<?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-13592705</id><updated>2011-12-02T02:31:05.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheMamaShop - I ROCK and YOU BETTER AGREE!</title><subtitle type='html'>a little bit of almost everything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>333</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-191536981761050991</id><published>2010-09-12T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:38:42.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm much too far away.</title><content type='html'>Funny how time flies by so quickly, &lt;div&gt;friends come and go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things happen&amp;amp; consequences are dealt with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and few months has just passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that I may/may not have regretted, yet not being able to do much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was probably a year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full of fun, joy, laughter, bittersweet love, and not forgetting, sadness that creeps in, every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still quite looking forward to my birthday that's happening just soon, but not quite soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really knowing what to expect, but I hope it will be filled with memories I would like to keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life for me, has never been so wild, rebellious and free before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A changed person, I had been, though deep inside, I'm still, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always thought of putting up a wishlist for my birthday, but on many occasions, opted against it instead. Although there are things, a plenty, that I really want, &amp;amp; always receiving things from others, that aren't really quite practical, really gets on my nerves. &amp;amp; always wondering why I'm the one who cares about giving practical gifts but when reality is, nobody actually cares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I always thought that kindness begets kindness, and that karma does exist. But there are times, where I beg the question to why does it always happen to me, that even being nice to others, just isn't enough, and that being treated nicely/fairly/equally as a person, I should be, just doesn't seem to happen to me. So maybe, yes, kindness begets kindness but I'm the only exception. And that, in my exceptional case, it's kindness begets nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, people like hearing nice things, and if you are ever in a bad mood, for whatever reasons, please do not pour it on others too. It's not a nice feeling, you know. Being kept in suspense&amp;amp; left hanging, isn't exactly that nice either. It either makes me want to strangle you, or it makes me want to strangle you. So both ways, ain't that favourable. And people like me, don't usually ask questions without a need to get an answer. It's usually, ask and get an answer, that's it. Not, ask, beat around the bush, still no answer. Really, then what's the point? I usually don't ask when I don't care/bother to. Because I'm just so practical, like that. And who gives a shit, anyways? It's like shopping(in my style), think about what I wanna get, go to the shop, get it and leave. That's it. I'm not a dilly-dally type of shopper. So don't waste my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This might seem like a rant-post but yeah, perhaps, it could be one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though, not quite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whatever it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really quite much done here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm gna leave it here for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIAOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-191536981761050991?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/191536981761050991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=191536981761050991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/191536981761050991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/191536981761050991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-im-much-too-far-away.html' title='When I&apos;m much too far away.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4358678739476774141</id><published>2010-08-05T22:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:05:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Yes Man (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/TFrRoQSxv1I/AAAAAAAAARo/NGIOt4xqPjY/s1600/Yes+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/TFrRoQSxv1I/AAAAAAAAARo/NGIOt4xqPjY/s400/Yes+Man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501940384285179730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 55px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 36px; font-size:32px;"&gt;Yes Man (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;A movie review by Cassandra Lim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Date of Release:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; 18th December 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Language:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; English&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Running Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; 104 mins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; PG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Genre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; Comedy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Starring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; Zooey Deschanel, Jim Carrey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Directed by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; Peyton Reed, Scout Taylor-Compton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Rated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt; ***/*****&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;If everything in life seems to be going wrong, or if you are sick of doing the same thing over and over again each day, try watching Yes Man, and perhaps your life might start changing for the better. Yes Man features funny man, Jim Carrey as Carl Allen, a negative and monotonous guy, who works at a bank as a loan officer, with his pet word, ‘No’. After attending a unique self-help seminar, a series of events starts to happen, changing his life in a way he never would have thought of, breaking personal conventions. A single word, ‘YES’, seems to really lead to something good, with the opposite triggering the bad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Learning various things that might always come in handy seems to go really smoothly in the movie. Although the plot might seem quite predictable, the bits and pieces of humour make up for it. One notable character that stands out is Carl’s boss, Norman, a really geeky guy, a child at heart who seems to really want to get close with Carl, with all that weird antics and funny gestures (not forgetting his costumes parties of all sorts). And in every movie, there’s ought to be a female lead character, which in this case, Zooey Deschanel plays &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt;, a young pretty indie band girl, who takes the world as her playground, is someone who plays at the same bar with the same band with improvised lyrics in every performance for the same audience of five every weekend, an exact opposite of Carl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Although there’s a little hint of ‘Liar, Liar’ in this movie, there’s still something fresh from Jim Carrey as he speaks of a different language, Korean, in a segment of the movie, which was quite hilarious because of his failed tone in the language , in my opinion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Nonetheless, Yes Man did make me leave the cinema with the wanting to say ‘Yes’ to everything, just for the fun of it. I would recommend this light-hearted comedy, with a predictable storyline, worth to watch if you just want to laugh away. Else, I would say, ‘Yes!’ to watching this movie but ‘No’ to watching it a second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;CIAOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4358678739476774141?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4358678739476774141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4358678739476774141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4358678739476774141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4358678739476774141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-man-2008.html' title='Movie Review: Yes Man (2008)'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/TFrRoQSxv1I/AAAAAAAAARo/NGIOt4xqPjY/s72-c/Yes+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6140893314254176234</id><published>2010-02-07T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:02:50.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a way to escape.</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to blog since year 1 has somewhat ended alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think that I'm really messing up my life.&lt;br /&gt;Late for school everyday, not paying attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wake me up again, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like to keep this blog alive but I don't know what public things can I blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's just so private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6140893314254176234?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6140893314254176234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6140893314254176234&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6140893314254176234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6140893314254176234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2010/02/looking-for-way-to-escape.html' title='Looking for a way to escape.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6667679367928477527</id><published>2010-01-12T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:32:03.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a rush, what a rush.</title><content type='html'>Well well, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 2009's gone and we're all in 2010 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel like I'm living in the past. I'm still in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things have happened definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are choices that I've made, and I wonder why did I make those choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm physically and mentally drained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I can still smile and talk alot, but I believe when you look through my eyes, you can see the tiredness, it's like my soul being drained away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is supposed to be a very happening year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for 10 more months, then I can start to learn driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless they suddenly decide to increase the minimum age to 21 and I am so dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After car, I would probably learn how to ride a bike. It wasn't my intentional idea, my dad proposed it to me, and so, yes, it is on my to-do list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday doesn't seem to be packed, but it is packed. And it would definitely get even more packed. I don't even feel I have enough time for myself and my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though having said that I like my school, but now it's becoming a chore. I think being drained does affect my overall being and it is definitely affecting my grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to ever wake up early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do give an effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I need more motivation. I seem to have drained all my enthusiasm these few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, something in me, misses the old me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIAOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6667679367928477527?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6667679367928477527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6667679367928477527&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6667679367928477527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6667679367928477527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-rush-what-rush.html' title='It was a rush, what a rush.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7384078025428741945</id><published>2009-12-26T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:05:44.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your love, love, love, love.</title><content type='html'>Oops, guess I'm a tad too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to watch a movie, AVATAR. It was an awesome movie, but the staff there pissed me off at the end of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people, or should I say 99% of the people who watch movies at a cinema tend to just leave the cinema after the credits START to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm the 1% or perhaps even the 0.1% who does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently I was standing around reading the credits and suddenly one of the cinema staff came up to me and said, " There's nothing at the end. ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah, I know there's nothing at the end! Can't I read the credits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offended, I replied, " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW, I'M READING THE CREDITS&lt;/span&gt;! ".&lt;br /&gt;The dude probably got frighten by me and quickly backed off, mumbling "sorry, sorry" to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WTF is wrong with reading the credits? Just because I don't behave like supposedly, "normal" people who just leave right after they see the credits rolling doesn't mean I'm waiting for the credits to finish just to see if there is anything special after the credits, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me, what are credits for in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO GIVE RECOGNITION TO THE PEOPLE WHO MADE THIS MOVIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these people didn't exist, there wouldn't be movies.&lt;br /&gt;If there were no movies, there wouldn't be cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;If there were no cinemas, YOU WON'T EVEN HAVE THIS FUCKIN' JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, what's wrong with people nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch credits because I wanna know who are the people who made this movie, what are the companies involved. Of course I know there are probably 1000 over names inside the entire credits roll but I like to take note of the different companies that are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why I feel that reading credits is so important it's because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN YEARS DOWN THE ROAD, YOU WILL SEE MY NAME IN THE CREDITS AT YOUR NEAREST CINEMA, IN THE LATEST BLOCKBUSTER MOVIE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be hard, but you can be damn right, I'm gonna try my very best.&lt;br /&gt;That's my goal for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy boxing day + Tsunami day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7384078025428741945?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7384078025428741945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7384078025428741945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7384078025428741945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7384078025428741945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-your-love-love-love-love.html' title='I want your love, love, love, love.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6167914205360899196</id><published>2009-12-05T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:00:16.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish that we could stop time tonight, stay in this moment forever.</title><content type='html'>This would be my last post that I will be blogging from my current house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be the last night that I will have, in this house that has built up memories over the last decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't really show it, but moving out, has really affected me a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;The nights that I've cried over this, just the reason of moving out, no, you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really hate changes.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I wonder, am I really fit to become a designer?&lt;br /&gt;A game designer, in this case.&lt;br /&gt;A designer should always be open to changes. And apparently, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not on major things like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stubborn as a mule, I am.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just too sentimental, I can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6167914205360899196?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6167914205360899196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6167914205360899196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6167914205360899196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6167914205360899196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-that-we-could-stop-time-tonight.html' title='I wish that we could stop time tonight, stay in this moment forever.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4572194873709063357</id><published>2009-11-12T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:52:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was over before, before it ever began.</title><content type='html'>I've been rather busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden rush of activities just left me breathless.&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much more I want to learn, so much more I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge, a very powerful tool.&lt;br /&gt;It will always come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CE talks are really awesome and I believe in attending them, not because of the points but because of the genuine interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get it what's with all these people who attend talks for the sake of points.&lt;br /&gt;There has to be something, at the very least that is interesting to you people, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a side note, 9 more points and I have cleared my 40 points but that wouldn't stop me from attending future talks/workshops. In this week + the next week, I have 3 talks that account to 4 points. 5 more to go. That isn't really the point, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been certain encounters with people I know, regarding this issue.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, then tell me, why are you in a design course when you don't even want to make the effort to learn more about art? What other things are more important, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see myself slacking that much anymore. Not even sleeping much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I now understand how important time is, yet on a side note, I am quite much wasting my time here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down to the days when I leave my exisitng house to a 'new' house. New, in a sense that I've never lived there before, but in actual fact, it really is an old house that someone else has lived in before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward but I guess I have to accept it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Having change was never my sort of thing but I'm slowly trying to adapt to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I have OCD because I have to do things in a certain way, eat with a certain pattern, sleep/wake up the exact same way every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, they are right. Though I'm still harping on the thought that maybe I'm just trying to resist change. It messes me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting fact,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my school increasingly awesome as I continue to explore and know more about it. Pre-misconceptions have been totally cleared and currently, I love my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who think the systems sucks, I think you suck pretty much yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate this system. It is really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library is awesome too. Now I can continue my reading book habits.&lt;br /&gt;Just borrowed a book the other day.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about the RP library is that, most books are available because majority of the people don't read books! Which is great for me because that means I can borrow the books I want anytime I want. Hee hee. That makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food wise, not so, but that's not the point, really.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can eat what I want to eat, quality doesn't really matter. Well, only in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am living each day as it is, I am loving each day as it is.&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, sunny or rainy.&lt;br /&gt;STA is awesome, my course DGD is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably sums up to, my life is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely with some ups and downs but that doesn't really matter. They are bound to happen anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm human afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4572194873709063357?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4572194873709063357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4572194873709063357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4572194873709063357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4572194873709063357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-was-over-before-before-it-ever.html' title='This was over before, before it ever began.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7025574167206082417</id><published>2009-10-18T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:15:03.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And that makes you larger than life.</title><content type='html'>Went prawning + fishing today.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a total of 1 seabass fish + 27 prawns. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to spend some days like today just enjoying the calm laid-back fishing village/kampong, away from the buzzing busy town. It gives me a awesome feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivated, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years from now, I already have in mind what I am going to do after getting my diploma.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of things that I would have accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna say what are they because I'd like to keep them to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals, are very important.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel more complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that knowing where you want to go/be in the future, what are you really working towards to, makes one feel like they have a direction in life. Like, they aren't living their life for nothing, or not knowing what are they doing in their life. In that case, why are you living for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm living for the sake of living. ", smart answer. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty hard to explain how it feels, but yes, knowing what you really want in life is an awesome feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely takes time to finally know/decide the goal that you wanna work towards but I would suggest realising it earlier. Even just being 17, I feel that I have already lost a lot of opportunies in life just because I didn't know what I wanted in my life. I just lived my life as the days past by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish, foolish, foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, don't regret not having done things/doing things.&lt;br /&gt;Regret and take action to not make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not, regret and wallow in the past and regret even more.&lt;br /&gt;What for?&lt;br /&gt;Look forward and into the future. Make short term plans as well as long term plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche as it is,&lt;br /&gt;"If you fail to plan, you plan to fail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7025574167206082417?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7025574167206082417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7025574167206082417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7025574167206082417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7025574167206082417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-that-makes-you-larger-than-life.html' title='And that makes you larger than life.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6683872147283348370</id><published>2009-10-09T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:48:12.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To say it again and mean it.</title><content type='html'>Well, here's a shoutout to the people who made me happy on my birthday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avis, eian, johan, fang, wenhao, chubby, billy, lyn&lt;/span&gt; for surprising me,&lt;br /&gt;also not forgetting the people who wished me. :D&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peiwen/B2&lt;/span&gt;, who called all the way from aussie to wish me. very much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On another note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry 2/4 people for cancelling the steamboat today.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a more wholesome group to come along.&lt;br /&gt;We'll have one in about 2 weeks' time.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school have started for me.&lt;br /&gt;New classmates, new classroom, new facis, new modules.&lt;br /&gt;It gives me another insight on the world, different kinds of people that I've never met, exists.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I could get away from the childish boys secondary school life, guess I'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;Boys, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;Respect is a word they would never understand. It's time to grow up, people.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll be good on my own, solitary can be peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it's too early to say.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I can do now is smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6683872147283348370?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6683872147283348370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6683872147283348370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6683872147283348370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6683872147283348370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-say-it-again-and-mean-it.html' title='To say it again and mean it.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-3052463067232244251</id><published>2009-09-30T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:23:00.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see friends shaking hands, saying ' How do you do? '.</title><content type='html'>No picture today I guess but I figured out that the world is still filled with people who just wants to make your life miserable. Having said that, I do not wish to be involved in such immature and chilish situations where I am vulnerable in getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work politics, love it or hate it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper today and I found out that my country has around 2 million PRs.. and the real citizens of this country are a mere 1 million more than them. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jobs, jobs, jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money, money, money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being only 17&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in 1 more day's time)&lt;/span&gt;, I can't help but already feel that we, citizens of this beautiful country, are losing our ricebowls to these PRs and other foreign talent. Look what education has fortunately reminded us of reality. Goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In probably 5 tp 7 more years to come, I will officially join the workforce in this country and compete with possibly 6 million more or so other citizens, PRs and foreign taletns. Not only that, my country had just signed with another country and more foreign workers are coming to join us in our big happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so worried.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I believe that if we have the skills, the potential and the determination, no matter how many people are there here, the real citizens will still have our place. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence though, to PRs and foreign talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lacking of confidence that I will lose to you guys. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side of things, I feel that no matter what, humans are still very hypocritical. Who isn't? Probably at some point of your life, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I've decided on a couple of dishes that I would like to learn how to cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- laksa&lt;br /&gt;- fried carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;- char kway tiao&lt;br /&gt;- hokkien mee&lt;br /&gt;- almond logan dessert&lt;br /&gt;- creamy garlic butter sauce pasta&lt;br /&gt;- har kow (crystal prawn dumplings)&lt;br /&gt;- Mee Siam&lt;br /&gt;- Mee Goreng&lt;br /&gt;- Mee Rebus&lt;br /&gt;- Chwee Kueh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, master my orh luak. It's still not up to standard. esp learning how to make the awesome chilli sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really motivated to cook good food and I believe that knowing how is a great skill and knowledge to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really interested in baking cookies or cakes because I don't really have a sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'salty, oily, super unhealthy food'&lt;/span&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can forsake materials things if I have to choose between food beyond heavenly and things that I have on my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a glutton and we all know it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There's a resident lizard in my room and it's freaking me out. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 more day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of which, all my earphones are spoilt. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-3052463067232244251?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/3052463067232244251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=3052463067232244251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3052463067232244251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3052463067232244251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-see-friends-shaking-hands-saying-how.html' title='I see friends shaking hands, saying &apos; How do you do? &apos;.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-1352767733623234924</id><published>2009-09-24T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:37:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st attempt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SruGVpwJmRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QgPbe-Oj6sM/s1600-h/orh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SruGVpwJmRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QgPbe-Oj6sM/s400/orh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385045485994744082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my first attempt on cooking ORH LUAK aka Oyster Omelette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cripsy, not salty.. a little bland.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, oysters are yummy, eggs are yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;But starch is bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still room for improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, I've gotten my first birthday present yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Braun Buffel wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SruNhORq2iI/AAAAAAAAARE/jw4s3zkE2pQ/s1600-h/bbuffel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SruNhORq2iI/AAAAAAAAARE/jw4s3zkE2pQ/s400/bbuffel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053381358967330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SruNg8LXYgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2m7VslvVkcI/s1600-h/bbuffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SruNg8LXYgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2m7VslvVkcI/s400/bbuffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053376500687362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn awesome. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Avis. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week for a very special day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-1352767733623234924?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/1352767733623234924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=1352767733623234924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1352767733623234924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1352767733623234924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-attempt.html' title='1st attempt.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SruGVpwJmRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QgPbe-Oj6sM/s72-c/orh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2686045541930657291</id><published>2009-09-21T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:08:38.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SrZqpJzA7BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6GSVo0UdV0s/s1600-h/orhluak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SrZqpJzA7BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6GSVo0UdV0s/s400/orhluak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383607659805076498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orh Luak from Makan Sutra@Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GOING TO COOK ORH LUAK SOOON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this wednesday or thursday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The prefect marriage of just-cooked-to-perfection oysters, eggs, a somewhat crisp finish of the flour and starch mixture is what to expect from this dish. &lt;/span&gt;- Lily's Wai Sek Hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2686045541930657291?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2686045541930657291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2686045541930657291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2686045541930657291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2686045541930657291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-two-eggs-dont-last-like-feeling-of.html' title='But two eggs don&apos;t last like the feeling of what he needs.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SrZqpJzA7BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6GSVo0UdV0s/s72-c/orhluak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4208321338666421446</id><published>2009-09-20T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:59:26.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SrUJO5NxnII/AAAAAAAAAQk/9oLXP5jzjmc/s1600-h/boypa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SrUJO5NxnII/AAAAAAAAAQk/9oLXP5jzjmc/s400/boypa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383219081072712834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work suddenly seems so tiring. My legs are aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 more weeks and a very speical ocaasion is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I'm a person whom people easily forgets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a really great conversation the other day with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eian, &lt;/span&gt;and sometimes I wonder is it me or do people really forget about me sometimes? Talk to me when they need help and after that, don't contact me anymore. I'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know a couple of people who don't forget me though.&lt;br /&gt;My mum, my dad, my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say I watch too much of the taiwan drama, " Fated to love you ". But sometimes, do you also ask yourself this question? What do other people think of you as? Do they only think of you when they need help or do they think of you just so naturally because you are someone significant? Taiwan dramas are usually filled with nonsense, love and comedy. "Fated to love you", on the other hand, not only makes me laugh, makes me cry and makes me roll my eyes, it also makes me think about what do other people think of me as, how cruel the reality really is. It's painful to think of it, but when you really do think of it, ' hey! its so true. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I don't usually contact other people because I'm afraid of being one-sided. Like, I'm afraid of talking and contacing someone but the person doesn't want to keep in contact with me in the first place. I do not wish to place myself in  a position where I am being very irritating because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you I'm sincere in being friends but I also can tell you that I do not trust anyone 100%.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a skeptic and a cynic when it comes to people.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I can't read minds and I do not know what the other party is thinking of most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having said all this, it's contradicting, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird that way.&lt;br /&gt;I believe some of you are weird this way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is perfectly imperfect because it is 100% that no one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be remembered sincerely without any motive but I, on the other hand, do not make the effort to show others I'm sincere about remembering their existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a walking contradiction and I believe a lot of us are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4208321338666421446?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4208321338666421446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4208321338666421446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4208321338666421446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4208321338666421446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/use-your-muscle-carve-it-out-work-it.html' title='Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SrUJO5NxnII/AAAAAAAAAQk/9oLXP5jzjmc/s72-c/boypa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6128506150425571031</id><published>2009-09-15T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:00:58.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to live on the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Sq6A11N7NmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mFyylU2p_3I/s1600-h/peacebj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Sq6A11N7NmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mFyylU2p_3I/s400/peacebj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381380267061229154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben&amp;amp;Jerry at Orchard Central.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I have been sleeping at 6am every single day and I fear that I am harming my body really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insomnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually addicted to a taiwan drama right now, Fated to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever sat on a chair one day and look at your mum and realise how much she has aged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when I didn't sleep the whole day, I accompanied my mum downstairs for breakfast, at 630am.&lt;br /&gt;There we were, sitting and eating our breakfast, chatting happily. Nothing ever crossed my mind that my mum and I were actually growing older by the second. And my mum was growing older by the second. When she left the table to purchase food to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tabao&lt;/span&gt; back, seeing her standing at the stall, waiting for the stall holder to give her the food, I looked at my mum and observed. Never did I realise how much more haggard and old my mum has becomed. I felt emotional.&lt;br /&gt;So, the guilt-stricken me, I offered to carry all the food home while she went off for her own activities early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;That ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though thinking about it makes me more motivated to help my mother out.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we say things we don't mean and hurt others by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;When we realise it, it may be too late.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said this before but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cherish the ones you love&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before it's too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6128506150425571031?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6128506150425571031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6128506150425571031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6128506150425571031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6128506150425571031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-want-to-live-on-moon.html' title='I don&apos;t want to live on the moon.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Sq6A11N7NmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mFyylU2p_3I/s72-c/peacebj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5994647152970105244</id><published>2009-09-12T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:28:10.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear or dread, we stop exisiting and start living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've decided to blog as regularly as I can and so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does $11/hr sounds like?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like AWESOMEEE!!, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic is focused on the GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes out loud-hailer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be more aware of your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTT CRACK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting increasingly annoying to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;females&lt;/span&gt; bending/squatting down to pick up/look at/take picture of something and they reveal their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTT CRACK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I noticed that there will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guys esp. ah peks&lt;/span&gt; staring at their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTT CRACK&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DEGRADING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW SHAMEFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine what those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah peks&lt;/span&gt; are thinking of when they stare at your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTT CRACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please ah, please girls.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to wear short shorts/low hip jeans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be more aware of ur &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTT CRACK&lt;/span&gt; when you are bending/squatting down.&lt;br /&gt;Do not reveal and attract unnecessary attention, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unless you want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slutty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, blog post done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&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/13592705-5994647152970105244?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5994647152970105244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5994647152970105244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5994647152970105244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5994647152970105244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-or-dread-we-stop-exisiting-and.html' title='Fear or dread, we stop exisiting and start living.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7223333955018222982</id><published>2009-09-11T17:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:08:50.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Sqon0mZiRkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MHT213TLKdg/s1600-h/bigshoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Sqon0mZiRkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MHT213TLKdg/s200/bigshoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380156489461810754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually at home and surfing FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weather like this, a good day to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO! &lt;/span&gt;can't let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic at the disco has split up for quite some time now and I feel so sad about it. Like everything has changed. How different people have different perferences and some things just don't go their way and now they are pursuing what they think is what they want, but for the fans of PATD, its not fair to them because when a band is split up, the band is not the same band we once knew anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my view on ryan has totally changed. His kind of music isn't the type that I would listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WHERE's THE PANIC! AT THE DISCO THAT I ONCE KNEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's Ryan and Jon's new band, The Young Veins new song&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMKnaYyuiss"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMKnaYyuiss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic at the disco's new song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW PERSPECTIVE&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebeKZGsadUU"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebeKZGsadUU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a Music Video on MTV.com you can go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that if I had to choose, I would choose Brendon over Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7223333955018222982?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7223333955018222982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7223333955018222982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7223333955018222982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7223333955018222982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/russian-roulette-is-not-same-without_11.html' title='Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Sqon0mZiRkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MHT213TLKdg/s72-c/bigshoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2937485116282060276</id><published>2009-09-11T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:30:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When your only friends are hotel rooms.</title><content type='html'>I finally got a new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to see Ms Ho's concert just now with kar, chubby and billy.&lt;br /&gt;It was super duper AWESOME! Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy was super nice to treat us to supper.&lt;br /&gt;I can officially tell you that I am BROKE. Dead-BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Billy. (and I still owe you money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to eat my Magnum ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wanted the "Royal-treatment".&lt;br /&gt;*waves like the queen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Auntie Lucy on Channel 8. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gna make mooncakes this holidays. Snow-skinned ones.&lt;br /&gt;Anticipate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging anything constructive these days. It's always the usual "I know nobody actually reads this crap but I still wanna blog about it" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO boring.&lt;br /&gt;Jamming session soon and youtube covers soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2937485116282060276?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2937485116282060276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2937485116282060276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2937485116282060276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2937485116282060276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-your-only-friends-are-hotel-rooms.html' title='When your only friends are hotel rooms.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-3062722741143998192</id><published>2009-09-04T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:52:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was this over before, before it ever began?</title><content type='html'>So it's been known,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my very first dSLR.&lt;br /&gt;A second hand one, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Canon 400D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been taking pictures ever since I've got it.&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats'09 was my main highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Grand Boulevard, The Great Spy Experiment &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;ANBERLIN!&lt;br /&gt;These were the bands I specifically went down to the Esplanade to catch them in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minature sized girl with a somewhat huge camera compared to her face seen desperately trying to take pictures of the bands she took time to come down from home to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH, I'm talking about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was DESPERATELY trying to get good shots.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm really lazy to upload pictures to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;They are on Facebook though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that has been happening in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Thach's BBQ Party - caused me a terrible hangover. 43% Whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;New dSLR&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats'09&lt;br /&gt;Thach's dinner+send off&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day at KR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that the 2/4 gang has been meeting up quite often recently, me likes it.&lt;br /&gt;Did somewhat drunk covers on 'JUST DANCE by Lady GaGa' during the party but didn't post it up on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Ate the teacher's reception buffet in school all thanks to Ms ever-so-sacarstic-yet-funny Heng.&lt;br /&gt;Thats sounded weird. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Thach seems to be the major thing that brings the 2/4 gang together.&lt;br /&gt;There's another gathering again in DECEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;Lookout for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANBERLIN KICKASSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have a lil crush on the lead vocals, Stephen Christian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIRCUT soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-3062722741143998192?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/3062722741143998192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=3062722741143998192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3062722741143998192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3062722741143998192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-this-over-before-before-it-ever.html' title='Was this over before, before it ever began?'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5866562916959292210</id><published>2009-08-03T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:04:13.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biased or Unbiased?</title><content type='html'>Well, I was doing my peer evaluation just now and I felt that I could be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; biased in evaluating a certain person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been observing people lately, not that I don't usually, but more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels better than just sitting at a corner and looking at how people act, move and talk around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;I guess being tired makes me anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;People should talk to me more, I don't enjoy taking the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I have plentiful things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have I changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are complicated creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Simple is nonsense, complicated makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we prove that we're not complicated?&lt;br /&gt;All that complex thoughts and self talks.&lt;br /&gt;Simple? No.&lt;br /&gt;Complicated? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these thoughts i can't comprehend..&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/13592705-5866562916959292210?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5866562916959292210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5866562916959292210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5866562916959292210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5866562916959292210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/08/biased-or-unbiased.html' title='Biased or Unbiased?'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4178416040883362408</id><published>2009-08-02T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:58:03.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finding out, that maybe I was wrong.</title><content type='html'>HP and the Half Blood Prince was interesting but the ending left me hanging.&lt;br /&gt;My mum said that there will be a part 2 though, so I definitely looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people said it was boring, well I thought it was o-kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jamming with my new band, A Fine Mess aka AFM for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first jam, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our virgin jam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a MESS&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone ended up in different roles that they weren't supposed to be at.&lt;br /&gt;An experience, yes. We're all warming up.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Jam soon, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is just the beginning.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W36Q's chalet is just around the corner. 7th to 9th aug.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward, yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only looking forward to become really anti-social during that time. I'm getting weird.&lt;br /&gt;The things I think i'll probably do is,&lt;br /&gt;BBQ for everyone to eat,&lt;br /&gt;have acoustic jam sessions with AFM,&lt;br /&gt;watch movies at night so I won't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's my plan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but things don't usually go my way, so we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4178416040883362408?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4178416040883362408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4178416040883362408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4178416040883362408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4178416040883362408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-finding-out-that-maybe-i-was-wrong.html' title='I am finding out, that maybe I was wrong.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-9124286943559083187</id><published>2009-07-01T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:13:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do away with the lame greeting at the start of every post. &lt;br /&gt;But, yes, I'm here to blog again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 7 days of home leave, I suddenly feel like I'm in such a comfortable position that I don’t feel like going back to school! You know the feeling of having eLearning every single day and just waking up exactly at 8.30am to do my eLearning is such a luxury, so much that I seriously don’t feel like going back to school tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still going anyways. It’s programming tmr and it should be fun. &lt;br /&gt;Well, my grades are finally improving and I’m really happy about it, hope there will be more eLearning and I wish my school would just shut down. No, I don’t mean it in a bad way. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we all have heard the news about the King of Pop, Micheal Jackson is dead, I feel strongly unsettled by the fact that he is in fact, dead. The world should mourn for the loss of this beyond amazing talent and not mock it. It disturbs me to know people actually made fun of his death. How childish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, if you didn’t know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Jackson did not colour his skin white so he could blend in with the white Americans. He coloured his skin white because he has skin cancer and white patches were appearing on his skin so the doctor suggested changing the pigment of his skin so the patches wouldn’t look so horrible. Yes, people have been laughing at him for his skin cancer. How original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, about his plastic surgery, his nose especially, the main part that has accumulated the most mockeries on, wasn’t done because he was vain. It was done because of his humiliating childhood where his dad would laugh at him because of his nose, and even nicknamed his ‘ Big Nose ‘. How hurtful is that? Having your own dad laugh at you because of your nose? Put yourself in his shoes, how would you feel? People who actually laugh at him should just reflect on their behaviour. Do you realise that you have been laughing at the expense of other people’s misery? Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to talk about his other so-called crazy antics, I have no comments. We all have our crazy moments here and there and it just so happens he is an icon, a well-known celebrity and him being eccentric and crazy just isn’t acceptable to the society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to judge that he really molested those boys at his house? Was there sufficient proof to prove it? For that, we can’t say anything and those people who think they know something, probably don’t know anything. So in return, when we think of Micheal Jackson, we don’t think of his beyond superb skills in dancing and singing, we think of him as an eccentric, monster-looking paedophile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this right people? &lt;br /&gt;Is this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a talented person being tarnished in this manner. &lt;br /&gt;We all have ourselves to blame. &lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. King of Pop, Micheal Jackson. Your songs will always be my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-9124286943559083187?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/9124286943559083187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=9124286943559083187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/9124286943559083187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/9124286943559083187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-may-say-im-dreamer-but-im-not-only.html' title='You may say I&apos;m a dreamer, but I&apos;m not the only one.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2216062609700182682</id><published>2009-06-13T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:33:44.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing sha-la-la~</title><content type='html'>I figured long time ago that I should probably start blogging again but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;procrastination&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temptation&lt;/span&gt; to do other things then to just get down and start blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AND..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unoffically&lt;/span&gt; stopped working so yeah, I'd probably blog more often now and have more time for myself. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to start getting selfish. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone of you experienced trying to catch a train but the damned escalator is filled with inconsiderate pple standing in the way? Like the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'stand to your left'&lt;/span&gt; rule isn't there? Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fustrated by all these people. So insensitive. One day I will take a picture of it. Irritating. Maybe I should take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anger management classes.&lt;/span&gt; I'm constantly&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bursting into flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by the people around me. Like all those brainless customers and blind passengers. Some people just need a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wake up call&lt;/span&gt;, like seriously. Sometimes I would just explode and say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' EXCUSE ME! '&lt;/span&gt; damn loudly and give the super irritated look and say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;' TSK! ' &lt;/span&gt;before walking past them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd probably be thinking, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What the hell? What is this small girl trying to do? Giving an attitude? What the hell? I just got attitud-ed by a small girl!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; DAMN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ya right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that, talk about &lt;s&gt;brainless&lt;/s&gt; customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman walks in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello! Welcome to blahblah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman :&lt;/span&gt; Hi, er &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I want coffee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Okay.. we have different types of coffee, which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; do u prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman :&lt;/span&gt; Er, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I want coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this goes on for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just wants her damn coffee which she didnt tell me what she wants. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know we had a commercial on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder pple were coming all the way from the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;east&lt;/span&gt; for our coffee. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, enough of all these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to chiong for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting soon. And class picnic trip is tmr! Looking forward. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POTLUCK&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;spaghetti in tomato base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2216062609700182682?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2216062609700182682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2216062609700182682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2216062609700182682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2216062609700182682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/06/singing-sha-la-la.html' title='Singing sha-la-la~'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-428871010916210193</id><published>2009-03-03T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:44:54.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Town.</title><content type='html'>Surprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a night out at Night Safari but well, oh well, Night Safari became, Sleepless Town Musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to catch this musical ever since don't know when and yay, today was the day. =D&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank the most magical potato ever for making this happen.&lt;br /&gt;You caught me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the songs, the cast, the plot.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats a night out with an awesome musical.&lt;br /&gt;Making me a VERY happy girl tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-428871010916210193?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/428871010916210193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=428871010916210193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/428871010916210193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/428871010916210193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless-town.html' title='Sleepless Town.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2804990897784103740</id><published>2009-02-08T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:20:23.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get all steamed up, hear me shout, ' Tip me over and pour me out '.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been Devil knows how long I didn't blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a topic to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that people don't really like to read. Like, who knows what their eyes are for? Stop asking what flavour the ice cream is! REAADDDD the tag. Ohmygah, I feel so fustrated everytime they ask, ' what flavour is this? '. Eh, hellooooo? Are you blind? Can't you seeee? There's actually a tag. Oh yes, a tag, right infront of you. So please read it for yourself. Thank you very much. *smiles* It wouldn't hurt to just look down for awhile, would it? Irritating people. Everytime this happens, a violent scene of me murdering all these customers with the ice cream scoop flashes thru my mind. ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I've been sort of working in the F&amp;amp;B industry for about 2 months now, I am always subconciously trying to keep my table clean, as in the table I dine in. Always having the ' I-Know-How-You-Feel-*Pats-on-the back*-feeling'. There was once this irritating customer put all the whipped cream in the tissue and put it on the table. ARGH, so annoying. Felt like using the fork and stabbing her multiple times and say, ' How do you like that?! '. Storm away to grab the whipped cream bottle and spray at her face and say, ' I hope you liked that. ', *walks off and a satisfied grin on my face* Well, it only happens in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if some of you want an update of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a lot of movies, chilling out alot outside with Eian, and working occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lacking of slacking at home, spending time with my family and last but definitely not least, money.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke right now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm also posted to RP's Game Design.&lt;br /&gt;My 9th choice. Well at least it's a choice of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vday's coming!&lt;br /&gt;What's your plan? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2804990897784103740?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2804990897784103740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2804990897784103740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2804990897784103740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2804990897784103740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-get-all-steamed-up-hear-me-shout.html' title='When I get all steamed up, hear me shout, &apos; Tip me over and pour me out &apos;.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4891677595797193599</id><published>2009-01-15T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:54:25.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't be caught dead in this place.</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for almost abandoning this promiscuous little blog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could do with a little update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My O levels result suck like crazy. Don't bother asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much to update about. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, celebrated MOJO's birthday at Hard Rock Cafe with Eian. =D&lt;br /&gt;Will probably post pics another day. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4891677595797193599?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4891677595797193599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4891677595797193599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4891677595797193599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4891677595797193599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wouldnt-be-caught-dead-in-this-place.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t be caught dead in this place.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-1862916416953111957</id><published>2008-12-10T04:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:23:21.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This monster doesn't even know what's your worth.</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today gloria and joanna came by wcp and wave to me! =DDDD felt so happy. missed gloria and joanna badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, work life doesn't seem real to me. Feels so surreal. Like it's all a dream and i'll wake up one day and realise its all not true. Or rather, the after O's doesn't seem real at all. Maybe it's because life has suddenly become so monotonous that it feels like a scene replaying and replaying. Like a spoilt radio, a skipped disc. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Gloria, I miss all of my friends tooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-1862916416953111957?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/1862916416953111957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=1862916416953111957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1862916416953111957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1862916416953111957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-monster-doesnt-even-know-whats.html' title='This monster doesn&apos;t even know what&apos;s your worth.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2068857035860182923</id><published>2008-12-02T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:42:44.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, she doesn't know what she's missing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/STQvIW77caI/AAAAAAAAALk/4wX7TXwOGns/s1600-h/DSC01005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/STQvIW77caI/AAAAAAAAALk/4wX7TXwOGns/s200/DSC01005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274892884200092066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I ate.. 1hr ago when I reached home. Found that that my parents left me food, so felt a lil bad if I don't eat it. So, I added some coleslaw, ketchup, chilli sauce &amp;amp; jap mayo with it and ate it. They left me, rice, some chicken pieces thing and a hot dog. lol! Sounds something like what I ate today .. the leftovers of the staff meal. LOL. But, this tastes way better. Everything goes well with, jap mayo, ketchup and chilli sauce for me. I'm a junkie, I know. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Johan just now. Didn't realise how much I miss my most awesome bestfriend. Zomg. I bought a Caramel Macchiato from Tully's and we sat down at the sofa and talked. Come to think of it, I've been drinking expensive coffee for 3 days in a row. No wonder my pocket has a big hole now. Gosh! Anyways, we talked alot, caught up with each other and that felt kinda nice. =D Physically, we're worlds apart, but inside, we're " Great minds think alike ". Oooh! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently have been kinda close with Rach cos of work and all that. Love all that, stay around until late at night and talk feeling. Feels like a camp stayover. Where the whole place is deserted and we're the only survivors left. LOL. Reached home at around 12am+ because we waited for the chef to get ready to leave then we left. Got to know this new manager, Avis, while waiting. &amp;amp;also, Lito is like, the best guy in the world. Hah! He's really really nice. Poor guy has his ankle sprained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there was like, few incidents with angmoh customers and now I have a very bad impression of angmohs. But, I'm not stereotyping them. It's just that, some angmohs are like, bullshit. They're human like us afterall right? LOL. There's nice ones and there's not nice ones. LOL. My vocab nowadays is like, shit. Zzz. I'm pretty much very tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2068857035860182923?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2068857035860182923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2068857035860182923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2068857035860182923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2068857035860182923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-she-doesnt-know-what-shes-missing.html' title='No, she doesn&apos;t know what she&apos;s missing.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/STQvIW77caI/AAAAAAAAALk/4wX7TXwOGns/s72-c/DSC01005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-122325566813443313</id><published>2008-11-30T00:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:59:51.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time is different, felt like I was just a victim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/STFvnhmAjII/AAAAAAAAALc/w5qLchzEXqU/s1600-h/DSC01003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/STFvnhmAjII/AAAAAAAAALc/w5qLchzEXqU/s200/DSC01003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274119363450932354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/STFvnuxtmvI/AAAAAAAAALU/P2V8ajqHkOs/s1600-h/DSC01002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/STFvnuxtmvI/AAAAAAAAALU/P2V8ajqHkOs/s200/DSC01002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274119366989683442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the food from my workplace, BBQ Chicken, on Friday. This is called the Korean Charboiled.&lt;br /&gt;It tastes not bad. But, the price is.. very bad. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, its like, higer class KFC and higher priced. Only liked the coleslaw. The so-called Korean Charboiled is like, chicken chop, so yeah. If you're feeling rich, you can go there and try it out. There's like a student price thing for all the main course from Monday - Friday, 11pm to 6pm. Costs $7.90 with a complimentary soft drink. But, its not inclusive of GST and wtver tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This somehow feels like an advert. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Kar's back! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit chatted with Rach just now until 11.45pm cos I ended work at 10pm. Sat at Starbucks and drank their, Dark Cherry.. dont know what Frappacino. LOL. Can't be compared to Tully's but, no choice ah, needed to drink something coffee-ish and Tully's was like, closed alr. And now, I don't think I can sleep tonight. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, went to collect my GV membership card just now before work at VIVO. So many people!! Nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I realised that, when it comes to like, later in the night, more lesbian couples will come and eat at BBQ chicken. LOL. There were like, a few just now. lol! Oops, can't help but notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is gettting more fun as each day passes by. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-122325566813443313?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/122325566813443313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=122325566813443313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/122325566813443313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/122325566813443313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-time-is-different-felt-like-i-was.html' title='This time is different, felt like I was just a victim.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/STFvnhmAjII/AAAAAAAAALc/w5qLchzEXqU/s72-c/DSC01003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-8930479013711088825</id><published>2008-11-28T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:26:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen Amy tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS7lOIMD2yI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KrLqbPCjKf4/s1600-h/DSC00919+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS7lOIMD2yI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KrLqbPCjKf4/s200/DSC00919+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273404244576426786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey midnight stalkers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more episode and I'm done with ' They Kiss Again ' Taiwanese Drama! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ULTRA HUNGRY NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's around 2.15am now and I'm starving. Gosh, how can I fall asleep like this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for 3 things now.&lt;br /&gt;BK-whooper burger, ramen/udon and coleslaw~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I'm becoming more and more like a semi-vegan. But its no biggie or shock right? I've always been the one eating ur unwanted coleslaw&amp;amp;veggie. HAH! Mummy cooked chicken wings today! I bet they are even nicer than the ones at my workplace. And the funny thing is, the only food that appeals to be there is, the coleslaw! Just thinking about it, makes my tummy rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, don't tell me coleslaw is gross/disgusting/wtver. That's ur opinion and I like what I like. Veggie is good for you and people who don't eat them are DUMB. Don't complain about being fat because if you eat enough veggie&amp;amp;fruits, you won't become THAT fat. Learn to eat veggie, its GOOD. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my everyday diet is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, eat bread/vegetarian beehoon, go work, come home, cook egg omelette kiap with bread with tomato, chilli&amp;amp;mayo sauce and eat, wait until dinner, eat the food mummy cooked, at night, eat a fruit, whether it is apple, banana, papaya or whatever. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm eating too little but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, look at the time now. I have to sleep alr, I have work tmr, or rather, later. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til, later at night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-8930479013711088825?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/8930479013711088825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=8930479013711088825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8930479013711088825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8930479013711088825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-you-seen-amy-tonight.html' title='Have you seen Amy tonight?'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS7lOIMD2yI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KrLqbPCjKf4/s72-c/DSC00919+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7580902258657814644</id><published>2008-11-26T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:43:04.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ~ 17 OCT 2008</title><content type='html'>HEYYYYYY MISERABLE PPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for an update, I know, again. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2nd day of work for me. HAHA. First day was kinda sucky but 2nd day was way better! Shan't digress too much about it, but yeah. I'm earning moooooolah!! Today met Rach after work and went walking around wcplaza aka ginza. While waiting, 2 starbucks pple came down from the escalator carrying a tray each with cute lil starbucks cups with coffee inside! Ultra cute. 2 flavours. Both very nice! So after I drank finish both of my cups, Rach came and she took both flavours too! =D So, I already threw away my cup, so we each took one and washed it. It so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1afSUhV_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qwgPGb4WSs0/s1600-h/DSC00990edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1afSUhV_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qwgPGb4WSs0/s200/DSC00990edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970232261072882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the cup! HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to find another job. Kinda found it but not sure if we're hired yet. Don't ask what job. =D&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and I saw Mei Hui working at POPULAR~ LOL! Haha! Alrighty, its getting boring. Anyways, today was such a GREAT DAY!! Met Johan&amp;amp;Sofya and Wjuan&amp;amp;Eileen there too! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real topic of this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ gathering at Thach's HOUSE on 17th OCT 08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually not much to blog about since I alr blogged about it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Its just the PICTURES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1afzmk4GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ce9K3299Qf8/s1600-h/IMGA0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1afzmk4GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ce9K3299Qf8/s200/IMGA0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970241195171938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gloria chopping the onions. Go ONION!! Oh, I mean, ORION! XD&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/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1afc9aa-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/h2Qu3oxWe4U/s1600-h/IMGA0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1afc9aa-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/h2Qu3oxWe4U/s200/IMGA0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970235116940258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huimian slicing the MUSHROOOOOM!&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/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1agX6_NoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lxtxnxAo9yU/s1600-h/IMGA0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1agX6_NoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lxtxnxAo9yU/s200/IMGA0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970250944460418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3KG of SPAGHETTI~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1ahBmQVgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QCrlQq1w_J8/s1600-h/IMGA0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1ahBmQVgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QCrlQq1w_J8/s200/IMGA0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970262131791362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TOMATO PASTE&amp;amp; SPAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1au373H7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/lvvB1l0ZsJU/s1600-h/IMGA0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1au373H7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/lvvB1l0ZsJU/s200/IMGA0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970500056227762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JOHAN! The chef of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1avBzfNfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/74nvrIPv4u4/s1600-h/IMGA0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1avBzfNfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/74nvrIPv4u4/s200/IMGA0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970502705460722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmm~ Chicken wings &amp;amp; PRAWNS!!!!!!!!! GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1auocDfuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VHRqX74llVc/s1600-h/IMGA0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1auocDfuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VHRqX74llVc/s200/IMGA0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970495896288994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DOUG! Getting excited over isketch. LOL. Not I take one ah. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1avSrvt4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/hO0EKXILi-g/s1600-h/IMGA0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1avSrvt4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/hO0EKXILi-g/s200/IMGA0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970507236390786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE HOST! THACH! Looking oh-so-blur. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1avzg-tcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/w_K_NVy0i8g/s1600-h/IMGA0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1avzg-tcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/w_K_NVy0i8g/s200/IMGA0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970516049606082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The-next-day-is-her-birthday girl! &amp;amp; MEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bBwZeANI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/v1-2GoedHwo/s1600-h/IMGA0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bBwZeANI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/v1-2GoedHwo/s200/IMGA0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970824450441426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JOJO! Looking.. dark. LOL.The lighting not good ah? lol! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bCQY8itI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fIPz3RT_uEU/s1600-h/IMGA0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bCQY8itI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fIPz3RT_uEU/s200/IMGA0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970833038183122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doug&amp;amp;Chubby&lt;br /&gt;CAUGHT IN ACTION! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bC7PPf5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/m4P6gu0iBCk/s1600-h/IMGA0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bC7PPf5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/m4P6gu0iBCk/s200/IMGA0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970844540206994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fangyi&amp;amp;I&lt;br /&gt;Bored to death. Born slackers~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bDARAbFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VHfk3gGCEus/s1600-h/IMGA0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bDARAbFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VHfk3gGCEus/s200/IMGA0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970845889784914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hm,Johan's sis&amp;amp;Wenhao!&lt;br /&gt;Wah, not bad ah, teaching small kid. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bDDOUNQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xP5DGWpLA3k/s1600-h/IMGA0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bDDOUNQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xP5DGWpLA3k/s200/IMGA0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970846683804930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gloria trying to don't know do what to the already very stressed HM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bKEyzCrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0pprNXhVfSQ/s1600-h/IMGA0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bKEyzCrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0pprNXhVfSQ/s200/IMGA0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970967364340402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wenhao showing off his awesome keyboard &amp;amp; Shihao looking shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Watching porn right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bKC0o8aI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vK0TxyHNp0g/s1600-h/IMGA0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1bKC0o8aI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vK0TxyHNp0g/s200/IMGA0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970966835196322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thach watching Fangyi play bleach game &amp;amp; Sand(me) slacking on the sofa~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats about all the pics we took that day. Most of it is videos so yeah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Quality of pictures not very good because of the lighting and we were using camcorder to take pics. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&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/13592705-7580902258657814644?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7580902258657814644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7580902258657814644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7580902258657814644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7580902258657814644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/bbq-17-oct-2008.html' title='BBQ~ 17 OCT 2008'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SS1afSUhV_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qwgPGb4WSs0/s72-c/DSC00990edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2530308208242302313</id><published>2008-11-19T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:06:12.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMERAAAAAA~</title><content type='html'>ZOMG la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I'm in NEED of a camera.&lt;br /&gt;Whether a normal digital one or a DSLR, I NEED ONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it to capture moments! Memories!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORKKKKKK!! COME TO MEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2530308208242302313?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2530308208242302313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2530308208242302313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2530308208242302313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2530308208242302313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/cameraaaaaa.html' title='CAMERAAAAAA~'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2745008450800572095</id><published>2008-11-18T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:58:32.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You turned me into somebody loved.</title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARPOOPOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time today at Thach's house. Or rather, EVERYONE! For the BBQ that I organized. =D&lt;br /&gt;To set things right, it was a 2/4'06 gathering in DISGUISE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met doug and wenhao at around 1020am to get candles for the surprise cake for kar. We bought the relighting candles for the fun of it. Since they got it for my birthday, I decided to get it too, for kar. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;Went down to WCPlaza to walk around and slack cos I decided to wait for momomojojo cos he only can leave his house at 1120am. Then while walking around the ultra cold WCP, it started to rain. Spent alot of time at Cold Storage. Wine section!&lt;br /&gt;Met RACHEL!! So surprised to see her. Almost couldnt recognise her.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, jo and hm arrived then went to market there to wait for thach's father to fetch us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached his house at around 12pm+ lidat. Started to play comp and dont know do what. Ate lunch there, thach's mum cooked for us again. LOL. So like, the food were bought were kinda too much cos I wanted it to be like, for lunch and dinner. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played alot of comp games, PS2 and whatnot. At around 5pm, hm and ria went to make the pasta and the guys started to get the BBQ ready. =D I went round video-ing the whole thing. =D&lt;br /&gt;After BBQ was ready, I went to help johan to cook the prawns and chicken. And, clumsy me, spilled the plate of pasta on the floor. OOPS! So everyone was eating, Sand(me), johan, kar, hm, ria, lyn, lili, doug, wenhao, shihao, chub, fangyi and last but not least, thach. But he didnt really eat much leh! Thach was video-ing us eating also. =D Eating was fun, make fun of each other and made some jokes, laughed alot. Then the drinks were almost finished, asked who wanted to go buy, then thach said they could use the bikes to cycle then suddenly so many pple wanted to volunteer to go. LOL! In the end, kar, doug and wenhao went to buy. Then the whole load of them also went off to buy stuffs at 7-11 and ria and hm went to fetch johan's sister. So left me and johan outside bbq-ing the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things happened and cant stop laughing. Things happened here and there, then suddenly, everyone was in the house alr. Sat at the living room watching them play PS2 then kar and I wanted to watch the 9pm show. Burnout was damn funny cos kar and shihao were like, jokers playing the game. Fangyi and I were like laughing at kar all the time. =/ HAHA! So, the 9pm show started and hm came down to watch also. When the first commercial break started, kar went to pee upstairs so hm and I were like telling everyone to like get ready cos we wna surprise her. So taking the vidcam along with me, doug and hm lighted the candles and I asked pple to keep a lookout so kar wouldnt notice us from behind. =D Brought out the cake( hm baked it herself, brownie cake! ), and we sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU~ from behind kar and she was like super shocked and surprised. Kept covering her face, as usual. HAHA! Then she made a wish and blew the candles. BUT, the candles relighted and relighted and relighted. SO MANY TIMES! So it was damn funny. Then kar cut the cake then they brought it to the kitchen to cut it and distribute it to everyone. The brownie cake was SUPER YUMMY!! Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar was still like, super happy and surprised. For a long time. LOL. Could totally see it from her face.  HAHA. She totally did not expect something like this to happen. HAHA. All thanks to Me, the super planner who planned all of this. With special special and extra special thanks to hm, johan, tach and all the rest of the pple involved to make this surprise a success. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we watched the vids we took the whole day and we laughed at the vids. Esp the one OSH asked me to ' GO AWAY LA~ '. LOL. Everyone sat at the living room and laughed and commented on the vids. It was really fun! Bonded with everyone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dont know who decided to play Fatal Frame then almost everyone were like freaking out cos the starting was like so scary. LOL. Was hiding behind the pillow and making squeeky noises. LOL! So, we changed game cos it was so freaky and it was already 11pm++. They played burnout but now the objective is different. It is to see who crashes the most and loses first. LOL! Shihao the ultimate crasher. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at around 1130pm, wenhao was like going to leave, then kar too. So everyone started to get ready to leave also. So we bid goodbye to thach and his sisters. And it totally felt like we just had chalet. So thach accompanied us, me, johan+his sis, kar, doug, wenhao, fangyi, chub to the bus stop and we talked about everything today. He also mentioned about him leaving in Jan and we all made sure we meet up and sent him off. =D So the bus came and we boarded the bus. So while in the bus, it was 9mins to Kar's birthday. Kar was still happy about today in the bus. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then jo and I alighted at market bus stop then walked to his house downstairs. Sat at the round table and waited for midnight. Gave a call to Kar and we wished her happy birthday on the phone. After that, he walked me to my house there and here I am, HOME! &amp;amp; feeling extremely happy about today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for this wonderful day today. This gathering have definitely brought this small grp of us closer and I'm sure everyone enjoyed themselves. I know I definitely grew closer to pple I wasnt really close to like, doug and wenhao. And I'm sure, everyone would want another gathering like this cos even chilling out can be SO FUN! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for ur support to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;The good ol' days are back. =D&lt;br /&gt;And great memories for us to keep and for thach to keep as well when he leaves next year. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2745008450800572095?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2745008450800572095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2745008450800572095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2745008450800572095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2745008450800572095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-turned-me-into-somebody-loved.html' title='You turned me into somebody loved.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4555678151418715300</id><published>2008-11-16T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:32:28.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouting, whispering sea, rolling tides of mystery.</title><content type='html'>Hello~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, an update. Yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked my mum to dye my hair for me.&lt;br /&gt;Mission failed. So went out with wl in the afternoon to shop for stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;After that, met the pple at clem market for dinner &amp;amp; off for CHOIR CONCERT!!&lt;br /&gt;Reached there late cos we bought flowers for Ms Ho. =D&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a good concert. Cheered for Ms Ho and KRV like damn loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it was only the few of us cheering for them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ran up the stage after the last song and gave the flowers to her. It was really commical.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to talk to Ms Ho then invited her for supper but in the end, she needed to go off to count money with the other conductor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So had supper with a few juniors + the 6 of us.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed for the so-called last train and last bus home. Reached home at about 12am+++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS DAY!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met giulio and wl at west coast plaza to hunt for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Then later howfong and cheryl joined us.&lt;br /&gt;Went to macs for lunch then went to vivo to hunt for more jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Asked my mum out after that and went to cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;After cutting hair, we went down to liang court for fun then went to The Central at Clark Quay for dinner. Ate Pepper lunch. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is like, almost one of the best days of my life. Went downstairs to the market at like 8Am and I was like, the only one there? Everyone else was late. LOL. Finally, doug came and not long later, johan came. Went to buy the chicken and prawns. Indirectly bargained with the prawn uncle. =D (potential housewife huh?) Had so much fun buying all the stuffs, preparing the stuffs for the BBQ tmr. =D Played PS2 and a really fun game on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;The 6 of us, Sand, Johan, Kar, Doug, Wenhao and Thach had loads of fun preparing the food.&lt;br /&gt;Esp the feather thingy! OMG la. Kar and I were like ewwwwww all the way. Had like goosebumps. Thach's mum cooked lunch for us and the table was like so awkward, so it was kinda funny. HAHA! Really enjoy the company of these pple. Left at around 630pm then had dinner with doug and wenhao. All of us can't wait for tmr!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how things are the way it is now. Finally feeling like I'm doing something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, whoever says, " mai hiam la ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4555678151418715300?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4555678151418715300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4555678151418715300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4555678151418715300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4555678151418715300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/shouting-whispering-sea-rolling-tides.html' title='Shouting, whispering sea, rolling tides of mystery.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-3385787491228436298</id><published>2008-11-08T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:14:44.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>womanizer, oh womanizer</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PECKPECK NEE-SAN!!&lt;br /&gt;19 years old alr. OLD AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, I'm super lethargic now. I feel like im gna drop dead any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i dont blog corherently, pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven been sleeping properly these days. IDK why.&lt;br /&gt;And a lizard is like roaming the floor now, im freaking out now.&lt;br /&gt;but my face is emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;i have heavy eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;i think i grew thinner. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i have been eating less these days. sleeping less too.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that im really stressed out and idk why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think im gna blog smartly, so im gna blog like a bimb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing runescape these days and it sucks. cos im addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really stressed now. i totally need a breather. my eyelids are so heavy but i dont feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A JOB.&lt;br /&gt;i do not WANT a job. i NEED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna work and work and work and work.&lt;br /&gt;work to support myself.&lt;br /&gt;work to tell myself that im using my time wisely.&lt;br /&gt;to know that im useful, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel like killing pple.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel like why do i care about certain things?&lt;br /&gt;why do i care?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isnt going anywhere. my brain's dead. im blabbering. dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-3385787491228436298?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/3385787491228436298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=3385787491228436298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3385787491228436298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3385787491228436298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/womanizer-oh-womanizer.html' title='womanizer, oh womanizer'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-9198291318016187262</id><published>2008-11-04T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:03:05.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and Let me go.</title><content type='html'>HELLO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I could do a lil blogging now that O's like, unofficially over. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading pple's blog and I guess I could get excited about after O's now and blog about what I'm going to do or want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cut&amp;amp;dye hair&lt;br /&gt;2. workkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;3. get a EAR piercing ( don't laugh at me, i dont have a single piercing on me yet )&lt;br /&gt;4. I want a lip piercing but I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;5. I want a tattoo on my wrist but mummy dont allow.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go shopping ?&lt;br /&gt;7. Go out &amp;amp; have fun, like more gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go library alone.&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn Japanese&lt;br /&gt;10. Get a keyboard ( secondhand one, I guess )&lt;br /&gt;11. OMG, JAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore at the moment. Mental block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wanna read ' breaking the food seduction ' by Dr. Neal Barnard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And a whole lot of other books that I've noted down. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more like, when I'm really free cause now, I wanna do my own stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-9198291318016187262?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/9198291318016187262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=9198291318016187262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/9198291318016187262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/9198291318016187262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/shut-up-and-let-me-go.html' title='Shut up and Let me go.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5136385697800713598</id><published>2008-11-01T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:33:30.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can ride my bike with no handlebars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SHOULD I OR SHOULD I NOT BLOG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll wait till 4 more days later. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou for O's 3 more papers left for me!! =DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5136385697800713598?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5136385697800713598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5136385697800713598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5136385697800713598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5136385697800713598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-can-ride-my-bike-with-no-handlebars.html' title='I can ride my bike with no handlebars.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4532745951317809133</id><published>2008-10-01T23:50:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:57:27.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it takes more to shine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WANJUAN TODAY AND PEIWEN FOR TMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt; the following pple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Huimian&lt;/span&gt; (the one who organised&amp;amp; share a dirty lil secret with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gloria&lt;/span&gt; (the one who makes me laugh most of the time&amp;amp;gives tips on makeup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt; (the one who is my all-time choir buddy&amp;amp;close friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Giselle&lt;/span&gt; (the one who couldn't make it for surprise&amp;amp; has a split personality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chubby&lt;/span&gt; (the one whom I regard as my most loyal brother&amp;amp;friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Douglas&lt;/span&gt;  (the one that is funny&amp;amp;nice to hang out with&amp;amp; awfully GUAI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Billy&lt;/span&gt;   (the one who can play the bball arcade game with me&amp;amp; teach me chem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thach&lt;/span&gt; (the one who loves to eat ice kacang kosong while I eat my rojak&amp;amp; a computer geek like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the thought of surprising me. All the effort put in. And even though I had a little tip off before I opened the door, honestly speaking, I was still kinda surprised. I guess the poppers surprised me. I was speechless. I wanted to cry because I was so touched when you guys sang me the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;And the lil prank with the relighting candles was cheeky and cute. Oh, the conical party hat too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was well-dressed before I opened the door. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;A pity that Joanna couldn't join us for lunch. "Kbox after Os?" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huimian! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought you wanted to talk to me. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;That was a good one. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper Lunch at Lido after that was kinda fun too. Love the food.&lt;br /&gt;Arcade - I love the bball arcade game thingy. So fun! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My First Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; playing it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen&amp;amp;Kar for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOTPINK 1L waterbottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huimian, Gloria and Gis for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 mascara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lovely blue photoframe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also the people who wished me, (on msn/sms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiwen, kar, eil, huimian, waileong, yu, kokwai, darrell, johan, wanjuan, yiwen, shihao, lili, gloria on her blog&amp;amp;mytagboard, kokleong, saffie(cos i complained to her), naz(belated one) &amp;amp; most imptly, MY MUMMY! she gave me a kiss on my cheek! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least this year was better than last year. Not that fantastic for a celebration or the amount of pple who remembered, the number of presents, but still, its the thought that counts and telling me that you remembered and bothered to, that is enough and it makes me glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS PPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally 16!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;now the next goal is for 18 to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pictures with joanna and some at gloria's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4532745951317809133?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4532745951317809133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4532745951317809133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4532745951317809133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4532745951317809133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-it-takes-more-to-shine.html' title='And it takes more to shine.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4791543408284295875</id><published>2008-09-30T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:02:09.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me, why do you have to go and make things so complicated?</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally here to blog cos I can't wait for the time to pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Avril Lavigne Concert.&lt;br /&gt;It rocked.&lt;br /&gt;I cant rrmb anything else.&lt;br /&gt;OH, &lt;br /&gt;had an awesome grad night dinner with the 2e4ians'06!&lt;br /&gt;too bad no alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from 'dinner' with huimian.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lot 1. &lt;br /&gt;From like, 5pm til 10? idk. we got obsessed in a shop. went in like 3 - 4 times. LOL&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like, having a stomach ache now. &lt;br /&gt;20 mins more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got stuck at my house's bus stop for like 1 hr cos of the rain? zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH,&lt;br /&gt;saw shaowen just now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for bus with hm. &lt;br /&gt;he kept looking at me like i was some kind of weirdo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i think its because of the way im dressed. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;all black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually dressed in a ' Avril Lavigne look '. &lt;br /&gt;Black punk design tee, studded belt, black skinnies, black eyeliner, black sneakers, black hair and big accessory on wrist. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I got that look from her first album. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a random weird looking pouch thingy, if it is even one. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. im bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;br /&gt;15mins more. &lt;br /&gt;i sound pretty excited but im like not. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;im just wondering who will remember me birthday. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;was contemplating on whether i should come online today? &lt;br /&gt;cos if i dont go online, maybe some pple wont wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;idk, maybe i'll get disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;we'll see in a few mins time. XD&lt;br /&gt;i actually prefer sms. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4791543408284295875?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4791543408284295875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4791543408284295875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4791543408284295875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4791543408284295875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/09/tell-me-why-do-you-have-to-go-and-make.html' title='Tell me, why do you have to go and make things so complicated?'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-295263963874868846</id><published>2008-09-02T21:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:04:41.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When all the leaves begin to fall, if I’m falling, falling apart for you.</title><content type='html'>The title doesn't really makes sense but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's high time I should update my blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say prelims was like a nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;A dream that didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;I dread my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just talk about happy things. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of 'ponned' the last bit of chem remedial today. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Played bball for awhile then left cos was irritated by a grp of losers. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe not all were losers. But almost.&lt;br /&gt;bought green apple v again. =D thanks to billy. &lt;br /&gt;He taught us chem! =D &lt;br /&gt;I brought chub's psp home and now it's outta batt! Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback!&lt;br /&gt;29/8/08 Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to get a 'vintage-retro' outfit from saffie cos I was lazy. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Ms Goh, jw, chub and tach instead. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about lots of things. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNT IS OVERRR! &lt;br /&gt;PRELIMS IS OVERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;O's is OVERRRRRR! Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day celebrations was like crap. =/&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to eat at formosa with like, human, chub, joey, cel, eil.&lt;br /&gt;ria joined us like, after awhile. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to go watch a movie so me, human and ria went to human's house while chub and eil went home to change clothes then meet us.&lt;br /&gt;had something like a 'make-up session' at human's house. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;took like a long time then went to meet eil and chub. managed to catch the bus to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;reached lido then we decided not to watch, cos i'm so short that we didnt dare to take the risk to buy a NC16 movie. LOL. wanted to watch deathrace. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we went shopping. =D &lt;br /&gt;shopped for tachy's present! &lt;br /&gt;blah blah. then went to coughsbuycoughsvodkacoughscoughs.&lt;br /&gt;well, we suspected that eil and ria was like kindacoughsdrunkcoughscoughs.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tach's post bday party was FUNNNN! =D&lt;br /&gt;CS all the way mannn! &lt;br /&gt;the food his mum cooks is just WOW.&lt;br /&gt;shan't go into details but those who didnt go, LOSERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to watch 12 lotus on sunday with my ah mi at PS. =D&lt;br /&gt;overall, the movie is like, damn tragic. ):&lt;br /&gt;you should watch it if you can. &lt;br /&gt;support local. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at this random restaurant at the basement. &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the name of the restaurant and the names of the food. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But, it was really yummy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1etCqO5mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rIDCbKOlYJM/s1600-h/beefnoodlesoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1etCqO5mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rIDCbKOlYJM/s200/beefnoodlesoup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241449669230257762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is like a beef noodle soup? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1etEKuQoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rq44bjFTdt4/s1600-h/friednoodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1etEKuQoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rq44bjFTdt4/s200/friednoodle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241449669634966146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried beef noodle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1etfeckqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xN7RHnEtm-M/s1600-h/mangodessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1etfeckqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xN7RHnEtm-M/s200/mangodessert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241449676965450402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango dessert! =D&lt;br /&gt;This is like, superb. For a person who don't really enjoy sweet things, I really enjoyed this. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the restaurant out! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went to watch 12 lotus. &lt;br /&gt;Then, SHOPPING. &lt;br /&gt;Well, didn't really shop much cos the movie ended at 9pm and all the shops were closing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Found a nice bag and bought it. YAY. it's GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ending off this post is a picture of my mum's cabanara spaghy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1hVFyiZJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QuIYY6xtuN8/s1600-h/cabanara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1hVFyiZJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QuIYY6xtuN8/s200/cabanara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241452556288418962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-295263963874868846?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/295263963874868846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=295263963874868846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/295263963874868846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/295263963874868846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-all-leaves-begin-to-fall-if-im.html' title='When all the leaves begin to fall, if I’m falling, falling apart for you.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SL1etCqO5mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rIDCbKOlYJM/s72-c/beefnoodlesoup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6167094134742157642</id><published>2008-08-24T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:14:58.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dying to lose it... I'm losing... my confidence.</title><content type='html'>HEYYYYLOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm brimming with unwanted and unnecessary excitement now.&lt;br /&gt;So far, we're in the middle of our prelims.&lt;br /&gt;1 week more to go and it's overrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I haven really studied on POA, DNT, chem/phy and MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got back into MySpace and added a whole load of pple! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I LOVE THE DRESDEN DOLLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY MUM HAS FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao li is freaking cute. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the deadline for DNT national submission is this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6167094134742157642?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6167094134742157642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6167094134742157642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6167094134742157642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6167094134742157642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-dying-to-lose-it-im-losing-my.html' title='I&apos;m dying to lose it... I&apos;m losing... my confidence.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5817097472370259425</id><published>2008-08-16T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:42:47.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be fine, I swear, I'm just gone beyond repair.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Ah Geok asked me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to blog last night but you see, sometimes the best laid plans fail. lol!&lt;br /&gt;Planned to wake up at 2am cos I read ah geok's blog, 12 am to 2am is the 'healing' period. But I slept thru until morning. Or rather, NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed in myself can. &lt;br /&gt;I wasted so much time sleeeeping!! How can anyone sleep so long!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed overnight in school on 7aug for dnt! I had a very, hmm how do I say this, pleasing sense of feeling to see my other dnt pple doing dnt together at the same time thru the night. We had mac delivery at 3am! =D&lt;br /&gt;Plus, tablet pc is damn cool! I'm gna get one if I can. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the first time, I actually felt proud of Mr Koh SL. Like, seeing him run in the middle of the night, I had this WOAH kind of feeling. I could feel his DETERMINATION to run the 88km. I guess the whole stayovernight thing was kinda fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Money No Enough 2 on monday. The ticket was a friggin 6 bucks! Was kind of happy cause it was cheeeeap! Did dnt after that with giu, wl and jh at the JE library. After that, jh, wl and I went to IMM to eat SUBWAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound super suaku-ish but, IT WAS MY FIRST TIME ORDERING FROM SUBWAY! &lt;br /&gt;The first time I ate from SUBWAY was when I was really young, I ate it with my ah mi. So I cannot remember eating it until my ah mi told me that I ate subway with her before. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the next day was 12/8. Getting back of MT O Level results!&lt;br /&gt;I was friggin scared that I failed because I had this bad feeling in me, I don't know why. Hah. But when they said that my class didn't failures, I was like YEEESSSS! At least I knew I didn't fail and that was all I wanted to know. Secretly, I was aiming for a B3 because afterall it's the O levels, and I was thinking that it was impossible for me to get an A for chinese cos by now, everyone should know that my chinese is not up to standard aka sucks. Hmm, but by luck, I got a 2M. 2 is the total grade for the whole thing like plus oral and listening. And M which means Merit is for my oral and listening. Which also probably means I almost got or got an A1 for my paper 1 and 2. Which was SO GDAMNED COOOOOOOOL! I was shocked when I got my result. Thought it was like someone else's results? lol! Yeah, but everyone was shocked too, by my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like ' WHAAAAAA-t?! ' LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gratz to ah geok cos she didn't fail!!! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for the 4th time in school on Thursday. Partly because I slept late and partly because my mum woke me up at 8.15am and partly because my alarm was set at 5.45am and it only snoozes until 6.49am. Since I woke up late, I used to comp for awhile to put pictures into my thumbdrive and then I went to school. Reached school at 9am and it was PE! The brainless sec 1s were making so much noise that wasted OUR time for PE. It was kind of our last PE and PE rocks. Love the dance or rather, it fun dancing to the music but it was kind of repititive but it's fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, had EL oral on Wed. Hairdressing &amp; CCTV.&lt;br /&gt;I think I did badly because I used slangs. I talked like I was talking to my friend. No singlish but I had ' you know like, ', 'like,' , ' yeah'. OMGOOODNESS can. poooo.&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered, I said ' whatever ' also! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I really like the dnt pple of my class. Like, 'we rock man!!!' that kind of feeling. And yan nan was really damn funny yesterday. Ben too. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Jo told me something which was freaky but HILARIOUS! Maybe it was just his expressions. HAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They postponed the deadline for handing in our folio, PB and artefact to monday but with a price. But, it doesnt matter to me if my Planning and monitoring gets a L2 or L3 because its just 10marks max. And its for prelims. So yeah, looking at the big picture, O's is more important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pastamania for dnt dinner with Ms goh, pw, lyn, osh, jh, tach, ben, sw at westmalll! Then went to popular then hommmmeee~. Love them. =D except the last name. LOL. Those who didn't go, losers. JK. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go to sch at 7.30am today. Because WH told me that the lab is open at that time but, I slept thru it and so I'm stucked here. LOL. Wanted to go print stuffs. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, after such a long post, it should make up for my absence for blogging during prelims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those chiong-ing DNT til monday, WE WILL CHIONG TILL THE END!! YAY. JIAYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5817097472370259425?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5817097472370259425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5817097472370259425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5817097472370259425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5817097472370259425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-be-fine-i-swear-im-just-caught.html' title='I&apos;ll be fine, I swear, I&apos;m just gone beyond repair.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-1952316999877447194</id><published>2008-07-31T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:06:27.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue.</title><content type='html'>YOOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a ' er, okay. ' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer during PE. It was kind of boring. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days DODOJO and BENTAN has been kinda obsessed in singing, " I'm Yours by Jason Mraz " in class. And a few people have been asking me what is the song title. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like some songs dictionary or search engine or something. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that almost everyday after DNT and all, will go to market there and sit around with Sasori, Moyashi, Contra?? and ThirtyCents. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yesterday was playing around with my webcam. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to record myself BUT, don't know why it doesn't work in the Webcam Centre. So webcam-ed pple. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. &lt;br /&gt;I got sent out of chem prac yesterday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After I went out and I'm like shit, I knew the answer. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I went down and did DNT. =D&lt;br /&gt;Finally fixed the problem for my door. Nizam rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, I got nothing to say already. &lt;br /&gt;OHH! &lt;br /&gt;I've got to type the thing out for Ms Heng. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-1952316999877447194?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/1952316999877447194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=1952316999877447194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1952316999877447194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1952316999877447194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-what-we-aim-to-do-our-name-is-our.html' title='It&apos;s what we aim to do, our name is our virtue.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5437123062650096322</id><published>2008-07-29T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:19:33.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take everything left from me, all, to, blame.</title><content type='html'>Greetings from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a ' I don't know any words to describe ' day.&lt;br /&gt;It could be a bad day, and it could be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraised my finger while violently trying to dismantle my artefact.&lt;br /&gt;It bled. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, someone gave me a plaster, which kind of made my day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lamb chop after that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm really moving up my gear to the 2nd to 1st already.&lt;br /&gt;Making progress in POA. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I really dislike that irritating voice during the 3rd and 4th lesson today. Irritated me quite a bit. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think some things are just in my head and that I'm just too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Passing each day with a smile didn't really seem as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, really waiting forward to post O's so that I can be myself.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ,&lt;br /&gt;haircut, bags, shoes,  make-up, dresses,  clothes,  belts and something that I won't say it here. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;It is almost like an extreme make-over, if you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger really hurts now after I take the plaster out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I have to really stop being bad to people. Be nice, like Ms Heng always says. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5437123062650096322?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5437123062650096322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5437123062650096322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5437123062650096322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5437123062650096322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-everything-left-from-me-all-to.html' title='Take everything left from me, all, to, blame.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6675054846712261205</id><published>2008-07-28T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:37:31.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there, the angel from my nightmare.</title><content type='html'>It's midnight again and I'm blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for school on friday.&lt;br /&gt;Should have woken up later. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think my nemesis secretly knows my secret.&lt;br /&gt;That's why she is acting in such a way. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, some teachers are really out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;They contradict themselves. Which leaves me thinking, ' Oh really? '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, went to school on Saturday to do dnt. Met Chubby and Tach there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Was extremely late.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet at 8 but I woke up at 8. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Reached at like 9? LOL. OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after DNT, went for lunch with tach, chubby, mao and jw.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch wanted to play CS!&lt;br /&gt;But stupid jw said he didnt want. So he left first.&lt;br /&gt;So 2v2. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, mao was the winner la.&lt;br /&gt;I was second! =D&lt;br /&gt;Either chubby or tach was third. LOL. Couldn't really tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, left after 1 hr then went home to eat durians!! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 16 hours unknowingly today!!&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. How to make up for the time loss.. And I'm feeling tired already. From sleeping too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch The Mummy on Saturday. I think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gna buy the chocolat my mum bought and take pictures of environment. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. There are like loads of things in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE FOCUSED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6675054846712261205?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6675054846712261205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6675054846712261205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6675054846712261205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6675054846712261205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-there-angel-from-my-nightmare.html' title='Hello there, the angel from my nightmare.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5597533400400318041</id><published>2008-07-25T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:02:48.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know about you, but you are not alone.</title><content type='html'>Hey virtual stalkers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like close to 2am and there's still school in like, 5 hours. I don't know why am I still online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogged hopped and so, I decided to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or I really find it hard to trust pple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I have so many friends, close friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this world is full of lies. And I really cannot tell who is really true to me and who's not. Even with the people I'm hanging out with. No off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know if that person or anyone is talking bad about you behind your back. And being too nice somehow doesn't even help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all smile and act as if every one of our days are happy. And are we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you for a fact that, No. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm sounding oh-so insecure. But, I AM insecure. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I can't even find the faith in anyone I can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the mind... my brain tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isnt it already bad enough when I don't do well for my subjects and I can't express how unhappy I am about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make it sound as if my life is 100x better than yours and your life is 100x worse than mine. How is it for you to judge how good or bad my life is? You are not even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I don't also know how your life is, so I don't compare. Who likes to be compared anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you are going, ' HUH? what are you talking about? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my answer to that is, ' I don't know. Just violently pressing the buttons on the keyboard hoping I type something that hopefully makes sense to anyone of you. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, I know you are sad about your results, but look here, I'm sad too and so stop your whining and look at the pple who are worse off than you, which is ME. I'm rather upset about all my results and I'm not whining so yeah, just stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, another one. You don't know how it feels whenever you say that it's easy to do a qns that I dont know how to do. And when you say it in a tone that makes me feel so damn bloody stupid, I really wanna cry you know. But you won't get it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to blog alr.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right blogging this here, in this blog in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, read it and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life pretty much sucks now for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5597533400400318041?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5597533400400318041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5597533400400318041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5597533400400318041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5597533400400318041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-about-you-but-you-are-not.html' title='I don&apos;t know about you, but you are not alone.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6547113724125373230</id><published>2008-07-22T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:14:09.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RACIAL HARMONY DAY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>WHEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading B2's blog, decided to blog also. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's occasion was like, once in a lifetime kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; class wore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ETHNIC&lt;/span&gt; costumes! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAT THAT! XD&lt;br /&gt;My class is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wayyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; united than any of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; classes. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really unforgettable dream last night, which kind of affected me alot. =/&lt;br /&gt;Really random dream. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't ask&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4E5 rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today had history test and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt; I can pass. Hah. Tried studying last night until I fell asleep and left my comp on till morning. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I asked Izar for his ethnic costume so that Mao could wear. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Indian!&lt;/span&gt; Though I persistantly said I looked like a maid. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally sticked the base of my artefact. And my ' conveyor-belt ' WORKKKKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously happy CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Nizam&lt;/span&gt; rocks too. Hah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After DNT went to market with the so-called ' usuals ' ? LOL. As in the usual pple la. The only girl as usual. I got kind of high because of the ' orh lua ' aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oyster omelette&lt;/span&gt;. Or rather, just the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oysters&lt;/span&gt;. Heh. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;And we were like talking about all sorts of things, like what blood, celebs, etc. Really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; really &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to gossip. =/&lt;br /&gt;More than US, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can vouch for that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, was kind of pissed during the 4 periods of DnT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't really like to sit alone. BUT, got my work done, out of anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. alrighty. I think I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6547113724125373230?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6547113724125373230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6547113724125373230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6547113724125373230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6547113724125373230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title='RACIAL HARMONY DAY!!!!!!'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7891106238326666755</id><published>2008-07-15T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:03:22.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by?</title><content type='html'>Oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a GREAT time during Naz's BBQ party. &lt;br /&gt;Did loads of hilarious things. Was happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday 12/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chem remedial in the morn. &lt;br /&gt;Went home, used the comp for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Left for movie, Hellboy II : The Golden Army.&lt;br /&gt;I, being the only girl, was VERY late and oh well, made everyone miss the 4.30pm show. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Met Chubby, WL, ZJ, Aaron.. i think. At Clem MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet at 330pm but I reached at 412pm. LOL. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Bugis and bought ticks. &lt;br /&gt;Giu went home to eat and get changed while ZW joined us. &lt;br /&gt;VC decided to watch also so went to buy 1 more tick.&lt;br /&gt;Was hungry so bought burger. &lt;br /&gt;Went to arcade to waste time. Since we were watching the 7pm show. &lt;br /&gt;Walked around. Went to the cinema and waited for VC, Giu and Mao.&lt;br /&gt;Went in and watched the movie. &lt;br /&gt;blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to eat steamboat. &lt;br /&gt;Was kind of lost but eventually found our way. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Ate until like, 11++pm then left. &lt;br /&gt;Sat 175 home with chubby. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow had a 'heart-to-heart' talk. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. He's like my brother. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at like 12++am. &lt;br /&gt;Bathed, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Had chinese LC today.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad la. HAH. WL damn sad cos he thinks he lost 4 marks. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JW ACT CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7891106238326666755?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7891106238326666755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7891106238326666755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7891106238326666755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7891106238326666755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-could-fall-into-sky-do-you-think.html' title='if i could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by?'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6431018292623365128</id><published>2008-07-05T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:03:04.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy.</title><content type='html'>Hmm, feeling really calm and peaceful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be sleeping now but I don't know why I am still awake.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to a really brillant song intro-ed by lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me think alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I officially step down from choir today. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm missing choir. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediate reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices have consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in deep thought now. So, won't blog anything about my inner thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;It's too personal to be on a public blog. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say that, &lt;br /&gt;I really love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6431018292623365128?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6431018292623365128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6431018292623365128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6431018292623365128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6431018292623365128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-moves-along-and-it-trickles-down.html' title='Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4676311022140981230</id><published>2008-06-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:16:23.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly, suddenly, I don't feel so insecure anymore.</title><content type='html'>Had a close to heart talk with a couple of my close friends. Felt really good about it. It left me thinking so much about how we behave as humans. All the little bits of insignificant details could actually affect one's view on another person. That's why I've been kind of nice to people nowadays. The only thing about myself that I can't help is that, I'm rather straight-forward. So, bear with it. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have I ever said that I despise queue-cutters? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had that experience today. Felt really angered by it. &lt;br /&gt;Just want to tell people who cut queues, put yourself in the shoes of people who patiently queue up for their food and see inconsiderate people who come and cut their queue. WHICH, causes an aftereffect that is, the people who patiently queue up have NO food to eat. ESP. when these poor people who patiently queue up for their food were actually looking forward to eating BECAUSE they were, fyi, HUNGRY. I really really WISH that IF YOU haven't realised/noticed that you DO cut queues, realise it now. REGARDLESS of how HUNGRY you were, THINK about other people who are HUNGRY as well. I'm directing this part to ALL queue-cutters. Not directing to anyone in particular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUT YOURSELF IN OTHER PPLE'S SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to talk about how funny we all are. I'm sure everyone has their 'mature' side of them and it's funny to just know that no matter how 'mature' we are inside, we can't seem to behave maturely when in class. No matter what, there is definitely something that prevents us from just being who we really are. No? Well, sit back and think. I'm sure there's definitely some truth is what I'm saying right now. Okay, maybe it's just a minority of you who can behave who you really are in school and everywhere else. The point is, most of us can't. Then again, who am I to judge? So it really is up to you to think about how we all have been acting in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think school is just a waste of time. Why?&lt;br /&gt;With all the nonsense and bullshit going on, how can I study if the environment is not there? Here I am trying my very best to pay attention but around me, there are people who just want to ruin things. I'm not pushing the blame to anyone because I know I have to play my part too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look guys, the O's are just 4 months away and we really need to settle down and study. Most people don't realise how important the O levels are but I do! Without it, there's really not much of another alternative to get a job or earn money to survive in this ever-competitive country. Especially, when you come from a not so well-to-do family. I guess this is the only way to pull away from the stereotypes and be something that people will be proud of. Prove to the people who look down upon you and show them that you can do it. It's not a matter about just proving to them. In the end, the success that you have attained is yours. I mean seriously man, we have no more time to waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our future, our family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG AHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Hope you guys felt a lil motivation or something. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4676311022140981230?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4676311022140981230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4676311022140981230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4676311022140981230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4676311022140981230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/06/suddenly-suddenly-i-dont-feel-so.html' title='Suddenly, suddenly, I don&apos;t feel so insecure anymore.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7483504279379362096</id><published>2008-06-24T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:33:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't tell you, how she felt inside, she felt it everyday.</title><content type='html'>Hey all you miserable motivated for 3 days pple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This post is for AH GEOK! &lt;br /&gt;I'm the best right? right? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &amp; whoever that wants me to update. &lt;br /&gt;That movitated me a lil to blog. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging because there's simply nothing much to blog about. My whole holiday was all about DnT, DnT and more DnT. And my new found friends - MAPLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really this group of us in class, in DnT talking about maple whole day long. And somehow, we're not sick of it. =D I'm ALMOST the only girl there. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call us no-lifers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nodds head vigourously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, that's what keeps me going all these while. And, the good news is, I'm getting away from being emo. As in, really emotional - emo. Not the so-called ' trend ', which is dying down btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy human now. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what I BELIEVE I am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Khoo's workshop really kickass. Loved all the instructors. They really know how to control our emotions and feelings. Really felt motivated, though the second day was really sick and we had our crying session together. Which made my eyes all swollen. But, it was worth it, in a way, I guess. And on the third day, during the endurance part, I felt a strong sense of unity between the whole express cohort. Which made me feel really glad to be a part of it. And I cried in the first part of enduring. Ms Heng saw me cry. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when did it happen, but I'm a more confident person now. I'm more open to opinions and I talk more boldly now. If anyone of you have noticed. Well, that's what I think about myself and I think it's AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I feel that over this holiday, I've learnt alot of life values and lessons and other tiny but significant things that I have become someone who is independent and with a higher self esteem. HAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not being boastful or arrogant. I'm just being confident! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what we've learnt, If we believe we can do it, we can. If we believe we cannot do it, we can't. So why choose to believe you can't? Choose to believe you can and your success will be your happiness and achievement. Don't we all feel great when we achieve something? So yeah. Feeling really motivated now. Hah. Wrong timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I always say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the best right? Right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;DODOJO! &lt;br /&gt;Don't feel so sad okay! &lt;br /&gt;Like the chinese saying goes, " Old don't go, New don't come ".&lt;br /&gt;That was direct translation btw. =/&lt;br /&gt;Though our pictures all gone, but you didn't want it to happen so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;I know you have HIGH self esteem. =D&lt;br /&gt;SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7483504279379362096?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7483504279379362096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7483504279379362096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7483504279379362096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7483504279379362096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-couldnt-tell-you-how-she-felt-inside.html' title='I couldn&apos;t tell you, how she felt inside, she felt it everyday.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-3532995893575287091</id><published>2008-06-02T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:34:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll hold on to it, don't you ever let it pass you by</title><content type='html'>Alrighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found some time to blog. Or rather, found a chance to blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;I'm banned from the computer. Heh. Mummy confiscated my lappy. &lt;br /&gt;Now, it's BACKKKK to me.(only because I have to do my DNT research)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my new number is going to be terminated from 11pm onwards today! &lt;br /&gt;Don't miss it. I know I'm gna. =/&lt;br /&gt;People, please don't msg/call the wrong number. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, SMELLYTOFUAUNTIE! this post is especially for you! &lt;br /&gt;See, I'm so nice. You ask me to update then I update. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MYE results suck like crazy. =/&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking me about it. Just know that I failed everything 'cept EL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know anything interesting to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;Been cooped up in my own world, being emo &amp; aimless that I can't rememeber anything!&lt;br /&gt;Remedials have been o-kay for me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just really excited for my DNT. Panic too. &lt;br /&gt;I finally have an idea of what to make for my O level project. Though it may not be really original but at LEAST! =D&lt;br /&gt;Been in good spirits lately. Or rather, appear to be. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I realised that I have alot of things to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-3532995893575287091?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/3532995893575287091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=3532995893575287091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3532995893575287091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3532995893575287091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-ill-hold-on-to-it-dont-you-ever-let.html' title='And I&apos;ll hold on to it, don&apos;t you ever let it pass you by'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5566140792690632512</id><published>2008-05-14T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:03:34.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I fall in love, it would be forever.</title><content type='html'>Dear friends, foes and pple whose status are ambigious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to inform you that I have decided to keep my old number.&lt;br /&gt;And if you are wondering which number is that,&lt;br /&gt;it isn't the number which is 97362942.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it's not this, then it is the other.&lt;br /&gt;For more confirmation, approach me yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for any inconvenience caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scheduled date that 97362942 will be terminated is between May 30 to June 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the meanwhile, I hope you guys will adapt to it. &lt;br /&gt;(although its not that i recieve alot of calls/smses by you guys anws.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And three cheers for five years. &lt;br /&gt;For my old number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doomsday is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking results back. Had fun yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5566140792690632512?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5566140792690632512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5566140792690632512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5566140792690632512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5566140792690632512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-fall-in-love-it-would-be-forever.html' title='When I fall in love, it would be forever.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7705192398668833117</id><published>2008-05-04T01:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:45:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not calling for a second chance, I'm screaming at the top of my voice.</title><content type='html'>Give me reason but don't give me choice.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just surfed facebook for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;A huge pang of nostalgia hit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wished it never ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling emo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat steamboat with my mummy that day.&lt;br /&gt;DE-LI-CIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot these days. &amp;amp; acting retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself, ' Do I know what I want ? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply, ' Yes, I do. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply, ' No, I don't. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just a phase and the sort of growing up dilemma that most of us face.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the mid-years are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 whole week of endless papers. Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I find guys with hairbands hot. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bury myself in mind dementing books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/13592705-7705192398668833117?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7705192398668833117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7705192398668833117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7705192398668833117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7705192398668833117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-calling-for-second-chance-im.html' title='I&apos;m not calling for a second chance, I&apos;m screaming at the top of my voice.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-8253849101634098827</id><published>2008-05-01T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:58:28.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And not seeing that loving you, was what I was trying to do.</title><content type='html'>Dear audience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created a flash animation! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SBmUEnDzrsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fM-H0YrZiV0/s1600-h/around_the_world.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SBmUEnDzrsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fM-H0YrZiV0/s200/around_the_world.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195346452073918146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click on it to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-8253849101634098827?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/8253849101634098827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=8253849101634098827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8253849101634098827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8253849101634098827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-not-seeing-that-loving-you-was-what.html' title='And not seeing that loving you, was what I was trying to do.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SBmUEnDzrsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fM-H0YrZiV0/s72-c/around_the_world.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-8823782525800924856</id><published>2008-04-17T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:40:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That, I can live without you but, without you I'll be miserable at best.</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for not updating for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I even wonder who bothers coming. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am into classical music now.&lt;br /&gt;Composes like Marriage de Amor are simply brillant.&lt;br /&gt;They can evoke strong feelings in one, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad now. &amp;amp; relaxed in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still as crappy as ever. As in, FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' you're not worried about your exams one ah? ' says mum.&lt;br /&gt;' who says i'm not? ' thou replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a beautiful movie on Tuesday.  Shan't elaborate. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor has been showing us alot of films these days. Which is good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a visual person.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;Esp, in POA.&lt;br /&gt;ninninja106 is sitting beside in during POA. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so inspired.&lt;br /&gt;PLs after Os! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, The Mother has been giving my class attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she depicts herself as a little girl throwing tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;' how old already?! ' thou says.&lt;br /&gt;' probably in her 40s.. or maybe even 50s! ' a cry from inside my grey matter.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. This is going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball interclass competition is coming!&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they let me play. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem prac was a mess. Disaster, you can say.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up not once, but thrice.&lt;br /&gt;Damn shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Glad it wasn't Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the other side of someone today.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly not gna be so evil anymore. Karma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an exciting day. Fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Was late but was not counted late.&lt;br /&gt;We reached school at 8.55am.&lt;br /&gt;9am was considered late. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The whole event was FUN fun FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to get detention because I was late once. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mids are coming. Next week.&lt;br /&gt;Predictable results. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-8823782525800924856?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/8823782525800924856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=8823782525800924856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8823782525800924856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8823782525800924856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-i-can-live-without-you-but-without.html' title='That, I can live without you but, without you I&apos;ll be miserable at best.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6812166536722895271</id><published>2008-03-28T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:23:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And flashback on the girl, as we montage every memory.</title><content type='html'>I feel so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unjust&lt;/span&gt;! Shall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; remedial tmr! =.=&lt;br /&gt;There goes my precious saturday morning, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;only time&lt;/span&gt; when I can sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;At least it's worth it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rants&lt;/span&gt;, rants and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more rants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After Choir was complaining time. HAH. Just for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phototaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class&lt;/span&gt; phototaking was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUPER FUN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; stood on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last row&lt;/span&gt; for the informal shot. =D&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BFFs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's was for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ambassador&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4s in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; rowwww! Ahh, I feel so senior, though I don't really look like one. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before was making the props for phototaking. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I *heart shape* 4E5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the names of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cliques&lt;/span&gt; in our class.&lt;br /&gt;But what a pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chubby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; there&lt;/span&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;MIA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Credits to PEIWEN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one who painted it all. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I know how to play music using the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speakers in class&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLAST!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skipped&lt;/span&gt; 1 hour+ of choir today. HAHA. =/&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat instead.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really eat the whole day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have been happening&lt;/span&gt; these few days.&lt;br /&gt;That means days of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;monotone&lt;/span&gt; awaits.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6812166536722895271?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6812166536722895271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6812166536722895271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6812166536722895271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6812166536722895271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-flashback-on-girl-as-we-montage.html' title='And flashback on the girl, as we montage every memory.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-8665247355909864909</id><published>2008-03-23T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:17:47.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes solutions aren't so simple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AH CHUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day un-constructively.&lt;br /&gt;Is there even homework? lol.&lt;br /&gt;Or is there any test coming?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to continue. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can we expect another to keep our secret if we have been unable to keep it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;-Francois De La Rochefoucauld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree with this quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's up to you to ponder about it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-8665247355909864909?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/8665247355909864909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=8665247355909864909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8665247355909864909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8665247355909864909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-solutions-arent-so-simple.html' title='Sometimes solutions aren&apos;t so simple.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7624017363142328416</id><published>2008-03-23T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:01:56.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even know you, you won't even know I'm gone.</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me that look. Kar asked me to go. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about others but I won't convert. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'd like to sit in and listen to their sermon. =D&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along that came were Wenhao, Fred, Roy and Yongwen.&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; and xbox360 to play. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pple there were naturally nice and friendly. As expected.&lt;br /&gt;Not like &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt;. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to westmall to eat.&lt;br /&gt;MOS burger.&lt;br /&gt;YW kept talking about twits&amp;amp;ahlians and TBP.&lt;br /&gt;So we were kind of entertained, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flashback,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' surprised ' eileen with a cake after school though it was raining. still had to go and buy.&lt;br /&gt;she said even though she knew i was buying her a cake, she was still stunned when she saw the cake.&lt;br /&gt;so by that, i'm glad. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ORION&lt;/span&gt; SUSTAINED THE CHAMPION HOUSE TITLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though i didn't feel anything about it. it was like, oh we won? oh, okay. yay. hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended cousin's ever-so-grand wedding. At the Mariott.&lt;br /&gt;Delicious and remarkable food.&lt;br /&gt;Great wedding. Best one I've attended so far.&lt;br /&gt;Drank wine! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XINYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;went to EXPO for baby fair. ended up at book fair.&lt;br /&gt;bought &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; books. happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;then went to Changi Airport to eat. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I see more Singaporeans than tourists.&lt;br /&gt;really conjested with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;locals&lt;/span&gt;. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREEKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;met this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bimbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. long story. lazy.&lt;br /&gt;then went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;something happened in the MRT but lazy say. Racist also. so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. So that's almost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered to remember what else I want to blog about. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7624017363142328416?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7624017363142328416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7624017363142328416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7624017363142328416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7624017363142328416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-even-know-you-you-wont-even-know.html' title='I don&apos;t even know you, you won&apos;t even know I&apos;m gone.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-195904080057394459</id><published>2008-03-16T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:17:20.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the way, it's the way that we live.</title><content type='html'>Hello y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a fulfilling day! At least a great day to me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met DODO in the morn to cope his dSLR.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Matsuri 2008 at vivo to take pictures. I least expected to see people I know there but little did I know, I saw loads of KRgeans! Sat with them and took random pictures. Left there at around 4pm. Then went back west coast to meet DODO. Turns out we were wearing coordinated colors! HAHAHAHA. No, actually he copied me. HAHA. JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know KaiLe cosplays. =/&lt;br /&gt;and Nazree(?) and one other girl, not chuanRu. I know she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met OSHIT on the 175 bus to GReat World where everyone was supposed to meet at MACS. Disturbed OSHIT for awhile cos we thought he was wearing skinny jeans! AH BENGGG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Great World and realised we were EARLY!! Though, technically still late. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for like 2 hours before we all set off to GUILIO'S APARTMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the PENTHOUSE! OMGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;I soooooooooooooooooooooooo LOVE IT THERE CAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the pool and the scenery. AH. I love night scenes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DODO was the chef of the day.&lt;br /&gt;DEEEEEEE-LI-CIOUS! Loved the chicken wings. THANKS DUDE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun for me. I enjoyed alot. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved LYN's pictures. Keep it up man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitched a ride on pw's car with DODO &amp;amp; ahCHUA. Grabbed a 1litre SPRITE home and accompanied ahCHUA to buy newspaper at 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home at 11+pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links to that day's pictures on SHERLYN's nick. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DODO haven pass me the memory card yet. HAHA. So I don't have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;But they are noobish. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-195904080057394459?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/195904080057394459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=195904080057394459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/195904080057394459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/195904080057394459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-way-its-way-that-we-live.html' title='This is the way, it&apos;s the way that we live.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5778771769310143353</id><published>2008-03-12T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:53:06.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved you with the fire red now it's turning blue.</title><content type='html'>I feel so touched all of a sudden. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did not sleep in the afternoon today.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go cycling with them cos mummy forbids. Weather forbids too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they didn't go in the end. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel productive today.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be better. Going to start preparing. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be focused and on-task and and decisive.&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like to show my feelings. I look emotion-less but I do care okay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just shy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many sides of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5778771769310143353?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5778771769310143353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5778771769310143353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5778771769310143353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5778771769310143353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-loved-you-with-fire-red-now-its.html' title='I loved you with the fire red now it&apos;s turning blue.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-8268613475637282262</id><published>2008-03-11T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:47:40.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain to me this conspiracy against me.</title><content type='html'>Hohoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's physics test tmr and I have barely started studying. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IMM today with peiwen, kar, xinying, roy and vanna.&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen and xying went to eat at pepper lunch&lt;br /&gt;while kar, roy, vanna and myself went to LJS to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; lesbos at LJS today. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; its the first time they just met each other. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And the so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'butch'&lt;/span&gt; kept staring at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kar&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinying's going to malaysia tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-8268613475637282262?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/8268613475637282262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=8268613475637282262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8268613475637282262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8268613475637282262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/explain-to-me-this-conspiracy-against.html' title='Explain to me this conspiracy against me.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-1424778383105377152</id><published>2008-03-10T01:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:15:18.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash rules everything around me.</title><content type='html'>Went to the ZOOOO today! at 7.30am til 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;(note time now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my family! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so I did not sleep the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;Watched my show and listened to songs. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up until now. 36hours and counting.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll probably faint all of a sudden. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'll sleep after blogging. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really fascinated by the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not have a deprived childhood. =P&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don't have my dSLR yet.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of wasted cos today's ticket was free.&lt;br /&gt;Next time if wanna go must pay $16.50 unless they mistake me as a child then I can pay $8.50. XD Possible?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Orang Utans there look damn EMO.&lt;br /&gt;I think they're still grieving over Ah Meng's death. Poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next ZOOOO trip.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with my dSLR. =D&lt;br /&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/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R9QmcMVqFiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/txl3N39pQfU/s1600-h/zooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R9QmcMVqFiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/txl3N39pQfU/s200/zooooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175804137545799202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 of the many pictures I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazy to edit. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-1424778383105377152?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/1424778383105377152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=1424778383105377152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1424778383105377152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1424778383105377152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/cash-rules-everything-around-me.html' title='Cash rules everything around me.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R9QmcMVqFiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/txl3N39pQfU/s72-c/zooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-1838430500233452663</id><published>2008-03-09T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T04:35:21.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore.</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't know what am I doing up so late listening to instrumentals while rocking my head off.&lt;br /&gt;3 more hours and I'm going to the ZOO!&lt;br /&gt;Family outing! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm tired. Am I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed myself with donuts just now. YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch the local documentary made about.. coughslescoughsbianscoughs.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where the private screenings are. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a little eLearning just now. I have to agree with B1.&lt;br /&gt;Going to sch is much better than eLearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looked at Joanne Lee's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;She has a man's body. Her body is grossly muscular. =X&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go watch my show alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-1838430500233452663?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/1838430500233452663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=1838430500233452663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1838430500233452663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1838430500233452663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-yes-but-what-shame-what-shame-poor.html' title='And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom&apos;s bride is a whore.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-155238977488323593</id><published>2008-03-08T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:29:08.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leap Years &amp; L: Change The WorLd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R9JZs8VqFhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pfNgXrTadu8/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R9JZs8VqFhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pfNgXrTadu8/s200/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175297550448203282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this yesterday with 6 pple.&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen, Kar, Xinying, Roy, Yongwen and Fredrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bittersweet&lt;/span&gt; movie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Having to meet each other only once in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; years is &lt;u&gt;heartwrenching&lt;/u&gt;. With all that misunderstanding, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;applaudable&lt;/span&gt; that they got together in the end.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Vernetta Lopez has a minor &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LESBIAN&lt;/span&gt; role in the movie. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I feel that this is a movie you can afford not to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Some may feel it's a waste of money/a great date movie to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.5/5&lt;/span&gt; stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R9JZs8VqFgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7-rPhQYci24/s1600-h/Lchangetheworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R9JZs8VqFgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7-rPhQYci24/s200/Lchangetheworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175297550448203266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this yesterday with 4 pple straight after ' The Leap Years '.&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen, Kar, Xinying and Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really badly &lt;/span&gt;because I didn't know what the hell was happening.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I was just too &lt;s&gt;dumb&lt;/s&gt;. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few sudden scene which give me shocks.&lt;br /&gt;The scene where the Prof injected the virus into his body and asked K to incenerate the lab through plasma was pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goresome&lt;/span&gt;. Then, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;charred&lt;/span&gt; face appeared with his excuriating scream and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blahblah&lt;/span&gt;. That was kind of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freaky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; in the show.&lt;br /&gt;There's this little boy too. &lt;u&gt;Ultra cute&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this movie would be a good movie if you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;and your heart is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; very weak. HAHA. &lt;s&gt;What am I talking&lt;/s&gt;. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3/5&lt;/span&gt; stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-155238977488323593?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/155238977488323593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=155238977488323593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/155238977488323593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/155238977488323593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/leap-years-l-change-world.html' title='The Leap Years &amp; L: Change The WorLd.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R9JZs8VqFhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pfNgXrTadu8/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-32723292527772458</id><published>2008-03-03T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:23:17.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Spartans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R8wTUtqqZOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w2NW-J4u-As/s1600-h/meet-spartans-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R8wTUtqqZOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w2NW-J4u-As/s200/meet-spartans-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173531318518703330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yet again, another movie review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is fucking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. But also, ultra &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;. It contains &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adult Humour&lt;/span&gt;. So maybe those with innocent minds might not get the joke.&lt;br /&gt;It's a so-called cheap rip-off of the movie 300.&lt;br /&gt;There's American Idol to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;britney spears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Crocker&lt;/span&gt;! OMG. So much for a Youtube video.&lt;br /&gt;I find the imitation of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paula Abdul&lt;/span&gt; super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. I can laugh like crazy imagining it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no lunatic. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's a Spoof/Parody that pokes fun at various movies in a satirical fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;you want to have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good laugh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3/5&lt;/span&gt; Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-32723292527772458?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/32723292527772458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=32723292527772458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/32723292527772458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/32723292527772458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-spartans.html' title='Meet The Spartans'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R8wTUtqqZOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w2NW-J4u-As/s72-c/meet-spartans-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2585267772520952008</id><published>2008-02-25T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:47:33.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>told you i'll be here forever, said i'll always be a friend</title><content type='html'>What a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good turned bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness doesn't begets kindness, does it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it doesn't. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why treat someone so good when that person treats you like shit?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more mood to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2585267772520952008?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2585267772520952008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2585267772520952008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2585267772520952008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2585267772520952008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/told-you-ill-be-here-forever-said-ill.html' title='told you i&apos;ll be here forever, said i&apos;ll always be a friend'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5847464032696997007</id><published>2008-02-23T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:14:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they crawl in like a cockroach leavin' babies in my bed</title><content type='html'>Greetings from slumber land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched 2 episodes of *** * ****.&lt;br /&gt;(It's not vulgarity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTI was okay. Same few comments every year. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed class lunch today. Absolutely saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden loss of memory. STM or Dissociative amnesia, whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just too tired to think about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night's always a good time to just sit down and blog/read/write for me.&lt;br /&gt;The currents of inspirations usually start flowing during this interval of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say time pass by really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to blog about a topic with depth and content but I'm stucked with an underscore in  with a question mark my head like this, ___ ?&lt;br /&gt;It's like an abyss filled with emptiness. An empty vessel. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I do not make the most noise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I just realised I'm not making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is retarded in processing things quickly in some situations which somehow makes me rather slow and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to think.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all facing a Hobson's choice. It's either do or die. In this case, study hard or fail your Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we have a plethora of time. Then we all will not have to burden ourselves with all these studying that only surfeits our minds. The capacity we have is great enough to store all this knowledge we get everyday. But can we remember where we stored them at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brain is so complex that we can actually think! (does that sound bimbotic?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I know I'm just talking nonsense that everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to press the buttons on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5847464032696997007?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5847464032696997007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5847464032696997007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5847464032696997007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5847464032696997007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-crawl-in-like-cockroach-leavin.html' title='they crawl in like a cockroach leavin&apos; babies in my bed'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6636206989322362849</id><published>2008-02-18T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:35:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R7mW5uUDpPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sS87hPsZCrM/s1600-h/juno-poster2-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R7mW5uUDpPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sS87hPsZCrM/s200/juno-poster2-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168327965813220594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from MJ world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm not doing my D&amp;amp;T now.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm here playing online MahJong(wahjong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Tchoukball today at 6.15pm at the parade sq.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think it was better than friday's.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Cause I get to throw the ball. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I get this adrenaline out of nowhere that keeps my exhuasted body and mind awake.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder how I can survive till this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you judge someone from their demeanour?&lt;br /&gt;I guess, we'll have to see about that.&lt;br /&gt;Though most of the times, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impressions are very important, they say.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have to agree with them. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like doing D&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNO &lt;/span&gt;last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that it was a really good comedy movie.&lt;br /&gt;Though the sense of humour was really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Catch it if you can&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6636206989322362849?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6636206989322362849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6636206989322362849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6636206989322362849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6636206989322362849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/juno.html' title='JUNO'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R7mW5uUDpPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sS87hPsZCrM/s72-c/juno-poster2-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5351030606799816323</id><published>2008-02-17T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:37:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then you, just threw it away.</title><content type='html'>Greetings from outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from a kind of ennui after many days of facing D&amp;amp;T and school.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend past by pensively. Growing more melancholy every hour.&lt;br /&gt;It's a total no-lifer. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fatigue is obliterating any motivation I have to do any work now.&lt;br /&gt;The amount of work has surfeited my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do think we need more than 24-hours.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, 39-hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;15-hours to hibernate, 24-hours to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get rid of this pestiferous devil in me.&lt;br /&gt;Subdue the urge to laze around and slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I blogging anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outlet of destressing.&lt;br /&gt;Though somehow I am believed to have been suffering from desolation and depression.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat too sensitive nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self-consiousness seems to get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of feeling inferior is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wretched day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accusation isn't very pleasing, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow a little too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheem&lt;/span&gt; today. Don't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5351030606799816323?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5351030606799816323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5351030606799816323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5351030606799816323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5351030606799816323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-then-you-just-threw-it-away.html' title='and then you, just threw it away.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-8971676092293901211</id><published>2008-02-14T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:40:38.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can take your time, take my time.</title><content type='html'>Happy V.Day pple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Not a really special day to me.&lt;br /&gt;Recieved loads of goodies though.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE - I didn't touch the ball AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;         Can someone just pass me the ball? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought post-its for D&amp;amp;T and History just now.&lt;br /&gt;And lovely biscuits from ShengSiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna eat the goodies later on. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time for D&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning the midnight oil again.&lt;br /&gt;After tmr, I'm going to SLEEEEEP!&lt;br /&gt;I need loads of sleep. 15hours at least and I'M NOT GETTING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-8971676092293901211?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/8971676092293901211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=8971676092293901211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8971676092293901211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8971676092293901211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-can-take-your-time-take-my-time.html' title='You can take your time, take my time.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5211953783694424274</id><published>2008-02-14T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:59:42.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's V.Day.</title><content type='html'>Heya pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like kind of late now. School starts late tmr anyways.&lt;br /&gt;It's past 12 so it's V.Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Made V.day cards for a few pple. It's filled with LOVE okay!&lt;br /&gt;Don't anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling emo and tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause of the song I'm listening now. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did abit of D&amp;amp;T just now. Realised that there's just so much more to do.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll wake up early in the morn and do abit more. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't trust that sentence. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing so much D&amp;amp;T that I don't remember anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've got no plans for V.Day and so I've decided to go home after remedial and continue doing my D&amp;amp;T. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so loserish.&lt;br /&gt;But I have loads to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY DISTRACTIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE WORK DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, i'm on task but I'm just too lazy and I procrastinate too much to put it on paper.&lt;br /&gt;The list of things I've done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mindmap&lt;br /&gt;3quarter imageboard&lt;br /&gt;6item analysis, 4 or 9 more to go (pictures only)&lt;br /&gt;1 design situation (picture only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that very little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd. I'm so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On-task woman! On-task!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowball is going to crush me soon. OH-NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all those above are my ramblings and blabber.&lt;br /&gt;So if you actually read all of the above, CONGRATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. How random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5211953783694424274?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5211953783694424274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5211953783694424274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5211953783694424274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5211953783694424274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-vday.html' title='it&apos;s V.Day.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2372401451957421892</id><published>2008-02-13T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:47:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And oh, the promise we adored.</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, or maybe not, the title has got nothing to do with the content. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ms Heng brought us to the computer lab to create a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;That means spending more time at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curb your addiction, sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to do sit down at the table and study for the least 10mins?&lt;br /&gt;Short attention span?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much distractions all around. HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T, D&amp;amp;T, D&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;That's all in my mind everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have time for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in the afternoon today.&lt;br /&gt;School life suddenly became so tiring and monotonous that I've becomed a living zombie.&lt;br /&gt;Give us a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we just need more than 24-hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That still doesn't help, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2372401451957421892?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2372401451957421892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2372401451957421892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2372401451957421892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2372401451957421892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-oh-promise-we-adored.html' title='And oh, the promise we adored.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2958818759373934356</id><published>2008-02-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:16:02.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence.</title><content type='html'>Happy Chu Si Everyone! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty happy now because I finally can print pictures. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that my house actually has a new printer that we bought last year, un-opened. Greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like an all-in-one printer. It can fax, print and scan. Awesome! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I sound so suaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in times of need like this, I feel so saved! Really needed the printer for DNT.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, pictures and more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have to wait for Ms Goh to help me print already. =D&lt;br /&gt;Though that's one lexcuse less. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Queensway with Bestfriend today at 11am. Then went Ikea to eat and walk around. We went to AnchorPoint, Queensway, Ikea, Queensway, Ikea, and so on.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Spent a few hours there. Got home at around 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm blogging and doing my DNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a productive day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Bestfriend came to bai nian at my house at 9.30am. We ate alot and watched Death Note 2. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Since DN 3 is coming out soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much my day yesterday. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril's ' Innocence ' is a nice song! It's stucked in my head ever since Friday. I know I'm out-dated. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.Day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Any plans? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2958818759373934356?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2958818759373934356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2958818759373934356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2958818759373934356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2958818759373934356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/innocence.html' title='Innocence.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-1729966537859774332</id><published>2008-02-08T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:50:00.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R6wlY49B92I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_BQ48dawXxI/s1600-h/st-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R6wlY49B92I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_BQ48dawXxI/s200/st-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164543982222571362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chu Er Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched finish Tim Burton's latest movie, ' Sweeney Tod: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you that it is FANTASTIC?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a reason. It's absolutely filled with gore and violence. Those with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faint heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't watch it&lt;/span&gt;. The whole movie is filled with &lt;u&gt;slitting of throats&lt;/u&gt; and you can see the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; guzzing out. Bones, flesh and blood. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt; goresome. If you like goresome things, maybe you should catch it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Johnny Depp!&lt;br /&gt;He is the most awesome actor ever! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is very gothic. Like all Tim Burton's movies are. I love Tim Burton and Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to them! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy chinese new year pple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-1729966537859774332?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/1729966537859774332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=1729966537859774332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1729966537859774332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1729966537859774332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweeney-todd.html' title='Sweeney Todd.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R6wlY49B92I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_BQ48dawXxI/s72-c/st-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-9165117896326470747</id><published>2008-02-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:07:22.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster. Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my reunion dinner today. To put it short, the food sucks. Bad service too. Don't really know why we went there for the 2nd time. I guess it's because all the other restaurants were fully booked. And it was a last minute decision to eat out also. Oh well.  Didn't really make my day. I rate it 1/10 for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we took loads of pictures. Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't feel the CNY mood. It's like any other day to me. Gah, I still have like, DNT to do. And I'm seriously worrying more about my dnt than enjoying my CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's like inner problems for me. I feel so stressed out. Frustrated. Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Ms Goh said, ' Blessed are the ones who give than those who recieve ". I shall give more. Though I already feel like I'm giving alot already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that recieving is also nice. Like you give, give give then nothing comes back. Abit sad ah. And I don't recieve alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much inspriration flowing through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-9165117896326470747?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/9165117896326470747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=9165117896326470747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/9165117896326470747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/9165117896326470747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/disaster-disappointment.html' title='Disaster. Disappointment.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7164827035847658276</id><published>2008-02-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:38:21.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How adorable.</title><content type='html'>Heya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days were like, oh-so weird. I think I have pretty bad moodswings thats why. Anyways, my lil bro is ultra adorable! =D I'm so gald I have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, CNY is coming! In fact, it's CNY eve tmr! Hah. The only thing I'm looking forward to is the ANGBAOS. What else? Food? Nah. I'm like sick of it already. There's like tons and tons of DNT to do also. Got to catch up real bad. Other than that, I'm not really into anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm so so SO sick of school. The same things happen everyday that I'm so sick of it. You know, ever since Sec 4 started, I've been going to school with the ' everyday's a brand new day! ' mindset. But guess what, I'm getting tired of it already. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like so little time to study. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to try and set up my printer and buy some ink or something. So I don't need to depend on other pple to get my pictures out. It's such a waste of time waiting. I need to get things done. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 10% towards my goal already. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to critizise. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do some homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7164827035847658276?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7164827035847658276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7164827035847658276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7164827035847658276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7164827035847658276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-adorable.html' title='How adorable.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-51537954157730087</id><published>2008-01-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:53:33.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1 Week 3</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. School has been... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some highlights -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo's birthday! 12 Jan 08. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures. Lazy to talk about it. HAHA&lt;br /&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/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R5Djh59aIDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mpnCy2fjB2E/s1600-h/mojo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R5Djh59aIDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mpnCy2fjB2E/s200/mojo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156871744972791858" border=solid white 10px /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JoJo got splotted with eggs and flour.&lt;br /&gt;Cute lil girl. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R5Dkw59aIEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/088rFMrjV6A/s1600-h/mojo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R5Dkw59aIEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/088rFMrjV6A/s200/mojo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156873102182457410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Sand &amp;amp; Ria.&lt;br /&gt;Sand, Ria &amp;amp; Huimian.&lt;br /&gt;Blow candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHA. Totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Ria for the Pictures. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we're on the sixth level. Though its damn tiring climbing up the stairs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still detest the Iron-on badges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alumnis all said it's super ugly. Damn sway. Last year already and still need to iron-on the badges. Shouldn't we have some previleges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework piling like crazy. No mood to do. =X&lt;br /&gt;Brainstorming in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sitting with pw and jojo in class. I think goh is going to change our seats. HAHA. I like sitting with these 2 dodos. HAHA. Singing sessions LOADS. I'm the only one who sings the most la. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composing a song now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're progressing! End of the year is the climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's anti-climatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW HOW TO SOLVE THE RUBIKS CUBE. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the pple who loyaly visit my blog, THANKS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-51537954157730087?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/51537954157730087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=51537954157730087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/51537954157730087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/51537954157730087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/01/term-1-week-3.html' title='Term 1 Week 3'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R5Djh59aIDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mpnCy2fjB2E/s72-c/mojo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-3459864912837611136</id><published>2008-01-04T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:45:27.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid changes. How un-nescessary.</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days of school is not very good. I'm still in the holiday mood. HOHOHO. There's homework already. I'm so exhuasted. I guess I really am a night person. That's probably why I'm still so short. HAH. Just watched finish for the 100th and 1 time, ' it started with a kiss '. Really can't help it because Zhi Shu the main guy in the show is SO HANDSOME!! Don't really like the female character cos she is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, really wanna comment on all the new changes in school. It's a waste of money. The different colours and all the new paint make the school look so kiddy. Like some primary school. And the new uniform sucks like shit. The stupid iron-on crest is so effing ugly. If it was a polo tshirt I wouldn't mind but on our uniform?!!! Where's the sense of what's ugly and what's not? I would rather iron it on the collar then at the chest area. ITS SO UGLY. UGLY LIKE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if they took a survey around the school and asked whther is the collar pin better or the iron on? I bet like more then 50% of the school will agree on the collar pin. The iron-on makes us look like some primary school kids. They did a forum on it during one of the assemblys last year and we objected to it and say it was ugly but DID THEY LISTEN TO US?! NOOOO! Then what the hell is the forum for? To tell us what you have already decided and make us feel better for telling you it's ugly and hoping they you won't go ahead with the plan? I dislike all the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY THE HELL ARENT WE ON THE SIXTH LEVEL?!&lt;br /&gt;SO FREAKING UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;WE DONT GET THE SERENITY AND PEACE ON THE FIFTH LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING'S JUST SO SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-3459864912837611136?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/3459864912837611136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=3459864912837611136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3459864912837611136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3459864912837611136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-changes-how-un-nescessary.html' title='Stupid changes. How un-nescessary.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7977371866233038605</id><published>2008-01-01T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:03:43.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4E5 TIMETABLE</title><content type='html'>HEY YA PPLE. THIS IS THE TIMETABLE FOR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4E5'08&lt;/span&gt;. WHICH MEANS 3E5'07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE TIMETABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3o57Z9aICI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8ajxLZI70cQ/s1600-h/4e5timetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3o57Z9aICI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8ajxLZI70cQ/s200/4e5timetable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150492816595099682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK THE PIC TO ENLARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to lyn for sending me the timetable. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7977371866233038605?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7977371866233038605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7977371866233038605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7977371866233038605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7977371866233038605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2008/01/4e5-timetable.html' title='4E5 TIMETABLE'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3o57Z9aICI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8ajxLZI70cQ/s72-c/4e5timetable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2673535544935520371</id><published>2008-01-01T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:12:30.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dani's the bomb.</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished watching ' A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila '. Damn sad Dani didn't win. Dani's the bomb man.. Dani's a girl btw. LOL. The show's about this famous MySpace person, Tila Tequila, searching for love. The catch-on is that she is a Bisexual. So there are 16 straight males and 16 lesbians competing for their shot at love with Tila. In the end Bobbi(male) won. Sad.. Dani (female)deserves better!!! Dani's a butch. LOL. Ahh. I cried my eyes out when Dani lost. Damn sad.  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, HAPPY NEW YEAR PPLE!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I saw the super cute butch on teevee!! The one inside the link jiat gave me. LOL. She was on 我猜我猜我猜猜猜 aka I guess I guess I guess guess guess? LOL. AHHH. LOL. Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super craving for sushi now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Night Person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouamorningpersonornightpersonquiz/night.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's nothing worse than having to get up and moving early.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you probably don't hit your peak until well after the sun has set.&lt;br /&gt;So if your struggling to make it on a normal schedule, realize it's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;You just weren't meant to do anything during the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouamorningpersonornightpersonquiz/"&gt;Are You a Morning Person or Night Person?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. yeah. I wake up at 3pm. I don't know how am I going to wake up for school tmr. LOL. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Gluttony Quotient: 68%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchgluttonydoyouhavequiz/gluttony-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating is not just a hobby for you - it's your life.&lt;br /&gt;And while your friends do appreciate your good taste in food, they're a little disgusted by how fast you shovel it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchgluttonydoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Gluttony Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. That's totally trueeee.. I know some of you are like, ' yeah.. how can you eat that fast man? ' LOL. yeah. true. I also dont know how. LOL. How can anyone not love food? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Italian Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/italian-food.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting yet overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;People love you, but sometimes you're just too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? I'm too much? WTH? I'm never too much. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, lead can't be accessed pple. Somehow after the maintainence, they decieded that we can't enter it at home and that we only can enter it in school. OH well, so that means I'm not bringing any books tmr. But pple, there's chem tmr. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass me the bottle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was so anti-climatic. So much for a new year countdown. LOL. Didn't feel like a new year anyways. Drank SPARKLING JUICE. LOL. I want alcohol. =.= No kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO. I don't feel like blogging anymore. LOL. Can't remember a thing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2673535544935520371?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2673535544935520371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2673535544935520371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2673535544935520371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2673535544935520371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/12/danis-bomb.html' title='Dani&apos;s the bomb.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-1925157293517669466</id><published>2007-12-30T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:55:39.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Mary Oyster Shot</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. The title is totally random. Read it off a cookbook. LOL. I love Oysters though.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday the thirty-first of December two thousand and seven. One more day and it is 2008! OMG.. Is that fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my mum today. JUST with my mum alone. My bro's at my cousin's house while we were out. =D Had a wild wild shopping spree. Loved it. =D Tried on shoes and loads of things like never before. Shopping addiction. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to my cousin's house then I ate " breakfast " at the coffeeshop downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3favp9aH8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Zw_1YA1y7_s/s1600-h/laksaAMK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3favp9aH8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Zw_1YA1y7_s/s200/laksaAMK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149825211173576642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksa and Ice Milo.&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/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fav59aH9I/AAAAAAAAADo/Fx0esws5Mug/s1600-h/toufuAMK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fav59aH9I/AAAAAAAAADo/Fx0esws5Mug/s200/toufuAMK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149825215468543954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fried Tofuuu. It's damn nice. Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. Is that right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Anyways, I have good karma. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Good Karma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/good-karma.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you like to do the right thing when it comes to others.&lt;br /&gt;Your caring personality really shines through.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you have your moments of weakness - and occasionally act out.&lt;br /&gt;But, all in all, you're karma is good... even with those few dark spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/"&gt;How's Your Karma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am RIGHT BRAINed in LOVE. LOL. I'm saying the obvious. You can read. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Right Brained In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouarightbrainedorleftbrainedwomaninlovequiz/right.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bit of a drama queen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker, first to end a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at thinking up creative dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tend to fall in love and get hurt easily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with your gut instead of your head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empathetic and caring, sometimes to a fault&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at recognizing patterns in relationships&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love many times, perhaps too many to count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildly passionate and intense when falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous with relationships, going with the flow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly visual - can play back past dates like movies in your mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses, love poems, and stuffed animals are a good start to winning your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouarightbrainedorleftbrainedwomaninlovequiz/"&gt;Are You a Right Brained or Left Brained Woman in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about some parts cause I've never really been madly in love. Or have I? The Green TEXT are the ones I think is right and the rest are not so right. LOL. I'm not sure about the ' Good at thinking up creative dates ' and ' Wildly passionate and intense when falling in love '.. I'm like kind of boring. Or maybe I'm just SHY. LOL!!! I'm an introvert okay. Who don't believe that? TAG and say, ' I DONT BELIEVE!! '. If no one tag then I'm really an introvert. But I know sometimes I'm like noisy and irritating cause I keep singing in class. LOL. I'm living my dream. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, back to what happened today. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so after that, we went to AMKHub to take MRT to DhobyGAWD. LOL. Went to The CATHAY and walked around. Found this tiny shop which I think ROCKS ALOT. Maybe gna buy a DRESS there or something. HAHA. Don't get shocked. I know it's kind of impossible imagining me wearing a dress. I don't even like wearing a skirt. Skirts make my thighs look huge. To me. My cousin's wedding is coming, you see. LOL. Nothing much at Cathay so we moved on to PLaza Sing. Shopped alotttt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, ate at the HOT DOG FACTORY at the basement of The Cathay. It's yummy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fgKp9aH-I/AAAAAAAAADw/0py2-bugu5c/s1600-h/bolognaisecHDF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fgKp9aH-I/AAAAAAAAADw/0py2-bugu5c/s200/bolognaisecHDF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149831172588183522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Beef Bolognaise Chicken HotDog. One of their Signatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL. The effect of the picture is weird. LOL. I was lazy so I anyhow-ed. Ooops. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bought loads of things. Saw this pair of boots at Charles &amp;amp; Keith. 69bucks. Wanted to buy but they didnt have my size. So was super sad. It's cheaper than the one at Zara. Zara's 89bucks. AHH! But in the end, got a black long sleeved shirt. LOL. And I want a cap. Saw one at Samuel&amp;amp;Kevin. Wanted to get it but mum needed to go to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, talking about restroom. Was at the restroom waiting for my mum at AMKHub. So while my mum was in the cubicle, I stood at the end of the restroom. Then I noticed the super blur look people have when they walk in and wonder which cubicle is empty. LOL. So I becamed a Toilet Director. LOL. I direct pple to the cubicle. LOL. One lady even asked me ' Is there one with seats? ' LOL. Cause I directed her to a squat one. But seriously, I didn't know. So I anyhow point then lucky enough, it was the seating one. LOL. I think the govt should implant cubicle directors in toilets for blur pple. And there will be more jobs in Singapore. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WHITE WINE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That was random. Ohoh, then it was DINNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Hot Tomato Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fk4p9aH_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yga1SxzLq7U/s1600-h/soupHTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fk4p9aH_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yga1SxzLq7U/s200/soupHTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149836360908677106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomato Soup with Garlic Bread.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fk5Z9aIAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MPIggXyqKcc/s1600-h/seafoodHTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fk5Z9aIAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MPIggXyqKcc/s200/seafoodHTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149836373793579010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baked seafood thing. LOL. Forgot the name. I ate this.&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/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fk5p9aIBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/w9cW7zhAiqA/s1600-h/salmonHTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3fk5p9aIBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/w9cW7zhAiqA/s200/salmonHTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149836378088546322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salmon thing. LOL. My mum ate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was 3.5/5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;Tabasco does wonders to food.   Prices are quite reasonable. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It cost us $24.95.&lt;br /&gt;It was abit salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this long sleeved at Dorathy Perkins? I forgot the name. Don't have my size. Super sad. Turqiose? AHH. My spelling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the bad bad language. Holidays make me stupid. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 11pm. LOL. And now I'm tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.44am now. Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh and LEAD.com.sg is down for maintanece on the 30th to 31st of Dec. So if you want to see the timetable, go on New Year's Day. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's Eve Everyone. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! That's about all. More pictures in the next post. Old pictures. This post is ultra long. LOL. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&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/13592705-1925157293517669466?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/1925157293517669466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=1925157293517669466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1925157293517669466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1925157293517669466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/12/bloody-mary-oyster-shot.html' title='Bloody Mary Oyster Shot'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3favp9aH8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Zw_1YA1y7_s/s72-c/laksaAMK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2221114767663772363</id><published>2007-12-29T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:24:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid guy.</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go out today as planned. Slept the whole day. LOL! I need to replenish myself. Hah! Watch a movie today. The same one I watch on Thursday. =X At home. Then fell asleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this stupid cheeeena guy cleaner downstairs at the market and he is so unprofessional and rude. The soup from the bowls he was clearing spilled on me. I was super pissed can. Wanted to scold him but in the end my mum scolded him for me. LOL. Really, you should go and see how he clear the bowls. All of them spills everywhere. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 66% Indie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howindieareyouquiz/indie-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howindieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Indie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm a very indie person? LOL. I look down a little on people who strive to be normal? What's normal btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourbrainquiz/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is purple? But seriously, my dreams are kind of weird. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kind of online the whole day waiting for people to talk to me and only 2 pple talked to me. HOW SAD. I don't really like to initiate conversations because I don't know whether you wanna talk to me or not. LOL. Sometimes I just don't care. So pple, talk to me yeah? LOL. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I will put up pictures.. but I'm so lazy to upload them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT POST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY!&lt;br /&gt;Not gna procrastinate. LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2221114767663772363?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2221114767663772363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2221114767663772363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2221114767663772363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2221114767663772363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/12/stupid-guy.html' title='Stupid guy.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-8096257693143308660</id><published>2007-12-28T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:01:46.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day of Christmas.</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 4th day! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my mum and bro to paragon. Shopped there for awhile. Then ate at The Soup Spoon. My fav - Mushroom Soup. Didn't manage to take a picture cause was hungry. LOL. Then went to Heeren. Walked around then waited for my dad. Went to Pastamania for dinner. VONGOLE! LOL. Then we went to centrepoint's robinson to shop. My dad got the stuffs that he wanted. It's time to pamper himself. =D That's pretty much what happened today. Got home at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. It's up to you to believe that. It's only true if I love you. LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a terrrible dream last night. I dreamt that there was a HUGE HUGE lizard on my bed with it's mouth open wide BESIDE ME!! And it fell on the floor with a loud THUD! DIGUSTING. I thought it was real. Freaked the hell out of me. I also remembered that I dreamt of The EYE. You know the thing climbing out of the TV? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, or MOST of the times, when I'm out with my mum, I'm the one pushing the pram around and when she is away like the toilet, I will push my brother around the mall and the looks people give me are very insulting. But I've learnt to cope with it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good hair day today. =D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's wasn't that great. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I've been out this whole week. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TIMETABLE'S OUT PPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though school starts at 8.15am on THURSDAY. Ends late too. =.=&lt;br /&gt;More time to sleep. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a ABOUT ME post.&lt;br /&gt;You can find it at the side. Below my picture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's fairly detailed. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to add more but.. someone said I was MADDDD.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG PLEASE PPLE. IF YOU ARE READING.&lt;br /&gt;I like to know that people are reading. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be pictures in the next post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-8096257693143308660?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/8096257693143308660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=8096257693143308660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8096257693143308660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/8096257693143308660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/12/4th-day-of-christmas.html' title='4th day of Christmas.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5205504440074450047</id><published>2007-12-28T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T03:07:18.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five minutes to sleep.</title><content type='html'>Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm bored now. AGAIN. I'm always bored somehow. Even if I'm doing something, I'm still bored. And hungry too. Vongole....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this. *points down* And .. it's quite true. I daydream alot. Whenever when people are talking directly to me. Like, eg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken : Hey do you know I just saw this man and he .. *words start to go blur* blahblahblah blehbleh hehheh ohoh lalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh? Ohhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my standard reaction. LOL. Most of you would have noticed by now. I AM listening but I don't really know what you are talking about. I DO listen and know what you are saying at times but I still give the same reaction. LOL. Which actually pisses people off. I'm not actually asking you to repeat whatever you said. If you give me enough time after the ' Huh? ' I will think about what you said and say ' Ohhhh... '. Get what I mean? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, a MERMAID? LOL. Even though what they say is true.. but.. MERMAID? Anyways I'll let this go because the MERMAID is green. HAH. My absolute love. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like green but not to the extend to where every single thing must be green. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is flakier btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I think my vocals suck pretty much. Bleh. Influx me with new songs people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone crashed on me. I'm super sad. K800i. It's been with me for more than a year and it just had a heart attack and died on me. In my hands. I'm mourned for it for days. Prepared a mini funeral gathering with my stuffs toys and mourned for it. Had a little burial. I buried in underneath this little tree which I drew when I was bored. I hope it rests in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, that's crap. My phone did crash though.. But I didn't repair it. So it's corpse is just lying there untouched. Now using the phone I used in Sec 1. And it sucks big time. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this voice in my head that keeps telling me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;But eating before sleep is BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;It says, ' Go on, open the fridge now.. there's yummy food. Ohhh.. how delicious.. Come on, I know you want it. Don't bluff yourself. It's so yummy.. oh myyy... '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you stupid voice.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make me fat right?&lt;br /&gt;Short and fat right?&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. That was just bullshit. I'm really bored. YAY. Going out later with my mum. Then meet up with my dad and do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez, I haven put on the covers for my bed yet. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:white;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 76% Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may not be completely emo, you have a sensitive, deep, troubled soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. So I'm almost EMO. XD HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here are pictures of my bro. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Bored to death so I started editing them. LOL. 2 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3PtcJ9aH6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fa7orY2F4wI/s1600-h/boyboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3PtcJ9aH6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fa7orY2F4wI/s200/boyboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148719866980212642" 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/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3PtcJ9aH7I/AAAAAAAAADY/PhQbAZf1qnQ/s1600-h/boyjunc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3PtcJ9aH7I/AAAAAAAAADY/PhQbAZf1qnQ/s200/boyjunc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148719866980212658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It says ' Food Junction '. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw this bus which had the converse ad on it and I thought it was cool. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I need a camera!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really put up a wishlist. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Good night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&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/13592705-5205504440074450047?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5205504440074450047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5205504440074450047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5205504440074450047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5205504440074450047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/12/five-minutes-to-sleep.html' title='Five minutes to sleep.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3PtcJ9aH6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fa7orY2F4wI/s72-c/boyboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-6014215169078100006</id><published>2007-12-27T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:31:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Day of Christmas.</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry 3rd day of Christmas. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Decided to blog because I have changed my blogskin. It's kind of stupid and rather random. Addicted to the song ' Apologize '. LOL. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is ' Finally, an update! ' going thru your mind? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done my homework.. but I will do it! Sometime..&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch ' I am Legend ' today. Not bad. It's kind of cliche actually. You know like, the whole world got infected and there's only one man left? LOL. Yeah. But I got shocked alot of times. LOL. You know when they suddenly have loud noises? BOOM! Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;And I actually cried when the dog died. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Audris. LOL. She was kind of shocked to see me. LOL. Like yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had nice chats with R and K for the past few days. RSK chat! =D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the own problems right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I just feel that one should not take things too seriously and expect too much from others. Unless you wanna achieve the goal of being EMO your whole life. Well, I am EMO. It's when I'm alone and thinking deep. In fact, I think everyone's EMO. I mean, if you have no EMOtions then why are you even alive man. It's all about the giving man. It's all in the mind people. All in the mind. Ah, I'm contradicting myself again. Don't really feel good these days. But hey, it's SEC 4 after tuesday. And kind of looking forward. At least I will get money and have something to do. Don't you think it's kind of funny when there's homework to do and yet, I'm bored with nothing to do and I say I have nothing to do when there's homework? LOL. How contradicting. Everyone contradicts, dont they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realise how important Ms Wong is. Ahh. I don't want the Tangs to leave. Hah, you know, Mr&amp;amp;Mrs Tang? My POA is gna die man. And PJ? OMGAWD. Totally hate her. Stucked up bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm rascist. Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;And I have a teeny phobia for men. ESP. old men. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wanna jam.&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for a photoshoot guys. And let's produce an album. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what am I thinking. Studies, studies.&lt;br /&gt;And seriously looking forward to after Os.&lt;br /&gt;Many things to do. Don't you look forward for it too? XD&lt;br /&gt;I promised Logan that we'll perform after Os. HAH. Actually we're supposed to perform this hols but I can't make it. We get paid too. XD National day! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand how did I spend all my money in 1 month. I feel ultra stupid. Zzz.. And I'm not getting any angbao anymore. Dammit. Super-saver year. 2008. Goal is 500 at the end of the year. I know it's super low but.. it's doable. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;And I DON'T HAVE AN ALLOWANCE RISE!! BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O4o59aH2I/AAAAAAAAACw/C25BrIdTbos/s1600-h/appetizerhb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O4o59aH2I/AAAAAAAAACw/C25BrIdTbos/s200/appetizerhb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148661811907272546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Appetizer at Hogs Breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O7LJ9aH4I/AAAAAAAAADA/jvQxPZ2MC-k/s1600-h/maincoursehb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O7LJ9aH4I/AAAAAAAAADA/jvQxPZ2MC-k/s200/maincoursehb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148664599341047682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main Course. LOL. I was too hungry that I took a bite first. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O7LJ9aH5I/AAAAAAAAADI/V21GucIz4eo/s1600-h/deserthb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O7LJ9aH5I/AAAAAAAAADI/V21GucIz4eo/s200/deserthb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148664599341047698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dessert! Loved the VANILA ice cream. =.= vanila, vanila or vanila? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O4pZ9aH3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9diFH6FXCcE/s1600-h/boyhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O4pZ9aH3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9diFH6FXCcE/s200/boyhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148661820497207154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To end it off, my lil bro with the fedora. Had a hard time taking the picture cause he keeps taking it off. How sauve. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for pastamania's vongole.&lt;br /&gt;That's my current favourite food. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-6014215169078100006?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/6014215169078100006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=6014215169078100006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6014215169078100006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/6014215169078100006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/12/third-day-of-christmas.html' title='Third Day of Christmas.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/R3O4o59aH2I/AAAAAAAAACw/C25BrIdTbos/s72-c/appetizerhb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2469349486674250081</id><published>2007-12-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:35:19.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! '07</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, just a post before christmas ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of a peaceful christmas. Stayed at home until 6 then went out for dinner at vivo!&lt;br /&gt;After awhile at Toys 'r' us, with my family(dad, mum, bro), we went to dine at Hogs Breath. Super goood. Loved it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be posted later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog deeper next time. Time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tmr's the anniversary for the Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;1 min of silence yeahs. Respect the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2469349486674250081?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2469349486674250081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2469349486674250081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2469349486674250081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2469349486674250081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-07.html' title='Merry Christmas! &apos;07'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-4668485759755256414</id><published>2007-11-20T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:26:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN!</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOO everyoneee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back to blog because I wanted to blog after I changed my blogskin. XD&lt;br /&gt;Well, life have been quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few major ups and downs here and there, but it's quite normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sentosa on SATURDAY 17nov07 for LIME SONIC BANG!&lt;br /&gt;Met lyn at clementi at ard 5.15pm then off we go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a suaku but BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there till 11plusplus then headed home with lyn and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;Met my cousin at vivo and we went home together. =D&lt;br /&gt;She came to stay over.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at like midnight plus.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, LSB was not bad. Loved Plainsunset. The local music scene is obviously growing and kudos to all the performers, I think the whole show was great. Though lyn and I don't really know the lyrics for the songs. So it appeared kind of sian. HAH! yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch movie with peiwen, kar, gerri yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Watched BRATZ.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh I got nothing to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-4668485759755256414?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/4668485759755256414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=4668485759755256414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4668485759755256414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/4668485759755256414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-skin.html' title='NEW SKIN!'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5500333622519285865</id><published>2007-09-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:25:50.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something's COMING!</title><content type='html'>YOYOYOYO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that sounded retarded. HMMM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you getting me something, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONTTTTT!!!! BUY FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;e.g. SWEEEETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweets would just melt in my house cause I won't eat them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite a sentimental person so I will keep whatever you give me.&lt;br /&gt;No point giving me sweets.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's not my birthday, I don't mind sweets! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5500333622519285865?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5500333622519285865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5500333622519285865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5500333622519285865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5500333622519285865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/09/somethings-coming.html' title='something&apos;s COMING!'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-406369211765712770</id><published>2007-08-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:39:20.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been online for weeks I think.&lt;br /&gt;Just didn't feel like coming online cos there's really nothing much to do online.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that everything's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we even bother doing things that are stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in a terrible mood because everything's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just plain STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-406369211765712770?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/406369211765712770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=406369211765712770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/406369211765712770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/406369211765712770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/08/blahhhhhhh.html' title='blahhhhhhh'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-3466164578499147139</id><published>2007-07-08T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:55:02.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch TRANSFORMERS todayyyyy~ with my beloved and chubbyyyyy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so first met them at opp. market bus stop at 1.30pm and I was just a min or so late and they were like, ' dont know who ar, blahblahblah.. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went up bus 30 and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved realised that she lost her wallet. =.=&lt;br /&gt;So we alighted at the Pasta restaurant and walked all the way to the prata shop there the bus terminal to ask about her wallet. Then the bus uncles there were like saying that 189 is SMRT's and not SBS so they cannot help. But one uncle very nice, he gave us the number to the Bukit Batok interchange for Lost and Found. In the end, Beloved asked her aunt to help go Bukit Batok to help her find. Yeah, so we walked back to the Pasta Restaurant to take bus to VIVOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. The uncle very nice, digged his bag to help us change money cos we no money to take bus. XD (My ezlink ran out of money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Beloved was like quite moody during the ride so we just listened to my mp3 and chubby was playing his gameboy.. Then reached, so we walked the underpass to vivo. Reached the cinema, alot of pple so we queued up and like, all the shows like sold out. -.- so we bought the 5.35pm show.. 3rd row. -.- Then QAD's aunt came to call to tell her that her wallet was found. Damn relieved. Anyways, so we had like few hours to spare.. So we walked around then bought BURGERKING! Then went to the top to eat.. Then after eating, we walked around and wasted time. Then we went to play at TOYSRUS! HAHA! Skateboarded. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rushed to the cinema cause it was like 5.32pm.. Then bought a drink and we all share. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, during the show,  QAD was damn cold so we kinda shared  a jacket. &lt;br /&gt;The show lasted 2Hrs30mins. So it was 8+pm when it ended.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went to walk around, so decided to eat, then we went to ljs cos I don't know why. Chubby paid. XD So brought the food up again and ate there. Then some things happened, lazy to elaborate. Then after that, we went to top up my ezlink cause no money. We ran here and there like crazy pple. LOL. then we went up to take bus. At 9++pm. Bus ride was nice towards the end. HAH. Yeah. Met my mum at the bus stop cos she was hailing a cab for my grandma. Talked with QAD on the phone while she and chubby was waiting for the bus. Then I realised I left my umbrella at the cinema!! Sian diao. So anyways, reached home at about 10+pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, asked 3 pple out to go see cosplay with me at ngee ann, raye, huimian and chubby. Overall was okay. Met ruth and her friend. Hah! so cool. Anyways, after the event, we went to taka then raye had to leave, then after that huimian had to leave so it was just chubby and I. My mum didnt want to come to meet me cos she was waiting for her ou xiang to come, which was Mr Lee Kwan Yew. So anyways, we walked around for like half an hour then blah, my mum came, chubby left then we went to eat dinner, couldnt find anywhere to eat, went to eat at some deserted sushi shop, price damn ex, food not good, took 1 plate, paid, left. yeah, so we just went off la. thats about all. Lazy to elaborate. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-3466164578499147139?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/3466164578499147139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=3466164578499147139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3466164578499147139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/3466164578499147139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='TRANSFORMERS'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-345741454468326539</id><published>2007-07-06T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:52:18.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me wonder</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this week was okay.. more to the good side I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to elaborate on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed sitting arrangement, don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SITTING INFRONT!! I DON'T WANT TO SIT BEHINDDDDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting with Zhi wei and Affandi.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid now. I fear a pending cough is coming~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to sumo house to eat with ahchua and EILEEENNN!! qing ai de! XD&lt;br /&gt;on.. wed? or something. forgot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday also. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like crazy while walking home. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched ' Spider Lilies ' yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! Takeko is LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;She looks so hot with specs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL DARE TO hmm. yeah. ON MONDAYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I TRYYYY~ LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-345741454468326539?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/345741454468326539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=345741454468326539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/345741454468326539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/345741454468326539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/07/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes me wonder'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-159381791454438430</id><published>2007-07-02T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:40:06.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAZ's bitrthday!!</title><content type='html'>YO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, went for Naz's birthday party on Saturday at EAST COAST PARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there with lyn and we were the first to reach.&lt;br /&gt;Met naz and fadd at the mac toilet then they asked us to help them carry things to the bbq place. the pail of water damn heavy and have to walk damn far my arms were almost breaking. Then we walked back to macs cause lyn was thirsty and I was hungry. Ate at macs then we walked back. Found billy and chubby there with naz and fadd. then we just lamed around. then after awhile, wenhao, ria, jo and tach came. then ria, jo, lyn and myself went to the beach to play and talk to the angmoh with a doggy called winnie. XD then message in a bottle. blahblha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we just sat around. then peiwen they all came.. then can't really remember.. took loads of pictures.. then went to walk all the way to duno where then sat at the big rock there then they acted les and took pictures then we walked back and it was dark already then we ate abit then slacked around or something, took pictures then pple start leaving already then left me, lyn, jo, ria, johan, chubby, billy, vanna, naz, fadd, brod, wenhao.. did i leave anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, then we just lamed around, took pictures with naz, then we left. we walked to seven eleven then johan they all bought ginger beer, i tried, but didnt really like it cos it has ginger taste.. DUHHH.. ginger beer. LOL. then past by the pub heard some band singing then like so cool lidat, i also want . LOL. then we all went to sit at macs there cos fadd wanted to go toilet and she dont want to go the macs one which was only few steps away then she went to a farfaraway one. then johan went to escort jo and ria to the bus stop cos they had to leave so the rest of us waited for them. we waited for like damn long.. 45mins? or more? 10 plus already. then they came back then we walked to the bus stop farfaraway to take 196 to drop behind ginza. then the ride was super long we reached at about 11plus.. so the pple who alighted were me, johan, naz, fadd and vanna. brod alighted at bukit merah or something, then lyn, chubby and billy sat on to clementi central or something. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the few of us walked slowly? back home or something. then they wanted to go seven eleven but i didnt join them cos my father came to fetch me. he scared got banglah come. LOL. but he see johan so tall then he was like, u never tell me ur friends so tall then i dont need to come down. LOL. hahahaha. okay. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reached home at 12 midnight then sat around and bathed. then slept at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then next day woke up at 1010am then left house to meet naz, lyn, lili and chubby to go to tpy to support our school! ahaha.. the ride was damn long then finally reached. then blahblah.. then i just sat around the stall and rotted then they needed stuffs so chubby and i went to buy. then run here run there then lidat. yeah. then lili, lyn, chubby and i left for cineleisure cos they wanted to take neoprints. LOL. then before i left, i remembered that peiwen gave me some coupon so i used to to buy all the roses they had and give it to them and in return i got a balloon flower from brod. haha! then we reached cine  then took neoprints. but it kinda sucked cos we didnt know what to pose and stuffs. LOL. yeah. then lili left after that so lyn, chubby and i went to clarke quay to eat ramennnn~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramen rocked then we went to walk around and window shopped then we went to buy yummy mini dounts then we sat mrt home. then chubby accompanied me to wait for my bus then went home. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then reached home at 8pm just in time to watch harry potter! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i rotted the whole day at home. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-159381791454438430?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/159381791454438430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=159381791454438430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/159381791454438430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/159381791454438430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/07/nazs-bitrthday.html' title='NAZ&apos;s bitrthday!!'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2203755528765036890</id><published>2007-06-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:14:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPPPP~</title><content type='html'>HELLOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;Been really lazy these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Playing maple, and don't know doing what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ahem, popular demands, I am going to really blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hears applause from afar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Day 1 :&lt;br /&gt;Found out that I'm in group 8.&lt;br /&gt;Really happy that most of the 2E4'06 pple wore the class tee.&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciated. (:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it was I who asked everyone to wear. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We assembled in our groups.&lt;br /&gt;Huimian, Jo and Cheryl Choy's in my group!&lt;br /&gt;Our trainer is PING WEI!&lt;br /&gt;Blah, then we went to put our stuffs in the dorm then we all went for our ROPE activities!&lt;br /&gt;First we had Flying Fox!&lt;br /&gt;Was the trolley party. LOL. " RUNWAY CLEAR! "&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I was like too short for it la. While standing on the platform before I fly down, I need to tiptoe. LOL. And I keep WHOAAAA.. and nearly drop off if without the thing holding me. LOL. Finally, I went " WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! " down. LOL! It was fun but not the VERY fun kind of fun. Then next was abseiling.&lt;br /&gt;I was the sporter for the girls. So was the last one to go down. Was fun la. Like ZOOOOOM down. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Next was the rope obstacles or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;Was cheering on everyone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Com'on! You can do it! Your almost there! Just one more to go! blahblah..&lt;br /&gt;Didn't catch the thing cos the helmet want to drop off. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was ROCKCLIMBING!&lt;br /&gt;I completed it! YAY! The right hand side one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And cheering everyone as usual. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Go Farhan~ LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I forgot what did we do already.&lt;br /&gt;Then at night got the blind man thing.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUNNN!&lt;br /&gt;I was a COWWWWW~&lt;br /&gt;MOOOO.. MOOOO.. MOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;Found the other COWS except for firhin the lost cow. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah. We need to change dorm then got some quarrels or something then blahblah. Then in the end just lidat la. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep cause got blocked nose and I was terrified of the stupid lizards making the noises. LOL. In the end slept la. For maybe 2 hours lidat. estimate. No watch. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2 :&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 6am by the noises of the other people.&lt;br /&gt;I see alot of people wearing sweaters or whatever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was cold. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously and honestly, the weather at night, the cold one, is the same as my house's at night. But I think my house's one is colder. That's why I didn't really feel cold. LOL. Then changed and blah then we need to do jumping jacks and HO HUM, my slipper was broken and it was so damn hard to do the jumping jacks. I had to like stop every now and then to wear my slipper back. LOL. got masking tape from PING WEI! and kind of fixed my slipper. LOL. I have the coolest slipper on earth. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was WATER ACTIVITIES!&lt;br /&gt;First we had to sit thru the VERY boring knots thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to built our raft.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was bloody hot.&lt;br /&gt;Our raft was like shit.&lt;br /&gt;And damn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Wore the PFD and carried the stupid raft.&lt;br /&gt;Our raft broke loose.&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz fell on Huimian.&lt;br /&gt;Then we carried it back.&lt;br /&gt;Dismantled the raft.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the back for our kayaking briefing.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we needed to be paired up.&lt;br /&gt;I got paired up with... JOHAN!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. the extremes.&lt;br /&gt;One so short and one so tall. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then off we go to kayak!&lt;br /&gt;We reached there first.&lt;br /&gt;Then we needed to stack ourselves.. what izzit called?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Like in one line.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Then we need to transfer ourselves to another boat.&lt;br /&gt;I was like crawling from boat to boat. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we rowed around the line but was like tiring so I.. heh, let Johan do all the work. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we need to stand up in a line on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;So the back row stand up first and sang twinkle twinkle star.&lt;br /&gt;Then the front row, with me included, stood up and sang mary had a little lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Then now it was both rows needed to stand and sing a song.&lt;br /&gt;Before we started singing, I think Charles cannot balance then he fall and pull Douglas and Douglas pulled me and we all fell into the water. =.= I was holding on the the capsized boat and firhin came and pull me from the back by the PFD and it was damn uncomfortable so I held on to the back of their boat then the trainer pulled me up my boat. LOL. Actually I think Johan should go up first then me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that was CAPSIZING TIME!&lt;br /&gt;Johan and I paired up with Brodrick's and Fatin's boat.&lt;br /&gt;They capsized first then we rescued them.&lt;br /&gt;Fatin was damn scared and was like screaming away or something. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our turn next.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that it was actually quite easy to swim. LOL. So I got up first then Johan and by that time we need to go back to shore already. Then got scolded by the trainer because someone capsized the trainer. And both boats capsized no one to rescue and blah.&lt;br /&gt;Then carried the boat back but halfway my arm want to break already so the trainer help me carry. LOL. Then we went back and bathed. I just rinsed and wash my hair. Then we went for lunch then we have some games thing and cheer thing then we went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ I'm too lazy to blog more so I'll end here and if I feel like blogging I'll continue. XD ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2203755528765036890?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2203755528765036890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2203755528765036890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2203755528765036890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2203755528765036890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/06/campppp.html' title='CAMPPPP~'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7385408577091780738</id><published>2007-06-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:54:07.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to camp!</title><content type='html'>YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, like the title says, ' Off to camp! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Sec 3 camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days and 2 nights at Changi Adventure Coast Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag is as fat as Santa Clause. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-7385408577091780738?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/7385408577091780738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=7385408577091780738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7385408577091780738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/7385408577091780738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/06/off-to-camp.html' title='Off to camp!'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5825868273106500129</id><published>2007-06-15T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:09:43.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMMIN! XD</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, apparently Lyn and I are blogging at the same time! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, went jammin today with Lyn, Johan, Fido, and 3 other guys. LOL. I don't know their names, at JE. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was the vocalist of the day and I think I sucked. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't hear myself cos the drums and guitars were too loud.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you I was screaming/shouting my lungs out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I went out of tune like alot of times cos I went too high. And I forgot the lyrics and I don't know where to start and at the start, I was friggin' nervous. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So my best song was ' The River' by Good Charlotte, to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I only learnt that song the night before. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala.. I bet Lyn was like bored to death sitting there and almost deaf. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go jammin again? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, overall was okay to me but it was quite a disaster for the recording.&lt;br /&gt;The drums drowned everything though occasionally I could hear my voice. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.. I think that jammin can and will definitely boost up my confidence level and that's good!&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool experience for me and I would like to go again! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, that sounded like a feedback form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so after that, we went to KFC to slack for awhile, then the other guys wanted to to the library to just sit around and Johan wanted to go home cos he doesn't want to sit around. So I suggested watching movie then there we are, Johan, Lyn and I, watching the Fantastic Four. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was nice and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna watch Ocean's Thirteen? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5825868273106500129?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5825868273106500129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5825868273106500129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5825868273106500129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5825868273106500129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/06/jammin-xd.html' title='JAMMIN! XD'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-2992034868742935195</id><published>2007-06-11T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:17:49.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Stadium's Last Day</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesterday was the last day of the National Staduim and I was there.&lt;br /&gt;Took loads of pictures. So lets just let the pictures speak. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0Sofpk66I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dJGUEJxt4aM/s1600-h/ferriswheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0Sofpk66I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dJGUEJxt4aM/s200/ferriswheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074732842016369570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took this on the bus. The Ferris Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0Sovpk67I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vdmy2IUtCv0/s1600-h/ferriswheel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0Sovpk67I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vdmy2IUtCv0/s200/ferriswheel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074732846311336882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0Sovpk68I/AAAAAAAAAAw/SXAMxH37R2I/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0Sovpk68I/AAAAAAAAAAw/SXAMxH37R2I/s200/road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074732846311336898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0So_pk69I/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RdxlkziCCk/s1600-h/steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0So_pk69I/AAAAAAAAAA4/6RdxlkziCCk/s200/steps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074732850606304210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steps to the National Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0SpPpk6-I/AAAAAAAAABA/C3zhcyAU8Ek/s1600-h/stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0SpPpk6-I/AAAAAAAAABA/C3zhcyAU8Ek/s200/stadium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074732854901271522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The National Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WHPpk6_I/AAAAAAAAABI/Hn_-MwAWZAE/s1600-h/seats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WHPpk6_I/AAAAAAAAABI/Hn_-MwAWZAE/s200/seats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074736668832230386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The VIP seats. The Ones where Ministers sit during NDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WHfpk7AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pavN2nuObLc/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WHfpk7AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pavN2nuObLc/s200/sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074736673127197698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sky. The Clouds were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WHvpk7BI/AAAAAAAAABY/tOCAh_A5Ip8/s1600-h/mememe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WHvpk7BI/AAAAAAAAABY/tOCAh_A5Ip8/s200/mememe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074736677422165010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME! LOL. Just to show that I was there. XD CAMWHORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WH_pk7CI/AAAAAAAAABg/g4B8sJruNe8/s1600-h/stasky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WH_pk7CI/AAAAAAAAABg/g4B8sJruNe8/s200/stasky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074736681717132322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The sky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WIPpk7DI/AAAAAAAAABo/4tk5zjk3cBA/s1600-h/redvsblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0WIPpk7DI/AAAAAAAAABo/4tk5zjk3cBA/s200/redvsblue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074736686012099634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Red is the MPs playing and the Blues are celebrities. XD&lt;br /&gt;The celebrities won. The MPs were very cute playing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2Ppk7EI/AAAAAAAAABw/0fe_znDk78U/s1600-h/nightscene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2Ppk7EI/AAAAAAAAABw/0fe_znDk78U/s200/nightscene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074738575797709890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2fpk7FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WY_XkcDOPl0/s1600-h/prizegivin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2fpk7FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WY_XkcDOPl0/s200/prizegivin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074738580092677202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prize giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2vpk7GI/AAAAAAAAACA/dtmFjmACRGM/s1600-h/prizegivin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2vpk7GI/AAAAAAAAACA/dtmFjmACRGM/s200/prizegivin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074738584387644514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prize giving 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2vpk7HI/AAAAAAAAACI/DRxbjsntTGk/s1600-h/meme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2vpk7HI/AAAAAAAAACI/DRxbjsntTGk/s200/meme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074738584387644530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME! at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2_pk7II/AAAAAAAAACQ/LnFnL5sD9ME/s1600-h/camwhore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0X2_pk7II/AAAAAAAAACQ/LnFnL5sD9ME/s200/camwhore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074738588682611842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay. This looks slutty. It's just me waiting at home for huimian. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0a1vpk7JI/AAAAAAAAACY/aqR8XcXRMVg/s1600-h/sushitable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0a1vpk7JI/AAAAAAAAACY/aqR8XcXRMVg/s200/sushitable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074741865742658706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to Sakae Sushi! See that one whole table filled with sushi? LOL. And huimian. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0a1_pk7KI/AAAAAAAAACg/7X4VBrjiW90/s1600-h/sushiplates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0a1_pk7KI/AAAAAAAAACg/7X4VBrjiW90/s200/sushiplates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074741870037626018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our plates. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0a2Ppk7LI/AAAAAAAAACo/wEHvr4lgnpU/s1600-h/actasL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0a2Ppk7LI/AAAAAAAAACo/wEHvr4lgnpU/s200/actasL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074741874332593330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me trying to act as L. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya la, ya la, I'm a CAMWHORE. &lt;br /&gt;I used to be a closet one. XD&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm out of the closet and happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going jamming on Thurs. XD&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know this is like too late,&lt;br /&gt;BON VOYAGE! to the Mount K pple! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-2992034868742935195?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/2992034868742935195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=2992034868742935195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2992034868742935195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/2992034868742935195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/06/national-stadiums-last-day.html' title='National Stadium&apos;s Last Day'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/Rm0Sofpk66I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dJGUEJxt4aM/s72-c/ferriswheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-1538141988695665658</id><published>2007-06-09T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T03:22:17.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want BOT.</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm supposed to be sleeping now but what am I doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BLOGGING FOR &lt;u&gt;YOUUURRR&lt;/u&gt; SAKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must feel honoured okay! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday - Wednesday NOTHING happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday went out with MUM! with bro to Motherhood fair at expo!&lt;br /&gt;Was thoroughly bored but at least I got to eat HAWTDAWG! XD&lt;br /&gt;Orange Julias' hawtdawgs are damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;Met Mdm Wong toooo! with her cute little son! and bulging stomach. =X&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;She dint recongise me!! Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Went out with RAYE! to watch POTC!&lt;br /&gt;So met at boonlayMRTcontrolSTATION there.&lt;br /&gt;She was late for like 20 mins? LOL! Yup, but it's okay cause I've got my MP3!&lt;br /&gt;So we were like, ' where's jurong point? ' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;That's like so .. LOL. cause haven been there for MONTHS! LOL. so we finally found the way. Then we went to buy ticks. The show starts at 1.40pm. and we were there at 1.30pm. So yay. walked around then went back at about 1.38pm, bought food and went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already dark when we went in. So was kinda blind. Then cause was smsing huimian and stuffs. then movie start already then stopped. The movie was nice. overall. I LOVE JOHNNY DEPP! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises hand frantically* ME! ME! ME! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who haven't watch, stay on for the credits and stuffs. There's still somemore show after the credits. XD Short one though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, was like damn tired. Then we walked around looking at stuffs. Wasted time.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to ToysRus! Played with the toys, took picture, blahblah..&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for huimian to come cos like want to have dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;The spongebob and everything. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then huimian came. LOL. sorry ar, ask you to wait at entrance but in the end call you to come to toysRus.&lt;br /&gt;So raye and huimian got on pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA PPLE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate LJS.&lt;br /&gt;While lining up was like talking and laughing like crazy. Accents and stuffs. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to talk in the indian accent to the woman while ordering but dont dare. XD still got alot of other accents la. and they were laughing like crazy. XD&lt;br /&gt;then the woman asked me whether I wanted chilli or tomato and I said ,' both, er, BOT! '&lt;br /&gt;Cause huimian said that an indian person said that to her before. XD&lt;br /&gt;(not meant to be racist)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, blablah. Ate and talked, acted dramatic and stuffs. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to toilet! We waited for raye outside cos she was the one who wanted to go toilet. So huimian and I were like making up a toilet song while waiting. LOL! Damn retarded la. Like what, flushflush, shh shhh.. plop goes the shit or something.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around for awhile more then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the train, raye alighted at JE, huimian and I alighted at Clementi. then took 189 home. reached home at about 9pm. Just in time to watch the 9 o'clock show. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ending this post with a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/RmmS0fpk65I/AAAAAAAAAAY/3nDW67lSJPU/s1600-h/DSC01857s+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/RmmS0fpk65I/AAAAAAAAAAY/3nDW67lSJPU/s200/DSC01857s+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073747885756312466" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME &amp;amp; RAYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-1538141988695665658?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/1538141988695665658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=1538141988695665658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1538141988695665658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/1538141988695665658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-bot.html' title='I want BOT.'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/RmmS0fpk65I/AAAAAAAAAAY/3nDW67lSJPU/s72-c/DSC01857s+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-5773233523664485636</id><published>2007-06-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:11:25.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overcompensate with headlines</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, been shopping these 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Spent 100++bucks. O.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9am. Got dressed and C.Chua came by my house to give me her hamsters. I'm hamstersitting them for 5days. She's going overseas and will be back on the 7th. Yeah, so she stayed for awhile cos SOMEONE said she will be late. Left house at 10.05am and reached central at about 10.15am. Waited for huimian to come then we went to sit 106 to Dhoby. Wanted to meet her butch friend but she wasnt there so we went to DhobyXchange then plaza sing. Walked around looking for what we want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sakae to eat lunch. Then went to Cathay. Wanted to catch a movie but there don't have. So we went to raffles city, citylink then marina square. Walked around then decided to catch a movie again. So we decided to watch Shrek3. Walked around cause there was still like 40mins to the movie. Bought stuffs then we went to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we walked around then we went to visit huimian's ex-manager at some place. Stayed for quite awhile until like 8pm++ then we bus-ed to plaza sing cos I wanted to get the shirts. At first the woman say don't have. Then I prayed and suddenly the woman came out and say have. LOL! So yay, got the shirts then went home. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to AMK first before going home. My Auntie said that I looked Jap. XD&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Woke up at about 10.20am. Cleaned the hamster's cage, changed the water, food, and fed medicine to the injured one until 11.05am. Changed and went out. LOL. Since my auntie said I looked jap, decided to dress like one. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Sommerset at 12.15pm. Waited for saffie to come then off we go! Walked around orchard then we went to cine to eat sushi! After that, walked around and I bought a choker. XD Then bought 1 greentea icecream then we went to streetfest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw cosplayers. LOL. Though wasn't intended to, I sort of blend in with them. XD&lt;br /&gt;Felt really awkward there so left. Then we walked around orchard then went to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and I bought a eyeliner from Sasa. LOL. Then walked around, felt bored then went home. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all. XD&lt;br /&gt;Go Saffie's blog for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-5773233523664485636?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/5773233523664485636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=5773233523664485636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5773233523664485636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/5773233523664485636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/06/overcompensate-with-headlines.html' title='overcompensate with headlines'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-9064010404639326946</id><published>2007-06-01T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:22:02.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT HAIR! XD</title><content type='html'>HELLO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair~ SHORT! yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see, go my friendster or my display pic have. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping again and bought stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I was a happy girl yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592705-9064010404639326946?l=themamashop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/feeds/9064010404639326946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592705&amp;postID=9064010404639326946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/9064010404639326946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592705/posts/default/9064010404639326946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamashop.blogspot.com/2007/06/short-hair-xd.html' title='SHORT HAIR! XD'/><author><name>SAND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12145647493610775461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbjuV1IWbRo/SqlImuxvOpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oRZmca000b8/S220/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592705.post-7404145881134031563</id><published>2007-05-30T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:47:54.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I just read 1 sec one's blog and I was shaking my head while reading it. My mind was also chanting ' tsktsktsk '. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WiTh tHis KinD oF tYpInG, I'M so GlaD I EnDuReD ( My hand pain already) through the posts. Gosh, and they are still having the, " I don't friend you ", " She wrote a letter to someone saying something bad about me " kind of shit. Hello, it's secondary school here. And you are already 5 months going to 6 months in secondary school already and you are still doing this kind of lame shit? Sorry but I really can't stand it. It's just so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just had nothing to blog about so I blogged about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog's 2 years old birthday is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th June. Remember that. XDD Be sure to come and wish it Happy Birthday themamashop!! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just going to rot at home for the next few days and go crazy on Saturday. Oh yeah, I forgot I have books to read and homework to do! But, most probably not going to read/do anything yet. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it a holiday when they give us homework? Isn't holidays meant for relaxing, enjoying and having fun after the long days of studying and exams in school? Why is there CCAs still going on? Wasting so much of our time? Well, not really mine, but CCAs like band? I think we, students, should really go on strike. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nah, I'm too lazy to do anything right now. My fingers are the most hardworking ones, out of all my parts of the body. LOL. Typing like crazy. 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