT station to take train to school.&lt;br /&gt;IT lesson,&lt;br /&gt;late for lesson.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;KE after that.&lt;br /&gt;dinner with winson and laopo.&lt;br /&gt;winson was such a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;took the last 151,&lt;br /&gt;and changed to the last bus 5,&lt;br /&gt;and changed to the last 21 home.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;baby dee woke me up as usual.&lt;br /&gt;he went off to school after that.&lt;br /&gt;i was craving for mac spicy.&lt;br /&gt;went out to buy.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't finish it as it was too spicy for me.&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts even more than it initially was.&lt;br /&gt;EA essay to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;hate school.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;and CS told us that our clothes that we ordered on monday has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-4429944299594469105?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/4429944299594469105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=4429944299594469105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4429944299594469105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4429944299594469105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/01/projects-and-assignments-are-such.html' title='another week'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S1McUtFELWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Ir0ybPJhQIM/s72-c/house.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-1224716366382110000</id><published>2010-01-20T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:19:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laopo (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm currently rotting away in IT class doing adobe flash.&lt;br /&gt;it's damn boring,&lt;br /&gt;partly because i've got no idea how to do the exercises.&lt;br /&gt;and dear laopo bought chocolate oreo and delivered it to class for me.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LAOPO MANY MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1224716366382110000?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1224716366382110000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1224716366382110000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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now.&lt;br /&gt;like extremely down.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life just gets too exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;every single moment of the day drags on.&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off,&lt;br /&gt;it's only the start of the week.&lt;br /&gt;school is hectic.&lt;br /&gt;cca is a bother.&lt;br /&gt;family is a wreckage.&lt;br /&gt;though certain parts of my day is brightened up,&lt;br /&gt;life still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;i've just experienced the true meaning of somebody being a two headed snake.&lt;br /&gt;she appears to be all nice and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;but in actual fact,&lt;br /&gt;she scares me quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;she scolded someone,&lt;br /&gt;for an issue related to me,&lt;br /&gt;and immediately after scolding that person,&lt;br /&gt;she replied my sms in a happy tone.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;scary isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;it's instant,&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;i'm really shocked to know that my club members are terrified of me.&lt;br /&gt;really appalled when i heard about it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see what's so scary about me.&lt;br /&gt;i often go hopping and jumping and singing around like some mad women.&lt;br /&gt;no doubt,&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to serious business,&lt;br /&gt;i do make sure i get things done the way it's suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;but to hear of people being really terrified of me,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see it coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that i have an aura around me in KE.&lt;br /&gt;and that makes my members shield themselves from me in defence.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;like duh?&lt;br /&gt;i'm the president.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't do it,&lt;br /&gt;who will?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i've never wanted to be the president.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted,&lt;br /&gt;is to be a member,&lt;br /&gt;and to fulfil my duties within the club.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't ask for the post.&lt;br /&gt;i had to take it,&lt;br /&gt;without a choice.&lt;br /&gt;did i change because of that?&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely not aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;really really lousy.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i told baby dee that i'm feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;he waited for me at the void deck of my house after his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and i told him what's bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;he assured me that everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;laopo told me that too.&lt;br /&gt;and i can,&lt;br /&gt;only wish for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7242145509354271698?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7242145509354271698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7242145509354271698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7242145509354271698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7242145509354271698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/01/moody-monday.html' title='moody monday'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-8414756267341092153</id><published>2010-01-14T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:05:09.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheer stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tags replied&lt;br /&gt;Germaine: yayness. luckily not working with her this week!&lt;br /&gt;tingy : hi piggy. i'm tearing down your super junior posters. soon.&lt;br /&gt;xinyi : yes yes. we are normal. (:&lt;br /&gt;crystal : oh sweetheart, this sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;to passerby.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. there is only one word to describe your tag. and the word is, weird.&lt;br /&gt;because, if i wanted to express my hatred for a particular person,&lt;br /&gt;badmouthing that person on her friend's blog is definitely not a thing i would do.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, so what if cheryl and i are not close anymore?&lt;br /&gt;in any case, it is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;even if she has offended you in any way, there is nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;you can't go up to her and say nasty things right? i doubt you have the guts to do so.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon you're trying to make her friends dislike her by tagging?&lt;br /&gt;you can try to psycho others, but attempting to do so on my tagboard is really not intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, thanks for the compliment. (:&lt;br /&gt;i know how to handle my friendships, and i don't think i need your advice or guidance.&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;ever since school started,&lt;br /&gt;it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;every single day is spent doing assignments and projects.&lt;br /&gt;let me show you one of my achievements.&lt;br /&gt;for CHN project,&lt;br /&gt;we had to do a board game.&lt;br /&gt;i was in charge of doing the board.&lt;br /&gt;so first,&lt;br /&gt;i drew tiny little pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and coloured them.&lt;br /&gt;and outlined the edges in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vx-NLDPI/AAAAAAAAA4M/1P92hY_s3hw/s1600-h/100111_020302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vx-NLDPI/AAAAAAAAA4M/1P92hY_s3hw/s320/100111_020302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426608611563080946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;i drew the background of the board.&lt;br /&gt;not easy okay.&lt;br /&gt;i had suicidal thoughts while completing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vx-NLDPI/AAAAAAAAA4M/1P92hY_s3hw/s1600-h/100111_020302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vXGWDcjI/AAAAAAAAA38/t6v-AB8UaGM/s1600-h/100111_020316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vXGWDcjI/AAAAAAAAA38/t6v-AB8UaGM/s320/100111_020316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426608149891346994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vYjjMC8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/VUvHRtebzbo/s1600-h/100111_024118.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tadah.&lt;br /&gt;colour like mad okay.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;the last step,&lt;br /&gt;paste them on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vYjjMC8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/VUvHRtebzbo/s1600-h/100111_024118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vYjjMC8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/VUvHRtebzbo/s320/100111_024118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426608174910933954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is,&lt;br /&gt;the board of the board game.&lt;br /&gt;done by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;lessons as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;canteen 2 for lunch with cherng shing, emm and xinyi.&lt;br /&gt;takeaway chicken rice and ate near the pool.&lt;br /&gt;lecture,&lt;br /&gt;ec tutorial,&lt;br /&gt;and then KE.&lt;br /&gt;dinner at Mos with laopo.&lt;br /&gt;mos is my current addiction.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;CHN presentation.&lt;br /&gt;wore skirt to school for the first time i think?&lt;br /&gt;mac with xinyi.&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of going mad while walking back to school.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to granny's place after class.&lt;br /&gt;she cooked yummy food for me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;missed coussie so much.&lt;br /&gt;so glad to be able to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;bused and baby dee cycled me home.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;attachment, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;was half an hour late,&lt;br /&gt;but who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;kids were having spilt personality again.&lt;br /&gt;sweethearts a moment and devils another.&lt;br /&gt;was so unwilling to go for IT after attachment.&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;i dragged myself to school.&lt;br /&gt;had strawberry yogurt in class while having lesson.&lt;br /&gt;a big mistake because it was freezing cold in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;KE after class.&lt;br /&gt;train homed with laopo.&lt;br /&gt;and something extremely awkward happened.&lt;br /&gt;i saw my sec school band junior on the train &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he used to like me)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;he was nice enough to come over and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;laopo alighted at redhill.&lt;br /&gt;when she alighted,&lt;br /&gt;his friends joined us.&lt;br /&gt;so it was quite awkward throughout the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;especially when the topic of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him giving me roses and a card on valentines&lt;/span&gt; came up.&lt;br /&gt;so it was awkward to the max.&lt;br /&gt;and the conversation grew weirder,&lt;br /&gt;( from redhill to tampines is quite a journey)&lt;br /&gt;and he alighted with his friend at bedok.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;the stupid me,&lt;br /&gt;wanted to msg laopo that he has alighted because the situation was so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;and i really hate awkward situations.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;i sent that message to him without even knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;the message went like this :&lt;br /&gt;'omg. he just alighted. awkward to the maximum. phew'&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and he replied :&lt;br /&gt;'yea, even more awkward now because you sent wrongly.'&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i stared at my phone for 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;if this is not stupid,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel terribly guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean that our 'chance meeting' was bad.&lt;br /&gt;i felt relieved because i dislike awkward situations.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he didn't interprete that msg as something which is worse than what it sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;dear _ _ _,&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me and my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;didn't mean to hurt you in any way!&lt;br /&gt;homed,&lt;br /&gt;and i was so tired due to the extreme lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;was sleeping so soundly that i didn't even know baby dee was within my home premises.&lt;br /&gt;was sleeping so soundly that i didn't even know he came into my room and used the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;i only woke up when he tapped me (i think),&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes sprang open because i didn't know if i was sleeping unglamly!&lt;br /&gt;and that was around 9am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;he left for school at 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;so nice of him to come over right. (:&lt;br /&gt;and then i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;cherng shing's msg woke me up at 11.47.&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to meet them at 1pm,&lt;br /&gt;somerset mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;jumped up and prepared.&lt;br /&gt;trained,&lt;br /&gt;and i was around 10 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;but i was the earliest there.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and what's with the person who is late has to treat us lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around with CS while waiting for xinyi.&lt;br /&gt;xinyi arrived at 2 plus.&lt;br /&gt;well done xinyi,&lt;br /&gt;still can tell me you sleep until so shiok!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;CS brought us to this wanton mee shop.&lt;br /&gt;super yummy.&lt;br /&gt;had our lunch,&lt;br /&gt;and we finally settled down at starbucks around 2.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;started EC and SF essay from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;completed both in 3 and a half hours time.&lt;br /&gt;all of us were extremely impressed with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;two huge boulders off our shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;it's sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;emm, i hope you're okay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-8414756267341092153?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/8414756267341092153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=8414756267341092153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8414756267341092153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8414756267341092153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/01/sheer-stupidity.html' title='sheer stupidity'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S08vx-NLDPI/AAAAAAAAA4M/1P92hY_s3hw/s72-c/100111_020302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-857060853491230620</id><published>2010-01-09T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:02:23.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just realised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm feeling like some emo shit now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. school is starting in two days time and i am willing to trade anything to change that fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. i have heaps of assignments and projects that i have yet to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. there is nothing for me to look forward to in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. i have yet to find a succesor to take over my presidential post in KE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and that sucks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. i can't stand getting irritated everyday and every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. i don't like it when i don't have close girlfriends in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. i don't want to feel like a pathetic loner trapped in a bubble in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. i don't want to feel like i'm in my own world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. i don't want to wake up early and queue up for the shuttle bus to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. i don't fancy going home with the working crowd during peek hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. i absolutely abhore getting onto bus 5 when it's full of foreign workers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't mean to be a fucking racist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but these group of people are just too disgusting to even be within one metre of contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. i find that school is a complete toad and it's a total waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. i don't wish to have a secured nanny diploma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. i dislike feeling helpless without any source of comfort anywhere in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. i hate knowing that my baby dee is far away in the east while i'm in the west.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. i hate to eat lunch in school because makan place will be fucking crowded and by the time we find a seat, and buy our food, lesson starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. i hate presenting group projects because i find it absolutely meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. i hate thinking of clothes to wear to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. i detest trying to remember what i've wore a few days before in order not to repeat the same clothes in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. and the list goes on until the cows come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have just came to realise that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while others have groups and cliques of girlfriends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while others have girlfriends that take stupid pictures and bake inedible cakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while others have girlfriends who they can really trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life revolves around my boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it revolves around my obsession with beethoven sonatas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it revolves around my family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and probably revolves around work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss Charmaine Low Pei Jun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss stayovers and late night junks from 7eleven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss squeezing in the top of the double decker bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss Adeline Neo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss gossiping at places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss ranting and heartfelt talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right from the moment we first met,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew that she will be someone special to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     and she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-857060853491230620?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/857060853491230620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=857060853491230620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/857060853491230620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/857060853491230620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-realised.html' title='just realised.'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-1790868061818966139</id><published>2010-01-08T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:05:04.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to be Eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghost: don't emo leh! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiffany: love you too laopo. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charmaine: i miss you too coussie. stayover when when. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine: i'm not a stalker okay! hahaha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crystal: hehe. hope to see you soon. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JM: tan jinmay! laugh what laugh? love you lah. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allie: hello dear allie! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had attachment as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kids were adorable yet annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby dee came to pick me up at the centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sweet when he claim that he's not coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had vermicelli for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee left while tingy came,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had popeyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supper fattening can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went off to school for KE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after KE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo and i had ramen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we went off to powerhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo's first time clubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i brought her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was just the two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S0dQ5jkDHTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/C0FnqI8fWQc/s1600-h/20060_1271760765351_1569866479_30687176_7909497_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424393225920257330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S0dQ5jkDHTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/C0FnqI8fWQc/s320/20060_1271760765351_1569866479_30687176_7909497_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we made our way to vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then to powerhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was ladies night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ordered a jug of whiskey and cola for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while waiting for our order,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this guy came and talk to us as his friends went to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when his friends came back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of his girl friends is laopo's sec schoolmate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424393223444690258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S0dQ5aV09VI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yIhM85AJNCM/s320/20060_1271760925355_1569866479_30687179_5751403_n.jpg" /&gt;shared drinks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wasn't high at all after drinking. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made our way down to the dancefloor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo's friend pulled us up the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music was good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crowd was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this guy who is alot shorter than me came to dance with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally put off can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went back to drink,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we fought for our lives to make it to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's really very crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and continue dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left the club around 3 plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424393214244624626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S0dQ44EXGPI/AAAAAAAAA3c/1LKBNQlLzPo/s320/20060_1271760805352_1569866479_30687177_7982394_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supper at boat quay with laopo and 2 other girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to a pub,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stoned there till morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S0dQ4tWRX6I/AAAAAAAAA3U/DlHnXCqPi8c/s1600-h/20060_1271760885354_1569866479_30687178_4917633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424393211366956962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/S0dQ4tWRX6I/AAAAAAAAA3U/DlHnXCqPi8c/s320/20060_1271760885354_1569866479_30687178_4917633_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all,&lt;br /&gt;i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;hope laopo enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;cabbed to laopo's place at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;bathed and slept.&lt;br /&gt;we were so tired.&lt;br /&gt;laopo's dog,&lt;br /&gt;stephi,&lt;br /&gt;came and slept on top of my leg.&lt;br /&gt;it was so ticklish and i couldn't move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo says that stephi don't usually allow strangers to touch her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she actually slept with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;woke up after 2 hours,&lt;br /&gt;i was in zombie mode can.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;cabbed to school,&lt;br /&gt;and the both of us had to move the keyboard, keyboard stand,&lt;br /&gt;and many other heavy things down to the atrium.&lt;br /&gt;it's extremely far,&lt;br /&gt;and extremely heavy.&lt;br /&gt;we seriously couldn't manage.&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;this group of cleaners saw us,&lt;br /&gt;and this handicapped cleaner came and help us.&lt;br /&gt;he simply walked over and lifted the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so helpless the whole morning,&lt;br /&gt;i felt so touched at that moment that i nearly cried.&lt;br /&gt;made our way to the atrium,&lt;br /&gt;and then set the booth up.&lt;br /&gt;performance,&lt;br /&gt;and then we left early.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired that i slept when i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;woke up for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;tv,&lt;br /&gt;and then continue sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;felt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;wasted the day at home doing e-learing assignments.&lt;br /&gt;school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;baby bought bubble tea for me when i was craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;and he came over to give it to me despite the rain.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;work tomorrow at parkway. ):&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer working at iluma. ):&lt;br /&gt;9.30am to 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i survive the day.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone,&lt;br /&gt;chn project,&lt;br /&gt;here i come. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1790868061818966139?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1790868061818966139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1790868061818966139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-3511822155909870778</id><published>2010-01-03T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:14:24.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>common enemy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever since dee came back from his trip,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've magically stopped blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dearest laopo bought me the DKNY perfume that i really really wanted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i couldn't bear to buy it for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's such a sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks laopo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you many many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time is mostly spent on working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking forward to my next pay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gossping is the best way to kill time during work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since there's a common topic to gossip about now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've never felt so irritated with someone before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she made me reflect on myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and think if i'm as irritating as her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had the most awesome night last night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stayover at Jia min's house with Jinmay, Ellene, and Jiamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was absolutely girlish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall post pictures when i get it from tan jinmay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday made me reflect alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised that i lost all my close girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe it's time to get them back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-3511822155909870778?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3511822155909870778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-188832814694037910</id><published>2009-12-28T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:24:26.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas was spent with baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he bought me Ripcurl slippers and a tank top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he bought a pair of slippers for himself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said Dennis bought the same thing for himself and Cheryl after he bought ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bused to e!hub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we caught 2 movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sherlock holmes and alvin and the chipmunks 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had burger king before sherlock holmes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and vermicelli before alvin and the chipmunks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homed after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he escorted his present home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work at iluma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;opening alone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met baby after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we headed to marina square to meet our sec schoolmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a small little gathering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinner, movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ivan and vernon went off to club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;khair, ellene, baby and i went to arab street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drank beer and played cards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i became abit high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it weared off after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;night rider home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work at iluma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;closing with caleb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was his last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bus 23 home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked and laughed alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby picked me up at my house bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked for a little while below my house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked about work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then homed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby had class in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he came over after his lesson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was still sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunch with him, tingy and daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vermicelli for me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now he's off in school doing project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so reluctant to go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KE later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;problems are piling up the cart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-188832814694037910?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/188832814694037910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=188832814694037910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/188832814694037910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/188832814694037910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-1461147179690240339</id><published>2009-12-25T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:55:21.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candy canes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; oh yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on wednesday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was our 50th month anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had work in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was late because of the heavy rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i reached the shop in iluma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were many many candy canes stuck on the pole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each of them with a note for every one of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Allie put it up on the pole for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was such a heartwarming sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was surprised to find my name there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzRBki7Be-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/CY-z4N3Vzws/s1600-h/091224_103944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028347739012066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzRBki7Be-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/CY-z4N3Vzws/s320/091224_103944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzRBkRA3NsI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Vb72nSVlglA/s1600-h/091224_104007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028342931666626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzRBkRA3NsI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Vb72nSVlglA/s320/091224_104007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;br /&gt;usual,&lt;br /&gt;work was boring,&lt;br /&gt;spent 4 hours talking to vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;talked alot,&lt;br /&gt;crapped alot,&lt;br /&gt;and bitched alot.&lt;br /&gt;talked about bastard-y guys,&lt;br /&gt;and useless guys,&lt;br /&gt;and the list went on.&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a blueberry flavoured candy cane.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Liza came in after that.&lt;br /&gt;suppose to end work at 4pm,&lt;br /&gt;but was extended because it was quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;Liza was troubled.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;i left at 6pm when Jervic came.&lt;br /&gt;bused to 201.&lt;br /&gt;went to the pet shop and bought baby's christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;and i bought.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028335029013490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzRBjzkuS_I/AAAAAAAAA20/ej61VKfti5M/s320/091224_211814.jpg" /&gt; yup!&lt;br /&gt;it's a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i bought 2 of it,&lt;br /&gt;a cage,&lt;br /&gt;food,&lt;br /&gt;the water thing,&lt;br /&gt;bathing powder,&lt;br /&gt;food holders,&lt;br /&gt;and yup.&lt;br /&gt;didn't get the sawdust as i couldn't manage.&lt;br /&gt;it was too heavy!&lt;br /&gt;homed and mummy prepared a special christmas dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzRBkJ1VJZI/AAAAAAAAA28/EFq-YyqSUwE/s1600-h/091224_201647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028341004248466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzRBkJ1VJZI/AAAAAAAAA28/EFq-YyqSUwE/s320/091224_201647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had black pepper chicken,&lt;br /&gt;tuna,&lt;br /&gt;buttered toast,&lt;br /&gt;chips,&lt;br /&gt;mushroom potage cream soup,&lt;br /&gt;and salad!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;i had such a hearty meal,&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so happy to be at home.&lt;br /&gt;it definitely beats squeezing with the crowd somewhere out in town.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;played with the hamsters for a while,&lt;br /&gt;but they were extremely shy.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;shall give them some time to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;suppose to have met baby already.&lt;br /&gt;but it's postponed to 3pm later.&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;have an enjoyable christmas with your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1461147179690240339?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1461147179690240339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1461147179690240339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1461147179690240339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1461147179690240339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/12/candy-canes.html' title='candy canes'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzRBki7Be-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/CY-z4N3Vzws/s72-c/091224_103944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-3571113500361850424</id><published>2009-12-24T00:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:54:18.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i adore old people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i succesfully started the shop by myself today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a huge sense of accomplishment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this old lady came by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she ordered peppermint tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked me to open the packet of sugar for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked me to pour honey into her cup of tea for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i was doing my stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she kept knocking on the wall to get my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i went over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she told me that she wanted waffle with lots of chocolate gravy. (fudge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i did the waffle for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and while waiting for the waffle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she banged the wall again to get my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she told me that she only wanted half of the waffle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she would like me to have the other half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought it was quite heartwarming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cut the waffle into half,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and topped it with chocolate sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i served it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the shop was filled with people who wanted to buy yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was taking their orders when she started to bang the wall again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked for a small plate as she decided that she cannot finish her waffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so she cut it into half and she gave it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she gave me three quarters of her waffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she sat there while i did my stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she constantly banged the wall to get my attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked for napkins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spoons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before she left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she gave me a curry puff from coffeebean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she smiled at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and said that i was a dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like old people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they make me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the yogurt machine started to produce screeching sounds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the yogurt couldn't come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after turning it off for a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it started to work again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo came over to look for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised that i forgot to bring keys for cca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daddy brought us home to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so nice of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad rocks sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo helped me to do the recording for IT presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then off we went to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still having a HUGE headache over the selection of the new committee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we found out that nobody is suitable to be the president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody is suitable to take over my role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was telling my comm that i should perhaps stay for another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would have been the president for three years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throughout my poly life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't i deserve that colours award or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've never felt good about leading the club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't know why i was chosen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is so difficult to choose someone to take over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wondered if my seniors had a hard time choosing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my lovely committee members assured me that i did a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me feel a whole lot better about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm doing opening with vanessa the big bird fan tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's at iluma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i prefer working at iluma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby's coming back in 28 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm gonna get his christmas present tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo knows what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going off to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cherng shing, xinyi, emm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentosa yes no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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people'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-7897063273550183022</id><published>2009-12-22T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:51:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDUwGIQ_OI/AAAAAAAAA2s/k9QskU4kKk0/s1600-h/091219_144550.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDUv4ad3GI/AAAAAAAAA2k/60Wa85JWOIg/s1600-h/091220_213557.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work at iluma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penny and i were observing people who were wearing christmas hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think we all should wear christmas hats too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we realised that the people at the ground level were giving out the hats for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we have to put our name for some record breaking thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we wore it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSpQRopxI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FLnIXMx14ew/s1600-h/191220091392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418061957912110866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSpQRopxI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FLnIXMx14ew/s320/191220091392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked laopo to come over to iluma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that we can get the hats to wear for our performance the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penny and i did paper christmas hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine is the orangy one on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot rotate the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSo5ko7cI/AAAAAAAAA2U/iT1de-edO_U/s1600-h/091219_144550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418061951817805250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSo5ko7cI/AAAAAAAAA2U/iT1de-edO_U/s320/091219_144550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waited for baby to come back from bali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was looking at the flight arrival menu on teletext.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was such a sweetheart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he came over to my place to meet me at 3am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked about our days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then he left near 5am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to go to dennis place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was going to leave for KL with his climbing mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the poor me is going to be left here for 5 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept at 5.30am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up at 8.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jumped up in shock as i'm suppose to meet laopo for breakfast at 9.30am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prepared and had long john breakfast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waited for fryderyk at dover mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSoYinOJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/w_Lkg-9Ri4Q/s1600-h/091220_120855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418061942950934674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSoYinOJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/w_Lkg-9Ri4Q/s320/091220_120855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practiced for our christmas performance at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a sucky sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things went really wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at the end of the performance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took pictures with the lightings and trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw evelyn with her boyfriend but i didn't recognise her because of her hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to take a picture with her but she went off already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why you walk so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shared gelato with laopo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that concludes the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSoLUdPNI/AAAAAAAAA2E/aju9l87bJJo/s1600-h/091220_213557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418061939401899218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSoLUdPNI/AAAAAAAAA2E/aju9l87bJJo/s320/091220_213557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another picture that i failed to rotate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mummy was sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cooked porridge and noodles before leaving the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to school for project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;project work is a nuisance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did the project using my laptop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus i left my laptop with my project mates when i needed to leave for cca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the end of cca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;project was not yet completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had to stay till 10.45pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things went crazily wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i really had to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;packed all my stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i actually left without my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must be the world's stupidest fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cabbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was just a terribly disasterous day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall not talk about it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tingy went with me to bishan to collect my laptop from chantel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks chantel for your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had pizza hut with tingy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked around junction 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took bus back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had dinner at coffeeshop with daddy and tingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he ordered tiger beer and sprite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he mixed it for us in our cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was surprisingly nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ordered loads of nice food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and homed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby's having a good time shopping in KL today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he msged me and told me that his legs are tired from shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so lousy lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's going pubbing with his friends today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and clubbing with them tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;excited for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i totally can't imagine him clubbing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;working tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be doing opening by myself in parkway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nervous and excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope i can successfully start the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodnight everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8295665253926834069-7897063273550183022?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7897063273550183022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7897063273550183022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7897063273550183022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7897063273550183022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-work-at-iluma.html' title='christmas hats'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SzDSpQRopxI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FLnIXMx14ew/s72-c/191220091392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-3564278718156712571</id><published>2009-12-18T23:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:43:29.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's day four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Syuf8xYOshI/AAAAAAAAA10/jKFJoJowMOE/s1600-h/091218_173729.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;island creamery with cherng shing &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416596281993218498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Syudnr_oScI/AAAAAAAAA1s/puRSwxpElaM/s320/091211_133858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Syua-eipMcI/AAAAAAAAA1k/1t6Qto_9b3E/s1600-h/091212_134657.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416593366530799794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Syua9_DOOLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/iEz-2z8CrzI/s320/091211_134003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work at iluma in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;opening with vanessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was a weird smell throughout the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we couldn't detect the source.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after awhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we realised that the strawberry yogurt machine is unable to freeze the yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vanessa turned it off for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she turned it on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and smoke started to come out of the machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was quite funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she called Rey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and apparently he laughed at it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there literally wasn't anything to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we took turns to cut fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked alot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and bitched alot, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liza came in at 2,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's so adorable and bubbly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talking to her makes me feel happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mummy and tingy came to look for me after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked around and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;steamboat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;homed after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i found one of baby's shirt at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so super happy to find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it has his smell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not a sicko okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i messaged him and told him about his shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he laughed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he told me that he's sunburnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'll still love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Syua-GGzsDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/jeVQpR6yaAM/s1600-h/091212_134624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416593368424886322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Syua-GGzsDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/jeVQpR6yaAM/s320/091212_134624.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work at iluma again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and emmeline,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3564278718156712571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-day-four.html' title='it&apos;s day four'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Syudnr_oScI/AAAAAAAAA1s/puRSwxpElaM/s72-c/091211_133858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-6649042609088899881</id><published>2009-12-17T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:45:41.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two and three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had attachment in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kids were adorable yet a nuisance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had vermicelli for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can eat that every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went home and started doing housework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;started by washing clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keeping clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;folding clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;packing my cupboard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i packed my piano top,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;packed my table top,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kept my sister's clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vacuumed the floor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mopped the floor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;felt so proud of myself after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum bought mos burger back for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate that plus a piece of ham and cheese toast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;played plants vs zombies and tv after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dropped baby a msg before sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he replied!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was smiling silly-ly at my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was suppose to go swimming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it rained when i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i went back to sleep till 1 in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunch with tingy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vermicelli again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;refilled printer ink,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tingy bought me oreo.&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going to practice my piano now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm blogging about my day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that you can see it when you come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-6649042609088899881?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-1085043186684947742</id><published>2009-12-16T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:00:33.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;school holidays are finally here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one whole month of holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is that good or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent the last week of school with cherng shing, xinyi and emmeline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are fun people to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm going to survive 11 days without my dearest him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's going to bali,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then to KL with his climbing mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the poor me will be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stuck here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;island creamery with cherng shing during break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummylicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to school for tutorial,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the baby came to pick me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caught a movie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a perfect getaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we thought it was some kind of romance film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it turned out to be a thriller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby whined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met baby again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he brought me to eat his favourite chicken rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caught another movie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;planet 51.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cute and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinnered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then met baby again for 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice nice show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to walk home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and realised that we walked one big round for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cabbed home in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work work work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did i mention that i'm beginning to enjoy work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homed for dinner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then baby popped by to watch tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met baby in the morning before he goes off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went bedok to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;followed him home to collect a stuff toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;posted to iluma this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fun fun fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i prefer working at iluma compared to parkway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo came to find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yogurt at my shop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the mint flavour is very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pepper lunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought the same top,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tried the clothes in the toilet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laughed at the weirdness of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and homed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suppose to go to sentosa with cherng shing, xinyi and emm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but but but.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ended up having bbq chicken with laopo and tingy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;novena to shop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then far east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought a new top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo came to my house to practice a new piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another performance this sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to post pictures but it's not working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cousin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama will be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really want to visit her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've got a card for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drop me a msg when you're going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to go, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you coussie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1085043186684947742?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1085043186684947742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1085043186684947742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1085043186684947742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1085043186684947742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-one-without-you.html' title='Day One without you'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-1879566072924392706</id><published>2009-12-09T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:33:09.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when things just go wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to look for the samsung camera service centre at jurong east during break alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was told that the repair fees is going to cost at least 200 bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so should i or should i not repair it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can get a new one with 200 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has sentimental value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cherng shing accompanied me to eat before class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought something subconsciously for someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and decided to leave it at his doorstep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do not wish to comment on anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thanks may and bobby for making me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sorry to make you both worried when i cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up with swollen eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my eyeliner is running out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in class now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;attachment in the morning sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kids had a performance at St Lukes elderly care centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were told to follow the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i helped them to put on their make up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked to the elderly care centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher treated me like a maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to take the children to the toilet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two by two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i brought like ten of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that caused me to walk that same 'route' 5 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kids didn't behave because they were excited to perform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when they made noise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another teacher stared and hui hui and i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;implying that it's our fault that we can't keep them quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not even our responsibility okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the kids performed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the elders played a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they have to sit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;facing a partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the partner was blindfolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the game was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to let the blindfolded elder feed the other one with a spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they are suppose to feed them milo ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the elders wore very colourful glittery party hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they sang christmas songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt something tugging at my heartstrings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it was so heartwarming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these old folks are so happy with such a simple little christmas celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they sang and clapped along with the music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't help but to smile to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we wanted to go back to the centre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher told us to pack up and carry the props back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they literally treated us like their maids la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so pissed that i stomped off with a black face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i heard the kids calling me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i ignored them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frozen yogurt while waiting for haziyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here i am in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lecturer gave everyone time to do their projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i've completed mine because my groupmates are off in vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meeting laopo for dinner after class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no explaination,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so you expect things to go all right magically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i might lose some of my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then things will be back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is that it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can pretend that nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just can't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we can continue this cold war forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i always feel lousy when i walk back from your place after leaving something at your doorstep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because i always look back and you're never there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you were there yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did you even bother to attempt to clear things up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you make it seem like everything is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so how can you expect me not to get pissed off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you think ignoring me for a few days to let me cool off is the best solution,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let me tell you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it just shows that you don't understand me well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you are capable of making me the happiest girl on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you are equally capable of making me feel the lousiest i've ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tears are shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smiles are fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why am i even typing all these out now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you probably won't even read my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1879566072924392706?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1879566072924392706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1879566072924392706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1879566072924392706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1879566072924392706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-things-just-go-wrong.html' title='when things just go wrong'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-796596493978803435</id><published>2009-12-06T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:03:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meant to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a bad week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate bossy people to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when people boss me around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially when they don't have the right to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LISTEN UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one except my parents have the right to boss me around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so who the hell are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after a hectic week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear that i officially hate project work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;individual work is the best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i don't have to bother about other people's opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't have to live up to other people's expectations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can decide things for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can fail it if i want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate project work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps my EQ is not high enough to work with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only great part of the week was saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos we had a performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was at tuas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that keppel marine thingy had an opening ceremony for the oil rig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was pretty grand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the food served ain't packed rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we get to eat with the invited guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wine and beer and cold rock smoothie were served. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salmon, salad chicken, shephard's pie and different sorts of pasta were served too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummy, pretty little cakes for desserts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;performance went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was being so uptight about things going wrong that i brough 4 pedals along in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many thanks to the dears who could make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise i would be skinned alive by SDAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvKEnYHYDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-TYgMocsLJY/s1600-h/05122009745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412141557854199858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvKEnYHYDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-TYgMocsLJY/s320/05122009745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;most of my members couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 5 of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filled up a one hour slot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are such a joy to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvKESafCMI/AAAAAAAAA08/1OXkE1dDyX4/s1600-h/05122009744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412141552226994370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvKESafCMI/AAAAAAAAA08/1OXkE1dDyX4/s320/05122009744.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvKDhLykcI/AAAAAAAAA00/VM8UbUXaf-8/s1600-h/05122009739.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvE0FbIEFI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Ro3th7tvLO0/s1600-h/05122009742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135776303976530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvE0FbIEFI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Ro3th7tvLO0/s320/05122009742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some lecturers from np were there too.&lt;br /&gt;they praised us.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so honoured to be the president of the club.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that it's these kind of sense of achievement that motivates me to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;i will be a better president.&lt;br /&gt;i will bring the club up to a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;after that,&lt;br /&gt;lynette, fryderyk, laopo and i went to tiong bahru.&lt;br /&gt;stoned at mos burger for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;talking, laughing,&lt;br /&gt;making fun of fryderyk.&lt;br /&gt;discussing bgr issues.&lt;br /&gt;time flew pass.&lt;br /&gt;and soon,&lt;br /&gt;it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;frozen yogurt to end of,&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvEz4Nvv7I/AAAAAAAAA0c/_z2qNpTOPaI/s1600-h/05122009740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135772758196146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvEz4Nvv7I/AAAAAAAAA0c/_z2qNpTOPaI/s320/05122009740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvEzfCoLGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/s_WY1GDKZkA/s1600-h/05122009739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135766000675938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvEzfCoLGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/s_WY1GDKZkA/s320/05122009739.jpg" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvEzPnl_JI/AAAAAAAAA0M/EqUeeEBFHuk/s1600-h/05122009732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135761860754578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvEzPnl_JI/AAAAAAAAA0M/EqUeeEBFHuk/s320/05122009732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laopo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i'm not the right one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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to'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SxvKEnYHYDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-TYgMocsLJY/s72-c/05122009745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-7982582489249033489</id><published>2009-12-01T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:28:16.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers are friends we haven&apos;t met'/><title type='text'>strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been meeting very nice strangers these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i left my laptop at kfc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and walked off till somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then a couple came up to my laopo and i,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holding my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a moment we thought they were asking for directions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they actually wanted to return my laptop to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo and i went to mos burger for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this very nice uncle came up to us and talked alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he then gave us 2 burgers to bring home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after dinner with laopo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i took the train home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were 4 people who came into the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my left was 3 seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my right was 1 seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i moved to my right to allow them to be able to sit together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they then looked at me and waited for me to turn and look at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they all smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a genuine smile from the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby then came to pick me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he cycled me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a talk about the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was planning ahead for our future careers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going over to granny's later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coussie's gonna teach me to use photoshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks jinmay dear for helping me with photoshop too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you don't matter to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i won't bother about your opinions of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you all can be self centered for all you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will show you that i can do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just wait and see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to end off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiffany laopo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so happy for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know that you'll find a guy who's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7982582489249033489?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7982582489249033489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7982582489249033489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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craving for a super rich chocolately cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially the one my workplace sells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's called triple chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has gigantic chocolate chips at the side and the fudge on top is just so tempting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i had craving for smarties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's so hard to find any these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hui hui bought a tube for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a sweetheart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and baby dee bought me a whole pack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's my boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on wed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui and i had our field supervision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kids were a handful that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very happy that we both passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's all i ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't dare to even ask for good grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the field supervisor came down to watch our lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then during evaluation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is a vegetable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were at a loss for words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she then started drawing mindmaps on vegetables,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;branching out on the different parts of the plants that we eat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us were stunned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked us what is a mushroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we nearly fainted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went down to school after that for IT lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were super hungry then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lesson dragged on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KE after class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coffeebean with my wifey and fryderyk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remembered it was a rainy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then baby came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cooked noodles for him and tingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they both then went off to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met mummy after her work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she bought me a new laptop cos it pains her heart when i carry my very heavy dell laptop to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tingy and i went down to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to uninstall the old programmes from my dell laptop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and install the programmes into my new laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BK at simei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then baby surprised me by appearing behind me while eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he then fell in love with my laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homed with tingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby picked me up after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to catch 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but tickets for the 8.15 show at century was sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ticketing person asked us if we wanted to catch the 9.15 show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked over to tm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tickets for the 8.30 show were sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we then walked back to century to purchase the tickets for the 9.15 show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was already sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW IRRITATING IS THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we then decided to pass time by looking at hamsters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby then sent me home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up and mum prepared breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate and went to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work was fine as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thomas is forever entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made new friends today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm no longer the newest worker in berrylite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought dinner and homed after work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doing up my assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just finished singapore families essay draft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall do ec's essay draft tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-4648025391921092949?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/4648025391921092949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-7184010255575134063</id><published>2009-11-16T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:46:00.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had work on sat and sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both mornings were rainy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a nice start of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work was fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vanessa told me about the story of berrylite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tan jin may that sweetheart came to accompany me during my break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was overjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love her to bits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;down with sore throat, flu, cough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assignments pilling up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have to implement lesson on wed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teacher janice is nice enough to let me take the Nursery kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving KE a miss today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feels so weird to break my record of 100% attendance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't seem to find the motivation to get myself started on the assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall do up my lesson plan for attachment on wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;charmaine low pei jun, you owe me some explaination BIG TIME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how can you not tell me anything about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;call me up soon k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7184010255575134063?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7184010255575134063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7184010255575134063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7184010255575134063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7184010255575134063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/11/rainy-mornings.html' title='Rainy mornings'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-7816399130501304790</id><published>2009-11-07T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:38:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday during PEC tutorial,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were told to go for dialogue in the dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's an exhibition in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's totally dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we were guided by a visually impaired guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;initially,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was damn scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the feeling of having to move around in totally darkness just scared me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in fact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i almost wanted to back out the moment we stepped in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were given walking canes to guide us around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's really really scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this whole experience made me realise how fortunate i am to be able to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to cross bridges,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walk on sand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walk on pebbles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;purchase drinks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;identify fruits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;differentiate between the green and red apples,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;use our sense of touch to feel the car plate number,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the car's colour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stuff like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's really an eye opener for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you're interested to go for this exhibition,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's $12 for students and $20 for adults. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's an opening promotion now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so everything's half price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;attachment today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda heartwarming to see the kiddos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially when they remembered my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7816399130501304790?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7816399130501304790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7816399130501304790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7816399130501304790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7816399130501304790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/11/learn-to-treasure.html' title='Learn to treasure'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-177469358574184585</id><published>2009-10-25T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:18:54.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week two of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;school really suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't like going to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i am a terrible student indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of the whole week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only went for 2 days of lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm terrible, aren't i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon was the first day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ke after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i refused to stand on the shuttle  bus on tues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided to take a train there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i started seeing double.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hence decided to give school a miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby skipped his briefing at school to come over and accompany me for a short while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wed was IT lesson for 4 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how boring can that be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it wasn't too bad afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thurs was selling of chocolates at NUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to school on fri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at 9am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my horror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;class starts at 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gave school a miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;celebrated our 4 years anni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a really simple one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he bought new rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gave him a scrapbook that i made with LOADS of effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it took me like........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many many many days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum laughed at the scrapbook when she saw the section on baby's unglam pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seoul garden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched my sister's keeper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a damn good show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i didn't cry though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then bought stuff back to my home to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tv and then baby went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday was working at berrylite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;opening with thomas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was telling me about stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that made me laugh like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my shift ends at 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to clock out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he cancelled the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he refused to accept the fact that i can go off earlier than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought cheesecake yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's really really yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rushed to expo to work for the chocolate fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiring tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my job was to stand there and make sure peopel don't steal things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how boring is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time literally crawled it's way through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singaporeans are indeed scary creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i was told to give out the free sampling chocolates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear i had to fight for my life instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they really snatched their way through just to get that piece of chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mind you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a whole big group of them who did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time passed faster when jinmay's brother and i started talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ended up promoting the chocs together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's a really nice guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so may,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be nicer to him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work at berrylite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was really late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time breezed through with vanessa and thomas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had some laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we were staring at a guy who had a distorted nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thomas said he obviously had a fight with someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a whole new week of school is starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;absolutely not looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and one last thing to add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. i heard it on the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you smoke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cigarette does the smoking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you, are the sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-177469358574184585?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/177469358574184585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=177469358574184585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/177469358574184585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/177469358574184585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-really-suck.html' title='week two of school'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-5550590029083244414</id><published>2009-10-18T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:20:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i refuse to accept the fact that school starts tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chocolate selling at fengshan primary school again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate their canteen food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not-up-to-standard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really for kids huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's this group of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then they told us that one of their friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinks i'm pretty and he likes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jinmay, me and aunty doreen stunned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then they added :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;johnathan say she very sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALL OF US BURST OUT LAUGHING AT THAT INSTANT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm like almost 10 years older than that kid cannnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby accompanied me to bobby's house warming yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought him a cute little mushroom to store things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bobby's mother was extremly friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she kept saying :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"clarabel, go take food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"clarabel, sit here and eat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"clarabel, take more food. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so nice of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bobby's itouch dropped from the 11th floor to the first floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to his friendsssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was really angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cut fruits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wash fruits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cut more fruits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wash fruits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serve customers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wash fruits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cut more fruits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it went on and on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i cut a box of mutated gigantic strawberries today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's really huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about the size of a kiwi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i plucked up enough courage to actually eat alone at kfc during my lunch break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't believe i survived that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've got a new phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby met me after work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;came over to my place and ate some of my mummy's curry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our 4 years anniversary in 5 days time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school's starting in 12 hours time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-5550590029083244414?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5550590029083244414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=5550590029083244414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5550590029083244414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5550590029083244414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-refuse-to-accept-fact-that-school.html' title='WORK'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-3028502420277701620</id><published>2009-10-13T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:21:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a brief update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JM : yes. you're silly. and you know that. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghost : yup. hope everything's okay for you too! AND, you didn't tell me how did the apology went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evelyn : Hi evelyn. (: HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xueryl: i was just thinking of you this morning, then i saw your tag. haha. misses too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had KE yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby accompanied me during the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;practice was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the highlight of the day was squeezing into miss ann's car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while we're on our way to the highway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this lady driver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drove towards our direction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us got a shock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've got no idea how she actually passed her driving license. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her car was literally in front of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;facing us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn scary at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we realised that it was funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;burger king at east point with laopo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then homed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby has camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the previous week passed really quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i went to sell chocolates at feng shan primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i nearly committed suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every single kid there called me "aunty"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have to respond to that word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a kind of physical and mental torture you know?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18 years old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and being deemed fit as an AUNTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how terrible can that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just went on the whole day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that for a moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believed that i was an aunty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work at berrylite on thurs, and sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everytime i do opening with jolene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something not very plesant will happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first time i worked with her in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the small machine spoilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the yogurt is unable to freeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and on sunday when i worked with her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the big maching leaked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;causing the whole shop to be sticky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so sticky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that my shoes were stuck to the floor when i tried to walk away from where i was standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super funny lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was crisis day on sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything just went the wrong way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm beginning to accept the fact that fruits have to be cut into small little pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i first cut watermelon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear that it was the worse fruit ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos it's so heavy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was told to cut mangoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear that the mangoes are the most terrible fruit ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos it's so slippery,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it keeps sliding off the glove,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's a stupid seed in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just a damn stupid fruit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought cutting an over-riped mango is bad enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but cutting an under-ripe mango is worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just gets worse at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i'm determined that i hate mangoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was told to cut the pomegranate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from that moment onwards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided that no fruit can be worse than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've never seen or eaten a pomegranate before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in order to cut it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we must cut it in half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then pluck out the little saps one by one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it requires tons of patience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and effort!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because if we pluck it too hardly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will burst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the juice will start flying everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yet if we don't use enough force,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT JUST DOESN'T COME OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how terrible is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my conclusion is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pomegranate is officially my hatest fruit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-3028502420277701620?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3028502420277701620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=3028502420277701620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3028502420277701620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3028502420277701620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-brief-update.html' title='Just a brief update'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-4337505195292960625</id><published>2009-10-04T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:24:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottle full of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied : (p.s. i'm so sorry i realised i forgot to reply tags)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;charmaine : wei. don't laugh at me okay. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qihui : (: thanks for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui : i dunno. send for repair? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brief update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was planning to make a little something for baby dee cos he's going on his flying trip the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decided on a bottle of strawhearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was on the MRT to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from tampines to dover,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only completed 8 little stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how the hell am i gonna fill the whole bottle up then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dessert with laopo at tiong bahru &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;continued on the stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided to write on the little pieces of paper and roll them up and put it in the bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks laopo for helping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise i would just die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i wrote lots of little nonsense in those paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the stars fill up the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388740332209541442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SsimyAgrkUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/JdHX3oTyhBs/s320/30092009514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;left it at baby's house doorstep before walking home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;vivo in the morning with laopo to get stuff for dearest tan jinmay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;may's birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;steamboat, sheesha, beer and homed. &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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chocolate selling at Raffles Institue with dearest tan jinmay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;made our way there by bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;walked a damn big round just to get into the school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stupid school, damn big. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sales was bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ended up spending the working time eating chips and talking with aunty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the students there are just weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they aren't even the least bit attracted to chocolates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in fact,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they try to avoid our booth as much as possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;after work,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;went home to get stuff while may waited for me SOMEWHERE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;baby dee came back from his trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and he bought me cookies. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e!hub and bbq chicken with may after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;may went home while dee and i went to return dvd and had yogurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;homed after that. &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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;work at berrylite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;made new friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;javier is a big bully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i bought bubble tea for him and sheng ming and myself during break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my bubble tea and his had the same colour straw. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he wrote his name on his cup of bubble tea,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and switch his cup with mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and he WAITED for me to pick his drink up and drink so that he can laugh at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what a bully right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but it was fun working with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ended work at 6,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;accompanied sheng ming for his break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's so saddening to eat alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and he's a vegetarian!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he told me some stuff about the shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ah well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;homed after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;opening with jolene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she's late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so i started myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;being new,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i don't really know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so i placed the things at some weird way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in the end,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she had to rearrange everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;talked quite a fair bit during work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;jaclyn came in at 12.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and then,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;while working,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i was thinking of my dearest baby dee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and he suddenly pop out in front of me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i was stunned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i thought i was dreaming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but yah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he came to accompany me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so sweet right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;homed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dinnered with family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;daddy brought us to some restaurant underneath a void deck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;total bill came up to about $120 for the 4 of us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;had an ice-cream cone for dessert after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i need to complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's so damn unfair that guys have huge hands!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they can play chords on the piano so much more effortlessly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's damn unfair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm damn sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm so gonna chiong my beethoven pathetique sonata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i love that song so much,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and i'm extremly inspired by the videos on youtube!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i don't care even if my hand starts to cramp!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm just gonna chiong and finish the pieceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i want to learn beethoven's moonlight sonata, 3rd movement too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and i must find the motivation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-4337505195292960625?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/4337505195292960625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=4337505195292960625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4337505195292960625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4337505195292960625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/10/bottle-full-of-love-tags-replied-p.html' title='bottle full of love'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SsimyAgrkUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/JdHX3oTyhBs/s72-c/30092009514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-4662133686616180085</id><published>2009-09-29T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:25:53.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>devastated is the word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my lovely beloved camera went mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's spoilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it takes pictures with weird horizontal lines across it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am very sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SsDx1F-UoxI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xOkpIzdzbDs/s1600-h/SL372721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386571048774050578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SsDx1F-UoxI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xOkpIzdzbDs/s320/SL372721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's not just a camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby dee gave it to me on my birthday last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it just passed the warranty period by a week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no wonder the warranty period lasts for a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;service centre is all the way at Toh Guan road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've never heard of such a road before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rambutan / lychee / longan road i've seen and heard of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but Toh guan road?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M SO GONNA CALL THE OPERATORS TOMORROW MORNING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came home to a sweet surprise today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i received a card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a birthday card that was mailed to my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joleen, qihui and chantel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really touched from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you girls ever read this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANKS A MILLION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3 align="center"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's coussie's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy 19th my dearest cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you loads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ikea, stayover, waffle crisps and hangouts soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-4662133686616180085?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SsDx1F-UoxI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xOkpIzdzbDs/s72-c/SL372721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-8711219525289629026</id><published>2009-09-26T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:26:16.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been a busy busy week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20th sept - baby's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22nd sept - my birthday and bobby's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23rd sept - our 47th month anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sr4YjKPbzSI/AAAAAAAAAzw/xa19t5bnwtw/s1600-h/scrapebook5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385769196705271074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sr4YjKPbzSI/AAAAAAAAAzw/xa19t5bnwtw/s320/scrapebook5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i bought him a solvil titus watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he bought me a solvil titus watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mummy says : like that equals to you buy watch for yourself and he buy for himself lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee dee had his birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a really really happy and meaningful birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is why i liked it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee spent the first few hours of my birthday after work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had cup noodles and craze hotties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homed to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dearest tan jinmay popped by my house when i was sleeping to give me 2 pretty cakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stoned at my house for a few moments, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to catch the ugly truth with baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to white sands to return a library book.&lt;br /&gt;went to e!hub to wait for my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinnered at sakura with mum, dad, tingy and dee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to my place after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bobby came by to give me a apple bracelet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to buy drinks with dee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rotted at my house till midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's really sufficient for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to have the people who matters the most to me in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't need anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i truly enjoyed my 18th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tingy dear bought me the liu qian magic book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i adore liu qian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally met up with adeline dear on thurs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;movie, BBQ chicken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and with her great idea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked from e!hub to my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it took us an hour and a half!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched the 9'o clock show at my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before sending her to the busstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love her to bits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work has been occupying most of my free time and weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldn't say that the job is tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;repetitive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so means,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to repeat the things that i do over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for example,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can be standing at that one particular position cutting fruits for an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did closing yesterday night with jolene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached home around 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept at 1 plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up at 7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did opening with thomas today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was prepared to have my breakfast alone somewhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but mummy woke up and toasted chicken pie for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caught a bad flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;used up 2 huge packets of tissue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each packet contains 120pieces of tissue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thomas gave me panadol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it didn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had fun crushing oreos today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i enojyed removing the cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was talking to thomas throughout the whole morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the people there are really really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like my new colleagues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while working,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised i missed the fun factor in work that i used to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost 3 years ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i worked in mac with dee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way zhao wei, zhi jie and wee disturbed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remember being locked up in the chiller by zhi jie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he even turned the lights off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the "sisters" among ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way aunty chiu ting dotes on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way she protects me from the evil aunty and nasty customers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way gary told me " mc wings without lettuce",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or "apple pie without apple"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way the managers protect me from guys that try to get my number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i worked in subway with dee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way azmi disturbed customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way dhanie called me "meow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed helmi the melmi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed talking to phebe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed being able to work with dee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way he makes yummy food for me to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i missed the yummy chocolate chip cookies he bakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed fighting with yazid the monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the way he rewards me with brownies for helping him to sweep the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed being called "behlo (in malay)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed toasting marshmellows with john and nicholas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed aunty june!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed eating western for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the uncle and how his stall assistant calls me his god-daughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed sitting on the dustbin cover when my legs are tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed sitting on the floor when there are no customers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many many many other things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that are so hilarious and fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll never be able to get these back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gosh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby's watching F1 now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sr4YjKPbzSI/AAAAAAAAAzw/xa19t5bnwtw/s72-c/scrapebook5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-438126792275495122</id><published>2009-09-15T20:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:52:17.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can finally upload my pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm really happy today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really really happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a peek into the chocolate-selling job i had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381671417463517474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-JpA_JMSI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7BJh2c2bORE/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's how it looked like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i won't exactly say my holidays are interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's great because i have more time to spent with my lovely friends and family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear sister tingy bought me a be-early birthday present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;extremely sweet of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-TROY1I6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/UuDUYbUoJeI/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381682003860333474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-TROY1I6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/UuDUYbUoJeI/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a wallet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it to bits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i love her to bits too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be working this coming fri, sat and sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;night shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;working at berrylite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parkway parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wouldn't be able to attend dee's birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i promised to look for him straight after i end work at 9!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is a really happy day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i met bobby in the morning for a short while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went to eat with daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to buy shoes for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and decided to doodle on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-TQXyxm-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/Occy2Kwj2wQ/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381681989205203938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-TQXyxm-I/AAAAAAAAAzY/Occy2Kwj2wQ/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it took me at least 4 hours to complete this pair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the shoes were super super cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's only $5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's really frustrating cos i kept rotating the picture and uploading it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it still doesn't go upright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn irritatedddddddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevermind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i officially own a pair of shoe that nobody else in the world has!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the only one in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm self entertaining&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you're really close to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you would probably hear me mentioning about PINOCCHIO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that puppet with the long nose in cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is one of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in whitesand's xscoop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know those machine in arcades where you have to catch the toys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's sooooooooooo cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so damn cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i really wanted it so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so so so damn badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee dee promised to catch it for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTEMPT NUMBER 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-JrT01-FI/AAAAAAAAAyo/uhI5g9nwOqw/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381671456880326738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-JrT01-FI/AAAAAAAAAyo/uhI5g9nwOqw/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent 10 over bucks here!&lt;br /&gt;but failed!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTEMPTED NUMBER 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-JqYHsGlI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_ZDWXYkAeKU/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381671440853244498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-JqYHsGlI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_ZDWXYkAeKU/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FAILED AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sad la k.&lt;br /&gt;i was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;then one fine sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;i met up with dearest tan jinmay.&lt;br /&gt;we went to whitesands for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;and then i showed her pinocchio!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MY HORROR,&lt;br /&gt;it's no longer for catching.&lt;br /&gt;and only for display.&lt;br /&gt;i was so upset,&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never ever get it again.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;never ever.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381671450114400866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-Jq6nuImI/AAAAAAAAAyg/zyT8K0sCMhA/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only for display. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm convinced that we weren't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;i can only look at it through that piece of glass.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and today,&lt;br /&gt;dee dee, tingy and i went to BBQ chicken for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i knew he was up to something.&lt;br /&gt;he was being very secretive!&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673381152471362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-LbUTEuUI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2zYLuvx8rtg/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES IT"S TRUE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he got it for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for meeeeee!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know how he did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it's simply impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he told us that he took a long time to persuade the people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he even told them to put it in any maching for him to catch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or sell it to him at any price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so touched!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so so so touched!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eventually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a very kind auntie who was working there helped him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she placed the pinocchio in the sweet catching machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my dearest baby dee just sat there and tried his best to fulfil his promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the auntie eventually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;helped him by dropping the pinocchio in the box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh manns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she must be touched by his sincerity and perserverance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm really very touched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't it cute?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so damn cute right the pinocchio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know why tan jin may insists that it's disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673373761112434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-La4w1iXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/t5wGmOR3G6Y/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i can officially hold this thing in my hands now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's a dream come true,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and a promise kept!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY DEAREST BABY DEE,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381671432907579202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sq-Jp6hS30I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MVw5-skLFkQ/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4 years of relationship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;though times can turn really nasty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but it gets back really soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you showed me how much i mean to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you were never the kind of guy who coats your words with honey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;never were you the kind of guy who mumbles sweet nothings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your actions prove what you meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and that;s what that really matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i love you baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-438126792275495122?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/438126792275495122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=438126792275495122' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-1152399699122351073</id><published>2009-09-08T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:59:12.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cs : yup! shopping when we get our payyyyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xueryl : thanks for always being here. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eve : cute sia both of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xin yi : hee. shopping soon! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jin may : gosh. don't remind me of the soundmaker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gina : sorry no. but will update you if i have any!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui : teacher's day? i don't wanna be a teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bobby: yup. updating now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures can't be uploaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's pissing the shit out of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brief update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selling chocolates these few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to jinmay dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though it's kinda irritating to be answering the same questions over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was posted to TPJC for 2 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met loads of primary and secondary school mates there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been bombarded with the same few questions which made me wanna bang the wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"why are you selling chocolates here? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"not schooling anymore? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you dropped out of school? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i thought you did quite well for your o levels, why... selling chocolates here? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can only reply one, same, pathetic reply over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i'm in poly, having holidays now. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how irritating can this get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks vernon for accompanying me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going for 2 interviews tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haven't decided what to wear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will update more when pictures can be posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1152399699122351073?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1152399699122351073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1152399699122351073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1152399699122351073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1152399699122351073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/09/tags-replied-cs-yup-shopping-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-517178257806346662</id><published>2009-08-25T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:07:04.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY 46 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-2 days ago-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjyLG72II/AAAAAAAAAxg/cy4PswxydBI/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373889231497975938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjyLG72II/AAAAAAAAAxg/cy4PswxydBI/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; p.s. if you notice, there's another face beside him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's really funny as it matches our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the little random cards i made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjxr3ei3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/lkr_PGla-YA/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373889223111641970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjxr3ei3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/lkr_PGla-YA/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373889192549756354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjv6A9LcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/OXMJ58nBHBk/s320/SL372502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;and chocolates you bought for me &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373889201754630354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjwcTkaNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/19MGNilZJqM/s320/SL372544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Finally made a trip down to granny's last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummy food for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coussie was really happy as there's extra dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down with coussie to collect weeds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a truly fun experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we saw a really pretty sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjxKir_QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOXJoy-5qnc/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373889214166072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjxKir_QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YOXJoy-5qnc/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to get rootbeer and instant noodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to granny's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cooked noodles for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and waffle crisps with milk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waited for daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then he brought us for frog leg porridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an absolutely fulfilling day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in terms of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;studying for ITBD last week with laopo at coffeebean was futile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ended up leaving quite early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892476084101618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPmvCIjIfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/KMsVHQTq5AU/s320/18082009337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams have finally come to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;indeed something worth celebrating about.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;everyone else is still having their papers,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody is free to go out.&lt;br /&gt;hence,&lt;br /&gt;home seems like the perfect place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;DLE paper yesterday was a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as tough as i imagined it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;town with xinyi and cherng shing yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked and bitched and crapped alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;settled down for fried mars balls with vanilla ice-cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an absolutely yummy but sinful treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;job hunted at far east. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filled up application forms over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed to cine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sat at Gloria Jean's coffee and talked for an hour and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time flies when i'm with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892470124182322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPmur7l-zI/AAAAAAAAAxo/tlTs-CaPHaQ/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892496635731026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPmwOscHFI/AAAAAAAAAyA/bgsrzqs0HW0/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;me and cherng shing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892488227797762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPmvvX1OwI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wVkq7ddqCDk/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xin yi and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heeren after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and bused home with xinyi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really had a great time out with you two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent the whole time today watching tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought dinner home for my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a bag of 2.5kg rice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i nearly died on my way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't buy my own dinner cos i forgot and it's too heavy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exams please be over soon for dee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise i'll rot everyday at home like today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-517178257806346662?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/517178257806346662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=517178257806346662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/517178257806346662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/517178257806346662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-46-months-anniversary-3-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SpPjyLG72II/AAAAAAAAAxg/cy4PswxydBI/s72-c/DSC00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-6240246526635940327</id><published>2009-08-22T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:16:24.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui : uh huh. i'm suay. but at least i can protect myself. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roz: yup. no more fighting i hope. will try. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JM : hee. yup. thanks for everything. loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eve : haha. it's better now. just that there's a scar. i hope it's temporary. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xueryl : hee hee. don't jealous la. i still love you the most. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yan zong : chill mann. i'm perfectly fine. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xiangluan : haha. don't worry. i'm okay. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xueryl : yup. meet up soon, after my exams! miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tingie : love you sister. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITBD paper yesterday was definitely a disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm pretty sure i screwed the whole thing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i literally bombed my way through the entire paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filling the questions up with answers that don't seem to come from the textbook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met tingie after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked around the freezing cold mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my little finger was totally numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't even feel a thing when she pinched me really hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee joined us for yogurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frozen yogurt with almonds and strawberries and grapes and oreos is the bestest thing ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee and i had it like, 3 or 4 times this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to e!hub to catch a movie with tingie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the coffeeshop near home for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched tv and bobby popped by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us looked out of the balcony in fascination when he rode his motorbike away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH YES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had this damn weird dream yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dreamt that dee and i belong to this cca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a really weird cca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's kinda like, surfing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just that you have to lie on this plank of plastic looking wood and sort of make it move in the sea, using your hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us were in that cca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had a best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my best friend is super super fat and round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;definitely not the kind of girl who's sweet and pleasant looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee and i had this 'secret underground relationship'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody knows that we're together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the cca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was the secretary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i do not have to engage myself in the sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i have to do during training is to sit under a coconut tree and take down notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my best friend had the biggest crush on dee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so she kept telling me how much she liked him and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she kept going close to him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i couldn't say anything because nobody is suppose to know that dee and i were together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a total nightmare i tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she asked him out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and HE AGREED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had to act gracious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to let my best friend go on a date with my boyfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i nearly banged the coconut tree beside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee and i stayed together in this apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to some supermarket to get our groceries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we bumped into boon they all at the supermarket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were holding hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he didn't let go of my hand when we bumped into them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-even though we're suppose to have an underground relationship-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a really weird dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then all of a sudden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we saw cheryl, dennis, evelyn and yonghong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but by right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're not suppose to know them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos we're in that plastic-wood-plank-pedalling cca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to act like i don't know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they didn't recognise us either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a damn weird dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when we bought our groceries home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the house was decorated nicely with scented candles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cushions, seashells, a candlelight dinner for 2,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and practically all those things you'll see in a tv drama when the guy is cooking western in the kitchen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting for the girl to come home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a candlelight dinner on a table made up of glass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's exactly what i saw in the dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fat best friend walked out of the kitchen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wearing an apron,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with 2 plates of black pepper steak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's damn -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she discovered that dee and i were a couple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she fainted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she literally fainted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we tried to put her on the couch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in vain cos she's too heavy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we just left her on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i walked into the kitchen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and saw 2 boxes of "happy western" in the dustbin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;means that she bought the steak instead of cooking it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laughs la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca't believe i remembered every single detail so vividly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait for this stupid last paper to end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would be really happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos it's holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm so gonna meet up with adeline. hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a big MUST. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;got to get back to studying for DLE.&lt;br /&gt;so screwed, totally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodluck to everyone who is having your papers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;the dream's not gonna come true right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;dee? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;don't you dare to run away with a fat girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-6240246526635940327?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/6240246526635940327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=6240246526635940327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/6240246526635940327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/6240246526635940327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/08/tags-replied-hui-hui-uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-7865199781670991606</id><published>2009-08-16T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:06:26.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@.@ : laughs. eat more la you. so skinny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xueryl : our pics are all here. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gina : hees. loves. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yan zong : hees. :P see ya soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chantel : pics are here. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JM : i miss you too. alot. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xueryl : :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xiang yu : you'll never get it back la. i think he throw away already. and, i'm not a pack of bones! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghost: yup yup. updating now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last day of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FM presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a mad rush when i reached school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reason being,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to wear formal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone was in a mad state of borrowing clothes and shoes from each other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; thanks meixuan for lending me heels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and phanida for lending me jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IMM with the girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to secret recipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the brownie with ice-cream is simply a must try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's absolutely yummy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and definitely a happy food when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370423234805640386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeTenQYLMI/AAAAAAAAAvY/VqJajaIIPII/s320/SL372465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bused back to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures on the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370426657399323186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeWl1aTOjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/C8J1U6bVkQU/s320/SL372467.JPG" border="0" /&gt; me and chantel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370423211600663538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeTdQz4U_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ix2Rqf9c5YE/s320/SL372471.JPG" border="0" /&gt; qihui, me and chantel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escape theme park last saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suppose to be an outing with the guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met jian ji, karjuan, yiwei, rachel, raymond and junjie there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we splited and went on our own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent the whole time at escape with cheryl, dennis and dee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;became a double date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escape theme park is simply a place where it's nice to hang out with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;definitely not a place that has thrilling rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went for the wet and wild ride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370423249557102066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeTfeNZnfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/X9U1NDqjhik/s320/SL372475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(in the boat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then the bumper boat thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us were drenched to toes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out to smoke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tried to dry ourselves up a little by sitting under the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;started taking pictures for self entertainment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeTgS76BSI/AAAAAAAAAvo/T9mlUVqJ-iU/s1600-h/SL372477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370423263710807330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeTgS76BSI/AAAAAAAAAvo/T9mlUVqJ-iU/s320/SL372477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dee and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370424894762922402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeU_PFCMaI/AAAAAAAAAvw/8QAkG9gSwP8/s320/SL372479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dennis and cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370424911771339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeVAOcKClI/AAAAAAAAAv4/E7v1dkRbxLw/s320/SL372482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370424928489059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeVBMt-NYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/tKtUM29HQWk/s320/SL372485.JPG" border="0" /&gt; me and cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then our boyfriends trying to be macho.&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370424959167489922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeVC_AR54I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/XAkuU4rr3yQ/s320/SL372496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370426630055599154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeWkPjDHDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qMD5LPRxufs/s320/SL372497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370426646009418898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeWlK-vFJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/iJnKwfb4ctc/s320/SL372498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock climbing boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370424944957989442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeVCKEeIkI/AAAAAAAAAwI/IV4-qhjtkQg/s320/SL372491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;self timed camera, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the four of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like this picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for lunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then played awhile more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we were about to leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jian ji gave me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370426696359940706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeWoGjPEmI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Ggka7g7MswM/s320/SL372523.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thanks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;went to catch a movie,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and homed. &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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thursday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bobby accompanied me to bugis to get a new pair of sandals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i bought a pair of sandals last week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it is black and has pretty jewels on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it got stolen from my shoe rack. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thanks bobby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yesterday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;got myself drenched from head to toe just to buy some yummy food for my dearest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;waited for him at the bus stop,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he then went home to bathe and change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;headed down to east coast with dennis for haroz's birthday surprise bbq. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;left first because of some issues. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;crying my way out,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and bumped into the group of them who went out to buy drinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;totally embarrassing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and i felt like burying my head into a hole. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;while i was walking home,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 drunkards followed me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ended up with a struggle with one of them,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and i kicked him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ended up with a scratch on my left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370426674505214322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeWm1IqaXI/AAAAAAAAAww/q8Kcwvp6--Q/s320/SL372514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeTcRcYJhI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JRx6MgKwkj8/s1600-h/SL372522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370423194590651922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeTcRcYJhI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JRx6MgKwkj8/s320/SL372522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it doesn't even bother you that i'm in pain and bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all you did was to continue having fun out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i couldn't fall asleep at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but yet i didn't even dare to drop you a msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for fear that we might end up in another quarrell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i stayed wide awake till 6am in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos the pain is too much to bear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it hurts from the wound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as well as from the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but do you even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i doubt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7865199781670991606?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7865199781670991606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7865199781670991606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7865199781670991606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7865199781670991606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/08/tags-replied.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SoeTenQYLMI/AAAAAAAAAvY/VqJajaIIPII/s72-c/SL372465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-5457754624666920192</id><published>2009-08-04T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:49:18.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was ransacking through my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw my o level art sketches.&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it,&lt;br /&gt;it's something i'm proud of.&lt;br /&gt;though,&lt;br /&gt;it only got me a final grade of C5.&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&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SnfDwqzZu0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/qMdq23B5CZ4/s1600-h/SL370178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SnfDwqzZu0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/qMdq23B5CZ4/s320/SL370178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365972721926257474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_M3Zir-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/XUjwx1OrtmE/s1600-h/SL370177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_M3Zir-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/XUjwx1OrtmE/s320/SL370177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365967708785651682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_Mqz13qI/AAAAAAAAAug/8DiqeJnDcpA/s1600-h/SL370176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_Mqz13qI/AAAAAAAAAug/8DiqeJnDcpA/s320/SL370176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365967705406299810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_LvHhsSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8ybKg3KPyOE/s1600-h/SL370174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_LvHhsSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8ybKg3KPyOE/s320/SL370174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365967689382736162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_K6Uu4GI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ToXl1kjppa8/s1600-h/SL370173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_K6Uu4GI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ToXl1kjppa8/s320/SL370173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365967675211047010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and nope,&lt;br /&gt;i do not like spiders.&lt;br /&gt;neither am i a spider fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why i drew spiders.&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite picture,&lt;br /&gt;it's a backview of a lady who is grasping on to her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_MO_LB8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/bQ8Dqlpfqeo/s1600-h/SL370175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sne_MO_LB8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/bQ8Dqlpfqeo/s320/SL370175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365967697937631170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like it.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;C5.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i drew 2 pictures when i was really really angry.&lt;br /&gt;here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SnfDw9GE5jI/AAAAAAAAAu4/OwxlOeaxn6Y/s1600-h/SL372394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SnfDw9GE5jI/AAAAAAAAAu4/OwxlOeaxn6Y/s320/SL372394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365972726836422194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SnfDxNreSGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/CcMx_EzMXEY/s1600-h/SL372392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SnfDxNreSGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/CcMx_EzMXEY/s320/SL372392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365972731288242274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;it's finally coming to the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;just can't wait for holidays to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna head down to bugis now.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;i had a drastic lost of weight.&lt;br /&gt;standing at a weight of 45 kg now.&lt;br /&gt;which means i lost 5 kg.&lt;br /&gt;good news isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-5457754624666920192?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5457754624666920192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=5457754624666920192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5457754624666920192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5457754624666920192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-ransacking-through-my-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SnfDwqzZu0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/qMdq23B5CZ4/s72-c/SL370178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-1716029560217487354</id><published>2009-08-02T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:07:48.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wake up call'/><title type='text'>The wake up call</title><content type='html'>tags replied &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cousin : yup. i love you too. &lt;br /&gt;hui hui : i'll take care. &lt;br /&gt;chantel : don't worry. glad to have you girls in school. &lt;br /&gt;cs : yup. i'll be okay. &lt;br /&gt;qihui : don't worry. thanks for everything in school. &lt;br /&gt;yan zong : yupp. don't worry. told you not to over-react. &lt;br /&gt;tingy : i love you too sister. &lt;br /&gt;evelyn : what a surprise to see your tag. thanks for your concern. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and to a very special person in my heart &lt;br /&gt;CHERYL&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything. &lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;be it the random meetings,&lt;br /&gt;the donuts,&lt;br /&gt;the eeyore,&lt;br /&gt;the cake thingy,&lt;br /&gt;and all other presents....&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there for me, always. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for bringing me out to unwind. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for making the effort to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for coming into my life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;really appreciate everything. &lt;br /&gt;really. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and to my other lovelies like jinmay and tiffany,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there with me.&lt;br /&gt;you girls filled up my life with so much love, hope and concern. &lt;br /&gt;you girls never fail to show how much you care for me.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and of course to bobby,&lt;br /&gt;you said i'm like a sister from a different parent. &lt;br /&gt;that makes you my brother from another family. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for baking those wonderful cookies for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's your first time baking cookies,&lt;br /&gt;and you baked it for me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;it was something filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;and i can really feel it.&lt;br /&gt;thanks bob, my bro. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;to my school lovelies like chantel, joleen, qi hui, hui hui and of course, REGINA,&lt;br /&gt;thanks a million for being there.&lt;br /&gt;you people are the poor things who have to see my black face about 99 percent of the time.&lt;br /&gt;being the first few people i see in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;you girls have to bear with my moody outburst and horrible face. &lt;br /&gt;yet,&lt;br /&gt;you never give up trying to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;all the drinks, food, snacks, and naggings,&lt;br /&gt;forced me to take care of myself better. &lt;br /&gt;thank you girls. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and of course my closest people like dee, tingy, dad and mum,&lt;br /&gt;you all are the ones who never fail to put the smile back on my face.&lt;br /&gt;especially tingy who will try and be a clown for me.&lt;br /&gt;and you cooked noodles for me,&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in your life. &lt;br /&gt;thanks my dear sister. &lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll wait for you at your school bus stop next week when i do not have school.&lt;br /&gt;i will be there. &lt;br /&gt;and to my dearest sweetest dee dee&lt;br /&gt;you are the poorest thing who has to suffer each and every of my attitudes&lt;br /&gt;you have to give in to me on whatever i want or insist on. &lt;br /&gt;yet you never fail to show your undying love for me.&lt;br /&gt;i kept asking if you love me.&lt;br /&gt;and your answer would always be a yes. &lt;br /&gt;thanks for accompanying me despite being angry at me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for giving me a chance to explain.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for believing me. &lt;br /&gt;i love you, and i truly do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;adeline.&lt;br /&gt;your text gave me the biggest shock. &lt;br /&gt;which is why i named this post as the wake up call. &lt;br /&gt;you're right.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be taking everyone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i want to.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get rid of my negative thoughts and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;with lots of help from others,&lt;br /&gt;i'm able to get through it slowly now. &lt;br /&gt;you mean alot to me,&lt;br /&gt;and i can't bear to lose someone like you. &lt;br /&gt;i know you'll always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;once i've braced myself up,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you. &lt;br /&gt;love you girl. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be taking everyone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;love all of you,&lt;br /&gt;who have become a part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1716029560217487354?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1716029560217487354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1716029560217487354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1716029560217487354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1716029560217487354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/08/wake-up-call.html' title='The wake up call'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-5441882998227771880</id><published>2009-07-30T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:51:01.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 2.34am.&lt;br /&gt;to those who care,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;coussie, tingy, dee, , bobby, melmi, jinmay, michelle, tiff, cheryl, adeline, hui hui, regina, chantel, joleen, qihui, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate everything you all have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;be it buying of stuff, making of things, encouraging msgs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for showing that you care.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for helping me to fill up that gaping hole i have in me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;projects are a killer.&lt;br /&gt;spent an extremely long period of time trying to do ITBD poster today.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;but using microsoft words, powerpoint and paint seems to much more harder.&lt;br /&gt;i kept asking dee how to do this or that,&lt;br /&gt;or where to find certain buttons.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;eventually,&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda proud with the poster that i've completed.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's far too lousy to be used.&lt;br /&gt;lots of amendments have to be made.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a bloody poster.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i can't do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a loser,&lt;br /&gt;and a failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i can't accept criticsms.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a stupid poster...&lt;br /&gt;just a poster......&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;currently stuck with DLE project.&lt;br /&gt;we have to do up a corner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;the theme is bakery.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of the theme.&lt;br /&gt;just completed the chart.&lt;br /&gt;after finishing it,&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i took 3 hours to do something that is so simple.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;it's just a stupid chart.&lt;br /&gt;one stupid bloody chart.&lt;br /&gt;and it took me 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;told you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a loser,&lt;br /&gt;and a failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;while doing the chart,&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking.&lt;br /&gt;what's gonna happen if i die?&lt;br /&gt;how's everyone gonna react?&lt;br /&gt;will it even matter?&lt;br /&gt;does my presence even matter?&lt;br /&gt;guess not.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;going back to making my biscuits now.&lt;br /&gt;so sorry to all my groupmates.&lt;br /&gt;it's your misfortune to have me as your group member.&lt;br /&gt;it's your mishap to work with me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;please accept me for being a loser,&lt;br /&gt;and a failure in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;miserable nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-5441882998227771880?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5441882998227771880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=5441882998227771880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5441882998227771880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5441882998227771880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-8296215523493179797</id><published>2009-07-26T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:08:09.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world's no longer the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tags replied: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hui hui : yup thanks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jin may : love you too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yan zong : yupp thanks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ghost : i know. thanks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xueryl : yupp. don't worry. thanks for your concern. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 common symptoms of depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can’t sleep or you sleep too much&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's either lying in bed awake till the next morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or falling asleep at 11pm until noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can’t concentrate or find that previously easy tasks are now difficult &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piano playing has become more difficult... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't seem to complete a song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't focus on reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be it books or school work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just can't seem to keep my eyes on the words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you feel hopeless and helpless&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda hate my existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feel that i'm useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing seems to make me feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can’t control your negative thoughts, no matter how much you try&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously cannot control..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;destroy stuff to vent my anger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pull my own hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pinch myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scratch myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slapped myself when i saw my reflection.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have lost your appetite or you can’t stop eating&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it either no appetite the whole day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or weird and sudden food cravings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are much more irritable and short-tempered than usual&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take my anger out on people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence would rather be left alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;irritated very easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get angry over the slightest things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;break combs and pencils to vent my anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have thoughts that life is not worth living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feel that it's so tiring to continue on with life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pop pills to make myself sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but end up staying awake the whole night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you tear frequently and cry for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sudden flow of tears while taking a bus ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sudden crying when i'm trying to fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cry over matters which i won't bother in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you feel a loss of energy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling fatigued and physically drained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even small tasks are exhausting or take longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired the whole day but yet unable to sleep at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you withdraw yourself from certain friends and family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't wish to talk much to school friends anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite cold to certain people at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yet i'm still quite normal to lovelies like may, cheryl and tiff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you self-loath&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strong feelings of worthlessness or guilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hates my reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harsh criticism on myself of perceived faults and mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hated myself for not being able to remember to bring or do certain things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you do things that you loath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;picked up bad habits which i used to dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wants to punish myself by doing things i hate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you find pleasure in self inflicted pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves the way my skin reddens after pinching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves the way my head throbs after pulling my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves the stinging sensation on my cheek after the slap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;way to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clarabel low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you got 13 out of 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that's full marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;keep it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-8296215523493179797?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/8296215523493179797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=8296215523493179797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8296215523493179797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8296215523493179797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/13-common-symptoms-of-depression-you.html' title='the world&apos;s no longer the same'/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-5880734967112370548</id><published>2009-07-20T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:16:59.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you're down and out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried to be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried to put that smile back on your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be it buying things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being silly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that i'm feeling so miserable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will you be there for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i guess not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-5880734967112370548?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5880734967112370548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=5880734967112370548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5880734967112370548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5880734967112370548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-youre-down-and-out-i-tried-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-9173957804020793497</id><published>2009-07-16T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:12:08.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ghost : yah right. i know who you are. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yan zong : yupp. agreed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wei han : haha. yea. jams in the mornings are killers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xuerly : love you! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it feels so good to have someone there with you when you need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks cheryl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for buying me so many things when i'm down and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for accompanying me whenever i need that lsitening ear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for being there to listen to my rantings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for making me tell you what happened otherwise you'll bang at my house door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thanks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for being part of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sl9IZMcjHLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/uGpa68S9w-w/s1600-h/SL372375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359081679269076146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sl9IZMcjHLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/uGpa68S9w-w/s320/SL372375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sl9IY1Yg7pI/AAAAAAAAAt4/G7oIuKH_ZJo/s1600-h/SL372376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359081673078140562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sl9IY1Yg7pI/AAAAAAAAAt4/G7oIuKH_ZJo/s320/SL372376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sl9IYt2Tv6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/P8O5DtD-hV0/s1600-h/SL372379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sl9IYE33rmI/AAAAAAAAAtg/pyWzWtLXeuk/s320/SL372373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a bottle of perfume that you bought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she bought a bottle for me and one for herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we can wear the same fragrance and ask our boyfriends to find us by smelling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks cheryl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things are kinda sucky now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks may,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for accompanying me yesterday and today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i managed to burst out laughing at your house just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thanks for calling to check on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks alot may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks bobby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for having this "telepathy" kinda thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and checking on me whenever you sense that i'm not okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it always come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you made me swear not to pop pills to make myself sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise something bad will happen to you..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks bobby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks tingie my dear sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for hugging me when i cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for patting on my back to show me that you're there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks coussie for being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to cheer me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and calling me when i'm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks coussie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who cared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;withdrawing into self destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-9173957804020793497?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/9173957804020793497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=9173957804020793497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/9173957804020793497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/9173957804020793497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-feels-so-good-to-have-someone-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Sl9IZMcjHLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/uGpa68S9w-w/s72-c/SL372375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-7996088968876051733</id><published>2009-07-07T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:38:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;why is it so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the girls around me have to be hurt by guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why is it so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that love is something so magical, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet cruel at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these few days are a disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;days are spent consoling them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and trying to cheer them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are suffering indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't do anything to make them feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only thing i can provide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a listening ear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and letting them know that i'm there for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll get through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be with you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i really can't do much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm really willing to take the pain if i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are the closeset friend i have in poly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many things have happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're not as close as before anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't wanna see you sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though you haven't told me the full story yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i feel that you're upset and hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't like to see you like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevertheless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm here for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do update me soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry for not being able to meet you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you're feeling better after our long talking session yesterday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never expected we would have so much to talk about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so many things to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having to endure so many lies over and over again is very difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in fact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i admire you for your patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you're at a loss of what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm sure you'll get through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and things will return to it's happy state like once before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be there for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long as it's within my abilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take care and cheer up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it pains me the most to see you like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a tough patch that you're going through now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even without seeing you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can imagine how devastated you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really wish to be able to be there for you right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;letting go would be the best choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but even if you decide to pursue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be there with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to give you the support that you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm really worried about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet i feel so helpless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i can't take away any fraction of the pain you have with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember what i said about your suicidal thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a big nonono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just a phone call away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't it devastating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be able to do nothing but to listen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be able to listen but not help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you need me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long as it's within my abilities,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll get through this together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may there be no more tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more sorrows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more broken hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more agony,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more grief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;may there always be sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;may there always be blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm always here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7996088968876051733?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7996088968876051733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7996088968876051733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7996088968876051733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7996088968876051733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-is-it-so-that-girls-around-me-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-8058781446465243958</id><published>2009-07-06T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:15:44.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui : hahaha! whatever lah you. attachment's in 2 days time. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ghost : hahaha! i know who you are. _ _ _. right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school's in today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bathed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked to interchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm always in a rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i just can't seem to wake up earlier so that i can take my own sweet time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to walk really fast every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lady gaga would be my best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i would listen to " just dance " and "poker face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and walk according to the beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it results in me keeping a fast pace to reach the interchange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sounds quite stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it works for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;usually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll board the shuttle bus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and reach school around 8.30 for my 9am lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was this massive jam along PIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bus was moving so slowly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i think everybody on the bus would rather alight and walk by ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the driver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was also irritated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he decided to turn into the exit to balestier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had no single clue where i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a period of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw a place that i recognised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;orchard road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fancy being in orchard road at 8.50am when your class starts at 9!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot of people were caught in the terrible jam too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached the classroom around 9 plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to do research on our essay on finding nemo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to reaserch on the reasons for single-parent families in singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ting yun sat beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and both of us ended up laughing at the funny things we found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were trying to look for divorce rates in singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many funny things came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such as :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"9 ways to see if your spouse is cheating on you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"common excuses for divorce"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what must i do wrongly before i am applicable to apply for a divorce? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you can apply for a divorce if you can't stand the behaviour of your spouse"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ting yun then told me that some people used really weird excuse for applying a divorce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for example :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i can't stand the way my spouse squeeze the toothpaste"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i laughed till my tears nearly came out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the divorce statistics in singapore were said to be 10%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can it be 10% only?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of the 4 of us sitting together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us came from single-parent / divorced families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so how can it be 10% only?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevermind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we zoomed in to pre-marital sex that leads to children having single-parent families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nat who was sitting in front then told us that 50% of american teenagers get pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which amounts to about 1 million teens getting pregnant every year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were stunned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"wah. then if you suay suay kena, and your mum kicks up a big fuss, just tell her : hey mum, i'm part of the one in a million statistics. no big deal!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think the mother will just coma immediately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a great laughing session,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;class ended and we headed down to makan place for our lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chantel and i finally got our mushroomssssssssssssssssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wasn't as nice as before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chantel received a msg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;telling us that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITBD LECTURE WAS CANCELLED!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we squealed and clapped and hi-fived like some crazy group of girls who has just struck the lottery of one million dollars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our break is at 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our lecture starts at 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this gives us a stupid 4 hour break every monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which will definitely bore the shit out of anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we get to go home early today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so super happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we bought ice-cream to celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bused home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tingy wants fries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to i went to 201 to get a packet of fries for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while i was walking home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was raining and the wind was damn strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was at my house void deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was walking against the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to my horror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised that i'm not moving at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in fact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had difficulties standing still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the banglas stared at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were obvious amused by what they are seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt so embarrased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i even have to hide behind the stupid wall to wait for the stupid wind to finish blowing before i can walk home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how retarded is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;managed to reach home after quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rested awhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and played the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just love playing the piano on a rainy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emotions would seem to portray naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i feel like i'm part of the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the effect that the raindrops have is simply amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the piano is the only thing that allows me to express my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know how to describe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has became an important part of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's a skill that i definitely do not wish to lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;piano portrays perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-8058781446465243958?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/8058781446465243958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=8058781446465243958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8058781446465243958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/8058781446465243958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/tags-replied-hui-hui-hahaha-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-7345150627109665133</id><published>2009-07-05T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:03:36.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some pictures on what i've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi making for my family for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;they like it.&lt;br /&gt;dee dee liked it too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0rIvUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DosfumNJBDA/s1600-h/SL372279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0rIvUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DosfumNJBDA/s320/SL372279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354978610116847490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;went to the doctors'.&lt;br /&gt;dee was sick too.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to see the doctor together.&lt;br /&gt;both of us had to wear masks cos we got flu&lt;br /&gt;doctor gave me 2 days mc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0rj5wGaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mulkPRCuQcw/s1600-h/SL372290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0rj5wGaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mulkPRCuQcw/s320/SL372290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354978617408362914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;convention centre underpass was selling cute stuff&lt;br /&gt;bought gummies for dee and tingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0ryT8kKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/S-aYN_IHqwM/s1600-h/SL372297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0ryT8kKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/S-aYN_IHqwM/s320/SL372297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354978621276328098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to TP to camp for dee after school.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;passed him the gummies before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was mentioned in my earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was stoning at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY (:&lt;br /&gt;had to go to the science centre for FM project.&lt;br /&gt;dee accompanied me there today.&lt;br /&gt;train rides are especially fast with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached jurong east&lt;br /&gt;tried to find our way&lt;br /&gt;found it and went to the science centre!&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to take pictures of the eco garden and stuff&lt;br /&gt;but it started to rain&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toured the place,&lt;br /&gt;was really really fascinated with many things there.&lt;br /&gt;dee laughed at the way i stare at things when i'm fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0sdqaOCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/bwsFSRq1u-A/s1600-h/SL372312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0sdqaOCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/bwsFSRq1u-A/s320/SL372312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354978632913270818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stupid thing is a fish!&lt;br /&gt;how can i not stare?&lt;br /&gt;it's so unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile,&lt;br /&gt;the rain stopped a little&lt;br /&gt;went to the eco garden to snap a few pictures before the rain came back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0sMPTAjI/AAAAAAAAAso/jbXOuLfyM0A/s1600-h/SL372305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0sMPTAjI/AAAAAAAAAso/jbXOuLfyM0A/s320/SL372305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354978628236149298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued with our exploring&lt;br /&gt;dee tried to be funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4fXM_AWI/AAAAAAAAAs4/u1TiuV_m9A0/s1600-h/SL372332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4fXM_AWI/AAAAAAAAAs4/u1TiuV_m9A0/s320/SL372332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982805887451490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;then we tried this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;it's like,&lt;br /&gt;you have to hit something with a hammar,&lt;br /&gt;and something will "spark off" with the impact,&lt;br /&gt;and the harder you hit,&lt;br /&gt;the higher it goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kid in front of me tried,&lt;br /&gt;and his wass about 46&lt;br /&gt;when it was my turn,&lt;br /&gt;i hit it with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;goodness&lt;br /&gt;i actually lost to a kid&lt;br /&gt;cos mine was only 30 plus.&lt;br /&gt;dee tried,&lt;br /&gt;and he managed to get 126.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;am i a loser or what?&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;so we continued touring and we got really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;decided to leave as we're hungry.&lt;br /&gt;long john cravinggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk to the bus interchange and bused to IMM&lt;br /&gt;found the long john.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;happy us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating,&lt;br /&gt;i randomly mentioned that i want to eat "shan zha"&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what is it called in english.&lt;br /&gt;but it's this reddish thing,&lt;br /&gt;and i really loved to eat it since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;i was too lazy to peel the wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;too troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;dee decided to buy it for me and peel the wrapper for me.&lt;br /&gt;so that i won't have to do it myself&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;he then bought this small little tupperware to put everything in.&lt;br /&gt;so that i can still eat it even without him around.&lt;br /&gt;i was so touched&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4fgcE5hI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lzIbpzK8vDs/s1600-h/SL372346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4fgcE5hI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lzIbpzK8vDs/s320/SL372346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982808366671378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4gLtj62I/AAAAAAAAAtY/urB_eESvErY/s1600-h/SL372347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4gLtj62I/AAAAAAAAAtY/urB_eESvErY/s320/SL372347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982819982732130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4f8qvmQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ZgyMXDjZf0w/s1600-h/SL372349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4f8qvmQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ZgyMXDjZf0w/s320/SL372349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982815944382722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then trained home.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy day.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4fxwVggI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/T97jW8M2SHE/s1600-h/SL372351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC4fxwVggI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/T97jW8M2SHE/s320/SL372351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982813015048706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon us,&lt;br /&gt;we're quite not-photogenic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;school's tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;school suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-7345150627109665133?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7345150627109665133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=7345150627109665133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7345150627109665133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/7345150627109665133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-pictures-on-what-ive-been-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SlC0rIvUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DosfumNJBDA/s72-c/SL372279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-5750679084662069334</id><published>2009-07-04T12:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:38:13.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have you ever felt that today is a,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i need a hug day"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you realise that the person that you need the hug from,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the person who you do not wish to talk to/ see at the moment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FM lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during the lesson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we realised that we have done alot of things wrongly for project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crappppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that was lunch with the girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ice-cream with chantel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the underpass to study for our test at 3 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we started to discuss our plans for someones' birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was being all excited and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the plans of hiding here and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to our dismay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole thing has to be called off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because the birthday girl was off somewhere else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had the test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope i pass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homed for a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went out to get my hair highlighted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was being all excited about meeting friends in vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even bought something for someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet when i was on the train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was told to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because i can't stay out too late for some reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alighted at aljunied mrt station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took the other train back to bedok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decided against taking it back to tamp cos it's far too bloody stupid to take the train at tamp and alight and tamp for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dumped the thing i bought for that someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt that the dustbin deserves it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the verge of tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disappointment is not the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps it's angry or upset?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i just figured out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's HURT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't believe i'm making a trip to vivo for nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;halfway there i'm already told to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when people don't regard me as someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they regard me as something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do my efforts always seem to go unappreciated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate to be treated like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate to feel like a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when i'm happy for something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's brushed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as if as i don't even matter at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tan jin may my angel called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you so much for that call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it wasn't for that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would have died from bursting with emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don't act like you care when you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-5750679084662069334?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5750679084662069334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=5750679084662069334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5750679084662069334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5750679084662069334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-felt-that-today-is-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-4888811719727111255</id><published>2009-07-01T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:43:18.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may: updated! (: miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui : hey! you're the bestest attachment partner ever. LOVES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aroon: yea! losers they are. you should rent the show! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xiangluan: haha!omg. you found my blog. stalk me is it? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;idk why am i here when my brain cells are all dead already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been up with FM project since 7pm just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at least i've completed quite a number of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i feel proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to school yesterday just for project work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that was dinner with tiffany laopo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ate at burger king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then this China lady was there with her daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her daughter was really young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like 5 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the lady just sat there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't know doing what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then her daughter ran up to me and took my french fry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she then ran around the whole BK and starting taking people's food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the mother just sit there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going off to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i miss my boyfriend ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-4888811719727111255?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/4888811719727111255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=4888811719727111255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4888811719727111255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/4888811719727111255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/tags-replied-may-updated-miss-you-hui.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-3700775628944185440</id><published>2009-06-24T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:01:25.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;happy 44th months anniversary &lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SkItdoBph6I/AAAAAAAAAsI/vWYmFGoktwg/s1600-h/P1070728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350889294253361058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SkItdoBph6I/AAAAAAAAAsI/vWYmFGoktwg/s320/P1070728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; p.s. dee looks like he's dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shit happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate it when people lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i really hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate it when people acts a kind in front of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and another behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will upload camp pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks to the lovelies who came down and help out during nightwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really love you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and would die without you people standing by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;monday was project with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;accompanied chantel to vivo to change her dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will be lending her mine so that she wouldn't have to waste money on one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;granny house after that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;screwed up phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;homed around 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tuesday was swimming alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love to swim alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it clears my mind and put every single crap of my life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love the way the water feels when the sun is being a sucker up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love the way my muscle ache as it means that it's working. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i need to manage my weight and burn those calories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;while swimming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a group of guys tried to get my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in the most ridiculous way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they were doing some sort of a dance under water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trying to signal to me that they really want to be friends with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some guys can be such toads sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brainless toads, i would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bought lunch and went to granny's place again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ate in the kitchen while watching her cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she allowed me to pinch food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my granny loves me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;charmaine jie jie and family likes me to pop by for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because it would mean extra ingredients for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;watched the descent with coussie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's gore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's about this group of girls going to explore a cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the "head" of the group is this girl who led them to the cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she assured her friends that it's safe and she showed them the map to the cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but actually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the map that she showed was not the map of the cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she knew that the cave has not been explored before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or if it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it meant that nobody has ever gotten out of it alive yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so she wanted them to be the first ones who combed the cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;little did they know that the cave is filled with human like creatures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just that these creatures have evolved to be totally blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and they get their prey by relying on their sense of hearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;these creatures were after the girls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as they feast on meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;go and rent it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guitared and crapped and homed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woke up and breakfast with dee at opposite TP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rented "the descent" as tingy and dee wants to watch after i told them about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we then realised that the movie is M18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that explains the GORE parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dee went to school when i went grocery shopping for the movie later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bought tingy's lunch and homed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;waited for dee to come and we watched the movie tgt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after the movie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;accompanied him to the airport to take his test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i waited at coffee bean for him to finish his test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ordered my favourtie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;white chocolate dream latte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was reading my book while waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;talked and bused home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dee was being a totally unglam nutcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;homed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want to complain about the FP e-learning shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the lecturer put the dateline at 26th june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i tried to access it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but it was removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then some of my friends haven't done it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but some of them said that the lecturer put wrong date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's actually due by 16th june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i mean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then it's not our fault if we don't do it already right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's ironic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i really need to get that done because attendance would be based on that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and if i lack in the attendance again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i might get debarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't it unfair?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so super pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's human nature to do your assignments when the dateline is approaching mah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;although people say that singaporeans are KIASU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's still within the dateline what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm so pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't let me get debarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just wanna finish this damn course and get on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-3700775628944185440?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/3700775628944185440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=3700775628944185440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3700775628944185440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/3700775628944185440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-44th-months-anniversary-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SkItdoBph6I/AAAAAAAAAsI/vWYmFGoktwg/s72-c/P1070728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-714148406568371736</id><published>2009-06-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:38:14.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kerwin : you consider some more and you'll get it from me. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui xian : hahaha. cui right the centre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wei han : omg. your tag so long. hahaha. thanks for your concern. i hope for things to get better! or else i'll just explode! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm still trying to figure out how to get around in facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i suceeded in doing a quiz. so here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clarabel took the &lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=20208&amp;amp;h=907386045789eeecdd1cd18adbf84a77"&gt;What's your true nature?&lt;/a&gt; quiz and the result is &lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=20208&amp;amp;h=907386045789eeecdd1cd18adbf84a77"&gt;The Psychiatrist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the problems of others with you wherever you go. In your spare time you try to think of some way to resolve the dilemmas of your friends. You have an attraction to those who are in need and you feel that you always have to contribute in some way to make those around you like you. The respect of others is important to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;true / untrue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will update during holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-714148406568371736?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/714148406568371736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=714148406568371736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/714148406568371736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/714148406568371736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/05/tags-replied-kerwin-you-consider-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</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-8295665253926834069.post-9154559297144976346</id><published>2009-05-30T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:14:46.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hi humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember my last post on the kid stepping on me and brusing my feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341539310555638738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SiD1s8d0K9I/AAAAAAAAArg/2ueKAwYYjww/s320/SL372074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341539312327364274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SiD1tDEOjrI/AAAAAAAAAro/4N1sBrjHctI/s320/SL372073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wasn't exxagerating when i said that the children are monsters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went for that damn attachment again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the stupid boy was throwing toys at his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he hit a girl till her cheeks are all red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher in charge who was my mentor just sit there and did her stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she ordered me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"excuse me, can you go there and observe them to make sure they don't fight? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as if as i'm her maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then right, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she pass me the jug and say :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"bring to the kitchen and change the water. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not her maid lor please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to the part where the boy was hitting the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i went to stop them since the teacher is not doing anything about it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it ended up with toys being thrown at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it hit my upper lip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's this ugly red mark now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i didn't take a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos it's really ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was getting overboard and i held his wrist and tried to calm him down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he started to kick me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he wanted to kick my face but he couldn't reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was like: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : kick lah! kick! kick some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he : tries to kick and kick and kick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : kick! faster! kick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he : frustrated and starts to scratch my wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me *in pain but i act tough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui * starts to look over at the commotion at my side *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teacher in charge * sit there and watch*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui's teacher then came and pull him away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtf is my mentor doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to think that she's a graduate from NP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bull shit and a disgrace to the course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna see the scratch marks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SiD1tvJ-C2I/AAAAAAAAAr4/duxElWpGAZE/s1600-h/SL372071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341539324162607970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SiD1tvJ-C2I/AAAAAAAAAr4/duxElWpGAZE/s320/SL372071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SiD1tZIXr6I/AAAAAAAAArw/0bFpkANd63s/s1600-h/SL372072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341539318250319778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SiD1tZIXr6I/AAAAAAAAArw/0bFpkANd63s/s320/SL372072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos hui hui saw it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany ask me to e-mail the lecturer and complain to change centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like doing soooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;she said if i don't do it,&lt;br /&gt;she log into my account and do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the children are too scary already lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT&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;few days ago,&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to surprise dee by waiting for him at YFC.&lt;br /&gt;as usual,&lt;br /&gt;i failed cos he exposed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i bought cupcakes for him and tingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341539321753108530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SiD1tmLgADI/AAAAAAAAAsA/QH3MBlpo3jM/s320/SL372075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice right!&lt;br /&gt;i see already also very happy.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;doing to meet dee for lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui hui says that my blog is too sad alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like,&lt;br /&gt;i blog about all the saddening things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hating early childhood now.&lt;br /&gt;if i have one wish,&lt;br /&gt;it would be to turn back in time and not take this damn idiotic course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-9154559297144976346?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/9154559297144976346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=9154559297144976346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/9154559297144976346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/9154559297144976346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-humans.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/SiD1s8d0K9I/AAAAAAAAArg/2ueKAwYYjww/s72-c/SL372074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-5957619542734809417</id><published>2009-05-26T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:45:19.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; hi all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm here to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to school today for AW grammar test and financial management test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AW was quite okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all MCQs and fill in the blanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;financial management was okay too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;partly because i took POA before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my trial balance and balance sheet balanced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i left my pencil box in the lecture theatre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qihui and chantel accompanied me back to take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lecture theatre was locked by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i called NP securities to help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's important to have their contact number as i often call them to open rooms that we booked for CCA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's attachment tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i forgot to mention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this stupid boy stepped on my feet so badly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that it was bruised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kept running after him as he kept running out of the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's seriously being an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH YAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui and i saw a couple of cockroaches in the centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you should see the principal's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she gave the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"omg. will they complain to their lecturer?"&lt;/span&gt; face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she started to treat us damn well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really damn well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scary~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many things happened recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some pictures to pictorise my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;james kor jor's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cousin got married last sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tingy, mummy and i coincidentally wore white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Shvdm8ZMdCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JlDXQK73xkA/s1600-h/SL372039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340105444294423586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Shvdm8ZMdCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JlDXQK73xkA/s320/SL372039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tingy, me and mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. my mummy pretty right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvdmY9I-QI/AAAAAAAAArA/SvCpDilwnCo/s1600-h/SL372031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340105434781513986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvdmY9I-QI/AAAAAAAAArA/SvCpDilwnCo/s320/SL372031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sister and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvdmJeQZqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/U1dNU9rAFZk/s1600-h/SL372030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340105430625445538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvdmJeQZqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/U1dNU9rAFZk/s320/SL372030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340105439029523874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Shvdmox8daI/AAAAAAAAArI/oAzmGfRmRmI/s320/SL372040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bride and groom with us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't heard,&lt;br /&gt;my house is in a devastating mess now.&lt;br /&gt;they are doing construction for the whole block.&lt;br /&gt;and damn.&lt;br /&gt;it's just,&lt;br /&gt;terrible.&lt;br /&gt;we have to remove almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;so our stuff are like,&lt;br /&gt;at places where they don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example,&lt;br /&gt;the dining table is moved to the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZo-CcX1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/BX5ZPeWzMJM/s1600-h/SL372026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340101081049096018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZo-CcX1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/BX5ZPeWzMJM/s320/SL372026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the empty space.&lt;br /&gt;big right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZorXUgeI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5bDat5XoqZc/s1600-h/SL372025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340101076036387298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZorXUgeI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5bDat5XoqZc/s320/SL372025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was supposedly the dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZoaYLyTI/AAAAAAAAAqg/eiWc2GF03qc/s1600-h/SL372024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340101071476607282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZoaYLyTI/AAAAAAAAAqg/eiWc2GF03qc/s320/SL372024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything squeezed to the balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tv and piano and sofa all wrapped up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we can only sit at the balcony if we are in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they dismantled the whole toilet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and moved a temporary cubicle in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have showed some of you how pathetic that thing is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll bluetooth the picture from my phone to upload it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole house is freaking dusty and dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you have strange people walking into your house like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wear our slippers and shoes into the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we have to use a temporary toilet at the void deck if we need to shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so mummy says :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"before you all come home, faster go and clear everything ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come home already then try not to eat or drink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough of the whining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to see my dee dee climbing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to support him at his competition at velocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZoJACNtI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6v2TT9wHDcE/s1600-h/SL372021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340101066811913938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZoJACNtI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6v2TT9wHDcE/s320/SL372021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZn7XAYiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8WuejEdqBOs/s1600-h/SL372020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340101063150166562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvZn7XAYiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8WuejEdqBOs/s320/SL372020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he completed all his routes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was ranked 11th out of 100+ i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's my boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy 43 months anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340105446396870322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShvdnEOdPrI/AAAAAAAAArY/52fxHaVp0qU/s320/SL370088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current book : the time traveller's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-5957619542734809417?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5957619542734809417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=5957619542734809417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5957619542734809417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/5957619542734809417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/Shvdm8ZMdCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JlDXQK73xkA/s72-c/SL372039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-1693716574155626964</id><published>2009-05-17T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:50:51.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JM : i pity myself too. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aroon : yes. now i get what you mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui : lucky we get attached to the same centre lor.  or else i'll die alone. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sying : yes. it's just, weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ming li : OMG. you want to help me? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui : updating! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i haven't been blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a preview on what i've been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mothers day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tingie and i filled this jar up with paper hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we folded it ourselves. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqwbhu-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/BWhSB73SWOg/s1600-h/SL372013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792681267968994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqwbhu-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/BWhSB73SWOg/s320/SL372013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made her a card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336784999492849042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShARrnlnjZI/AAAAAAAAApA/78IgJ0_Kquo/s320/SL372012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;nice nice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on another day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dee brought me for fondue. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqrEYYPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/fZLtTSNgeLw/s1600-h/SL371983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792679828709618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqrEYYPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/fZLtTSNgeLw/s320/SL371983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqtVP2JI/AAAAAAAAAp4/YjPmwUqAb4I/s1600-h/SL371996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792680436324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqtVP2JI/AAAAAAAAAp4/YjPmwUqAb4I/s320/SL371996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqZQcXDI/AAAAAAAAApw/ckoRxHtsFxI/s1600-h/SL371995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792675047463986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqZQcXDI/AAAAAAAAApw/ckoRxHtsFxI/s320/SL371995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShARsBFo8YI/AAAAAAAAApg/6sRsu17EifY/s1600-h/SL372000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336785006338044290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShARsBFo8YI/AAAAAAAAApg/6sRsu17EifY/s320/SL372000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pictures we took that day was horrid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not gonna post it up here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breakfast that daddy made on a random day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShARrzrr_KI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TZI6xbOalm8/s1600-h/SL372019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336785002739530914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShARrzrr_KI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TZI6xbOalm8/s320/SL372019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week was school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i didn't go on thurs and fri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to see doctor on thurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they made me wear this mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mask you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was isolated at the fever corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they are renovating all the units in my block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are hacking the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my house looks so foreign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we have to use this temporary toilet at the void deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school's on tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so not looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dee dee, imy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-1693716574155626964?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1693716574155626964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=1693716574155626964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1693716574155626964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/1693716574155626964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810068501484673926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKKgukAWboA/ShAYqwbhu-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/BWhSB73SWOg/s72-c/SL372013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295665253926834069.post-2375914759357474627</id><published>2009-05-07T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:43:27.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yanzong : yes. it's terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JM : hahahaha. he deserves it mah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. : uh huh. hope you're feeling better after some counselling from me! hohoho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cel : yah lor. what a fucktard right! ROAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDK WHY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my blog posts seems to be nasty ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was attached to a new childcare centre for year 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE CHILDREN,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I TELL YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARE NOT CHILDREN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEY ARE MONSTERS IN DIGUISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank goodness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui and i were attached to the same centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we met in the morning yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went to look for the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we finally found it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took our temperatures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wrote our particulars in this logbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while we're writing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this child with special needs came up to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he kept touching us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher came and pull him away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever he saw us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he'll come over and attempt to hug us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he hugged us a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his hug was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher always have to come and pull him away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skip that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hui hui was attached to the nursery 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was attached to the nursery 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the classroom was separated by this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cubby hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which was not very high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so means,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can see each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my class has 6 children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought it was really little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hers had 8 children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these small group of children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are seriously monsters in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over at her side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll hear children crying and crying and crying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a hyperactive child who doesn't stay still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the child kept running into my classroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hui hui has to come and drag him back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;few minutes later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this cycle would repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at my side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to deal with children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who are tyrants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he didn't want to colour the worksheet that the teacher gave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he tore it up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and attempted to crush it and put it in his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the teacher in charge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who was also my mentor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;didn't do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all she did was to take the paper away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he then went on to the whiteboard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and erased everything that the teacher wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeing that he's not getting any attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he attempted to throw the whiteboard duster out of the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher ignored him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he flew into a rage and started screaming and yelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and he lied on the floor and didn't want to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the teachers tried to carried him but he resisted and kicked them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went up to him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;patted him on his back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and talked to him nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he looked at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ran out of his classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher told me to chase after him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mind you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was wearing this white skirt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was so long that it nearly touched my ankles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i lifted the skirt and ran like cinderella -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the boy ran and ran and ran,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he slipped and fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went up to him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;picked him up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carried him back to the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i put him on his chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meanwhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another boy was using a black crayon to destroy his friend's worksheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they both started scolding each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they ended up COLOURING THE WHILE TILES ON THE FLOOR WITH BLACK CRAYON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i went to pull them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and settled them on their chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher in charge simply ignored their behaviour problems!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the naughty boy who tore the worksheet ran out of the classroom again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i chased after him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outside the classroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is this extremely long corridor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is so wide and long and empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can run 20 metres without banging into anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this centre has a poor environment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with such a big space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;children will definitely RUN ALL THEY CAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brainless toots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'm a more qualified teacher than they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i chased after the boy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he ran into the toilet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went into the cubical,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and locked the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't deny that i'm tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the toilet door was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little above my waist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinks he's safe inside the cubical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i popped my head above the door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and look at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;obviously he was shocked to see that i'm taller than the whole cubical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"are you sure you want to hide here? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*he ignores me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"do you believe that i can open this door by putting my hand in? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*he ignores me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" i give you 3 counts to come out. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"1 "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ he comes out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stomps back to his classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back at the classroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was talking to hui hui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us are exhausted and traumatised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while we were talking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 boys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;held a toy hammer each. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and used it to hit her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she stared at them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn fierce lor i tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were scared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and took steps back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and put the hammer back onto the shelves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terrible children, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aren't they?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i forgot to mention the morning part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it's block play time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher asked hui hui and i to look after the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they children play with the blocks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they started snatching and throwing it at each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they ended up having a mini war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then the teacher came and wanted to stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swept all the block pieces on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the teacher pulled him away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rest of the children started to walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving hui hui and i to clear the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teachers are terrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they treated hui hui and i like their personal assistants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are there to OBSERVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not there to help them to catch children or clean up the mess and pick up toys and arrange the books on the shelves and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn angry damn angry damn angry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295665253926834069-2375914759357474627?l=one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-apple-a-day.blogspot.com/feeds/2375914759357474627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295665253926834069&amp;postID=2375914759357474627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295665253926834069/posts/default/2375914759357474627'/><link rel='self' type='
