<?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-19474242</id><updated>2012-01-20T04:39:46.317+08:00</updated><category term='xin nian kuai le'/><category term='so yesterday'/><category term='photos speak a thousand words'/><category term='MOM'/><category term='chinese O&apos;lvl results'/><category term='I LOVE YOU'/><category term='Shut up move on'/><category term='TEAM'/><category term='a life experience'/><category term='music of the night'/><category term='don&apos;t make me do it'/><category term='my first job'/><category term='TOTAL MAADNESS...'/><category term='URGENT solution needed'/><category term='cny clothes'/><category term='virgin club trip'/><category term='single awareness day'/><category term='in a total mess(i guess ids only me)'/><category term='if i can not do it; i hate screaming'/><category term='if money could double itself'/><title type='text'>peanuttbutterwaffles.</title><subtitle type='html'>living in the moment and living the way you want it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>701</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6584121503003255268</id><published>2011-12-31T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:46:01.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE 2011</title><content type='html'>it's 9mins into new year's eve 2011 and i'm just outta e bath, sitting on my bed after taking the wonderlous tiny yellow pill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(flu medication)&lt;/span&gt;. for all the times i took it, it was with e cough syrup which proves to be a lethal combination tt sends one to a faraway lalaland. not too sure on its own, how potent it'll be, but my nose have definitely stopped running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking back upon the year in the bath and thought it'll be good to let all my thoughts out while i wait for the drowsiness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not too sure if it'll happen)&lt;/span&gt; to set in and for my hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 2011 has definitely flew past in an instance, either they say that good times past fast or the saying that when one reaches 20, everything happens at lightning speed and before you know, you'll be celebrating your 30th bday. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i've accomplished some stuffs that has been on my list for a long while which includes revamping my room and the living room. i have full-length mirror and curtains in my room now, with a larger study table and shelves for my photos and stuffs. the living room looks much cosier and im back to watching tv on the sofa till i fall aslp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, most of the stuffs i'll have to credit to A who helps me, else i dont think they'll be done at all. he drilled the curtains for me and pushed me to go ahead to do my room. despite his sinus, he still helped me clear the old furniture and went furniture shopping with me. yes, so in a year, i see him almost 340/365 days. 25 days +- holidays and exam self study time, his reservist days and my days out with the girls. cant help it since we're in the same class for every mod, same project group and even on the weekends, its either spent at home cooking or going out with our same group of friends. Sundays belong to church and teaching tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about heading to church with A on Sundays, i believe it has started to bring out the better side of me. at first like many, i thought it'll be tons of brainwashing on how great the christians are etc. but it turned out kinda different from what i was expecting, i actually liked how the priest share his view on certain matters every week. he talks about very simple things like loving one another and forgiveness for example. amazing how after every time i kneel to pray, i feel a surge of emotions in me that i could never explain. if one would ask me what i always pray for, it was always the simplest of all things that everyone around me would be safe and healthy for i believe there is nothing more important than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has definitely been a hectic year, completed 2 sems, leaving 2 more sems for 2012 till i graduate in August. its scary knowing that i'll be working in a year's time, for i am unsure how the working world will be like and where will i end up in. am looking forward to working with magazine or event companies or perhaps the health promotion board (HPB) since i am for a healthy lifestyle too. mum wants me to try out for SIA stewardess too, so maybe i'll give it a go? am not too sure since i've been hearing many stories that it ain't as glam as it seems. i'll see where life takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, A and I have been saying that we'll go on a grad trip after graduating, before working life starts.  so so so many places i wanna go, but so so little money. am thinking of starting a piggybank that states 'overseas fund' where i'll drop $10 or more in it every week and save up till then. ha, more practical steps then just saying that i'll save right. we could head to thialand so i can shop till i drop, or perhaps somewhere we both have not been to before, like cambodia? or save up a little more and visit a few places near to each other for like 2 weeks, eg laos +cambodia+vietnam? im not really sure, shall save $ first and look out for tour package when the time nears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been a better person in 2011 and i hope for 2012 to stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;2011 ive learnt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to let go and look on the brighter side of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that bearing grudges has no meaning at all cus in the end its myself who im hurting with all the hatred in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i can't control all situations and i can only choose my reaction towards it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the need to lower my ego since there isn't a constant need to out-win one another&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that racism is still apparent in singapore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;in 2012, i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;love A even more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend more time with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take active steps in decreasing my weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, just these 3 cause i really can't think of more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy with my life as it is now and i can't ask for more. i have the most understanding boyfriend who is ever so caring and romantic, who tolerates all my nonsense &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(blame the pms)&lt;/span&gt; so how can i not love him more. i've not regret getting into this relationship and am looking forward to many more happy years! :)  2ndly, i mean, who doesnt want extra time with friends and family, but schwork is draining every bit of energy out of me. yet, i think i could still figure out some time if i do some proper time management. ive been having the 3rd resolution since forever but this year i am determine to achieve it, perhaps losing 1kg every month would be ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back on this post, its actually kinda messy eh, oh wells im gonna blame it on the med. but more or less, ive got all thats on my mind down on this very space. gonna crash and looking forward to nye countdown at the usual place. gonna be decked out in lotsa sequins, starting the new year with a bling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6584121503003255268?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6584121503003255268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6584121503003255268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6584121503003255268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6584121503003255268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/12/nye-2011.html' title='NYE 2011'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6584089622533662604</id><published>2011-12-12T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:42:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>planning</title><content type='html'>Why do people always make their 21st bday a big hooha? why 21st i always wonder, why not 20th or 22nd? cus its the beginning of the 20s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i get my answer, i've alr embarked on planning my very own 21st party.&lt;br /&gt;the first kinda-big-scale event i've ever planned. thanks to A who've been helping me all the way, else i'd still be in a frantic state coming up with everything myself. from the venue to the budget, the food, the deco, the games &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(all which are still in the midst of planning)&lt;/span&gt;, haha the only thing i did it myself was the Guestlist&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hey it wasn't easy too ok)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not the kind who'll ask for money from parents, so it took me more than abit of courage to go up and ask for such a huge sum. and from what i rmb, i dont think my 2 elder bros have ever had a 21st party, which makes it even harder for me to ask since its like not done before i dunno why. or perhaps they did do it but small-scale gathering with their friends? don't want them to think like i'm some spoilt-brat princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and so i did it anyway, i went up to them and asked for a considerable amt. well... it's justified for the amount of ppl i want to invite for such an event, i suppose so. if it was a book-a-chalet-order-catering style, then i could have more ppl over, but since its not, sadly there are only so many i can invite, which mostly are the really close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venue is kinda decided but we're facing difficulty here, since one place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which i totally think it'll be awesome)&lt;/span&gt; told us they can only confirm if they're up for booking after Jan 1st, which is like only a few days away from the celebration. there's still a backup venue which might not be as ideal, but i tot it'll be the 2nd best option &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(based on value and the area given)&lt;/span&gt; we could get from the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just created the Guestlist ytd on fb and am waiting for ppl to RSVP by this week so i can agar the number of ppl who'll be coming, to agar the budget and logistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda excited yet scared, don't know how the party will turn out but i'm surely hoping for the better! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6584089622533662604?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6584089622533662604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6584089622533662604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6584089622533662604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6584089622533662604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/12/planning.html' title='planning'/><author><name>Jac. 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L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8995886704419916914</id><published>2011-09-25T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T13:34:59.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause im too bored on e toilet bowl</title><content type='html'>I'm in Scape's toilet just bside e 'Warehouse' n I'm blogging cus I'm hvg diarrhea n there's nth I can do on e toilet bowl. E area below my bellybutton have been hurting since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I have too good an imagination or I'm just plain bo liao. Believe it or not, the first thing tt came to my mind was what if I have some intestine or womb cancer(since e pain is tt area) which could well just be a case of eating dirty food. Yea perhaps e teochew porridge I had last night, know those kinda old stalls where their food is so awesome n I close one eye(perhaps both eyes) on e cleanliness n hygiene part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oh wells, this is what I get from ignoring. And as I type this sentence, I've been in e cubicle on e toilet bowl for almost 40mins. I'm in e first cubicle n I can tell u that e whole place smells of my poop. I don't exactly feel bad about it since not many ppl come to scape and tt its a situation where I dnt have any control over. oh, perhaps I shld move to a higher level, confirm lesser ppl right, so I'd b more considerate. Hmm... But I'm still in e midst n I'm too lazy to shift, so just let it be la. Its normal for e toilet to smell poop-y(its a toilet, DUH) plus there are 7 other cubicles out there available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying about e cancer thought, I dunno if its me thinking weirdly or mayb it has got to do w losing friends at this age, or maybe I'm just listing out causes in my mind. and on pms-sy days or jus any other days I get worse, I start thinking its so possible to die in every other way. No, I didn't watch too much final destination, e recent one was my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand at mrt platforms n as I see e mrt approaching, e flash of e headlights incepts a thought in my head. Wat if someone pushes me from e back or wat if I slipped n life ends in tt instant. will e train thn stop or will I be stuck underneath. Will anyone recognize me, will I feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At traffic light junctions, I have similar thoughts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've told A abt me hvg such thoughts b4, and his answer will always be on e lines of, "don't fear death", "if its ur time, it is", "there will b eternal happiness in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess such advices allows me to live life to e fullest, and assures and comforts me tt dying aint that bad. I mean, yea, everyone dies eventually n we jus have to accept that. One day, my beloved dogs will go, one day, my parents will leave, one day I'd be e one. No one lives here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dnt worry, if anyone is to read this, I'm not in depression nor having suicidal thoughts. Its just random toilet-bowl-blabberings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get up from e throne soon, e alternation btwn peeing n shitting for e past hour is making my asshole sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8995886704419916914?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8995886704419916914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8995886704419916914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8995886704419916914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8995886704419916914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-im-too-bored-on-e-toilet-bowl_25.html' title='cause im too bored on e toilet bowl'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1507700746652986497</id><published>2011-09-25T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:58:01.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause im too bored on e toilet bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1507700746652986497?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1507700746652986497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1507700746652986497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1507700746652986497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1507700746652986497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-im-too-bored-on-e-toilet-bowl.html' title='cause im too bored on e toilet bowl'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4613122347826052312</id><published>2011-09-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:55:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i had a working camera...</title><content type='html'>i will definitely BLOG MORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4613122347826052312?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4613122347826052312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4613122347826052312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4613122347826052312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4613122347826052312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-only-i-had-working-camera.html' title='if only i had a working camera...'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-395539209183410319</id><published>2011-09-07T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:41:48.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minestrone soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUAoCaPK_R4/TmeVUifTmEI/AAAAAAAAEhM/IbtyApb862E/s1600/VegeMinestrone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUAoCaPK_R4/TmeVUifTmEI/AAAAAAAAEhM/IbtyApb862E/s400/VegeMinestrone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649648437647611970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to cook meatless minestrone soup today after having it yesterday at Soupspoon, so i can have more of the awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took recipe off the net: &lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Hearty-Meatless-Minestrone"&gt;http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Hearty-Meatless-Minestrone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must say it tastes really hearty with lotsa ingredients. huge serving that i guess could have served about 8 hungry people, but since i'm having it myself, i'll eat it for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;1 large onion, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;3 tablespoons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;2 celery ribs, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;2 medium carrots, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;1 cup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;chopped cabbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;1 medium green pepper, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;1 medium eggplant, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;6 garlic cloves, minced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;900ml cups &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;2 cans (14-1/2 ounces &lt;i&gt;each&lt;/i&gt;) diced tomatoes, undrained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;1 can (15 ounces) garbanzo beans mixed kidney beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;1 can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;(15 ounces) tomato puree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;3 tablespoons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;dried parsley flakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;2 teaspoons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;dried basil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;2 teaspoons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;dried oregano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;1 teaspoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;1/2 teaspoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;1/4 teaspoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;cayenne pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="amount"&gt;1/2 cup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;small pasta shells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its a wonderful soup that is low in calories yet packing loads of nutrients. so wonderful that i think everyone should have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Celery&lt;/span&gt;: Celery contains vitamin C and several other active compounds that promote health, including &lt;i&gt;phthalides&lt;/i&gt;, which may help &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lower cholesterol&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;coumarins&lt;/i&gt;, that may be useful in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancer prevention&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Carrots&lt;/span&gt;: other than a rich source of beta-carotene, it is also of a wide variety of  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antioxidants&lt;/span&gt; and other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;health-supporting nutrients&lt;/span&gt;. The areas of  antioxidant benefits, cardiovascular benefits, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anti-cancer&lt;/span&gt; benefits  are the best-researched areas of health research with respect to dietary  intake of carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;: arotenoid found in tomatoes (and everything made from them) has antioxidant and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancer-preventing&lt;/span&gt;  properties. The antioxidant function of &lt;i&gt;lycopene&lt;/i&gt; is its ability to  help protect cells and other structures in the body from oxygen  damage and has been linked in human research to the protection of DNA (our  genetic material) inside of white blood cells.  Prevention of heart  disease has been shown to be another antioxidant role played by &lt;i&gt;lycopene&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cabbage&lt;/span&gt;: Cabbage ranked in our WHFoods rating system as an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excellent source of  vitamin C and a good source of vitamin A&lt;/span&gt; (which comes from its  concentration of carotenoids such as beta-carotene). The glucosinolates found in cabbage can be converted into isothiocyanate  compounds that are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancer preventive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for a variety of different  cancers&lt;/span&gt;, including bladder cancer, breast cancer, colon cancer, and  prostate cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Eggplant&lt;/span&gt;: nasunin, an anthocyanin phytonutrient found in eggplant skin, has been found to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;protect the lipids (fats) in brain cell membranes&lt;/span&gt;. It also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lessens free radical formation&lt;/span&gt; with numerous beneficial results,  including protecting blood cholesterol (which is also a type of lipid  or fat) from peroxidation; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;preventing cellular damage &lt;/span&gt;that can promote  cancer; and lessening free radical damage in joints, which is a primary  factor in rheumatoid arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Green pepper&lt;/span&gt;: There is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; far less than 1 gram of total fat in one cup of sliced bell  pepper&lt;/span&gt;. However, this very small amount of fat is enough to provide a  reliable storage spot for bell pepper's fat-soluble nutrients, including  its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat-soluble carotenoids and vitamin E&lt;/span&gt;.  Bell pepper is a good  source of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vitamin E&lt;/span&gt; at about 630 micrograms per cup, and it contains  more than 30 different carotenoids, including excellent amounts of  beta-carotene and zeaxanthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Garbanzo beans&lt;/span&gt;: supports &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;digestive tract function&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regulates blood sugar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;increased chances for satiety&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decreased caloric intake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Kidney beans&lt;/span&gt;: a very good source of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cholesterol-lowering fiber&lt;/span&gt;, as  are most other beans. In addition to lowering cholesterol, kidney beans'  high fiber content prevents blood sugar levels from rising too rapidly  after a meal. In addition to providing slow burning complex carbohydrates, kidney  beans can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; increase your energy by helping to replenish your iron stores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;info from: &lt;a href="http://www.whfoods.com"&gt;http://www.whfoods.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have low-fat high-nutrient meals for the next few days, in tandem with e regular jogs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pats self on shoulder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-395539209183410319?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/395539209183410319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=395539209183410319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/395539209183410319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/395539209183410319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/09/minestrone-soup.html' title='minestrone soup'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUAoCaPK_R4/TmeVUifTmEI/AAAAAAAAEhM/IbtyApb862E/s72-c/VegeMinestrone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4439695444873320305</id><published>2011-08-08T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T03:35:40.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been long.</title><content type='html'>its been long since i last blogged. well, the time in btwn posts has indeed grew further and further. all thanks to uni life, though not in the local unis, i'd still say mine is as equally demanding. ok, or perhaps a wee bit lesser(minus hall stuffs), but i still pack my life with so much stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna blog a post before i fly off to Bkk later at 1040. yes, and indeed its my hols! that's why i have the time to just sit here and blog my thoughts and im sure its gonna pass damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;after 5 days of bkk, nxt mon im gonna have my gum operation, and e wk will prolly be burnt resting at home. and then its e last 2 wks of hols b4 another hectic sem starts on 5th sep. the start of sleepless nights chionging of essays and presentations n research pprs, urgghhh. time flies, like seriously. it's alr Aug, like omgness fast. and im turning 21 v v soon, how scary is that! GEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i sit here, thinking about how fast time flies and how things have changed in e past yr, for me and for the many around me.&lt;br /&gt;i re-read my past entry and am kinda wow-ed by what i wrote. didnt know i could write all that, ha. and yes, ive since been living the life i want to and im happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and i started out as groupmates, not even by choice but random by lecturer. i didnt even think anything about A but rather like, " omg am i gonna b able to communicate w this indian guy, gees hope i can". honestly speaking, i dont usually mix around w other races since young, i have no idea why. therefore i dnt have much friends from other races, which explains much of the sterotyping. my close friends are usually chinese, even the not so close ones, are chinese too. yes, i have indian, malay friends on fb, but are prolly acquaintances. so, i grew up in a very "chinese" environment, and obviously a bf from another race have never ever crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it all began when we started talking. i realised we were quite the same afterall! i was amazed he could use phrases like 'jialat', 'wahpiang' etc and yes he said, " yea, im singaporean, duh." well, i really didnt quite know. in my pea-sized brain, all indians can only speak perfect english, sometimes perhaps with their indian accent and nothing else. but the thing was, A learns malay in school hence didnt hv the indian accent, though he does it pretty well when he wants to. i started to talk like how i would normally talk to all my friends, inserting chinese phrases here and there where initially i was kinda struggling to only speak in proper english. and yes, he could understd someeee chinese too, thanks to serving police for the 2yrs in ns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A was someone i could talk to about anything and everything, and he always seems to have a solution for all. he would stand to listen even if the situation was not to his advantage, yes we were still friends then. he was someone i felt happy around, someone who i can never see myself quarreling with. what i could say was, A is a very good tempered guy, a good boy, a shy one too. okay and yes, he is smart though i know he's e same as me, cant do maths for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we started talking, we started hanging out. and apart from all the similarities, we definitely have our differences other than on the surface. he loves metal music; i finds them damn noisy, i prefer my slow melodies both english and chinese. he watches starwars, matrix, lordoftherings; ive watched none, prolly more channel 8 series or idol dramas. he's a huge fan of harry potter; i a huge fan of nothing, i dont think i idolize any one person or series. he likes it indoors; i like to get down and dirty, outdoor sports or even to the beach. in my opinion, being different doesnt matter, what matters is whn one takes e effort to know more about what e other person likes and tries to do it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A didnt look e kind of guys id go for, my closest friends would know best: tall, tanned, broad-shoulders, good figure, nice eyes, play sports... oh i just rmbed i once pen this down in my well-kept personal diary some years back, shall share it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Dream Guy: broad-shoulders, nice smile, nice eyes, toned body, tanned. at least 175cm, caring, compassionate (animal n towards others), loves to cook, humorous, well-mannered/good-tempered, good communication skills. plus points: musically-inclined, loves art, good in studies. --- 05/09/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, seriously what was i thinking! young girl reading and watching too much fairytale ending chick flicks. i mean like yes, bulls-eye if you find someone like this out there who still loves you wholeheartedly. but i think after knowing A, ive changed more than just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmbed once meeting cheryl, and she said something along the lines of me being kinda havoc in the past and why im not like that now. i used to feel excited about clubbing, cause i can see hot guys. even when its only me and clar, i'll somehow instigate her into clubbing w me. i'll look at hot guys on the streets and i'll do the weirdest things, like finding that guy on fb. i'll go crazy over that cute guy in school and secretly pass him letters or little gifts. haha, seriously, THOSE WERE THE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being with A, i didnt find the excitement in clubbing anymore. and if u asked me now if appearance was important, id say yes, but being neat n proper more than looks itself. perhaps i outgrew tt xiaomeimei stage, perhaps it was how A talked me into it. i rmbed cleo bachelor night, he knew i was gaga over desmondchiam, yet he said, " i want to trust you, go and have fun." to me, now i feel that looks are bonus, its not the most important aspect like how i used to think it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if that guy aint that tall model-looking dude, so what if he aint some beach-looking hunk. i believe its what in the heart that counts, its that natural connection you find with that person that is most important. its the respect u have for each other, its the willingness to sacrifice and let down one's ego. its how u put the person before urself, its how u feel and know that this could be the one. A and i have always talked about abt building our dream house, our library including my chick-lit section which will be a spiral pink bookcase, the house will hv awesome sound system by Bang&amp;amp;Olufsen, our backyard which will have a chillax place perhaps a bar lookalike with a huge pen by e side where i can rear cutesy rabbits. its about being best friends to joke around, acting like a sibling to care for each other and a lover at the end of the day. still, e old saying goes, "what matters most is on the inside, not the outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure what more else to write about, brain's getting jam due to the time.&lt;br /&gt;i could say A is one rare guy, and someone i hope all my friends would eventually find in e end.  i listen to friends' relationship probs and think to myself, 'if only their bf was A, they would b so happy.' can't imagine how some guys out there can be so crappy and their gfs still have to tolerate. and sometimes, i think A pampers me a little too much. dont be shock tt he carries rubberbands and pins ard, yes juz bcus in time of e hot weather, i'll need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i say what impt is on e inside, i still constantly remind A of his layers of tummy tyres and moobs(haha i make him sound so fat). shall head to bed now, needa be up in like 3hrs. goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4439695444873320305?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4439695444873320305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4439695444873320305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4439695444873320305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4439695444873320305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-long.html' title='its been long.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-5404312461294044378</id><published>2011-01-10T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:13:39.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning 20</title><content type='html'>its about an hour before the clock strikes midnight and then it's 11/1/11. what an amazing date i must say and it surely does only happens once in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here in my bedroom, dressed comfy-ly, with my lappy open and i'm here entering my thoughts. pictures of events will be uploaded soon, for now i would really like to embrace this peacefulness to get back to something i've lost touch for quite awhile due to the limited time i have these days, and that's blogging, to let my thoughts just flow and i can blabber on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if i'm actually excited or sad turning 20, cause sure thing i'm getting outta my teens which means i'm getting older and i see more responsibilities and more stuffs coming ahead in the 20s. i don't know what to expect! maybe i could get married in this decade, maybe i'll still be on the shelves till the big 3 hits and the next scary decade arrives. i don't know what to expect my first job would be after graduating, not to even mention, i may want to experience overseas study life for a few modules in the coming years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 20s awaits so many things and i hope i'll have fun with it. i wanna experience all that i've never experienced before or was too young to do it in my teens, maybe something like erms having the financial means to travel overseas myself? or maybe bagpacking with a few friends. i really don't know and i can't wait to see what lies ahead, yet ironically i don't wanna age anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always believe in having positive relationships and avoiding conflicts. maybe what i've experienced since young have led me to this stage. i always hated how my parents quarreled and how my 2nd brother used to have an amazingly hot temper that i shiver at the thought of it. i didn't grow up in a perfect family, but looking at it now, i believe it has aid me to mature much faster. i try my best to compromise with people, i try to keep my temper low, i believe that things could be settled by communication cause i really down right hated the whole feeling of shouting situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that led to me usually doing the things i don't want to do, just to please people and to avoid any quarrels. i am happy if i could stop another person from flaring up, i would try and suit the person. of course i'm not saint and there are times i flare up as well, but in the end i'd still have this mindset to just allow the other party to have what he wants to stop the quarrel and do anything to make him just fine. cause when there isn't a quarrel, i'm happy. so what's there to lose when ultimately i'll still feel happy just by the fact that there isn't any unhappy situation anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i stop to look at my life again, i question myself if i've been leading the life i want to or the life other people want to. am i doing the things that i want, or the things that other people want. am i treating myself good enough before treating others better. i realized that i was afraid to reject people, i was afraid to say 'no'.  i realized i was easily shaken by others, i would follow suit their decisions just to make peace. i started to feel that this shouldn't be the way to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should do what i want, because i am me. i need to find the strength in the power of saying 'no'. i need to stand strong for what i want to do and my decisions. i should not let shoutings and the pressure of others to intimidate my choice. people should start to understand that raising their voices wouldn't help in anyway, it just shows the lacking of ability to calmly talk things through. well, it's a note to self at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who are my real friends would respect what i want because they will understand. those who do not are not worth my two cents, cause my feelings weren't even considered in the first place so why should i bother. i believe and i know that i am not the unreasonable sort, i have my reasons for what i want to do and i believe that in the end, it's my life and the one i should answer to is myself and not anyone else. i am a human and i have the right to do what i want and what i do not want, when i wanna do it and when i not wanna do it. there should be no questions asked cause i don't even report to my parents my every single move, so why should i even report it to anyone else least give a detailed analysis of it. i should stop giving in to people's wishes that do not go in tandem with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am always shaken, i always didn't find the strength from within. maybe cause i'm turning 20, which then i use it as a cause and a reason for me to really stand up and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the last few minutes of me being a teen-ager, i believe i'm gonna be a strong young women in my 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-5404312461294044378?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/5404312461294044378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=5404312461294044378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5404312461294044378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5404312461294044378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/01/turning-20.html' title='turning 20'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8188826236349809096</id><published>2011-01-01T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:48:32.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1/11</title><content type='html'>today is a super nice day to blog but the card reader is giving me probs and i can't blog without pics, it'll be so boring. i have so much to say, think i'll go buy cable from downstairs or somehow find a way to load the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8188826236349809096?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8188826236349809096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8188826236349809096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8188826236349809096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8188826236349809096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html' title='1/1/11'/><author><name>Jac. 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(:&lt;br /&gt;a happy 2011 to everyone in advance! 1/1/11 is a superrrrrrrr nice date. and 10 days after that date, will be a very very nice date too. HAHA. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4307138705366196786?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4307138705366196786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4307138705366196786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4307138705366196786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4307138705366196786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve.html' title='new year&apos;s eve'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TR22dYLMR5I/AAAAAAAAEg0/hLjgArncD5s/s72-c/DSC00418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7525143720258390936</id><published>2010-11-26T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:53:31.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TO_XFgc6SHI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/AI89xT_cPU4/s1600/Snapshot_20101126_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TO_XFgc6SHI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/AI89xT_cPU4/s400/Snapshot_20101126_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543886155926882418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; it-was-a-long-day-at-sch-and-just-got-home-and-i-know-i-still-have-alot-of-work-to-do-but-i-feel-like-sleeping-first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kinda look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7525143720258390936?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7525143720258390936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7525143720258390936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7525143720258390936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7525143720258390936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-i-just-got-home-and-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TO_XFgc6SHI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/AI89xT_cPU4/s72-c/Snapshot_20101126_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-5099953438155256188</id><published>2010-11-07T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:01:33.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sucha nice weather to sleep in, the red sky and cool breeze. wished that my vocab was a little better, i could go on describing. or rather, we'll not sleep but snuggle into each others arms. as we feel the warmth and the familiar scent, can't help it but you'd break into a smile. one that we find it hard to believe cause this fast-paced life we're living does need something like this to slow us down, to appreciate our surroundings and to realize that clearly, money isn't the one that makes the world goes round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little raindrops splashing against the surfaces, makes a good tune. creates the backdrop for our little conversations. ones with no hate no anger, no nothing evil prevails. as we look into the other's soul, we smell candyfloss, taste fruityloops and breathe the sweet air created amongst. incredible, for moments like that, i'm still amazed. where all we needed was just the 2 of us, to create something out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i snuggle into bed with my renoma-ed pooh. you know im obviously missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-5099953438155256188?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/5099953438155256188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=5099953438155256188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5099953438155256188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5099953438155256188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-sucha-nice-weather-to-sleep-in-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8800228580219185244</id><published>2010-11-05T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:41:04.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASTA SALAD</title><content type='html'>i made pasta salad today!&lt;br /&gt;its not what i would normally make, cause if you know me, i don't advocate using mayo or salad cream. the salad i normally make for my own consumption would be like clear Italian vinaigrette dressing with apple cider plus honey mustard. oh, plus lotsa FRESH crushed black pepper. there is a difference between the freshly crushed one and the ones which are pre-crushed. the former bears a lot more taste and aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see, salad as the name suggest, is just barely tossing every ingredient together. isn't very difficult, but the tedious part is preparing all the ingredients and washing up. washing is sucha bitch. never fails to wrinkle my hand and cause my nails to become more brittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i cheated a little, hehe. i bought the ready roasted chicken from the supermarket, makes it so much easier! and this is self-recipe, sauces and ingredients are what i wanna put into the dish. did try to make it a little healthier by substituting certain stuffs. then again, its for a party later on and i bet the people there are more into the taste of the salad then wanting to diet. so, hack care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ingredients(amount as you wish):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 whole roasted chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;green&amp;amp;red peppers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fine baby beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spring onions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;red skin potatoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;back bacon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;farfarlle (bow-shaped pasta)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;and as for the dressing, i can never follow the ones given to me in recipes(xml/xg). cause some of us like the dressing a little more, some of us like it just nice coated and not drenched. so in my opinion, just based on your instinct. taste as you add, i think that's the best gauge alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dressing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;salad cream (heinz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plain yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dijon mustard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worcestershire sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fresh crushed black pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;juice from 1 lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;and here we go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPH2xAAo5I/AAAAAAAAEeY/0sSyzLK7X-A/s1600/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPH2xAAo5I/AAAAAAAAEeY/0sSyzLK7X-A/s400/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535988110648714130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;totally hate carrying heavy stuffs home from the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPIT7-WbMI/AAAAAAAAEeg/PudRJyD1qN8/s1600/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPIT7-WbMI/AAAAAAAAEeg/PudRJyD1qN8/s400/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535988611810749634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;since i want the skin on the potato, needa scrub it clean *sparkles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPIs6Q9DsI/AAAAAAAAEeo/ZhQO3b4RHqA/s1600/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPIs6Q9DsI/AAAAAAAAEeo/ZhQO3b4RHqA/s400/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535989040848637634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boil the potatoes. they should be red potatoes but they don't look red. such potatoes are good for tossing salad. they're a tad harder and will not go mushy like the ones meant for mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPJFQVmeOI/AAAAAAAAEew/AYhtkUSeYIY/s1600/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPJFQVmeOI/AAAAAAAAEew/AYhtkUSeYIY/s400/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535989459090569442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPJx-p6L0I/AAAAAAAAEe4/QYCiyD23Va0/s1600/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPJx-p6L0I/AAAAAAAAEe4/QYCiyD23Va0/s400/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535990227438022466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wash and cut the beans. end up using one pkt only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPKKJpKmKI/AAAAAAAAEfA/pl1ylsNsKog/s1600/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPKKJpKmKI/AAAAAAAAEfA/pl1ylsNsKog/s400/DSC00333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535990642704554146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPK8qwVBvI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/Nq25Juzm5Nw/s1600/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPK8qwVBvI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/Nq25Juzm5Nw/s400/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535991510586427122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the peppers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPLUTucJQI/AAAAAAAAEfY/G_sjmcRnSI8/s1600/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPLUTucJQI/AAAAAAAAEfY/G_sjmcRnSI8/s400/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535991916721349890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPL1k8ufjI/AAAAAAAAEfg/jY4we2h991k/s1600/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPL1k8ufjI/AAAAAAAAEfg/jY4we2h991k/s400/DSC00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535992488280358450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something i've learnt from mum: veges for salad, just needa be scald, not cooked. and which after when taken out from the boiling water, gotta be put into cold/ice water. didn't had ice in the moment of time so i used water from the fridge. this is to stop the vege from continuous cooking after being taken out from the pot due to the heat, thus the vege will still remain green! not overcooked and sometimes will turn yellow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPM-LTRvMI/AAAAAAAAEfo/CPE4VLVE4V4/s1600/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPM-LTRvMI/AAAAAAAAEfo/CPE4VLVE4V4/s400/DSC00338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535993735526071490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frying the bacon, scary that it'll ooze out oil on its own. like what i said, since im not making this salad for any health purpose.... so.. whatever! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPNTpbhPLI/AAAAAAAAEfw/9Qto6pHbQ5U/s1600/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPNTpbhPLI/AAAAAAAAEfw/9Qto6pHbQ5U/s400/DSC00339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535994104390958258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boiling the pasta. the art of it is in getting the correct timing, to ensure that the pasta doesn't overcook and become mushy, or under cook which is then still hard and the dough-y taste is still there. we need the pasta ale dente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPN3kWkZRI/AAAAAAAAEf4/w9LtPfuBdDs/s1600/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPN3kWkZRI/AAAAAAAAEf4/w9LtPfuBdDs/s400/DSC00340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535994721503307026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the spring onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPORHApWTI/AAAAAAAAEgA/NkPz7EsP_eg/s1600/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPORHApWTI/AAAAAAAAEgA/NkPz7EsP_eg/s400/DSC00341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535995160303327538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meat from 1 roasted chicken after i de-boned it. kept the skin in there for flavour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPOqCPUDvI/AAAAAAAAEgI/Gp6hfhA-4V8/s1600/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPOqCPUDvI/AAAAAAAAEgI/Gp6hfhA-4V8/s400/DSC00342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535995588519399154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;start chopping up the potatoes and gonna start the mixing-it-all-up process! inevitably got messy around the kitchen at this point in time, so i forgot all about the pics. plus my hands were starting to get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,after adding all the sauces and tossing all the ingredients tgt, presenting to you the end product&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TADAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPHWgnhFtI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/lDhCWBOkV6w/s1600/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPHWgnhFtI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/lDhCWBOkV6w/s400/DSC00346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535987556495202002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPGXZ8SImI/AAAAAAAAEeA/Ew4KtT1zTJ8/s1600/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPGXZ8SImI/AAAAAAAAEeA/Ew4KtT1zTJ8/s400/DSC00344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535986472371495522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPG2hvcR3I/AAAAAAAAEeI/-DeDqM7JjVc/s1600/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPG2hvcR3I/AAAAAAAAEeI/-DeDqM7JjVc/s400/DSC00347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535987007041062770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was asking mum what should i make to a potluck for tonight, and she suggested something that i've done before, since it would be safe and that i know it'll be nice for the guests present. haha, it's my first time making this pasta salad. i decided that i wanna make this and it has been stucked in my mind, well, obviously didn't bother about what mum said. just praying for good comments later!! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8800228580219185244?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8800228580219185244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8800228580219185244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8800228580219185244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8800228580219185244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/11/pasta-salad.html' title='PASTA SALAD'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNPH2xAAo5I/AAAAAAAAEeY/0sSyzLK7X-A/s72-c/DSC00324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2718197957021515568</id><published>2010-11-04T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:50:56.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this so make sense.</title><content type='html'>came across from another blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why was Snow White given  a poisoned apple? - to show us that not everyone is gonna be kind &amp;amp;  not everyone is really who they say they are.&lt;br /&gt;Why did Cinderella run  away at midnight? - to remind us that everything does have its  limitations, even dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Why did Ariel exchange her fins for feet? - to  show us that people are willing to give up anything to be with who they  love &amp;amp; to just be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Why did Aurora sleep for 100 years? - to  tell us that you might have to wait for quite some time for your true  love to come along, sometimes very long, but it’s worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Why did  Princess Jasmine fall for Aladdin? - to let us know that what the heart  wants, it wants it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Why was Belle in love with a Beast? -  to remind us that you can’t really help what’s on the outside, but if  the inside is beautiful, then nothing will stand in the way of your  love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-2718197957021515568?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/2718197957021515568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=2718197957021515568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2718197957021515568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2718197957021515568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-so-make-sense.html' title='this so make sense.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-708844245553233103</id><published>2010-11-03T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:31:43.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does hotmail starts spamming weird emails from his acct at this point in time, when i've NEVER received any of it before he passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the 4 or 5 one alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNDJY_EvunI/AAAAAAAAEdo/_Pj9ABNMzKo/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+3112010+102346+AM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNDJY_EvunI/AAAAAAAAEdo/_Pj9ABNMzKo/s400/Fullscreen+capture+3112010+102346+AM.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535145373123721842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm or does technology prevails up there too? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-708844245553233103?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/708844245553233103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=708844245553233103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/708844245553233103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/708844245553233103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-does-hotmail-starts-spamming-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TNDJY_EvunI/AAAAAAAAEdo/_Pj9ABNMzKo/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+3112010+102346+AM.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-815709083215464154</id><published>2010-10-29T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:13:09.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starblogger - that was what i first joked with u about.</title><content type='html'>its too hurting now. i can't bear to type anything more. we love you boon wee, we do, very much. always in our hearts, always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the most touching thing seen ever:&lt;br /&gt;on facebook by nic lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;There  are so many things I would like to say to you right now, but it doesn't  really matter anymore. Sorry that I wasn't there for you these two  weeks. These few years that I've known you might not be the best  testimonial of our friendship - and through my crude expression of  things, I might not be the best friend I sh&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ould've  been. I'll always miss  the conversations that we had, the late night  suppers, getting lost looking for feifei, making fun of each other,  driving tips that you gave me, time spent with the rest. I'll always  miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;If  life was a journey, yours doesn't end here, you'll always live in our  hearts. I know that, in spirit, you'll be here for all of us for every  significant event in our lives, which you would and still are an  important part of. From the first marriage in the group, to the first  baby in the group. To all of us growing o&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ld, you'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say goodbye, because the memories I have of you will last a lifetime. I love you, my brother from another mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How lucky I am to find someone that makes saying goodbye so hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-815709083215464154?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/815709083215464154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=815709083215464154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/815709083215464154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/815709083215464154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/10/starblogger-that-was-what-i-first-joked.html' title='starblogger - that was what i first joked with u about.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8296969255179866692</id><published>2010-10-24T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:07:06.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5secs sufficed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TMMNhsS_sfI/AAAAAAAAEdg/wPtS4vlfTTo/s1600/Snapshot_20101023_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TMMNhsS_sfI/AAAAAAAAEdg/wPtS4vlfTTo/s400/Snapshot_20101023_9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531279639818777074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was lost for words. totally. it didn't hit me till my eyes told the truth before me. why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8296969255179866692?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8296969255179866692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8296969255179866692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8296969255179866692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8296969255179866692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/10/5secs-sufficed.html' title='5secs sufficed'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TMMNhsS_sfI/AAAAAAAAEdg/wPtS4vlfTTo/s72-c/Snapshot_20101023_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-5076231981461198888</id><published>2010-10-21T21:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:52:45.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new sem</title><content type='html'>i'm still not quite accustomed to morning classes, esp the waking up part. during the hols, who on earth will wake up at 7am to prepare for school?! i think that's probably the time i sleep if i clubbed the day before. However, other than the waking up part as what abra tweeeted, alot of us are starting to like morning class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause it's Journalism, having the interest plays a part.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting our cute lecturer who never fails to speak what's on her mind. especially her analogy of 'going straight to the point' she made on the very first day of her lesson. guess what, DIGGING YOUR NOSE. i was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes like,&lt;blockquote&gt; you dig your nose directly, put your finger in and dig the shit out. no one will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*uses her right hand, goes behind her neck and dig from the left side of her face*&lt;/span&gt; do it like this right!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm enjoying journalism now, PR is fine too. i tell you, Angie Tu our PR lecturer, is one fierce speaker. she's nice she's funny she's open-minded, but i bet if you ever try anything funny against her, she'll bite you in your face. she can outspeak anyone, anytime. but afternoon classes as compared now, are kinda alrightttttttttt, maybe cause its in the noon, i wanna take my noon nap. morning feels fresher lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is definitely coming, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;Journalism assignment given, it is to come out with a tabloid consisting of minimum 10pgs. totally different from all other modules cause this one is just purely ONE group assignment, that's it. there isn't an indiv assignment at all. so it means that, WE GOTTA DO OUR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! and scoring 0.5/4 points(with tony and abra) for a 'headline' exercise we did in class today isn't helping me boost spirit. but well, we were being creative WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see my schedule for next week from tmrw onwards, its all lined up! plus i have wkend lesson for the next 3 wks, its no goooooddddd.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw night - irene's sch(SIM) bash party.&lt;br /&gt;sat&amp;amp;sun - media creation module at SMA riverside point.&lt;br /&gt;mon&amp;amp;tues - gotta come up with some articles for our proj.&lt;br /&gt;wed - BTT and dateline for us to summit articles to each other to vet for proj + chinese web radio class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa train my brain to start getting into the active and learning mood, which means it'll start requiring lesser amount of time on sleeping and more time thinking and learning. i needa buck up, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 2 modules i'm currently doing, demands sufficient general knowledge and current affairs&lt;br /&gt;how am i suppose to feel in class when she assumes everyone knows the name of the french and russian president!! i'm like totally clueless. i feel so stupid but i don't dare to raise my hands in class. just yesterday, my lecturer was so excited when she learnt that one of my South African classmate had met Nelson Mandela. in my head, i was thinking,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "hmmmmm this guy's name sounds familar, very familar, but i don't know who's he. yea i think he must have done alot of great things.. hmmmm.."&lt;/span&gt; see, that's how stupid i'm suppose to feel. i got back home at night and immediately googled him out and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy i've got twitter, it's the least i have when i don't read the papers. info is dished to me, since i'm so lazy to go get it. but for the sake of my grades and not to feel so stupid in class anymore, i'm gonna force myself to read the papers EVERYDAY. cheapskate abit, take Today from the aunties at MRT stations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-5076231981461198888?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/5076231981461198888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=5076231981461198888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5076231981461198888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5076231981461198888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-sem.html' title='my new sem'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8986138959708275464</id><published>2010-10-19T23:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:25:36.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>josh duhamel is so hot.</title><content type='html'>josh duhamel is so hot in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life as we know it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't go to length about the movie itself, half of the time i'm concentrating on him more than anything else. how cute he is even when there isn't a single second his hair is ever neat in the show. it's like always in a mess, with him running about getting stressed up and all, or when he just gets out of bed. cute cute cute cute cute. of course not forgetting his amazing body, i mean who'll ever miss that. i don't like guys who are super muscular like arnold schwarzenegger, gyms 24/7, drink protein shakes machiam water and pump steriods. i like the boys in shape, tough bod but there's still a lil tinny bit of space for a lil meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CA_CoTuI/AAAAAAAAEcg/MVOk657FHUs/s1600/Life+as+We+Know+It+movie+image+KATHERINE+HEIGL+and+JOSH+DUHAMEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CA_CoTuI/AAAAAAAAEcg/MVOk657FHUs/s400/Life+as+We+Know+It+movie+image+KATHERINE+HEIGL+and+JOSH+DUHAMEL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529789239659089634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CHYpuo1I/AAAAAAAAEco/8sugDe86SO4/s1600/josh-duhamel5073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CHYpuo1I/AAAAAAAAEco/8sugDe86SO4/s400/josh-duhamel5073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529789349613183826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CSnbdVfI/AAAAAAAAEcw/u5E7UFftWio/s1600/Josh+Duhamel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CSnbdVfI/AAAAAAAAEcw/u5E7UFftWio/s400/Josh+Duhamel+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529789542558422514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CaSvpJ6I/AAAAAAAAEc4/99268gnlwHQ/s1600/5007911906_878b4a2652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CaSvpJ6I/AAAAAAAAEc4/99268gnlwHQ/s400/5007911906_878b4a2652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529789674444892066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3FkqdcnDI/AAAAAAAAEdI/rjhgH_YofJM/s1600/Life-as-We-know-It-Photo-Promo-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3FkqdcnDI/AAAAAAAAEdI/rjhgH_YofJM/s400/Life-as-We-know-It-Photo-Promo-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793151144598578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CmNJ14UI/AAAAAAAAEdA/OjQeo8P-OqE/s1600/josh_duhamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CmNJ14UI/AAAAAAAAEdA/OjQeo8P-OqE/s400/josh_duhamel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529789879102595394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3GVDd7vtI/AAAAAAAAEdY/ki-nfAaASv4/s1600/big_one_josh_duhamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3GVDd7vtI/AAAAAAAAEdY/ki-nfAaASv4/s400/big_one_josh_duhamel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793982491246290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8986138959708275464?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8986138959708275464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8986138959708275464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8986138959708275464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8986138959708275464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/10/josh-duhamel-is-so-hot.html' title='josh duhamel is so hot.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TL3CA_CoTuI/AAAAAAAAEcg/MVOk657FHUs/s72-c/Life+as+We+Know+It+movie+image+KATHERINE+HEIGL+and+JOSH+DUHAMEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1200569241726145245</id><published>2010-10-13T11:37:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:13:14.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS hall with my girls! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUyq5beoyI/AAAAAAAAEbo/94NoBW_k8DY/s1600/68016_437810810204_643540204_5347578_2738045_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUyq5beoyI/AAAAAAAAEbo/94NoBW_k8DY/s400/68016_437810810204_643540204_5347578_2738045_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527379830219121442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUupDcbldI/AAAAAAAAEaw/nFi6TjNu1M8/s1600/66033_437492620204_643540204_5341080_6261433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUupDcbldI/AAAAAAAAEaw/nFi6TjNu1M8/s400/66033_437492620204_643540204_5341080_6261433_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527375400501220818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUrqAJbjlI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/f4tMqd06Zic/s1600/69003_437810670204_643540204_5347570_5658839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUrqAJbjlI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/f4tMqd06Zic/s400/69003_437810670204_643540204_5347570_5658839_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527372118261206610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUrpUs8j5I/AAAAAAAAEaA/d47RSzc7oHs/s1600/67445_437492385204_643540204_5341073_3619299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUrpUs8j5I/AAAAAAAAEaA/d47RSzc7oHs/s400/67445_437492385204_643540204_5341073_3619299_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527372106599010194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUu7GEGByI/AAAAAAAAEa4/i_FqM_MUCsY/s1600/71622_437490850204_643540204_5341037_8030570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUu7GEGByI/AAAAAAAAEa4/i_FqM_MUCsY/s400/71622_437490850204_643540204_5341037_8030570_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527375710442096418" 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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUrpQdX5PI/AAAAAAAAEaI/8KlVwnxcWYw/s1600/66642_437490770204_643540204_5341036_472853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUrpQdX5PI/AAAAAAAAEaI/8KlVwnxcWYw/s400/66642_437490770204_643540204_5341036_472853_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527372105459950834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUx0a7oATI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/Y4svT1uE6XI/s1600/44947_437491155204_643540204_5341043_6448663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUx0a7oATI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/Y4svT1uE6XI/s400/44947_437491155204_643540204_5341043_6448663_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527378894319518002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUrpAWKIxI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/KO98qnFUOL4/s1600/33603_437491330204_643540204_5341047_7608501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUrpAWKIxI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/KO98qnFUOL4/s400/33603_437491330204_643540204_5341047_7608501_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527372101134721810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clar sis&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUroyVYdiI/AAAAAAAAEZw/8TtSspsP87o/s1600/44926_437487695204_643540204_5340978_3812224_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUroyVYdiI/AAAAAAAAEZw/8TtSspsP87o/s400/44926_437487695204_643540204_5340978_3812224_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527372097373369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUtq6ENuoI/AAAAAAAAEag/9ObLnomiZ5c/s1600/33714_437481510204_643540204_5340708_6083783_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUtq6ENuoI/AAAAAAAAEag/9ObLnomiZ5c/s400/33714_437481510204_643540204_5340708_6083783_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527374332831840898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUxksae8zI/AAAAAAAAEbI/9o_kTPzOSzY/s1600/33610_437481310204_643540204_5340702_1548046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUxksae8zI/AAAAAAAAEbI/9o_kTPzOSzY/s400/33610_437481310204_643540204_5340702_1548046_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527378624134443826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUyD9nqkuI/AAAAAAAAEbY/Pkezyb-_fs0/s1600/67227_437482310204_643540204_5340741_7745662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUyD9nqkuI/AAAAAAAAEbY/Pkezyb-_fs0/s400/67227_437482310204_643540204_5340741_7745662_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527379161329079010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUuX34MnMI/AAAAAAAAEao/msmcums0HRE/s1600/34414_437479415204_643540204_5340614_3369342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUuX34MnMI/AAAAAAAAEao/msmcums0HRE/s400/34414_437479415204_643540204_5340614_3369342_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527375105338678466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUvY_aEWTI/AAAAAAAAEbA/MblzR68PKkM/s1600/67731_437481615204_643540204_5340712_7727539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUvY_aEWTI/AAAAAAAAEbA/MblzR68PKkM/s400/67731_437481615204_643540204_5340712_7727539_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527376224051288370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUyiaOfYYI/AAAAAAAAEbg/bn6KDDaRO_E/s1600/71954_437481930204_643540204_5340729_5126725_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUyiaOfYYI/AAAAAAAAEbg/bn6KDDaRO_E/s400/71954_437481930204_643540204_5340729_5126725_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527379684404191618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU3EBJdnYI/AAAAAAAAEbw/7SlLcecHFmw/s1600/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU3EBJdnYI/AAAAAAAAEbw/7SlLcecHFmw/s400/DSC00308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527384659834281346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was when i was waiting for 43 to srg stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i left house at about 1930, headed to vivo and took bus 10 down oppo keng heng mui or mui heng keng or smth like tt lah, yea oppo some terrace houses and walked in to their halls. got there about 8plus close to 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU5i5ZGaNI/AAAAAAAAEb4/bLLFVlHoEOM/s1600/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU5i5ZGaNI/AAAAAAAAEb4/bLLFVlHoEOM/s400/DSC00310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527387389351586002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went back to clar's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU53nfhRFI/AAAAAAAAEcA/-8zRMKWLpz0/s1600/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU53nfhRFI/AAAAAAAAEcA/-8zRMKWLpz0/s400/DSC00311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527387745323926610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;shir dabao-ed Sheares dinner for me. and im glad its free la(very gian, singaporean what) but it was very nua, with all the zhup inside. i had a few mouthfuls of it in clar's room and threw it away alr. oh and she got me banana too, left it in clar's room, hope she eats it before it attracts unwanted flies! shir went for some cca duty and i was left there with clar and bird and after sometime cy came down from her room. been sucha longggggggggggg time since i last saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know girls being girls, gotta talk talk talk and then we headed for supper at about 10plus 11 at Sheares. they claim Sheares have e best supper, but cy thinks kr one nice also. but we ended up havg it at Sheares lah. ordered some naan bread with chicken and pancakes, shared with clar sis. and she enlightened me whats HCT and CCT. i was like huh?!?!? its their abbrevation for Hot/Cold crysantemum tea, chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we headed to shir's room after that to take mega loads of photos as seen of fb albums. cy had to leave and then the 4 of us went to some corner roof to chat till near 3am before heading back to our rooms. she initially brought us to this lounge but her friends were in there and we were too shy to get in. clar took me in for the night, i thought her room was sooooooo cozy. we bathed, chatted with carena for awhile, chatted awhile more when the lights were out till about 5am and decided that we really needa sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU8oD6uGVI/AAAAAAAAEcI/U_dRJM5II_8/s1600/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU8oD6uGVI/AAAAAAAAEcI/U_dRJM5II_8/s400/DSC00312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527390776611182930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i helped pack her bed in the mrng too! and her current room makes me think of her previous sunglade apartment just oppo zhss. totally feels like her room then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU9Jk-QnBI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/_reTpi9AFcw/s1600/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU9Jk-QnBI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/_reTpi9AFcw/s400/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527391352420080658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU9kRcbhuI/AAAAAAAAEcY/jix5PnbmvIg/s1600/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLU9kRcbhuI/AAAAAAAAEcY/jix5PnbmvIg/s400/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527391811034384098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we got up at 11am the next day. washed up, met bird and shir and they brought me to the arts canteen to have lunchie! had this laksa ytf which was good and value for money too, cheap and nice! there was a longggg queue. we were kuku enough to be there at lunch time where ppl just ended their lessons. we had a long wait for our seats too. and i saw miss tan yanzhen there too! omgness, totally hugged her! we talked awhile and she had to go, promised her we'll gather soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked a little at one of the central area where there was a flea gg on before bird had to leave for tutorial. the weather was soooooooo freaking hot, the 3 of us got back to the hall and i spent the rest of my time with them before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i conclude, if i have the ability, i would so wanna stay in hall. though i know they have HUGEASS commitments, like they gotta join SO MANY THINGS in order to just stay there, but i bet its so fun! like suddenly im staying with so many friends. plus all the deco and notes going around, or when u receive gifts early in the morning at ur doorstep when u wake up, nice (:&lt;br /&gt;ah, but no point for me brooding over it, not possible at all. so what i can do is to go over often to visit them. in the mean time, just gotta suck it up and study hard. least i get to study the course i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time, it was fabulous! (:&lt;br /&gt;love you girls so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1200569241726145245?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1200569241726145245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1200569241726145245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1200569241726145245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1200569241726145245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/10/nus-hall-with-my-girls-d.html' title='NUS hall with my girls! :D'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLUyq5beoyI/AAAAAAAAEbo/94NoBW_k8DY/s72-c/68016_437810810204_643540204_5347578_2738045_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-3803056034010852727</id><published>2010-10-10T13:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:58:04.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youcam craze</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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFT_ixNYcI/AAAAAAAAEZo/4jB1GCet3Z0/s1600/Snapshot_20101010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFT_ixNYcI/AAAAAAAAEZo/4jB1GCet3Z0/s400/Snapshot_20101010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526290568890376642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;test shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFT6YlXOFI/AAAAAAAAEZg/OTG_-76U2b8/s1600/Snapshot_20101010_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFT6YlXOFI/AAAAAAAAEZg/OTG_-76U2b8/s400/Snapshot_20101010_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526290480256989266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wanna show you my newly coloured nails. its like a milky green kinda colour. bf says look like poster colour. but me likey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFT1CYQpeI/AAAAAAAAEZY/1pAzKLpTfIU/s1600/Snapshot_20101010_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFT1CYQpeI/AAAAAAAAEZY/1pAzKLpTfIU/s400/Snapshot_20101010_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526290388397106658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the previous pic, my eyes look like one patch black so decided to take another one. its from the Face shop. cheap and good i'd say. dries out quite evenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTufMESQI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/XK0B7qqdJVo/s1600/Snapshot_20101010_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTufMESQI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/XK0B7qqdJVo/s400/Snapshot_20101010_6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526290275871508738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i decided to try on my geeky specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTog26_ZI/AAAAAAAAEZI/j_a7aTAFTGM/s1600/Snapshot_20101010_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTog26_ZI/AAAAAAAAEZI/j_a7aTAFTGM/s400/Snapshot_20101010_7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526290173240475026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTkZZczwI/AAAAAAAAEZA/J8_La5JWOzw/s1600/Snapshot_20101010_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTkZZczwI/AAAAAAAAEZA/J8_La5JWOzw/s400/Snapshot_20101010_8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526290102518337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTemguV1I/AAAAAAAAEY4/pv2RYVSIEcE/s1600/Snapshot_20101010_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTemguV1I/AAAAAAAAEY4/pv2RYVSIEcE/s400/Snapshot_20101010_16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526290002959292242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and you can see my chubby cheeks from this angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTZcGRReI/AAAAAAAAEYw/cRqfQuPLvn4/s1600/Snapshot_20101010_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTZcGRReI/AAAAAAAAEYw/cRqfQuPLvn4/s400/Snapshot_20101010_22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526289914264634850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh and i wanna show you the blue contacts i'm wearing. loving it ttm. i think blue suits me much more than the brown one i tried. yes i know i'm chinese, but i always love to tell ppl that my great grandmother is 1/4 angmoh. HAHAHAHA! great, yes i know i can never be mixed-blood. ehhh, teochew mix hokkien counted anot ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTSU_HfnI/AAAAAAAAEYo/x0xddOrw61c/s1600/Snapshot_20101010_1+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFTSU_HfnI/AAAAAAAAEYo/x0xddOrw61c/s400/Snapshot_20101010_1+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526289792096501362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is turbo boy beside me while im typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;the above pics are from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-3803056034010852727?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/3803056034010852727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=3803056034010852727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3803056034010852727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3803056034010852727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/10/youcam-craze.html' title='youcam craze'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TLFT_ixNYcI/AAAAAAAAEZo/4jB1GCet3Z0/s72-c/Snapshot_20101010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1394902130066446855</id><published>2010-10-07T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:56:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's something till now, i can't fully get over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i not make it into a local uni, why on earth did i fcukingly gt an E for maths and physics, why on earth did i not work hard enough for it. no, i'm pretty sure i did give my all at the last lap, but i guess my best still isn't the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like almost all of my freinds are in the unis.&lt;br /&gt;please girls if you all are seeing this, i wanna do a shoutout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DAMN DOWNRIGHT UBER EFFING FREAKING MISS &lt;u&gt;ALL OF YOU&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 4E3clique: clar bird cy shir, only the 6 of us: eunice kell baox joey &amp;amp; coach, my ny girls: pris pinli hq and the rest, my 0833 clique: xw xz peiyu irene yz. my besties: yt pr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so so many things i wanna tell u guys about.&lt;br /&gt;now i understand why they always say treasure the bonds during the younger years, i dunno whats good and bad out here in society these days. why are pple out there hurting one another. i dont have a clue at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the saying goes, you'll never treasure what you have till its gone.&lt;br /&gt;girls, i miss you all sooooooooo much. ))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1394902130066446855?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1394902130066446855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1394902130066446855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1394902130066446855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1394902130066446855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-something-till-now-i-cant-fully-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-9096487697962113711</id><published>2010-09-27T15:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:59:22.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weekend was a great one with baby((:&lt;br /&gt;no, we didn't catch F1(the most exciting thing ongoing on the island), or celebrated lantern festival (but we got to catch fireworks from the bedroom window!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to SIM open house on Sat afternoon, met baby and his friends there. awwww i so miss campus life can! seeing cca boards and activities ongoing, plus not forgetting, checking out chicks and dudes! opps. hehe. but yea, that's part of campus life WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was off to dinner at ps kopitiam! yummy yumyum indo bbq. but they always run out veges, hmm i dunno why. and when baby asked how long do we need to wait for them, she said '2 hours' !! wtf?! 2 hours to cook that pot of freaking cabbage and carrots, need what special way of cooking man?! so suck it up, their food is too nice, can't be bothered to argue. they win hands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got pyjamas and inner wear at cotton on lingerie section, it's cheap and comfy. but girls, gotta try out their lingerie. some look good but don't fit well, so i guess its much to each and indiv. i saw real nice ones, cheap too, but when i tried them out, i look FLATTT. pffft. like i know that i'm not really endowed, but i didn't needa look like an airplane runway too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next stop,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @ Clementi!!&lt;br /&gt;decided to head there before back to baby's place. pls don't tell me how much calories is there in that cuppa of drink. i'm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; totally in love&lt;/span&gt; with their hazelnut milktea. i usually get it at 0% sugar, the size of the cup depends on my mood. love love love love love.&lt;br /&gt;know,at first, pple were going mad talking about KOI and i thought what so interesting about it man, just normal bubble tea, and why on earth pple would wanna queue so long just for a cup of drink?! my craze for it before i went tw was subtle, but these few mths, i am crazy over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TKBN0J48rbI/AAAAAAAAEYY/aol9HVrt4SA/s1600/tumblr_l6ud2sor4a1qbcck4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 516px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TKBN0J48rbI/AAAAAAAAEYY/aol9HVrt4SA/s400/tumblr_l6ud2sor4a1qbcck4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521498701559541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://172.31.254.241/25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6ud2sor4a1qbcck4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that day, we tabao-ed home 2 huge cups of hazelnut milktea, and had it while watching 'bounty hunter' in the room. awesome. yummms ttm. the only i don't really like about KOI is that they have wayyyyyyyyyyyy too much pearls. i'd prefer a little lesser pearls and drinking up more of the awesomeness in the tea. oh, its like heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reality, was out running this morning and i certainly felt the extra weight on me, the jiggling of fats in all the wrong places. thighs, butt, arms, stomach. must be due to the bad eating habits for the past days. just ate whatever and whenever i felt like.&lt;br /&gt;mostly carbo-loading meals like fried rice and wanton mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh talking about wanton mee. i'm in love with wanton mee these days i have no idea why too. number1 on my list is still FEP pontian. and the most value for money, was the one i had with baby near his wrkplace at the cbd area. this huge plate of wanton mee for just $3 i couldn't even finish, plus a bowl of soup with abt 10 pieces of wanton in it! no wonder ppl were willing to queue for it! and i'm still one the lookout to find nice wanton mee..... hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, no matter how much ppl are telling me as long as you exercise, it doesn't matter how much or what you eat. i beg to differ, it does matter. yes, the sinful stuffs still do find a place in my diet, just gotta be kept to a bare minimal and load up on fruits and veges. i'm writing down my food intake in my organizer to keep track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-9096487697962113711?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/9096487697962113711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=9096487697962113711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/9096487697962113711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/9096487697962113711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekend-was-great-one-with-baby-no-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TKBN0J48rbI/AAAAAAAAEYY/aol9HVrt4SA/s72-c/tumblr_l6ud2sor4a1qbcck4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8142411086778037248</id><published>2010-09-21T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:31:54.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJer1u-7eJI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/uIhZjo8uIlA/s1600/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJer1u-7eJI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/uIhZjo8uIlA/s400/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519068807999223954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where should i start from or what should i say, i just so deeply wanna say i'm sorry when i saw that last msg, despite all the shoutings over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what happened, how it all became like this. i was so caught up with school, my classmates and you're working. plus all events are so packed inbtwn i feel like i need a breather. the last thing i want is to be asked to be a 'sweet-er' girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am. for what happen all these times, don't need to tell me my phonecalls sound monotonous, even i can feel it too. you were right, i was calling for the sake of doing so, just because i felt the need to just because i'm your gf. it's difficult, just difficult to think of so many things at the same time, but i didn't want it to affect our relationship. maybe it's just me, when i'm studying i can't incorporate much other stuffs. like i just can't multi-task learning the buyers' decision process while thinking how should i send a sweet message to my bf.  so i thought the best thing was still to call every night, maybe it was still something to tide me over this period. least did i know you'd feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as time pass from too much into the notes and other ongoing stuffs like chinese web radio classes, planning of after-exam activities(courses and activities to spend my 1 mth of hols), it just suddenly feel like you're someone i call every night to report my daily happenings. plus, it doesn't help when you react back a negative way, just because its how you feel and its subconscious and you can't help it. so it all goes down down down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think i feel bad deep down inside too, when i see all my friends saying how nice their relationship is. its when i feel like there's smth missing in mine. like how ryan misses her bf just 3wks into bmt, and she talks, blogs and tweet about it almost always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa get over this phrase, i needa find back the feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8142411086778037248?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8142411086778037248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8142411086778037248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8142411086778037248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8142411086778037248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-know-where-should-i-start-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJer1u-7eJI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/uIhZjo8uIlA/s72-c/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8358423411572665712</id><published>2010-09-17T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:42:27.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the torture over in another 11 hours</title><content type='html'>i surrender, i don't need an angmoh.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need chace crawford anymore, he seems too far fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJLjdzD0N0I/AAAAAAAAEYI/Tpp611LwBMI/s1600/163108694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 554px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJLjdzD0N0I/AAAAAAAAEYI/Tpp611LwBMI/s400/163108694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517722594544203586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want now is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried replacing my current pretty miranda kerr's wallpaper to his face but i realized i can't concentrate on my notes that way. i'll change to his pic in another 11 hours time, when i have all the time in the world to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sad case. i know him but he doesn't know me. shitloads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8358423411572665712?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8358423411572665712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8358423411572665712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8358423411572665712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8358423411572665712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/torture-over-in-another-11-hours.html' title='the torture over in another 11 hours'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJLjdzD0N0I/AAAAAAAAEYI/Tpp611LwBMI/s72-c/163108694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1489142918269895299</id><published>2010-09-15T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:04:07.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJAoPqM9mmI/AAAAAAAAEYA/6PdqUutYv2s/s1600/paggee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJAoPqM9mmI/AAAAAAAAEYA/6PdqUutYv2s/s400/paggee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516953793020664418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is aching like mad from ytd's weeee bit of exercise. ooooooo ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i needa get out of bed like real soon. gotta study study study!the rainy weather is not helping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long awaited exams starts freaking tmrw! and there's still the dj class thingy going on tonight. luckily the exam's in the night, at the very least, i still have like the whole morning and afternoon to memorize the last bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my throat hurts i have no idea why. must be my dad. he freaking woke me up this morning by saying some lame stuffs so i shouted back. hello, don't wake someone up by shouting those stupid things, you're just pushing your luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1489142918269895299?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1489142918269895299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1489142918269895299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1489142918269895299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1489142918269895299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-more-day.html' title='one more day.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TJAoPqM9mmI/AAAAAAAAEYA/6PdqUutYv2s/s72-c/paggee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-5206298690672284562</id><published>2010-09-11T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:09:48.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me this isn't happening</title><content type='html'>this is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Will Gap Teeth Become the Next Big Fashion Trend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);" href="http://newsfeed.time.com/2010/09/10/will-gap-teeth-become-the-next-big-fashion-trend/#ixzz0zBNFcDjt"&gt;http://newsfeed.time.com/2010/09/10/will-gap-teeth-become-the-next-big-fashion-trend/#ixzz0zBNFcDjt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);" href="http://newsfeed.time.com/2010/09/10/will-gap-teeth-become-the-next-big-fashion-trend/#ixzz0zBNFcDjt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are crazy!! i'm spending thousands for dollars to get a perfect set of teeth and they wanna make this a trend. and if people do actually go to the orthodontist to gap their teeth, they must be really insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, gapped teeth, IS NOT NICE AT ALL. period. pfffttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-5206298690672284562?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/5206298690672284562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=5206298690672284562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5206298690672284562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5206298690672284562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/tell-me-this-isnt-happening.html' title='tell me this isn&apos;t happening'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8581948616603179061</id><published>2010-09-11T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:23:18.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving e lappy cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIpobfqhg1I/AAAAAAAAEXw/cZb5iXAonyU/s1600/page1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIpobfqhg1I/AAAAAAAAEXw/cZb5iXAonyU/s400/page1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515335515234206546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIpoOJtk02I/AAAAAAAAEXo/aKyXTRf423Q/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIpoOJtk02I/AAAAAAAAEXo/aKyXTRf423Q/s400/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515335286003127138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a good day, didn't exercise plus had macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with baby, watched grown ups, bought a new nail polish colour from face shop and a new VS body spritz. therefore, still, a happy girl nonetheless ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8581948616603179061?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8581948616603179061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8581948616603179061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8581948616603179061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8581948616603179061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/loving-e-lappy-cam.html' title='loving e lappy cam'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIpobfqhg1I/AAAAAAAAEXw/cZb5iXAonyU/s72-c/page1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8876878959441756686</id><published>2010-09-09T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:50:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIhJuU_Y7JI/AAAAAAAAEXg/PMoMZaRvD-g/s1600/DSC002961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIhJuU_Y7JI/AAAAAAAAEXg/PMoMZaRvD-g/s400/DSC002961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514738803972566162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still going strong, must not let this flame die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting a lil crrazy, i'm jogging twice in less than 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;but the rain ytd morning was to blame. i shall set my target now: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be 50kgs by my 21st birthday.&lt;/span&gt; oooooo, or it would be better if i can achieve that before my 20th!! well, i don't think it's impossible, there's still another, like 5months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being 56, still, is a success to me.&lt;br /&gt;was my heaviest last year during a'div period at 62 i think. i always always gain during the tournament season, happened during b'div as well. i guess i didn't control that much and it just feels like since i'm exercising so much, just eat all i want. i wouldn't say i was fat then lah, bulkier is the word. of course, i can't compare to all those skinny pple, they never fail me make me ultra jealous of their body. till i achieve that, i'll continue staring at pretty legs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slurps*&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bathe and meeting my classmates ltr for lunch. we're having indian cuisine today! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8876878959441756686?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8876878959441756686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8876878959441756686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8876878959441756686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8876878959441756686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIhJuU_Y7JI/AAAAAAAAEXg/PMoMZaRvD-g/s72-c/DSC002961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1487994254390020814</id><published>2010-09-08T12:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:23:32.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rainy rainy morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIcPthWXK1I/AAAAAAAAEXY/A3hwl_sEGKw/s1600/500767899_323b1db527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIcPthWXK1I/AAAAAAAAEXY/A3hwl_sEGKw/s400/500767899_323b1db527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514393543459154770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got up to a rainy rainy morning, or should i say afternoon, since its already 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so refuse to get up, i just wanna snuggle deep into my comforter. it's uber shiokness. but this isn't good, i gotta study. how to when the weather's like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get up, it's one of the few times i need super brain power to psycho myself out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;it's just too nice to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i'll jog in the evening, plan must go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1487994254390020814?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1487994254390020814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1487994254390020814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1487994254390020814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1487994254390020814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-rainy-morning.html' title='a rainy rainy morning'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIcPthWXK1I/AAAAAAAAEXY/A3hwl_sEGKw/s72-c/500767899_323b1db527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-866702575753169298</id><published>2010-09-07T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:46:05.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIWmsIPIIiI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/TbvfgvspQTw/s1600/Snapshot_20100907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIWmsIPIIiI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/TbvfgvspQTw/s400/Snapshot_20100907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513996595840426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never underestimate the power of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;april myra and i made a pact last night on twitter that we will start jogging and dieting together. tadah, i went jogging, just. it was a bad day to run cause of all the joss papers burning downstairs, nevertheless i feel accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm determined to jog everyday from now and back to my healthy way of living((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-866702575753169298?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/866702575753169298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=866702575753169298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/866702575753169298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/866702575753169298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/motivation.html' title='motivation'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIWmsIPIIiI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/TbvfgvspQTw/s72-c/Snapshot_20100907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8665423418287109830</id><published>2010-09-06T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:01:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing rainy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TITQdIRoZUI/AAAAAAAAEXI/nCGmNgc2yuU/s1600/Snapshot_20100906_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TITQdIRoZUI/AAAAAAAAEXI/nCGmNgc2yuU/s400/Snapshot_20100906_6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513761042664547650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how rainy days ignite emotions, be it happy or sad ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happy ones consist of the lovey-dovey feeling, imagining a couple cuddling under the sheets together or it could be a lovely memory of a guy and a girl taking shelter together, not knowing that there's gonna be so much more in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad ones need not be said in detail, just so you see how gloomy the sky is and you feel all being mocked at, when the raindrops feels just like the tears you cried, feels as if your pain has been enlarged on a bigger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained on the bus ride home, i looked at my phone and i saw the date. and so just nice my ipod decided to play&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'everything i do, i do it for you.'&lt;/span&gt;. wow. suddenly, there was so much running through my mind. i typed so many things out, yet i deleted all of them again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered it was a monday, that very day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8665423418287109830?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8665423418287109830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8665423418287109830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8665423418287109830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8665423418287109830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/amazing-rainy-days.html' title='amazing rainy days'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TITQdIRoZUI/AAAAAAAAEXI/nCGmNgc2yuU/s72-c/Snapshot_20100906_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1253065205038844821</id><published>2010-09-03T22:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:52:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of sem 1.</title><content type='html'>its amazing how fast a semester has past.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno where should i start from. well, then i shall start recalling since the very first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a morning lesson, 9am, media tech.&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited the day before i couldn't sleep, ended up waking at 0750. freaked out and luckily, dad send me to school. bought mineral water oppo sch cheers and a lady asked me where i got my hair cut, so random. got into class at 0850, sat there till 0900, excitingly waiting to see people, but no one was around -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking, the paper stated, class starts at 9 right! don't tell me i'm in the wrong class or i came the wrong day. i was panicking, i rang the admin office downstairs, they assured me i'm in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i waited and waited, i rmbed i sat at the corner of the 2nd row on the right facing the whiteboard. then, a girl wearing a pink top with black leggings and high cut shoes came in, i smiled at her and she smiled back. i rmbed smsing baby tellg him i finally see someone! guess who people, that's April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIENc-BNjSI/AAAAAAAAEVg/fA9_n_YyTJU/s1600/P8200935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIENc-BNjSI/AAAAAAAAEVg/fA9_n_YyTJU/s400/P8200935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512702210213776674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sat 2nd row on the left, just parallel to me. and then more people started walking in, i dunno if ms pam came in first or some others. Ms Pamela Wildheart, our lecturer came in with a BANG. i was dumbfounded. my lecturer for the next few weeks actually looks like this, O.M.G, jaw-dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in a red coat with black stockings, red high heels and red earrings. not to mention her BOOMZ blonde short crop which is ever so styled upwards, i wonder how much stuff is being used in there, and she'll keep touching it throughout class.&lt;br /&gt;so she gave us a though intro of herself on the very first day, i rmbed coming home to view her website and even telling everyone at home about it. like how my lecturer is a rockstar who has her own album and concert and was a dj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour passed into her lecture, she allowed us for a break. everyone just sat at their seats, no one move, it was hilarious. everyone was so tensed up, you could literally feel the tension in the room. okay, maybe for the newbies like us who did not have a single soul to talk to. i was freezing in the room, i badly needed the loo, plus i wanted to make friends. so, i turned behind, there she was, Xinying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to get hot drinks after toilet, it was then i realized the vending machine actually sells hot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;milo at only 40cents a cup&lt;/span&gt;!! omg, tts cheap lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class ended and we had to stay back for some orientation we wished badly it was fun, but it just turned out to be a boring boring boring talk about rules and other stuffs, i rmbed i nearly fell aslp, zzz. so before that, xy april and i went over oppo school for lunch. i had the ytf, april had charsiew roast pork rice and xy had this udon soup thingy if i'm not wrong. that's so much for day 1, we bid goodbye and left, without even exchanging hp numbers. i felt so anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, april and i sat together in class. can't remember much after that, but just that i was still so excited to see what pamela wears to class everyday. i rmbed staring at her fake lashes. it's interesting, her whole personality and all. and then she gave us our groupings on the third day for group assignment, it was when i met mr abraham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs630.snc4/58987_428614336119_631941119_5690177_4621748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 354px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs630.snc4/58987_428614336119_631941119_5690177_4621748_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find other pics, it's the only pic i have with abraham. isn't that sad when he's my groupmate for both modules this sem!!! this was taken last night at the yacht club with myra, ryan and april. but no worries, i'm gonna take more this coming 18th and 19th. we're gonna have our class outings, which coincides with his bday too! nice me am gonna plan an awesome party, of course with the help of others, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, back to my story.&lt;br /&gt;that very day, pamela asked us to start brainstorming with our groupmates what are we gonna do. terence is in our group too, but we didn't contact till some time later when he was coming to class more often. rmbed telling abra i was going to be away for tw so i'll send him bits and pieces of idea before i leave. then again, i didn't. i felt so bad. other groups were talking non stop about what they were gonna do, but we just sat there, both of us trying to know more about one another, nothing about the project at all. we just couldn't come up with anything on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about this media proj, we didn't had any idea till the very last week before the presentation day. pther groups were alr doing the finishing touches by then and we were like just having our very first meeting. we had hiccups midway, didn't agree with what we thought we would do. change of plans, and it did turn out great!! got a 18/20, i'm so so so proud of us(((: alot of credit to abraham, who's the mastermind behind this whole thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the video link: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/video/video.php?v=464960482106&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/video/video.php?v=464960482106&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help looking at myself, i think i look ridiculous, i haven't watch it yet though. maybe i'll watch it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stuffs happened when i came back from tw. i was like huh huh huh, totally lost track from everything and everyone. they had their marketing group ready and i was a lost sheep. luckily, i asked april if i could join their group and they agreed. i could say i had the best of groups in both modules, v thankful indeed(:&lt;br /&gt;stuffs that weren't very nice, from fb fights to confrontations to sarcasm in class, i'm glad that all are things of the past. i look forward to the next sem without all these bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our marketing presentation was great too!!our group got the highest, 19/20!&lt;br /&gt;it was when i gotta know Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEc-SYkK4I/AAAAAAAAEVo/qISjM9oYYrs/s1600/P8200910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEc-SYkK4I/AAAAAAAAEVo/qISjM9oYYrs/s400/P8200910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512719275290536834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i envy her body, if only there's something called copy and paste. she's the same height as me but more than over 10kgs lighter! faints. i openly tell everyone, esp abra i like her legs. *WOOTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow or another, Ryan here becomes some CEO and abra's 'love interest'.&lt;br /&gt;we like making fun of them though it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; not be real, i think they are fun to look at together, hahaha. ryan has BIG BOOBIES. i don't deny i look at them. if i'm a guy, i'll probably be a hugeass tikopeh. love slim legs and big boobs. woots, i mean, who doesn't!!! and i like the way she draws her eyeliner. it's super chio, i don't think i can ever do it ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs196.ash2/45910_427281901119_631941119_5661553_8014573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 379px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs196.ash2/45910_427281901119_631941119_5661553_8014573_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs435.snc4/47840_428896111189_573041189_5682419_1014858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 387px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs435.snc4/47840_428896111189_573041189_5682419_1014858_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEjvyIUzfI/AAAAAAAAEWA/F8MlzlrykzE/s1600/44471_427280741119_631941119_5661517_2756243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEjvyIUzfI/AAAAAAAAEWA/F8MlzlrykzE/s400/44471_427280741119_631941119_5661517_2756243_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512726722695712242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEgrlmUIII/AAAAAAAAEVw/dfcHlqQ1DA4/s1600/P8200934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEgrlmUIII/AAAAAAAAEVw/dfcHlqQ1DA4/s400/P8200934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512723352077475970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there're still alot of my amazing classmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs198.ash2/46092_427283541119_631941119_5661609_3756673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs198.ash2/46092_427283541119_631941119_5661609_3756673_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there's tony in white, myra beside me, kevin the one in bunny ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEjIjsy-mI/AAAAAAAAEV4/8diMeYkYp7Y/s1600/46094_427282261119_631941119_5661567_6842150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEjIjsy-mI/AAAAAAAAEV4/8diMeYkYp7Y/s400/46094_427282261119_631941119_5661567_6842150_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512726048807254626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEj54BLDkI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/rLfmYJ5sLYE/s1600/47144_427282171119_631941119_5661563_6829921_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEj54BLDkI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/rLfmYJ5sLYE/s400/47144_427282171119_631941119_5661563_6829921_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512726896075017794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEj1b-lHkI/AAAAAAAAEWI/2t-5WC5yzh8/s1600/46068_427282216119_631941119_5661565_956089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEj1b-lHkI/AAAAAAAAEWI/2t-5WC5yzh8/s400/46068_427282216119_631941119_5661565_956089_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512726819828473410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEkyjMCoEI/AAAAAAAAEWY/Vg2re2WE79c/s1600/40370_424438131119_631941119_5581668_1940479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIEkyjMCoEI/AAAAAAAAEWY/Vg2re2WE79c/s400/40370_424438131119_631941119_5581668_1940479_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512727869736001602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such cute classmates, how am i suppose to not miss class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all our koi sessions, plus after sch hangouts. its only a day without you guys around and i don't feel right alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasn't been a great few months for me personally but you guys are the ones who'll always brighten my day no matter what. it's why i want to go school, where i can totally take my mind off every other thing else. love you guys ttm! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it's to study hard for both papers 16th and 17th, and then we'll party hard on the 18th then bbq on the 19th! so looking forward to everything(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1253065205038844821?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1253065205038844821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1253065205038844821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1253065205038844821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1253065205038844821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-day-of-sem-1.html' title='last day of sem 1.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TIENc-BNjSI/AAAAAAAAEVg/fA9_n_YyTJU/s72-c/P8200935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1117614808186976081</id><published>2010-09-01T08:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:43:41.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll never forget.</title><content type='html'>i never knew some words hurt this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can say all the things you want in the world to me and i wouldn't be bothered, but when such things come from the mouth of someone who created you, it fucking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please people, please find out how much fucking effort is being put into waking up at 0730, cause you know that the particular person leaves house at 0800, to prepare breakfast. it is never something spontaneous, it has to be planned. from the buying of ingredients to the setting of the alarm to wake up at that time, to the thoughts the person has before she goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't need to make, i don't want, i don't need you to make all these when you can't grant what i want. i'm am not happy at all, no use."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you wake up, rush to wash up,  get to the kitchen, lay out the ingredients and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAM,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you've been punk'd!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these, to someone you created just because of another outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to tell you how it fucking hurts,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no one&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nothing&lt;/span&gt; could heal this. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1117614808186976081?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1117614808186976081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1117614808186976081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1117614808186976081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1117614808186976081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-never-forget.html' title='i&apos;ll never forget.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4399380259107725329</id><published>2010-09-01T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:05:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling relief.</title><content type='html'>only left with the weekend tv programming assignment, and we're free from all assignments!!&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i only slept for 2 hours ytd, from 0230 to 0430, and many of us burnt e midnight candle too. myra who usually sleeps at 2200 sharp daily, only slept 1.5hours in total, more imba than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a zombie-fied class in the noon. the koi we got before class didn't really help much. it was like a sudden sugar rush and we all died out. we all survived though, preparing essay outlines, only abra gg, he fell aslp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing is just gotta study for e 2 upcoming ppr during the week break. i'm sure we'll all do well(: the lecturers have been giving so much hint in class, esp PoMarketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more or less, gotten our marks back for most assignments, except for the report we handed in this mrng.&lt;br /&gt;PoM presentation- 19/20&lt;br /&gt;media tech indiv - 18/20&lt;br /&gt;media tech drama - 18/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha the drama we did ytd was totally fun, i enjoyed myself though i was soooo nervous. well, hope e recording gets uploaded soon, thou i always feel weird hearing my own voice. and i wanna say, love you guys ttm!! *hugs to abra and terence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd say i'm being very lucky, being in very cooperative groups for both modules. the good side of it, its my first sem and it has been a great experience. the not so good side, it totally spoils market, i dunno what to expect if i don't get groups as good as this sem in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always be my baby&lt;/span&gt; by mariah carey on repeat, nights world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4399380259107725329?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4399380259107725329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4399380259107725329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4399380259107725329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4399380259107725329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/09/feeling-relief.html' title='feeling relief.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6244529727111807828</id><published>2010-08-29T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:06:07.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love miranda kerr &amp; chace crawford</title><content type='html'>i don't know how it went but abra and i were talking and then suddenly i was googling for thier pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSANELY PRETTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freshnews.in/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Miranda-Kerr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.freshnews.in/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/Miranda-Kerr1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pspgamesthemes.com/psp-images/2009/07/Miranda-Kerr-PSP-Theme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.pspgamesthemes.com/psp-images/2009/07/Miranda-Kerr-PSP-Theme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00514/Miranda_Kerr_514219a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 472px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00514/Miranda_Kerr_514219a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media1.santabanta.com/full3/global%20celebrities%28f%29/miranda%20kerr/miranda-kerr-2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 285px;" src="http://media1.santabanta.com/full3/global%20celebrities%28f%29/miranda%20kerr/miranda-kerr-2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS50B5P_pG46Na-up_HNKwvrJ1RK5urPGuwFJzKRQ7ghBejs6Y&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__9NkjIf9gcA8_hFe_OF2VPJJ3l0I="&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 261px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS50B5P_pG46Na-up_HNKwvrJ1RK5urPGuwFJzKRQ7ghBejs6Y&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__9NkjIf9gcA8_hFe_OF2VPJJ3l0I=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.safm.com.au/2008/05/07/15802/600x400-ENT-MirandaKerr26-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 297px;" src="http://images.safm.com.au/2008/05/07/15802/600x400-ENT-MirandaKerr26-600x400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Miranda-Kerr-lingerie-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 490px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Miranda-Kerr-lingerie-18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fashionisingpictures.net/photoshoots/MirandaKerrFlare2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 414px;" src="http://www.fashionisingpictures.net/photoshoots/MirandaKerrFlare2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.zap2it.com/thedishrag/miranda-kerr-gq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://blog.zap2it.com/thedishrag/miranda-kerr-gq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INSANELY HANDSOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/chace-crawford-gap-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 492px;" src="http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/chace-crawford-gap-ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2008/05/chace-crawford-khaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2008/05/chace-crawford-khaki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chaceconline.com/gallery/albums/appearances/2007/mercedez/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 660px;" src="http://chaceconline.com/gallery/albums/appearances/2007/mercedez/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/9bgJdB06nnask24lHHV1R4qgo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 480px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/9bgJdB06nnask24lHHV1R4qgo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mind if i have more pics of miranda kerr, i may have innate lesbo instincts.&lt;br /&gt;and those who know me, she's has been on my hp wallpaper since who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you not love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*DROOLS AND FAINTS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6244529727111807828?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6244529727111807828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6244529727111807828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6244529727111807828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6244529727111807828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-miranda-kerr-chace-crawford.html' title='i love miranda kerr &amp; chace crawford'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7154303426371109224</id><published>2010-08-27T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:48:21.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to do and so lil time</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;study for btt (tmrw)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 radio assignments &amp;amp; to complete and practice media tech report and script (sunday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;marketing indiv report(tues)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;amp;^^%$#$%!@#!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7154303426371109224?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7154303426371109224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7154303426371109224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7154303426371109224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7154303426371109224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-to-do-and-so-lil-time.html' title='so much to do and so lil time'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4895991293350501380</id><published>2010-08-25T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:45:53.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(part of) my lovely classmates (:</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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUaqWFK0mI/AAAAAAAAEVA/5718gGOi82k/s1600/P8100859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUaqWFK0mI/AAAAAAAAEVA/5718gGOi82k/s400/P8100859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509339033941758562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is kevin, he's mixed blood. and this's his fav pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUaXfG4g7I/AAAAAAAAEU4/0wKM4Q5_2SM/s1600/P8100858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUaXfG4g7I/AAAAAAAAEU4/0wKM4Q5_2SM/s400/P8100858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509338709947351986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that's kevin again, abraham - my groupmate in both projects and myra, also mixed blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUZsarSwXI/AAAAAAAAEUw/RIVJlREib38/s1600/P8100857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUZsarSwXI/AAAAAAAAEUw/RIVJlREib38/s400/P8100857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509337970023514482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is skinny skinny nicole, i'm so so so envious. why isnt god fair. i so wanna copy and paste her body on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUbF4zO0XI/AAAAAAAAEVI/NVhsNTTan9w/s1600/P8100861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUbF4zO0XI/AAAAAAAAEVI/NVhsNTTan9w/s400/P8100861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509339507118231922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUc7vnZsjI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/HcFZcHN124k/s1600/P81208891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUc7vnZsjI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/HcFZcHN124k/s400/P81208891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509341531877257778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class have been fun these days.&lt;br /&gt;we have been up to wearing certain clothes to school on certain days. so far, it has been maxi dress and high heels. i see my lovely classmates almost everyday, lectures and project work. at last, more or less, arguments and tiffs in class are settled, i see happier people now. and as we get to know one another better, the class gets less tense as compared to the cold cold room on day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely, no regrets(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4895991293350501380?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4895991293350501380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4895991293350501380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4895991293350501380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4895991293350501380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/part-of-my-lovely-classmates.html' title='(part of) my lovely classmates (:'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/THUaqWFK0mI/AAAAAAAAEVA/5718gGOi82k/s72-c/P8100859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6739737944657881650</id><published>2010-08-19T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:33:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>tmrw is PoMarketing groupie presentation.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be up early tmrw to get my 5mins worth of speech written on cards, point form of course and meet them for rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave in to temptation, promised myself i'll only buy mag to read after tmrw's presentation but as i was waiting for bus home just now, i bought elle. the new sept issue was looking me right in the face, it was soooooo difficult to walk off without it. plus, i was so bored at the bustop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been late nights and kinda early morning, average of 5 hours of sleep a day is giving me headache. i just downed panadol. off to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before tt, i just feel like posting a big face of myself. or maybe 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGwKCMd7wMI/AAAAAAAAEUo/HEPvEr3VUIQ/s1600/P7310786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGwKCMd7wMI/AAAAAAAAEUo/HEPvEr3VUIQ/s400/P7310786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506787477190066370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGwH8YMnYAI/AAAAAAAAEUg/j5y0yPbJRz4/s1600/P8050849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGwH8YMnYAI/AAAAAAAAEUg/j5y0yPbJRz4/s400/P8050849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506785178236182530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns, nights world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6739737944657881650?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6739737944657881650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6739737944657881650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6739737944657881650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6739737944657881650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGwKCMd7wMI/AAAAAAAAEUo/HEPvEr3VUIQ/s72-c/P7310786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-319611194034081174</id><published>2010-08-17T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:49:16.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am gonna have huggee eyebags.</title><content type='html'>it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.46am&lt;/span&gt; now, i'm just done with my 2000words report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my collage is still halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what time am i gonna wake up to complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-319611194034081174?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/319611194034081174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=319611194034081174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/319611194034081174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/319611194034081174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-gonna-have-huggee-eyebags.html' title='i am gonna have huggee eyebags.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7860124147571443394</id><published>2010-08-16T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:53:09.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its gonna be a tough few weeks.</title><content type='html'>i've just finished the picture part of my 10 page collage. but now i'm confused of the instructions, like she keeps saying, do what ever you like, up to your own creativity. but now that i go back to read the assignment sheet, it states that i need 2 different stuff, a collage and a report. but its like so kuku, if i'm gonna write the report, it'll almost be the same thing, just rewriting all over again just in a different format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i'll just ask her during lesson tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next few weeks are all PACKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming tues - media tech indiv collage + report (?)&lt;br /&gt;thurs - PoMarketing group presentation.&lt;br /&gt;next week - PoM indiv marketing indiv report + BTT!!&lt;br /&gt;following week - skit for media tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting that we still have weekend classes at SMA for the next 3 weeks. (AHHHHH, 7days of school is no joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final exam timetable for this 2 modules are also in , 16 and 17 sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna just say, ahmituofo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7860124147571443394?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7860124147571443394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7860124147571443394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7860124147571443394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7860124147571443394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-gonna-be-tough-few-weeks.html' title='its gonna be a tough few weeks.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1866629326286503177</id><published>2010-08-13T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:29:12.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make an exchange for time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGQuVtCtgbI/AAAAAAAAEUY/-uao0W4XT1U/s1600/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGQuVtCtgbI/AAAAAAAAEUY/-uao0W4XT1U/s400/Collages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504575594956685746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;media tech discussion in sch, not very productive, a lil here and there.&lt;br /&gt;funny videos on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;aircon in sma still as cold as ever.&lt;br /&gt;a very very full dinner at seoul garden after surviving only on a piece of bread the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;wacky and funny classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;effing needa start on my own indiv media tech proj when i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1866629326286503177?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1866629326286503177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1866629326286503177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1866629326286503177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1866629326286503177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/make-exchange-for-time.html' title='make an exchange for time.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGQuVtCtgbI/AAAAAAAAEUY/-uao0W4XT1U/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4859021077799700195</id><published>2010-08-12T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:47:34.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGLiH_NVddI/AAAAAAAAEUI/f82dKLniCgs/s1600/VeryTired_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGLiH_NVddI/AAAAAAAAEUI/f82dKLniCgs/s400/VeryTired_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504210321454495186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on the part of my project for the whole time since i got up.&lt;br /&gt;feels like i haven't completed much but time is ticking away and it's already late into the night, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my eyes are closing&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH. bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more ppt slides and i've still gotta write up my script. but i think i'll send it to abraham to see what he thinks of it first. and then i'll write my script when stuffs are about finalize, maybe 2 days later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4859021077799700195?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4859021077799700195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4859021077799700195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4859021077799700195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4859021077799700195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-to-sleep.html' title='i want to sleep.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGLiH_NVddI/AAAAAAAAEUI/f82dKLniCgs/s72-c/VeryTired_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-5353484138467631991</id><published>2010-08-11T12:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:35:08.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assignments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGI9OIErAhI/AAAAAAAAET4/HiSS5OiZ_0Y/s1600/P7280698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGI9OIErAhI/AAAAAAAAET4/HiSS5OiZ_0Y/s400/P7280698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504029007494709778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGI6Im_3GEI/AAAAAAAAETw/lNhWfJtwLZ4/s1600/P7280697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGI6Im_3GEI/AAAAAAAAETw/lNhWfJtwLZ4/s400/P7280697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504025614181931074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGJgDGbWanI/AAAAAAAAEUA/Yy9OWw5cpCI/s1600/P7280702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGJgDGbWanI/AAAAAAAAEUA/Yy9OWw5cpCI/s400/P7280702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504067300981369458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more more more time and less procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groupie discussion ytd at heeren spillini.&lt;br /&gt;went through all the topics that we're suppose to cover and we split up the work. a few little words scribbled equates to alot of info to find, oh mannnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;funny stuff, we called Cadbury factory here at jln boon lay in search for their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"mission statement"&lt;/span&gt;, cause we couldn't find anything precise on www. i bet they must have gone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HUH???!?!".&lt;/span&gt; it was after lunch hour when we called, she must have thought she was daydreaming. the first person from the R&amp;amp;D dept diverted the call to the HR dept and then the person still did not know the ans, and said she'll get back to us awhile ltr. okays, kudos to her, she did called back. and said she finally read it off from a pamphlet. well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm planning to complete my part by today and then move on to my indiv assignment for media tech which needa to be handed in when sch reopens next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, i still have zero idea on what to write about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-5353484138467631991?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/5353484138467631991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=5353484138467631991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5353484138467631991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5353484138467631991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/assignments.html' title='assignments.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGI9OIErAhI/AAAAAAAAET4/HiSS5OiZ_0Y/s72-c/P7280698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1326996153766753155</id><published>2010-08-10T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T02:33:05.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National day!</title><content type='html'>it's the first national day i'm so not enthu about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to be enthu, at least i wore a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; white&lt;/span&gt; based tee and painted my nails &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. its difficult being all excited when the theme song ain't as catchy as before, when the weather is so freaking hot i just wanna wear whats comfy and get into a shopping mall with blasting aircon asap. its the best time to get into sma building. it's totally freezing in there, even with a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, we went squeezing with people outside marina sq in view of live fireworks. and inconsiderate ppl smoke like there's no tmrw with so many others around them, i was coughing like mad pls. rolleyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA7FB6bsHI/AAAAAAAAERI/AfVqYeExve8/s1600/P7270644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA7FB6bsHI/AAAAAAAAERI/AfVqYeExve8/s400/P7270644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503463702245650546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i bought brown contacts from queensway the day before. rather cheap, its's $33 for 2 boxes. i got one in brown(honey amber) and one in blue(skyblue). since the last pair i wore was blue, i decided to try the brown one first this time, but they look so unnatural. i think i prefer blue contacts now. at least i get to look angmoh, rather than in brown, i think i look indo-chinese, or i just look like i'm wearing contacts. looks v fake. not what i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA7QhoAe_I/AAAAAAAAERQ/NxW57J1P9jo/s1600/P7270646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA7QhoAe_I/AAAAAAAAERQ/NxW57J1P9jo/s400/P7270646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503463899736865778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dined at BAO TODAY(bao jin tian) at marina sq, had tim sum before watching the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA7j91Tf-I/AAAAAAAAERY/nEvSPB5Q2yQ/s1600/P7270648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA7j91Tf-I/AAAAAAAAERY/nEvSPB5Q2yQ/s400/P7270648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503464233726345186" 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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA83C01HpI/AAAAAAAAERg/H183vEAD09U/s1600/P7270652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA83C01HpI/AAAAAAAAERg/H183vEAD09U/s400/P7270652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503465660995673746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, this face could well be on your front door to ward off evil spirits! LOL. i dunno what was i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA9r7Beq-I/AAAAAAAAERo/XQJthrZQh60/s1600/P7270655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA9r7Beq-I/AAAAAAAAERo/XQJthrZQh60/s400/P7270655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503466569434311650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is worse, i could do the singapore zoo a very good adv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA-Ium25QI/AAAAAAAAERw/T6nqaRfuPzA/s1600/P7270656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA-Ium25QI/AAAAAAAAERw/T6nqaRfuPzA/s400/P7270656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503467064317633794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; only one pic, was too hungry to continue taking pics. we just sup all the food that came next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA_j7EtjFI/AAAAAAAAER4/VGTjZNVSldo/s1600/P7270658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA_j7EtjFI/AAAAAAAAER4/VGTjZNVSldo/s400/P7270658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503468631032171602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA_wSTH3eI/AAAAAAAAESA/1VD21HKpxpo/s1600/P7270660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA_wSTH3eI/AAAAAAAAESA/1VD21HKpxpo/s400/P7270660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503468843425062370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBAAXcT7II/AAAAAAAAESI/XPXak0X6R-c/s1600/P7270661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBAAXcT7II/AAAAAAAAESI/XPXak0X6R-c/s400/P7270661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503469119683685506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its a hugggeee cup of yuan yang. i got bored drinking after sometime, makes me wanna puke if i drink somemore. good value though, $1.80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;went walking around after, played arcade.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i won the arcade king &lt;u&gt;TWICE&lt;/u&gt; at daytona!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HEH. and we walked pass this machine on the way out, it's suppose to get this thing to poke a specific target and the prize door will open and you get to take the prize from inside. we saw this lady doing it with ease, so baby decided that he wanna try too! the machine is called "marksman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty skeptical since i've always thought this kinda machine is out to cheat money, and one try is $2, not the usual $1. but then since baby says he's pretty confident, i thought we'd just give it a try. missed the first time, but he got it the 2nd time!!! :D it was the cyan colour care bear! and so i said, i wanted the yellow one too, so another try, and he got it too!! that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$6 for 2 care bears&lt;/span&gt;, YIPEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBApqNEQmI/AAAAAAAAESQ/eJ5kkvXD8C4/s1600/P7270665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBApqNEQmI/AAAAAAAAESQ/eJ5kkvXD8C4/s400/P7270665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503469829094654562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBA60za6OI/AAAAAAAAESY/aoN7MoD2RmU/s1600/P7270669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBA60za6OI/AAAAAAAAESY/aoN7MoD2RmU/s400/P7270669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503470123997653218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBCxHexBgI/AAAAAAAAESg/3WyavnDOUnM/s1600/P7270666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBCxHexBgI/AAAAAAAAESg/3WyavnDOUnM/s400/P7270666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503472156235859458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made our way out to the open area, it was SO PACKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBD56c-FLI/AAAAAAAAESw/86j5DZUpKrw/s1600/P7270676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBD56c-FLI/AAAAAAAAESw/86j5DZUpKrw/s400/P7270676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503473406869116082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBEWXqZyFI/AAAAAAAAES4/2OmM8Gtr2UY/s1600/P7270681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBEWXqZyFI/AAAAAAAAES4/2OmM8Gtr2UY/s400/P7270681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503473895746422866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SQUEEZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBEgyi3uAI/AAAAAAAAETA/DVczfzUnfNg/s1600/P7270682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBEgyi3uAI/AAAAAAAAETA/DVczfzUnfNg/s400/P7270682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503474074761279490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; STUFFY!&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBGPKXQ7sI/AAAAAAAAETI/7dpfrorTXic/s1600/P7270673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBGPKXQ7sI/AAAAAAAAETI/7dpfrorTXic/s400/P7270673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503475970940661442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;luckily someone tried to cheer me up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBGf_AwpyI/AAAAAAAAETQ/4T1w5lqOtPs/s1600/P7270685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBGf_AwpyI/AAAAAAAAETQ/4T1w5lqOtPs/s400/P7270685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503476259951257378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBGxLo8EOI/AAAAAAAAETY/HTZGcs6p1gM/s1600/P7270686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBGxLo8EOI/AAAAAAAAETY/HTZGcs6p1gM/s400/P7270686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503476555398779106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't ask me why we're into the 'rocker' thingy these days. could be a passing phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBHVzbpr8I/AAAAAAAAETg/SCAG1hzIXYE/s1600/P7270683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBHVzbpr8I/AAAAAAAAETg/SCAG1hzIXYE/s400/P7270683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477184555757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGBHlZxnGDI/AAAAAAAAETo/Y_mtkfLYpNE/s1600/P7270693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TGA7FB6bsHI/AAAAAAAAERI/AfVqYeExve8/s72-c/P7270644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4894274580423523459</id><published>2010-08-09T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T02:08:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POTD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TF7yD6547FI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/E5dlPlUBC58/s1600/P7240602ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TF7yD6547FI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/E5dlPlUBC58/s400/P7240602ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503101943858916434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4894274580423523459?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4894274580423523459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4894274580423523459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4894274580423523459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4894274580423523459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/potd.html' title='POTD'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TF7yD6547FI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/E5dlPlUBC58/s72-c/P7240602ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2267602334166053081</id><published>2010-08-05T18:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:22:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally wasted. first time.</title><content type='html'>roll big eyes at myself! pfffttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i ended up in that state, its like usually i see ppl lying outside zouk, puking everywhere and i go, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ewwwwww"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but last night, i was the one. fml. looking on e good side, i experienced smth different, but its smth i swear i'll NEVER wanna experience again! yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets recall the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going about town with clar in search of a birthday prezzie for her mum. we ended up deciding on a black sleek prada wallet. v nice indeed. so while waiting for clar's colleagues to arrive, we chilled out at city hall starbucks. i had a non-fat vanilla latte and clar had white choc mocha frapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFqZBKTkdCI/AAAAAAAAEQg/f9RmgR0qXes/s1600/wclarstarbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFqZBKTkdCI/AAAAAAAAEQg/f9RmgR0qXes/s400/wclarstarbucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501878140011836450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFqaFDW2cQI/AAAAAAAAEQo/qc85S28Qk9Y/s1600/jac1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFqaFDW2cQI/AAAAAAAAEQo/qc85S28Qk9Y/s400/jac1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501879306377654530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was going on fine, it was about 11 plus and we made our way to Supperclub.&lt;br /&gt;it was a last min decision after i left house for sch that clar told me her colleagues jio-ed her clubbing at night and asked if i wanna go tgt. so our outfits were totally so awkward for the night. and we were totally kuku, it's our first time there so we didn't even know the way in and had gotta ask the security guard for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got in and i was sianed ttm. songs were so-so, the place was small and the crowd, urrrgh. don't even mention about it again. i think it'll be my first and last time there, partially due to the trauma of puking too. but since clar colleagues decided on the place alr and they had free flow of drinks(!!), we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of her colleagues was alr there when we reached, the others came later.&lt;br /&gt;first thing was to get drinks, needed to get a lil high to dance at a dancefoolr like that. i missed phuture at that moment i had no idea why, not the squeezing crowd though. we had jagerbomb first, each a cup. we got up to the 2nd level to finish our drinks. and then they got a jug of cranberry vodka to share. after that, we were good to go dance. but after getting onto the dancefloor, still feeling so stift, we went to get drinks again. one apple shooter each and a jug of burbon coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that was the killer. first mouth of burbon coke and i looked at clar,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"this IS strong!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so we left the coke w some of her colleagues, danced and went back to drink somemore and then danced somemore. i knew i was high. songs i've never heard before made me scream too. and one of clar's colleague's friend, a guy, introduced himself while dancing. i knew i wasn't v sober then cause after awhile of having the convo w him, i totally forgot about it. like i continued dancing w clar and rmbed shaking hands w him, but i forgot his name and what we talked about alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the loo the first time, and i knew i somehow can't really make it alr, but was still possible to walk myself. we went back to dance somemore and her colleagues brought teqilla lime over for us to sip. 2 mouthfuls of that and i told clar i needed the loo, again. this time, they knew i was almost out. i couldn't walk straight and when i came out, i sat at a corner near the entrance on the sofabed and told clar i needa rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just after 2 seconds, i puked. i turned to the floor and it was a merlion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFqg3sfB1BI/AAAAAAAAEQw/lH5QifT8J0w/s1600/6a01053620481c970b0133ed81d8fc970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFqg3sfB1BI/AAAAAAAAEQw/lH5QifT8J0w/s400/6a01053620481c970b0133ed81d8fc970b-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501886773481034770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i feel damn bad puking in the club, but i felt better knowing that i didn't puke on anyone or on the sofa itself. after my third puke on the same spot, i recalled the bouncers asking clar to help me to the loo. and i told her i wanna get out too. the thumping music mixing with the alcohol in my body was making me puke further. i needed a quiet ground at that moment. while walking out i recalled i couldn't even stand on my own, they helped me out and i was sitting outside the club. so many others were there smoking and i was puking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could say i was semi-conscious. i could hear them talking but i can't exactly speak. i wanted to open my eyes but my body and head felt so heavy i just wanted to lie down. and goodness me, thank god pr was there too. man, love her loads too. actually, i feel so embarrassed. its my first time meeting clar's colleagues and i have to do this to them. if it wasn't for them, i would have laid there in my own puke till morning. they got me into a cab and the next thing i knew, i was at clar's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and upon reaching, i remembered i used my index finger to draw a square and immediately everyone went screaming&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "plastic bag!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i was still considerate while drunk. they rendered i should stayover at clar's place till i wake up and get home rather than throw me home immediately.  they put me at clar's guestroom and i curled up on e sofabed with 2 tissues and a plastic bag in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while lying there, i heard ppl asking each other if everyone was okay. and the next thing, i heard puking in the toilet! clar puked too! and guess i zonked out after that. it was about 5 or 6 in the morning when i woke up to open the room door and tried to turn off the fan and aircon(?!). i was freezing, and then i went back to sleep again. i got up at 730 and called clar, she brought me my bag and sent me to get a cab back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head was so heavy, i still had the nauseous feeling in me when i got back, and i could still taste alcohol in my throat. i laid on the bed and fall aslp, waking up at 11am thinking if i shld get to school. i feel v bad, like a bad bad kid. i didn't expect myself to be in that kinda state too. i tried turning on my lappy and googled for fast hangover cures,to find that articles say that there is no fast way of curing a hangover(-.-). the reaction was due to dehydration of the body and a mixture of all the alcohol still being in e bloodstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dragged myself to wash up and prepare for school, i sat on the bed before heading out to reply a msg and then it was as if my body was the positive side of a magnet and the bed had the negative side, i laid down and as much willpower i have to get up, my body didn't want to. i decided that this will be the one and only time that i'm gonna miss sch for sucha cause. i had to do so, it was dangerous even for me to make my way to school in that kinda state. i closed my eyes and fell aslp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up half an hour later to get lunch downstairs. figured out i had to have some food since i didn't ate much the day before due to cramps and the tightening of my braces, plus i puked so much out too. had brown rice w veges, drank warm water and continued sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up and i felt MUCH BETTER!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; P.H.E.W!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still wondering how long will i have to last with that disgusting feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story ------------ gotta control while drinking.&lt;br /&gt;then again, i thought i didn't drank much, maybe it was due to the high alcohol content in those drinks they served. for now, i'm still having the phobia of alcoholic drinks. and the next time i club, if i can be high without drinks then be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an unforgettable night, and a night i'll never want to repeat in my life&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; e v e r  a g a i n&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-2267602334166053081?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/2267602334166053081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=2267602334166053081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2267602334166053081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2267602334166053081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/totally-wasted-first-time.html' title='totally wasted. first time.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFqZBKTkdCI/AAAAAAAAEQg/f9RmgR0qXes/s72-c/wclarstarbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7803302049283970051</id><published>2010-08-03T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:49:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFhBVDc_TXI/AAAAAAAAEQY/u0hSLnNDFL4/s1600/wp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFhBVDc_TXI/AAAAAAAAEQY/u0hSLnNDFL4/s400/wp1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501218774793014642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;all the silly times we quarreled,&lt;br /&gt;all the times u just wanna play ur stupid dota late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;all the times u make me tear,&lt;br /&gt;and all the times u just make me smile and laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;times when you pinch my fats but still bring me down for nasi lemak,&lt;br /&gt;times when i feel like a pig standing beside you,&lt;br /&gt;times when you look at me and i feel that i mattered,&lt;br /&gt;times when you didn't know what to say but a hug was the best move.&lt;br /&gt;times when i thought you looked awesome,&lt;br /&gt;times when sa-jiaoing was the best way to turn that black face around.&lt;br /&gt;all the times when i can't wait to feed you more,&lt;br /&gt;and all the time when i can't get enough of your smell.&lt;br /&gt;times when i like to kachiao you and get angry when you don't allow me to,&lt;br /&gt;times when i am demanding just because i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7803302049283970051?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7803302049283970051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7803302049283970051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7803302049283970051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7803302049283970051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/times.html' title='times.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFhBVDc_TXI/AAAAAAAAEQY/u0hSLnNDFL4/s72-c/wp1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-5801665254023725352</id><published>2010-08-02T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:28:04.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFbhiU8OxzI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/YI3ify5VIQo/s1600/Snapshot_20100802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFbhiU8OxzI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/YI3ify5VIQo/s400/Snapshot_20100802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500831974732777266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope my face didn't scare the hell lotta shit out of anyone! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just got this from Watsons(dad paid thou keke)! i saw it in tw but didn't know why i didn't buy it. so back here, it costs about $29 for 22 pieces. i thought the price is quite reasonable eh! i think shir bought something similar over at tw, i wonder if its the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm using the strawberry yogurt one now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smells really good&lt;/span&gt;!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, though work is important(i need to start surfing online news webs from now on and am doing while typing this), i believe a good skin complexion must not be taken for granted too!&lt;br /&gt;and no doubt, the best way is still to eat healthily, sleep well, exercise and drink more water!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-5801665254023725352?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/5801665254023725352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=5801665254023725352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5801665254023725352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5801665254023725352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/boo.html' title='BOO.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFbhiU8OxzI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/YI3ify5VIQo/s72-c/Snapshot_20100802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-3151507722183953537</id><published>2010-08-01T15:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:03:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP preview 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUmMPnRVoI/AAAAAAAAEPY/sHaGmKeRzFk/s1600/P7180472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUmMPnRVoI/AAAAAAAAEPY/sHaGmKeRzFk/s400/P7180472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500344511694460546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUmkPCwilI/AAAAAAAAEPg/7eAKCKbNvmQ/s1600/P7180478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUmkPCwilI/AAAAAAAAEPg/7eAKCKbNvmQ/s400/P7180478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500344923858176594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUm6d6FU6I/AAAAAAAAEPo/scVeiC6pAqs/s1600/P7180485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUm6d6FU6I/AAAAAAAAEPo/scVeiC6pAqs/s400/P7180485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500345305805444002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUnhY8VwWI/AAAAAAAAEP4/FFHO0Fpqvgo/s1600/P7180503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUnhY8VwWI/AAAAAAAAEP4/FFHO0Fpqvgo/s400/P7180503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500345974487630178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUoamxOWRI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Y-zhCBwsoAQ/s1600/P7180519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUoamxOWRI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Y-zhCBwsoAQ/s400/P7180519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500346957451647250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUpeYgG57I/AAAAAAAAEQI/r7WMmGKcjtM/s1600/P7180564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUpeYgG57I/AAAAAAAAEQI/r7WMmGKcjtM/s400/P7180564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500348121852864434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kell's yeong gotta book in sat 9pm tt's why she gave me her painfully balloted tix. thanks loads dar(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was never so hard on to go ballot for ndp tix, it occurred to me tt i'll be able to watch it on teevee, or else if someone will wanna ask me out to watch the fireworks live which would be great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't as enthu when i was in pri sch. i rmbed we went there as a whole level. we sang all e songs and did the wave as told. i wasn't as 'high', but it was still a nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i didn't understand, why did they have to showcase so much about the saf. agreed that the soldiers have put in alot of effort, but for nuclear warfare, we will all die anyway. is there really still a need for all that machinery? for deterrence sake i guess. there was a funny one, it showed that soldiers are able to make use of in built &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;washing machine&lt;/span&gt;s in tanks. HUHH?!?!? who will care about washing clothes during a war!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a coincidence helang and kinnam had tix for tt preview too, so we got there tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as chaotic as i thought it would be when e show ended, we were still able to get out quite smoothly. baby sent me home, made me a happy girl(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-3151507722183953537?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/3151507722183953537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=3151507722183953537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3151507722183953537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3151507722183953537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/08/ndp-preview-2010.html' title='NDP preview 2010'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFUmMPnRVoI/AAAAAAAAEPY/sHaGmKeRzFk/s72-c/P7180472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-9210810170103800189</id><published>2010-07-29T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:39:03.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first photoshop attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFGf_w10EXI/AAAAAAAAEPA/AlRCXd5k-5Q/s1600/comparison1..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFGf_w10EXI/AAAAAAAAEPA/AlRCXd5k-5Q/s400/comparison1..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499352537787273586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE AND AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFGeqa4ns0I/AAAAAAAAEO4/dBZCbA5VW6Y/s1600/first+failed+ps+attempt..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFGeqa4ns0I/AAAAAAAAEO4/dBZCbA5VW6Y/s400/first+failed+ps+attempt..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499351071604585282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROFL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa brush up at least a little, or else the only way out to score for my assignment next week is to make her laugh like mad. though i think such a skinny nose is super chio! woots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-9210810170103800189?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/9210810170103800189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=9210810170103800189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/9210810170103800189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/9210810170103800189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-photoshop-attempt.html' title='my first photoshop attempt'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFGf_w10EXI/AAAAAAAAEPA/AlRCXd5k-5Q/s72-c/comparison1..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7065690024924941993</id><published>2010-07-29T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:29:02.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;黃小琥--沒那麼簡單 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;没那么简单 就能找到 聊得来的伴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;尤其是在 看过了那么多的背叛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;总是不安 只好强悍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;谁 谋杀了我的浪漫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;没 那么简单 就能去爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;别的全不看 变得实际&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;也许好也许坏各一半&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;不爱孤单 一久也习惯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;不用担心谁 也不用被谁管&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;感觉快乐就忙东忙 西&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;感觉累了就放空自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;别人说的话 随便听一听&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;自己作决定 不想拥有太多情绪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;一杯红酒配电影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;在周末晚 上 关上了手机&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;舒服窝在沙发里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;相爱没有那么容易&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;每个人有他的脾气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;过了爱作梦的年纪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;轰轰烈烈不如平静&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;幸福没有那么容易&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;才会特别让人着迷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;什么都不懂的年纪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;曾经最掏心 所以最开心 曾经&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7065690024924941993?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7065690024924941993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7065690024924941993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7065690024924941993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7065690024924941993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/meaningful.html' title='meaningful.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-3814660815281107340</id><published>2010-07-29T00:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:01:45.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorted out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBaIcZyQcI/AAAAAAAAEOI/2ANZ6s0OTqU/s1600/P7090379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBaIcZyQcI/AAAAAAAAEOI/2ANZ6s0OTqU/s400/P7090379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498994246129172930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was before the trip, never knew how could i ever take such an EMOmomo pic.&lt;br /&gt;ah, but you know as life goes on, just gotta look on the brighter side. everyone has their own set of problems, no use blaming the world over it. just gotta take it in stride and believe that tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip to Taiwan with my 2 beloved girls definitely lifted my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;maybe spending money was part of the reason, but of course, it would be nothing without them around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBcwTuv6TI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/p645C-i1mgQ/s1600/P7100391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBcwTuv6TI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/p645C-i1mgQ/s400/P7100391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498997130019203378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBdbeb7ofI/AAAAAAAAEOY/jMN7CQGfgkM/s1600/P7120437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBdbeb7ofI/AAAAAAAAEOY/jMN7CQGfgkM/s400/P7120437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498997871627444722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely an experience, its my first time out with friends and we were on our own all the time! we're so pro! HAHA! not much pics from my cam cause clar brought her DSLR and shir's cam is much better than mine. yea, so i've gotta wait for them to upload the pics on fb before i can save them into my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, there are alot of pics. you know when 3 girls are out tgt and all 3 have cam, plus when traveling and waiting gets unbearable, or when we get bored waiting for the hair to dry before bed, the cam becomes our bestest friend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBe9JtQasI/AAAAAAAAEOg/jE_HO43-R8w/s1600/P7150440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBe9JtQasI/AAAAAAAAEOg/jE_HO43-R8w/s400/P7150440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498999549690145474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back home, i've gotta start catching up on school work, on the past lectures i missed.&lt;br /&gt;also, have gotta catch up on my sleep! guess it's all written over my face. sleeping pattern for the past week was horrendous and it has taken a toll on my complexion. not good. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments are all gonna due soon, which isn't really good cause i've yet to start on it. and the first thing is to download photoshop, to explain more about new media. but everytime i try to download it, the time bar says it'll take 2hrs plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-3814660815281107340?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/3814660815281107340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=3814660815281107340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3814660815281107340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3814660815281107340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorted-out.html' title='sorted out.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TFBaIcZyQcI/AAAAAAAAEOI/2ANZ6s0OTqU/s72-c/P7090379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-3740563616719325610</id><published>2010-07-21T00:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T01:12:24.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe=mgh max</title><content type='html'>for those of you who know me, i've always been a calm and friendly person. though my temper may be bad, i've always tried to control myself and think through before acting rashly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, last night was one time when i actually feel that i have all the urge in the world to lift my fist. its the first time in my life i felt like a hooligan, like how it didn't matter if i actually hurt someone or i'll be the one on the losing end, too bad, fcuk it. it's private, so i'm not gonna say out explicitly here. the crudest of words kept repeating in my head like a broken record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear no one has ever seen me acted the way i did.&lt;br /&gt;it was like there was a devil in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad, but, i needed to make it known. and i figured the soft method didn't work anymore. no, of course i didn't end up hitting anyone, i was still in control of myself. the most, was lots of verbal exchanges. it felt like if my feelings wasn't being cared for, so why should i spare that extra thought. i figured out being nice there and then wasn't worth it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6hours of crying at ungodly hours, forced myself to sleep for the next 4, woke up to cry another morning before going to school, cried the last 2 when i got back. enough is enough. someone needs a wake up call and its only up to the person to decide the life he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to my senses. i spoke my mind, i conveyed my message.&lt;br /&gt;i decided that in life, everyone has their own sets of problem and its no fcuking use to drown in self pity. since the problem can't be undone, just gotta solve it. realizing that it isn't worth it to spend so much energy over nonsense people, cause there's so much more out there for me to care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have to face the world and live the life ahead, i have to be around.&lt;br /&gt;for the ones who love me and for the ones i love. no one said life was gonna be easy. but i believe that i'll live a stronger person, i'll go all out to create my career, to seek my path, to prove that nothing is gonna crumble me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear over my dead body, i will give my kids the best family they will ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-3740563616719325610?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/3740563616719325610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=3740563616719325610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3740563616719325610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3740563616719325610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/pemgh-max.html' title='Pe=mgh max'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2541722487584517809</id><published>2010-07-19T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:40:27.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going bonkers.</title><content type='html'>at first i thought i was gonna share happy stuffs on how great my first day of school was, how rockstar was my lecturer, how i made new friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i totally have ZERO mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz229/emo_witchy_girl/Emo/z43633608.jpg" alt="sad emo Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm gonna stay up for the night and plan a murder.&lt;br /&gt;stay tune for any evidences in case i do the deed and you guys may use this space as court evidence. look out for news headlines, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-2541722487584517809?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/2541722487584517809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=2541722487584517809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2541722487584517809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2541722487584517809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-bonkers.html' title='going bonkers.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz229/emo_witchy_girl/Emo/th_z43633608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7177473192519437620</id><published>2010-07-19T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:20:12.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first day of sch tmrw.</title><content type='html'>i just have got to get this feeling down before turning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TEM3kdJSUGI/AAAAAAAAEN4/9C78drzPQwU/s1600/Snapshot_20100719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TEM3kdJSUGI/AAAAAAAAEN4/9C78drzPQwU/s400/Snapshot_20100719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495297069760532578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh just to side track, i'm typing this in my room now on MY laptop!!! :D total shiokness being able to use the com in the comfort of my own room, on my bed. ahhhhhh, something i longed for, for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;i got it just ytd at millennia walk harvey norman, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compaq Presario CQ42&lt;/span&gt;.  the salesman says its a good value buy, cause for $1199, i get kinda good specs. plus i'm not e kinda hardcore gamer so i guess this's more than enough for me. processor i5 with 4GB ram and others i'm not very sure alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, back to where i was at, i'm having mixed feeling for my first day tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta keep this short cause lesson's at 9am and i've gotta leave house at 730am which means i gotta wake up at 6am and its alr past midnight now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having the first-day-of-school jitters. brings back the memory of my first day in zhonghua, the same thing, no one was from the same school as me. i'm feeling excited yet afraid. excited to see how's lesson gonna be conducted, how my classmates will be like. afraid that i may not fit in or my classmates may not be very friendly. now, i'm afraid i can't get to sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm thinking what should i wear to school tomorrow. the thing of jc kids, its my first time attending school without uniform. ha, i sound so kuku fussed up over this. i'll prolly just wear tee&amp;amp;jeans tmrw. keep it simple for the first day and see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world! pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7177473192519437620?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7177473192519437620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7177473192519437620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7177473192519437620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7177473192519437620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-day-of-sch-tmrw.html' title='my first day of sch tmrw.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TEM3kdJSUGI/AAAAAAAAEN4/9C78drzPQwU/s72-c/Snapshot_20100719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-3387157383837773121</id><published>2010-07-16T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:55:15.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i kept running..</title><content type='html'>in my dream last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was super super action-packed. i guess if it was real, i would have died a zillion times. and its amazing i can still rmb the whole sequence quite vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was set in taiwan, i remembered ximending surroundings. (maybe im just too excited for the trip!)&lt;br /&gt;i was with my mum walking about in this particular shopping centre. and someone planted a bomb, i forgot how we got to know it and everyone kept running. it was planted by this group of people who disguised themselves as sales people, janitors or waiters in restaurants in the building. i rmbed everywhere being very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran from one building to another. jumping down staircases cause if we ran down step by step, it'll be too slow. i don't know why i didn't break my legs. and i rmbed we ran past alot of high class restaurants and i was thinking to myself, whoa, taiwan got so many posh places mehs?! and somehow, i served a customer a pot of soup with chicken bones in it, while running. impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my taiwan bf, jiro wang. i didn't like him particularly, but it just happened. ohhh i thought i could die with him then. dreams are always so amazing. hahaha. he was jumping over escalators, and we all seemed to have super powers, no one got injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this part where we thought we were actually far from this group of psychotic people, where we sat dwn at a restaurant to dine. and a lady over at the other table asked my bf to help her squeeze e lime on her food, and it exploded! i think she was e only one who died on e spot. and everyone went running, again. and an egg from my plate dropped on e floor, i think it was actually made to explode but it didnt, cause the waiter standing beside me went &lt;em&gt;"SHIT!".&lt;/em&gt; my mum and i jumped down deserted staircases once more, climbed out of a low wall and got onto a weird looking open-air cab to escape. but the cabby was an old ah pek, it was travelling so slowly........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that im checking up this website to unravel my dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Chase dreams are one of several common dream themes, stemming from feelings of anxiety in your waking life. Flee and flight is an instinctive response to a physical threat in the environment. In these dreams, the scenario features you being pursued by an attacker, an animal, a monster or an unknown figure, who wants to hurt or possibly kill you. Consequently, you run, you hide or you try to outwit your pursuer. Your actions in the dream parallel how you would respond to pressure and cope with fears, stress or various situations in your waking life. Instead of confronting the situation, your dream indicates that you have a tendency to run away and avoid the issue. Ask yourself who is chasing you, so that you can gain an understanding and insight of the source of your fears and anxieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuer or attacker who is chasing you in your dream may also represent an aspect of yourself. Your own feelings of anger, jealousy, fear, and possibly love, can manifest itself as the threatening figure. Or the shadowy figure can also symbolize rejected characteristics of your self. You may be projecting these feelings onto the unknown chaser. Next time you a dream of being chased, turn around and confront your pursuer. Ask them why they are chasing you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(HUH?! ask them?! i think no sane person will turn back in the hopes of getting killed even before u could have your ans.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Perhaps you are running away from something. What are you trying to run from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the distance or gap between you and your pursuer. This indicates your closeness to the issue. If the pursuer is gaining on you, then it suggests that the problem is not going to go away. The problem will surround you until you confront and address it. However, if you are able to widen the gap between your pursuer, then you are able to successful distance yourself from the problem. In essence, the problem is fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm.... i still have no answer to my dream :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-3387157383837773121?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/3387157383837773121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=3387157383837773121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3387157383837773121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3387157383837773121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-kept-running.html' title='i kept running..'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7136686014441444645</id><published>2010-07-15T11:51:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:54:43.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6KKDUIs-I/AAAAAAAAENg/0UrDHhNmT_0/s1600/DSC002221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6KKDUIs-I/AAAAAAAAENg/0UrDHhNmT_0/s400/DSC002221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493980500731671522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6KEWtov5I/AAAAAAAAENY/x4dEzaKh2wk/s1600/DSC002211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6KEWtov5I/AAAAAAAAENY/x4dEzaKh2wk/s400/DSC002211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493980402859687826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6J6WddlxI/AAAAAAAAENQ/YWeLq7e4K2g/s1600/DSC002281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6J6WddlxI/AAAAAAAAENQ/YWeLq7e4K2g/s400/DSC002281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493980230993155858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JwVHVkwI/AAAAAAAAENI/8ahh0qqKBPI/s1600/DSC002301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JwVHVkwI/AAAAAAAAENI/8ahh0qqKBPI/s400/DSC002301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493980058833228546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JrX3ENKI/AAAAAAAAENA/Pt9qcpAyrM0/s1600/DSC002321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JrX3ENKI/AAAAAAAAENA/Pt9qcpAyrM0/s400/DSC002321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493979973670941858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JlnqcpYI/AAAAAAAAEM4/hKKg_hCIpeY/s1600/DSC002331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JlnqcpYI/AAAAAAAAEM4/hKKg_hCIpeY/s400/DSC002331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493979874833769858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JSVn0YKI/AAAAAAAAEMw/_VlZ7SIe-L0/s1600/DSC002381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JSVn0YKI/AAAAAAAAEMw/_VlZ7SIe-L0/s400/DSC002381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493979543573389474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little godsis's 6th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;the house was filled with relatives and mostly her friends at sch and their parents. cute little kiddos, totally innocent. they just speak their minds, like if they think the cake doesn't taste real chocolatey, she went saying straight into my goddad's face, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eeeeeee, the cake not nice one, i don't want alr!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great body painter who made e girls so happy, she drew disney princesses on their arms and i made her draw on my calf instead., ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JNcvxV3I/AAAAAAAAEMo/81mjaWo_GVo/s1600/DSC002421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6JNcvxV3I/AAAAAAAAEMo/81mjaWo_GVo/s400/DSC002421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493979459586447218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this's gigi morning routine, she helps turbo cleans up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6IhvgyI9I/AAAAAAAAEMY/-GGvi6bcNcE/s1600/DSC002531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6IhvgyI9I/AAAAAAAAEMY/-GGvi6bcNcE/s400/DSC002531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493978708709614546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6IaersYkI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/C5fati_MU54/s1600/DSC002541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6IaersYkI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/C5fati_MU54/s400/DSC002541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493978583932887618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6ITOtWjwI/AAAAAAAAEMI/FEecvatJDqc/s1600/DSC002561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6ITOtWjwI/AAAAAAAAEMI/FEecvatJDqc/s400/DSC002561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493978459385794306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6INBUcQ-I/AAAAAAAAEMA/zRozkrS0N48/s1600/DSC002591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6INBUcQ-I/AAAAAAAAEMA/zRozkrS0N48/s400/DSC002591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493978352712434658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6IHuyJ5QI/AAAAAAAAEL4/4Q73Zq96bQk/s1600/DSC002601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6IHuyJ5QI/AAAAAAAAEL4/4Q73Zq96bQk/s400/DSC002601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493978261837440258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bebe's so busy, we only get to meetup during the wkends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tampines ikea to check out items for my room and not forgetting their meetballs, YUMMS! we headed to e mega courts to check out if there's any suitable lappy for me and after, we caught &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dispecable me&lt;/span&gt; with jay and cheryl, it was their 2nd anniversary that day too! the show is super cute, the the minions are super funny. i don't mind watching it again. esp the part when a minion was cracked, shaked, tadah--- lightstick! i thought that was COOL!&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6IBiTERZI/AAAAAAAAELw/ngaesfKWINQ/s1600/DSC002661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6IBiTERZI/AAAAAAAAELw/ngaesfKWINQ/s400/DSC002661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493978155406607762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6H2cZoj7I/AAAAAAAAELo/sIT_MqaFn9g/s1600/DSC002671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6H2cZoj7I/AAAAAAAAELo/sIT_MqaFn9g/s400/DSC002671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493977964844978098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6HuzQuMOI/AAAAAAAAELg/CI3B-0o9Xk0/s1600/DSC002681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6HuzQuMOI/AAAAAAAAELg/CI3B-0o9Xk0/s400/DSC002681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493977833542660322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6PZh-3KuI/AAAAAAAAENw/FjzEhfBlsL0/s1600/DSC002701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6PZh-3KuI/AAAAAAAAENw/FjzEhfBlsL0/s400/DSC002701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493986264220117730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Balling 3on3 at Pek kio CC @ farrer park.&lt;br /&gt;there were alot of pros, and they(bebe and his friends) did made it close, played their best i would say, so no regrets boy! we reached at 12 to only know that the com will start at 2pm onwards. they played round robin so i sat there for like 4 hours and the sun was so hot, my butt nearly rotted but well.... there were cute guys who were really pro too so i didn't mind. gees. i bet irene will go crazy over one who looked v korean, woo. and someone did record the interesting matches but haven't load it online. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(he says he's real busy but i bet he doesn't want me to look at those cute pros, loser~ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6Hckzp60I/AAAAAAAAELY/p3lcp9A_QPk/s1600/DSC002751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6Hckzp60I/AAAAAAAAELY/p3lcp9A_QPk/s400/DSC002751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493977520425003842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6HTPHjXGI/AAAAAAAAELQ/uJs4mIuhK4M/s1600/DSC002711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6HTPHjXGI/AAAAAAAAELQ/uJs4mIuhK4M/s400/DSC002711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493977359984057442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6HLKueoGI/AAAAAAAAELI/8i7nWwMmAZQ/s1600/DSC002791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6HLKueoGI/AAAAAAAAELI/8i7nWwMmAZQ/s400/DSC002791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493977221366194274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like finally changed his "army boy hp".&lt;br /&gt;someone is now armed with an iphone, free due to his mioplan plus a free screen protector sticked on,  feeling bad for the salesman but too bad for him! i bet they must have spend the  whole night doing closing. okay, i hope there's no karma.&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6HCD1Ga5I/AAAAAAAAELA/Ug8h9xLrHUE/s1600/DSC002831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6HCD1Ga5I/AAAAAAAAELA/Ug8h9xLrHUE/s400/DSC002831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493977064896097170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6G4Oes8NI/AAAAAAAAEK4/MS1UTviVEEk/s1600/DSC002851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6G4Oes8NI/AAAAAAAAEK4/MS1UTviVEEk/s400/DSC002851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493976895956250834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6GzpaEBCI/AAAAAAAAEKw/y86Ur9kqO9Y/s1600/DSC002911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6GzpaEBCI/AAAAAAAAEKw/y86Ur9kqO9Y/s400/DSC002911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493976817285202978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't wait for my taiwan trip with calr and shir next friday! it's a torture looking at such pretty clothes in town at such reasonable prices but then, i'll start telling myself that taiwan will have much nicer clothes at an even more attractive price! i'll pack light light and come back heavy, i hope it'll be the luggage only! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming club asked me down to coach swimming later. i hope it'll turn out fine. i'm anxious yet excited, i'll be down early to see how other classes are held. yippee that if this works out, i'll be able to top up my depleted reserve! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7136686014441444645?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7136686014441444645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7136686014441444645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7136686014441444645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7136686014441444645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-days.html' title='happy days'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TD6KKDUIs-I/AAAAAAAAENg/0UrDHhNmT_0/s72-c/DSC002221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4393412098455404550</id><published>2010-07-10T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:11:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDfjHnSaQ3I/AAAAAAAAEKY/3r3CfN7VFac/s1600/vintagephotography1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492107990546400114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDfjHnSaQ3I/AAAAAAAAEKY/3r3CfN7VFac/s400/vintagephotography1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just sometime....&lt;br /&gt;i believe everyone would have felt it sometime somewhere someplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like leaving to somewhere where no one knows me, where i start things all anew, i'd fall and i'd cry, i'll get myself all hurt but i'll create the best memories too. maybe i'll call myself by a different name too. i'll be the free soul, i'll give no add i'll have no cell. faith will be air i breathe. i guess its the feeling of reliving. i guess there's nothing much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day after day I'm more confused&lt;br /&gt;So I look for the light in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;You know that's a game that I hate to lose&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' the strain, ain't it a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to think that I'm wastin' time&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the things I do&lt;br /&gt;The world outside looks so unkind&lt;br /&gt;I'm countin' on you to carry me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my mind is free&lt;br /&gt;You know a melody can move me&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm feelin' blue&lt;br /&gt;The guitar's comin' through to soothe me&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the joy that you've given me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I believe in your song&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm and rhyme and harmony&lt;br /&gt;You help me along makin' me strong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Drift Away by Dobie Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4393412098455404550?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4393412098455404550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4393412098455404550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4393412098455404550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4393412098455404550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes..'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDfjHnSaQ3I/AAAAAAAAEKY/3r3CfN7VFac/s72-c/vintagephotography1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6309865928140323752</id><published>2010-07-09T11:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:30:00.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continuously ringing in my head</title><content type='html'>THIS IS THE SONG.&lt;br /&gt;it's the South Africa world cup 2010 official theme song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side track abit, the world cup, i'm not really into it.&lt;br /&gt;but it comes to everyone bits and pieces here and there, newspaper and tv, family and friends. esp the betting part when you see ppl cursing on fb! ha. i've always believed in not gambling, but just last wed spain vs germany, baby was asking me if i wanna bet so i agreed on spain and said i'll do a $10. and they won! woo. the feeling of watching it when u do put money into the team is different, like i actually woke up in the middle of the night to catch the game despite sleeping only at 1am. the good thing, is that im sucha free soul, i can wake up late the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wavin' Flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Knaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that there are various versions on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;there's the celebration version, a super influential tune, i'll say its infectious actually. and there's a more subtle one(the original), i think the lyrics to that one is more meaningful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="620" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxmEd9lcn0k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxmEd9lcn0k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="620" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's the original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the streets should be booming with this celebration tune just &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the finals this upcoming Monday morning to boost the whole atmosphere! great suggestion the STB could consider. cause, after the match, i think we should be more sympathetic towards those who've lost a fortune betting on the losing team. so those who've won big money can play the tune on their own ipod. hahahaha. prevents rioting and fights too(sore losers drowning themselves in tons of alcohol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="620" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DO0UQNBr2y0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DO0UQNBr2y0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="620" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's the celebratory tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT RHYTHM!&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't it makes you so wanna dance around too??? woooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6309865928140323752?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6309865928140323752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6309865928140323752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6309865928140323752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6309865928140323752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/continuously-ringing-in-my-head.html' title='continuously ringing in my head'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-3437886659433941725</id><published>2010-07-08T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:19:38.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little me-love time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDXdW4u290I/AAAAAAAAEKQ/dftRpL9LL4s/s1600/P6250371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDXdW4u290I/AAAAAAAAEKQ/dftRpL9LL4s/s400/P6250371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491538705903974210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hetic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out to settle SMa app stuffs, got my organizer(HOT PINK! &amp;amp; at 70% off, what more can i ask for!), had a great lunch w mum, went looking for laptop and furniture to revamp my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day well spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw the price of NEX-5, it's a freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$12xx&lt;/span&gt;!!! WTH?! the olympus-ep1 is still so much cheaper.. great, i can really leave 'getting a new cam' to the back of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-3437886659433941725?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/3437886659433941725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=3437886659433941725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3437886659433941725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3437886659433941725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-me-love-time.html' title='a little me-love time.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDXdW4u290I/AAAAAAAAEKQ/dftRpL9LL4s/s72-c/P6250371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8706547218307314869</id><published>2010-07-07T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:51:17.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONY  NEX-5</title><content type='html'>i can't believe technology is heading on at sucha fast pace! if you could still remember the introduction of the usual yada yada essays, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"living in the 21st century, technology is improving by leaps and bounds... blah blah blah".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, just as i thought of getting the olympus E-P1, thinking tt its so super awesome and all, i saw the Sony Nex-5 advert on the mrt station doors yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks so good and it's slimmer! i wonder if the price compared to the olympus one would be slimmer too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDRnk-M9rGI/AAAAAAAAEKA/AoYY5GATFOI/s1600/sony-nex-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDRnk-M9rGI/AAAAAAAAEKA/AoYY5GATFOI/s400/sony-nex-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491127730541800546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm reading some reviews of it online and some people are comparing it w the olympus e-p1 too! they're talking about noise distortion, low light etc.but to me, nice chio sharp pics will do! i hope for much nicer pics than my current cam which produces blurry pics without flash (it vibrates itself at times i dunno why)and super harsh lighting with flash, its like so so gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the thing i need now is a lappy more than a cam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8706547218307314869?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8706547218307314869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8706547218307314869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8706547218307314869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8706547218307314869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/sony-nex-5.html' title='SONY  NEX-5'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TDRnk-M9rGI/AAAAAAAAEKA/AoYY5GATFOI/s72-c/sony-nex-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-5403879936675615048</id><published>2010-07-07T09:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:18:45.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more or less</title><content type='html'>i guess i'm more or less decided on the course i wanna take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down SMa (oppo national library) for a consultation yesterday and jen(the adviser) was there to answer all our quarries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for me as an A'lvl grad, i've got to do a year 1 which is equivalent to a mass com diploma certified by SMa which then only i'll be able to continue to do my degree in year 2 and 3 in collaboration with Murdoch University in Perth. the exciting part, i'll be able to plan out my modules in the last 2 years so i can do some here in singapore and some over there on-campus in aussie! :D&lt;br /&gt;though, the down side would be that studying overseas will definitely be more expensive, one module there would be double the cost that of doing it in singapore(syllabus are the same). but, i'm sure it'll be an experience and i'll wanna attend the graduation cermony there too. rather than just be pronounced a graduate, plainly taking your cert and be happy yourself that tadah, i'm a grad. so no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet again, i'm not gonna think about going overseas at the moment. my plan is to focus on the current diploma syllabus and do as well as i can. my concerns about going overseas are not invaild- my family, my doggies. i don't think i will bear to part with them. but if its only for the last 6 months or so(depends on the modules avaliable in aussie too) of the degree, it'll not be of much harm right! ;) gees, that'll SO be my motivation! gonna complete my first year before telling dad anything about it, when i told him Murdoch was in aussie last night, he FREAKED out. and then i reassured him its just a collaboration, i can study in singapore and still get the cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going through the gist of the course and comparing it with the one i wanna do at SIM, i find that its more comprehensive, more detailed and precise. the one at SIM-UB seems very theory based and may not be the one i'm really into, its like com studies at a brief, plus not forgetting its VERY ex. this degree however, i can do 2 majors - com studies and jounalism which i'm really really into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the setback of private schools, guess there won't be much sch life, no campus life. no activities of sorts blah blah, so i hope i really get on well with my coursemates. anot it'll be like sch home sch home-.- and curriculum hours - 3hrs on wkdays and there may be some 6hr practical lessons on wkends at the media academy doing tv/print/radio. (can't wait to experience this!) 3 hours daily sounded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'huh!?'&lt;/span&gt; to me at first, but i won't be surprise if there'll be alot of assignments, which then re-emphasis the point of making good friends above. if i can cope, i won't mind making some extra money too. i've got pr to help me ask about helping out at a swimming organisation and i need alot of you guys out there to refer tutees to me!! primary school kids won't be a prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about the people going for this course, i hope they're not lians and bengs(l&amp;amp;b). private schs, inevitable for the public to think that people who go there are those who can't make it into the local unis(that's true for me,sad case) which means that they may not be as smart or hardworking (hmm maybe both are true for me too). but definitely i'll not consider myself an ah lian!&lt;br /&gt;going for this diploma course, those who did not do very well for their o'lvl are able to take it too. they just have gotta do a few months(6 or so) of foundation studies and then they'll be eligible for this diploma as well.  but some assured me that those having thoughts of doing mc would not be far much l&amp;amp;b. jen was saying students doing this diploma course range from 17-20, i hope i don't meet weird ppl. i'm not that afriad once i enter the degree in year 2, as those who enter would be the ones all out to do it. well, i do believe there are people just out to get a diploma cert, a private one i wouldn't know how credible would it be in singapore though, if you do not continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm making the right choice. it came so fast it feels unreal to me.&lt;br /&gt;its like i've been on hold for the past months and suddenly everything is going at a fastforward, vroom. waiting for schools to reply and appeals and more waiting and now, my course is just gonna start in less than 2 weeks. and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; a laptop. many are recommending mac, but then, i may just need a normal lappy just for now? i needa decide real real soon.  i'm gonna go down to do my application tomorrow and perhaps get to some bookshop to get an organiser and a cute notebook. i still have lotsa pens at home so just live with them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to do the july intake which starts on the 19th July instead of the oct intake which starts in mid oct, cause it'll be so long away and then i'm gonna slack for another 3 more months or so? i didn't want to. the thing is only that i'll miss 3 lessons on the 23rd, 26th and 27th due to my taiwan trip. it may seem like like its only 3 hrs for 3 days, but i'm certainly afraid, since i'm new to the course and i do not know how fast they're gonna do for that 3hrs, maybe a few pages or even a whole chapter! i've discussed with jen if its okay and she said it shouldn't be a prob, since i'll still meet the 75% attendance. and i promise i'll catch up with the missed lessons on my own and perhaps, i pray that the lecturers are helpful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-5403879936675615048?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/5403879936675615048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=5403879936675615048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5403879936675615048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/5403879936675615048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-or-less.html' title='more or less'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2710369206088504808</id><published>2010-07-05T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:43:25.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love reading.</title><content type='html'>being so free, which i'm actually really guilty about, i've read quite a few books. i could say it's the first time in my life i've read this amount of book in such a short period, about 2 weeks to finish all of them. i know ppl who finish a book a day, but being me who have not even finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Outsiders'&lt;/span&gt; in lower sec when is was being tested, i'm proud of myself! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; toxic bachalors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guy i'm not dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the next thing on the list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some others in the past months, non-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;i re-read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only fat people skip breakfast&lt;/span&gt; and some other diet books, i can't really remember the names. but in all, from my knowledge from reading all these diet books all these years, the number one rule to follow - eat healthily and exercise, NEVER fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've run out of books to read, i'm gonna make my way down to the library.&lt;br /&gt;fiction or non-fiction, i love to spend my day away indulging in the books. may not be a very wise choice some may say, which seems like i'm wasting my time. but to me, reading fiction is always like an escape to another world. where you'll find relaxation in fantasies, be it vivid description of hot guys or those scenarios that you know will never happen in real life. non-fiction books are great too, widens your spectrum of knowledge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-2710369206088504808?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/2710369206088504808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=2710369206088504808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2710369206088504808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2710369206088504808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-reading.html' title='love reading.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6785328775305348694</id><published>2010-07-05T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:52:40.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no directions.</title><content type='html'>so, one of my bro's friend who's in the same situation as me now, not being able to get a place in a local uni, is giving me ideas that my consideration of a full-time degree for mass com at SIM is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's from ngee ann mass com and well, i believe in that area she's studying in, she'll be more familiar with the degrees ahead. she recommended the part-time one at SIM by RMIT. she knows of companies who largely uses ppl holding this particular degree and says that their payslips as interns are high too! and so, i went to look up the website again and the application closing date is 3rd of june! like we just discussed it last sat night and when i've got the brochures and everything, too bad, app closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling panicky, i called the admin office but they said they could not extend the app also ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means, if i die die wanna do this, i've gotta wait for admission next year in sep. which is more than a year from now! i don't think i wanna waste another year, but then again, what is one year compared to spending a whole lotta money on the US based degree if its not really recognised in singapore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so so so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and so i just called her again. telling her how stressful im feeling; and then she was also suggesting doing a degree at SMa which is with Murdoch University, which alot of her seniors are doing too. She's willing to go down with me to the headquarters to enquire more about the course and i'm now like all out to get a place soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall call the admin office to enquire about it, like, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit edit/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've just enquired about the course at SMa, and it starts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 JULY&lt;/span&gt;!! omg.&lt;br /&gt;i'll need to do a diploma in mass communications first(since i'm from the JC batch) which takes a year and then continue with the degree programme. so, all in all, its about 3 years, if not lesser. i'll be going down to the headquarters w my bro's friend-yiling, tmrw for application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope this doesn't affect my taiwan trip from the 23-27 which i'm so excited for! what to expect, it's my first trip out w friends ONLY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6785328775305348694?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6785328775305348694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6785328775305348694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6785328775305348694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6785328775305348694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-directions.html' title='no directions.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6803045897299523119</id><published>2010-07-01T10:16:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:26:39.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 on the 22nd.</title><content type='html'>special someone turned 22 on the 22nd of june!&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of something interesting instead of the usual food and movie thingy, so, i thought i could bring him to cooking class, like the one my sis-in-law brought me to the previous time! though it was expensive, i thought it was nice buying an experience and at the same time, good food too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a mad rush in the morning cause i haven't been to the place myself and i was so afraid that we might be late. somehow with the help of google and my smart arse direction sense, we made it there on time!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv7icFVytI/AAAAAAAAEFg/tl_Y11QLCYI/s1600/DSC001271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv7icFVytI/AAAAAAAAEFg/tl_Y11QLCYI/s400/DSC001271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488757139953797842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv7_OMSEQI/AAAAAAAAEFo/hJzb8rCb1Zs/s1600/DSC001281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv7_OMSEQI/AAAAAAAAEFo/hJzb8rCb1Zs/s400/DSC001281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488757634441023746" 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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv80TFN_DI/AAAAAAAAEFw/tLtR5yLq4NE/s1600/DSC001291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv80TFN_DI/AAAAAAAAEFw/tLtR5yLq4NE/s400/DSC001291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488758546286640178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;masterchef- christopher tung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv9nXALi2I/AAAAAAAAEF4/vhoWReHcyFc/s1600/DSC001301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv9nXALi2I/AAAAAAAAEF4/vhoWReHcyFc/s400/DSC001301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488759423512578914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv9x9WkeoI/AAAAAAAAEGA/YvsRKj9solw/s1600/DSC001321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv9x9WkeoI/AAAAAAAAEGA/YvsRKj9solw/s400/DSC001321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488759605605726850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv99bKHVPI/AAAAAAAAEGI/jIS6PfQlWeM/s1600/DSC001331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv99bKHVPI/AAAAAAAAEGI/jIS6PfQlWeM/s400/DSC001331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488759802585109746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;handmade farfalle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_N3OwlTI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/J2FKytrByiE/s1600/DSC001341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_N3OwlTI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/J2FKytrByiE/s400/DSC001341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488761184510317874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;layering the lasagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_XaADbzI/AAAAAAAAEGY/_n7m-pmhHeM/s1600/DSC001351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_XaADbzI/AAAAAAAAEGY/_n7m-pmhHeM/s400/DSC001351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488761348462702386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_fLalaGI/AAAAAAAAEGg/DLxjHnLKgdw/s1600/DSC001361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_fLalaGI/AAAAAAAAEGg/DLxjHnLKgdw/s400/DSC001361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488761481986402402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_nS1JSMI/AAAAAAAAEGo/0RcrsDWgkm0/s1600/DSC001371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_nS1JSMI/AAAAAAAAEGo/0RcrsDWgkm0/s400/DSC001371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488761621415807170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_v1DM3nI/AAAAAAAAEGw/homi-qdFyVc/s1600/DSC001391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_v1DM3nI/AAAAAAAAEGw/homi-qdFyVc/s400/DSC001391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488761768040521330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_4lyVzSI/AAAAAAAAEG4/WuZbZ1_cVxs/s1600/DSC001401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv_4lyVzSI/AAAAAAAAEG4/WuZbZ1_cVxs/s400/DSC001401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488761918562094370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FARFALLE AL AGLIONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was handmade pasta using the food processer and rolling out using the pasta machine and pinching the pasta out by hand. the sauce was just very simple tomato puree. very nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAAtX2J6I/AAAAAAAAEHA/6bvKN1UL6CM/s1600/DSC001411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAAtX2J6I/AAAAAAAAEHA/6bvKN1UL6CM/s400/DSC001411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488762058037405602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAM_ZAFBI/AAAAAAAAEHI/38oIPrJ1QgQ/s1600/DSC001431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAM_ZAFBI/AAAAAAAAEHI/38oIPrJ1QgQ/s400/DSC001431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488762269032518674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICI ALLE BRICCIOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this was handmade too, but different as chef used his bare hands to knead the dough out. and we got to roll the dough into strips. interesting recipe, its actually just coated in breadcrumbs, olive oil and some chillies. doesn't look too appetizing, but you'll be amaze at the taste! very rustic and very very good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAUWPXNOI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/I_BkM01Mu1M/s1600/DSC001441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAUWPXNOI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/I_BkM01Mu1M/s400/DSC001441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488762395425191138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAge_2Q8I/AAAAAAAAEHY/iRWz1FusTM0/s1600/DSC001451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAge_2Q8I/AAAAAAAAEHY/iRWz1FusTM0/s400/DSC001451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488762603934467010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LASAGNE ALLA BOLOGNESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS IS DAMN GOOD. the meat sauce was prepared by the chef beforehand but we do have the recipe too. layers of pasta combined with meat sauce and bechamel sauce plus loads of grated cheese. is was smelling so good. the aroma was heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAveihuWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/8TN4QISV0WQ/s1600/DSC001461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwAveihuWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/8TN4QISV0WQ/s400/DSC001461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488762861509523810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwA3ZNXdgI/AAAAAAAAEHo/KdF230WMb2Q/s1600/DSC001471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwA3ZNXdgI/AAAAAAAAEHo/KdF230WMb2Q/s400/DSC001471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488762997517547010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBAD6Nt9I/AAAAAAAAEHw/eN-Bf9l-SZM/s1600/DSC001481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBAD6Nt9I/AAAAAAAAEHw/eN-Bf9l-SZM/s400/DSC001481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488763146418894802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBMf6-JAI/AAAAAAAAEH4/79nl0sh34PE/s1600/DSC001491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBMf6-JAI/AAAAAAAAEH4/79nl0sh34PE/s400/DSC001491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488763360096691202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBVbpwXLI/AAAAAAAAEIA/tjAEvs9I338/s1600/DSC001501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBVbpwXLI/AAAAAAAAEIA/tjAEvs9I338/s400/DSC001501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488763513569565874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBlRSIEiI/AAAAAAAAEII/PXaZafaN564/s1600/DSC001631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBlRSIEiI/AAAAAAAAEII/PXaZafaN564/s400/DSC001631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488763785664008738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBsu3vdXI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/k_DMCE_X3UQ/s1600/DSC001591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwBsu3vdXI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/k_DMCE_X3UQ/s400/DSC001591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488763913865491826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwB05WRq-I/AAAAAAAAEIY/HPkh6INitpg/s1600/DSC001601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwB05WRq-I/AAAAAAAAEIY/HPkh6INitpg/s400/DSC001601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488764054116871138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwB9wEPLxI/AAAAAAAAEIg/WGKky-effu4/s1600/DSC001661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwB9wEPLxI/AAAAAAAAEIg/WGKky-effu4/s400/DSC001661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488764206244114194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic 3 Italian dishes, all are super super super nice!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to try it out at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we got back home for a afternoon nap after rushing and waking up so early on a sat morning. feeling well rested, we got out to marina for yuki yaki buffet dinner!&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwFNmYn12I/AAAAAAAAEIo/3GLmsxOKIRc/s1600/DSC001691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwFNmYn12I/AAAAAAAAEIo/3GLmsxOKIRc/s400/DSC001691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488767777058051938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone can't be more happy his lakers won the championship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwFb3XznoI/AAAAAAAAEIw/tgn0voYsnMQ/s1600/DSC001761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwFb3XznoI/AAAAAAAAEIw/tgn0voYsnMQ/s400/DSC001761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488768022136200834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwFl7l5lVI/AAAAAAAAEI4/dRA9usLNzQg/s1600/DSC001781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwFl7l5lVI/AAAAAAAAEI4/dRA9usLNzQg/s400/DSC001781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488768195067745618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHSotQrxI/AAAAAAAAEJg/jRxolD1yAZM/s1600/DSC001801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHSotQrxI/AAAAAAAAEJg/jRxolD1yAZM/s400/DSC001801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488770062604087058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we got to frying ice-cream, it's my first time seeing it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHHdZ_Z0I/AAAAAAAAEJY/4qwnEBOfu9o/s1600/DSC001811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHHdZ_Z0I/AAAAAAAAEJY/4qwnEBOfu9o/s400/DSC001811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488769870591911746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwG-VNDnXI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/xNkXWNTUWxM/s1600/DSC001841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwG-VNDnXI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/xNkXWNTUWxM/s400/DSC001841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488769713771355506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this's goooooey looking choco plus peppermint! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHdTdCFzI/AAAAAAAAEJo/b4B_ENN1bsI/s1600/DSC001881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHdTdCFzI/AAAAAAAAEJo/b4B_ENN1bsI/s400/DSC001881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488770245877438258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHm4P-fmI/AAAAAAAAEJw/-fDjnscAuQ8/s1600/DSC002001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHm4P-fmI/AAAAAAAAEJw/-fDjnscAuQ8/s400/DSC002001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488770410373611106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHuNPVgII/AAAAAAAAEJ4/aHcRd9L7Uh8/s1600/DSC001991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCwHuNPVgII/AAAAAAAAEJ4/aHcRd9L7Uh8/s400/DSC001991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488770536267153538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended off with a midnight show, KARATE KID.&lt;br /&gt;it's good as to what i suppose would be lame. jaden smith was so cute, especially his expression when he does the action of hanging up his jacket! you'll get it if you guys did watch the show! it's super hilarious! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6803045897299523119?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6803045897299523119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6803045897299523119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6803045897299523119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6803045897299523119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/07/22-on-22nd.html' title='22 on the 22nd.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TCv7icFVytI/AAAAAAAAEFg/tl_Y11QLCYI/s72-c/DSC001271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7948166330840966485</id><published>2010-06-26T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:32:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa cafe del mar flea</title><content type='html'>i'm out at the flea this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, selling trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll do good.&lt;br /&gt;just 5 trunks and i'll be able to cover my rental and the rest is for me to purchase more stuffs at the flea. keke okay i hope i don't spend more than i earn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7948166330840966485?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7948166330840966485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7948166330840966485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7948166330840966485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7948166330840966485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/06/sentosa-cafe-del-mar-flea.html' title='sentosa cafe del mar flea'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6029041832433935877</id><published>2010-06-18T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:32:40.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if someone will love me enough to..</title><content type='html'>get me THIS!&lt;br /&gt;oh my, so gonna be on my wishlist till my next bday and i'm wishing that somehow, amazingly it'll appear in my room one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the OLYMPUS E-P1!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBuByQxsnII/AAAAAAAAEFM/nK4ruo-zce4/s1600/microfourthirds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBuByQxsnII/AAAAAAAAEFM/nK4ruo-zce4/s400/microfourthirds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484119671750564994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBuB6oAcJcI/AAAAAAAAEFU/NB94ImjP768/s1600/olympus_ep1_15-554x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBuB6oAcJcI/AAAAAAAAEFU/NB94ImjP768/s400/olympus_ep1_15-554x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484119815425369538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may be the bloggers who have blogged about it, but nonetheless, the functions and clarity of this cam is awesome! i'll live with my sucky sony 7.2mp cybershot(it's seriously gonna spoil, no joke) for now and wait for someone to get me this. or maybe i'll get it myself someday when i've got the extra cash, like maybe cash will drop from the sky or i accidentally found a thousand dollar cheque in my wallet for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it love it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and celtics lost the championship this morning in the last quarter ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6029041832433935877?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6029041832433935877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6029041832433935877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6029041832433935877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6029041832433935877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-someone-will-love-me-enough-to.html' title='if someone will love me enough to..'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBuByQxsnII/AAAAAAAAEFM/nK4ruo-zce4/s72-c/microfourthirds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2804167481353665618</id><published>2010-06-14T11:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:06:04.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 2010 NBA FINALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBWcwOH8_cI/AAAAAAAAEE0/PU_FhkDo7N8/s1600/2010-nba-finals-bos-la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBWcwOH8_cI/AAAAAAAAEE0/PU_FhkDo7N8/s400/2010-nba-finals-bos-la.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482460473632554434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up at 0730 and was all excited to watch Game 5.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i thought the game was gonna be played at the staples center but when i saw green floor and green tees domineering the crowd, Celtics homeground it must be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries for not having cable tv at home, i caught the whole action online at &lt;a href="http://www.channelsurfing.net/"&gt;www.channelsurfing.net&lt;/a&gt;, and i hope its not illegal. but who cares, as long as i'm not caught, gotta shower some pity and love on a poor jobless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, aside from the crap, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this was the game to watch&lt;/span&gt;! the losing team has gotta win the next 2 consecutive games in order to win the championship. if the Celtics were to lose their last home game, they'll have a hard time winning the next 2 cause you bet, the crowd does makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an intense 2 hours plus show for me, i was TOTALLY GLUED to the com screen. i was shouting, screaming, punching my fists into the air when Celtics scored! i could feel as if i was a real fan down at the Boston stadium live! yes, if you didn't know, i'm a huge Celtics fan!&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBWf-78RdDI/AAAAAAAAEE8/wIp_ZxyQsJY/s1600/boston-celtics-polaroid-2010-widescreen-wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBWf-78RdDI/AAAAAAAAEE8/wIp_ZxyQsJY/s400/boston-celtics-polaroid-2010-widescreen-wallpaper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482464024984646706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*boom boom boomboomboom* &lt;/span&gt;lets go Celtics lets go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kudos to mr-one-man-show at Lakers, scoring a whooping 38pts for the whole game. But as i have always believed, basketball is NOT a one-man game, its a TEAM game. you can't expect Kobe to score enough points to beat Celtics as a whole when they've got a super talented and cute Rondo, a v handsome KG, RayRay, Pierce and even their bench players are good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think mr pau should so go cut his hair and hire an image consultant soon when they're back in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game 6 in LA on wed morning 8am Singapore time&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure to catch it!&lt;br /&gt;With only 60mins away from an NBA championship for the Celtics, owning the Lakers at their homeground or will the Lakers fight hard to give it their all and proceed to Game 7? BET ITS GONNA BE FREAKING EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, i'm wondering what would the price be like if one is to get a tix to fly over to LA now, and get a front row seat at the stadium. i bet it'll cost more than 10K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBWossaYWjI/AAAAAAAAEFE/S3lF5Kd8M2M/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBWossaYWjI/AAAAAAAAEFE/S3lF5Kd8M2M/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482473607182965298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will gladly allow Rondo to fall on me at the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;woo, he looks super cute with the headband on! :D&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/19474242-2804167481353665618?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/2804167481353665618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=2804167481353665618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2804167481353665618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2804167481353665618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/06/2010-nba-finals.html' title='THE 2010 NBA FINALS'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBWcwOH8_cI/AAAAAAAAEE0/PU_FhkDo7N8/s72-c/2010-nba-finals-bos-la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7273950176873151879</id><published>2010-06-12T01:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:55:14.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meetups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBJ13StfT6I/AAAAAAAAEEk/6SCvuWxLq4c/s1600/meetup_logo_1-300x222.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481573289239203746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBJ13StfT6I/AAAAAAAAEEk/6SCvuWxLq4c/s400/meetup_logo_1-300x222.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels good catching up with peeps, especially those whom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; not contacted for quite sometime due to whatever reasons or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jy's&lt;/span&gt; 21st &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; and i suggested meeting up for lunch the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first i thought it'll be awkward, i was afraid we might not have stuffs to talk about since it have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sucha&lt;/span&gt; long time since we last met. but man was i wrong! he seemed to have matured(i said it was due to army but he claimed to be age), especially the things he advised and of course, the topics we talked about. it then appeared to me that actually whats most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;impt&lt;/span&gt; is one's character and not just looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought about it, i can't possibly go out with someone handsome but has zero things to talk about w me. yes, i may be able to endure staring at him for one whole day, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; never be a next time. to me, being charismatic is being someone who is able to hold a deep conversation with his own opinions and someone who is willing to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was in town catching &lt;em&gt;killers&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shir&lt;/span&gt; this evening, when after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;, she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;-ed me for dinner w her friend. so, i tried my luck, scrolled down my contact list, randomly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;msged&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kk&lt;/span&gt; to see if he was in town. and yes, he was! indeed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; isn't very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was at lucky plaza to get his camera stuffs after school, so we met at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wisma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; and chatted. the last time i saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kk&lt;/span&gt; was like 2 - 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; back at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oub&lt;/span&gt; when i was still working. and he still is now, i was shocked. the awkwardness lasted for the first few minutes when he saw me in short hair and as we began talking about everything and anything, the invisible wall in between seem to slowly disappear. from family to his likings for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OLs&lt;/span&gt; to his studies to being president of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;np&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sailling&lt;/span&gt; to gay encounters to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahlians&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xmm&lt;/span&gt; etc. time flies, 2 hours of chatting with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; espresso &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frap&lt;/span&gt; felt like just a few minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i could do with more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meetups&lt;/span&gt;. i like to hear the happenings of others' life(maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just v &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kpo&lt;/span&gt;). i always feel that friends are angels sent by god into our lives, they must be, cause it was never just so coincidental meeting someone. be it good or bad friends, i know we'll always learn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smth&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; particular someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like it this way but someone seemed to have caught the jealously bug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7273950176873151879?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7273950176873151879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7273950176873151879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7273950176873151879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7273950176873151879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/06/meetups.html' title='meetups.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TBJ13StfT6I/AAAAAAAAEEk/6SCvuWxLq4c/s72-c/meetup_logo_1-300x222.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2505047898297036141</id><published>2010-06-09T12:41:00.046+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:08:37.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long long post</title><content type='html'>photos from the past 2-3wks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up was balling with the girls back at zhss. but this time, the juniors are so lucky to have training up in the new indoor court. still rmb the days when we were training under the scotching sun after school like at 3pm. so super tanned those days. not forgetting if it happened to rain, it means - no balling, yes, do gym.&lt;br /&gt;well, certainly brings back alot of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8dhbuWPUI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/X8b4q_8I22Q/s1600/DSC000021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8dhbuWPUI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/X8b4q_8I22Q/s400/DSC000021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480631731748224322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8drb2WQuI/AAAAAAAAD9g/AaiRdlTYee4/s1600/DSC000031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8drb2WQuI/AAAAAAAAD9g/AaiRdlTYee4/s400/DSC000031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480631903580472034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clockwise- cassan, yuhui, joey(small head there), coach, eunice's legs and kell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8d0FrB9rI/AAAAAAAAD9o/tBu4DokToiA/s1600/DSC000041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8d0FrB9rI/AAAAAAAAD9o/tBu4DokToiA/s400/DSC000041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480632052246247090" 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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8d7UrVEsI/AAAAAAAAD9w/2MVe8FTdQZA/s1600/DSC000051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8d7UrVEsI/AAAAAAAAD9w/2MVe8FTdQZA/s400/DSC000051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480632176533115586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clar chua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8eC_G5nZI/AAAAAAAAD94/mCO1gjIKVWs/s1600/DSC000061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8eC_G5nZI/AAAAAAAAD94/mCO1gjIKVWs/s400/DSC000061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480632308182130066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8eKhyvTuI/AAAAAAAAD-A/VxWAG6pPQZI/s1600/DSC000071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8eKhyvTuI/AAAAAAAAD-A/VxWAG6pPQZI/s400/DSC000071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480632437751893730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our unforgettable 42rounds!&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8eRnuTfwI/AAAAAAAAD-I/ilr7CzaBOEY/s1600/DSC000091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8eRnuTfwI/AAAAAAAAD-I/ilr7CzaBOEY/s400/DSC000091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480632559602990850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clar and my shin- thought most zh bballers would have this, the product of coach making us jump the low wall for warmups. jump 10 times, confirm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pua toh &lt;/span&gt;once de lorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ecRWxlRI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/FfqsH7FoEbo/s1600/DSC000111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ecRWxlRI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/FfqsH7FoEbo/s400/DSC000111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480632742577280274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we both have braces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ekVCDypI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/Sx7NnC40fKI/s1600/DSC000131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ekVCDypI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/Sx7NnC40fKI/s400/DSC000131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480632881003088530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8escW6EcI/AAAAAAAAD-g/UUL2UFTFvRI/s1600/DSC000151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8escW6EcI/AAAAAAAAD-g/UUL2UFTFvRI/s400/DSC000151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480633020408533442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was one day when we brought the doggies out for a run at the huge field opposite my block. got back home to bathe them and baby threw turbo into the pail! LOL! but he seems to be enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8e3yO4v0I/AAAAAAAAD-o/0_pUUz5MXGw/s1600/DSC000201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8e3yO4v0I/AAAAAAAAD-o/0_pUUz5MXGw/s400/DSC000201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480633215259033410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ghske0FI/AAAAAAAAD-w/H2mvRPSveZ4/s1600/DSC000221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ghske0FI/AAAAAAAAD-w/H2mvRPSveZ4/s400/DSC000221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480635034805129298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;super random! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8gsbVh6oI/AAAAAAAAD-4/AA4FjqMBvGA/s1600/DSC000231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8gsbVh6oI/AAAAAAAAD-4/AA4FjqMBvGA/s400/DSC000231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480635219157576322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then he acts shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;next up are some photos of the meals i have on the first week on my 'healthy living' regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8iWlWVj5I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/c0_pqfV_fuI/s1600/DSC000241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8iWlWVj5I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/c0_pqfV_fuI/s400/DSC000241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480637042911448978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8iLpX3tdI/AAAAAAAAD_I/lK4OkZqditI/s1600/DSC000251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8iLpX3tdI/AAAAAAAAD_I/lK4OkZqditI/s400/DSC000251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480636855013062098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;steamed fish with beansprouts, baby carrots and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8il4mw-BI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/Z_WCpFLZqTs/s1600/DSC000361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8il4mw-BI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/Z_WCpFLZqTs/s400/DSC000361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480637305778665490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baked fish w black pepper, stirfry veges- french beans, baby carrots, turnip, beansprouts &amp;amp; taukua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8i0rivLQI/AAAAAAAAD_g/rGUzVqL74Ps/s1600/DSC000381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8i0rivLQI/AAAAAAAAD_g/rGUzVqL74Ps/s400/DSC000381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480637559970147586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8i-5vKr3I/AAAAAAAAD_o/7K1QV7bbk3A/s1600/DSC000391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8i-5vKr3I/AAAAAAAAD_o/7K1QV7bbk3A/s400/DSC000391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480637735579070322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FAVOURITE salad - lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, red&amp;amp;yellow&amp;amp;green peppers, 1.5 hard-boiled egg whites, baked chicken breast w black pepper. topping up with honey mustard, apple cider vinegar and 2 tbspn italian dressing.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8jJviOQ1I/AAAAAAAAD_w/kGzZaxaHx78/s1600/DSC000421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8jJviOQ1I/AAAAAAAAD_w/kGzZaxaHx78/s400/DSC000421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480637921818985298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baked salmon w black pepper and lemon juice, stirfry veges- kailan, green&amp;amp;red&amp;amp;yellow peppers, shitake and button mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baking class sponsored by 2nd bro's wifey eunice.&lt;br /&gt;it was held at robinsons centrepoint lvl 5 and i wouldn't say it was awesome but definitely an experience! wasn't cheap too($140/pax!!!), and it made me longing for those home econs lesson we had in lower sec days. it was a chocolately day. IT WAS CHOCO OVERLOAD! i know it's a v abrupt jump from the healthy food above, but it's relaxing and i guess its always a stress-relief to bake these sweet treats(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8l357EtsI/AAAAAAAAD_4/SyZNLU2YfuA/s1600/DSC000861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8l357EtsI/AAAAAAAAD_4/SyZNLU2YfuA/s400/DSC000861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480640913904809666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8mKjslfDI/AAAAAAAAEAA/IranSbnwUxA/s1600/DSC000431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8mKjslfDI/AAAAAAAAEAA/IranSbnwUxA/s400/DSC000431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480641234355977266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the ingredients&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8mXdIcjrI/AAAAAAAAEAI/lEAocJ3oeOo/s1600/DSC000451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8mXdIcjrI/AAAAAAAAEAI/lEAocJ3oeOo/s400/DSC000451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480641455932083890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chef making the Dark Ganarche Truffles. ingredients are pretty easy, just melt dark choco and cream. the difficult part was to get the texture right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8mjo5J3MI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/CFUxlb6gT7U/s1600/DSC000461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8mjo5J3MI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/CFUxlb6gT7U/s400/DSC000461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480641665247599810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we were split into 2 groups, here we're measuring the ingredients for the double choco cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8msZYSvpI/AAAAAAAAEAY/Xh-SVhQllOY/s1600/DSC000471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8msZYSvpI/AAAAAAAAEAY/Xh-SVhQllOY/s400/DSC000471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480641815702060690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whisking the eggs and sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8m0nl4zcI/AAAAAAAAEAg/fO6kZmmXvWA/s1600/DSC000481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8m0nl4zcI/AAAAAAAAEAg/fO6kZmmXvWA/s400/DSC000481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480641956956130754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adding in choco and butter melted tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8m--SOEdI/AAAAAAAAEAo/KvoRuVM1LwI/s1600/DSC000491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8m--SOEdI/AAAAAAAAEAo/KvoRuVM1LwI/s400/DSC000491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480642134846345682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8qscd2xxI/AAAAAAAAEAw/Sjlm6muaZTY/s1600/DSC000511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8qscd2xxI/AAAAAAAAEAw/Sjlm6muaZTY/s400/DSC000511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480646214577211154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;placing the mixture into springtin cake moulds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8q4COn_QI/AAAAAAAAEA4/IqtsoalV4UE/s1600/DSC000521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8q4COn_QI/AAAAAAAAEA4/IqtsoalV4UE/s400/DSC000521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480646413692435714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ruKVSYeI/AAAAAAAAEBA/i99BgI5jCCw/s1600/DSC000541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ruKVSYeI/AAAAAAAAEBA/i99BgI5jCCw/s400/DSC000541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480647343580799458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next up, we're gonna make chocolate tarts! here, the chef is teaching us how to roll out the tart base. before hand, we made the dough with butter, cocoa powder, flour,sugar and egg yolks and then to chill the dough 30mins in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8r2Q28ZSI/AAAAAAAAEBI/ZthO2a_MqyM/s1600/DSC000551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8r2Q28ZSI/AAAAAAAAEBI/ZthO2a_MqyM/s400/DSC000551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480647482771531042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8r9qURrrI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/IxOh_U6pwLU/s1600/DSC000561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8r9qURrrI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/IxOh_U6pwLU/s400/DSC000561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480647609864531634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8sITo49TI/AAAAAAAAEBY/o1vab9u-fmA/s1600/DSC000571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8sITo49TI/AAAAAAAAEBY/o1vab9u-fmA/s400/DSC000571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480647792755537202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8sQtlexKI/AAAAAAAAEBg/6kQwR6Jp9Os/s1600/DSC000591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8sQtlexKI/AAAAAAAAEBg/6kQwR6Jp9Os/s400/DSC000591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480647937159513250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8saNkrdGI/AAAAAAAAEBo/l5xcs3Mnnbk/s1600/DSC000611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8saNkrdGI/AAAAAAAAEBo/l5xcs3Mnnbk/s400/DSC000611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480648100364907618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then it was our turn to do it! here's Eunice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8shVgoF0I/AAAAAAAAEBw/jdFtkaayu_I/s1600/DSC000621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8shVgoF0I/AAAAAAAAEBw/jdFtkaayu_I/s400/DSC000621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480648222754477890" 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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8spYBBbUI/AAAAAAAAEB4/6QYXehcopPI/s1600/DSC000631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8spYBBbUI/AAAAAAAAEB4/6QYXehcopPI/s400/DSC000631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480648360866180418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;choco cake done! it's more of like a souffle kinda cake, fluffy texture. more choco and only v v v little flour. can you imagine the recipe of 7 small cakes only used 30g of flour?!&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8s3Lh0_3I/AAAAAAAAECA/WlIc1JHUHeo/s1600/DSC000661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8s3Lh0_3I/AAAAAAAAECA/WlIc1JHUHeo/s400/DSC000661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480648598032285554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we rolled the ganarche w our bare hands after it was well chilled in the fridge for more than an hour to make truffles!&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8tZLxpucI/AAAAAAAAECI/jI5pyZfbm9Y/s1600/DSC000671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8tZLxpucI/AAAAAAAAECI/jI5pyZfbm9Y/s400/DSC000671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480649182214207938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can either coat it with cocoa powder for those who'd prefer e bitter side of choco, or icing sugar for those w a sweet tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8u89ibuXI/AAAAAAAAEDI/q53wBLMq2yE/s1600/DSC000751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8u89ibuXI/AAAAAAAAEDI/q53wBLMq2yE/s400/DSC000751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480650896379197810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a great gift idea for xmas or vday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8tqRmQOMI/AAAAAAAAECQ/35EID3NWqls/s1600/DSC000681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8tqRmQOMI/AAAAAAAAECQ/35EID3NWqls/s400/DSC000681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480649475834788034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8tz0U-6lI/AAAAAAAAECY/QWf2fr1Hnoo/s1600/DSC000691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8tz0U-6lI/AAAAAAAAECY/QWf2fr1Hnoo/s400/DSC000691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480649639776414290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;choco tart base all baked and ready for the filling which consist of - milk, cream, 1 egg and alot of dark choco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8t-vjudLI/AAAAAAAAECg/KarYo8K43kw/s1600/DSC000731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8t-vjudLI/AAAAAAAAECg/KarYo8K43kw/s400/DSC000731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480649827474633906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8uICkr16I/AAAAAAAAECo/s5yoqwy_bO0/s1600/DSC000771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8uICkr16I/AAAAAAAAECo/s5yoqwy_bO0/s400/DSC000771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480649987197753250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8uQvHV0ZI/AAAAAAAAECw/YUevqZ9BaFg/s1600/DSC000801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8uQvHV0ZI/AAAAAAAAECw/YUevqZ9BaFg/s400/DSC000801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480650136593224082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;choco tart DONE!&lt;br /&gt;after chilling it in the fridge overnight at home, it was really really nice! i shall make this someday and treat everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ugzjCG3I/AAAAAAAAEC4/ZcsI45N4_SQ/s1600/DSC000811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ugzjCG3I/AAAAAAAAEC4/ZcsI45N4_SQ/s400/DSC000811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480650412661021554" 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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ur5KXgNI/AAAAAAAAEDA/i3aC9fu2Hxo/s1600/DSC000821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ur5KXgNI/AAAAAAAAEDA/i3aC9fu2Hxo/s400/DSC000821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480650603146739922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this choco cake seems to be good when paired with a dollop of vanilla ice-cream! haven't try it yet, still sitting there in my fridge, waiting for someone to share it w me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8vMA8k8hI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/XU636R_QQyM/s1600/DSC000831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8vMA8k8hI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/XU636R_QQyM/s400/DSC000831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480651154992198162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8vWPHJ6GI/AAAAAAAAEDY/M2Sh4pFFOI8/s1600/DSC000841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8vWPHJ6GI/AAAAAAAAEDY/M2Sh4pFFOI8/s400/DSC000841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480651330593351778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this was what each of us packed home. oh and the truffles which i didn't take any photos of it packed into a pretty gift bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and upon my 2nd visit back to dr.zul, i changed my braces colour! the nurse there will always take out a tray of colours and ask me which one would i like and i always have a difficult time choosing. i'd want a orange cause it looks so fresh and then i'd want this dark blue that seems to sparkle. and then i settled for...&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8wOWlPTDI/AAAAAAAAEDo/3T_NVG_LCjw/s1600/DSC001021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8wOWlPTDI/AAAAAAAAEDo/3T_NVG_LCjw/s400/DSC001021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480652294671256626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pink at the top and cyan at the bottom! thought its summertime so i should go for smth bright :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8w5_prfiI/AAAAAAAAEDw/iA3egwaVATU/s1600/DSC001031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8w5_prfiI/AAAAAAAAEDw/iA3egwaVATU/s400/DSC001031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480653044430110242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8yf0rZqmI/AAAAAAAAED4/LIJ0c2GtauU/s1600/DSC001061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8yf0rZqmI/AAAAAAAAED4/LIJ0c2GtauU/s400/DSC001061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480654793831197282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking which nail colour should i paint. i&lt;br /&gt;was afraid the green and sparkle was too girly girly and the purple was too plain. so the fickle-minded me painted all 10 fingers green and then got it off and then i painted all 10 of them purple and when i thought it was pretty alr, i accidentally rubbed my wet nails against smth and it smudged so i rubbed it all off agn. yes, so waste paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some self-loving time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ztXzLfHI/AAAAAAAAEEA/fqpsAKM6N2I/s1600/DSC000901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8ztXzLfHI/AAAAAAAAEEA/fqpsAKM6N2I/s400/DSC000901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480656126108990578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8z0kBeB-I/AAAAAAAAEEI/KOyV3xcymPA/s1600/DSC000911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8z0kBeB-I/AAAAAAAAEEI/KOyV3xcymPA/s400/DSC000911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480656249649235938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA80Gsk2ldI/AAAAAAAAEEU/5FwDqWPSdhM/s1600/DSC000921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA80Gsk2ldI/AAAAAAAAEEU/5FwDqWPSdhM/s400/DSC000921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480656561182774738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA80O9oePsI/AAAAAAAAEEc/GW16FRWnF_8/s1600/DSC000971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA80O9oePsI/AAAAAAAAEEc/GW16FRWnF_8/s400/DSC000971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480656703200313026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after procrastinating my exercise regime the last 2 days for the 2nd wk, due to my cramps, i went for my jog this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun was shining was i thought why not make use of this chance as well to tan myself a little! i applied sun tanning oil over my limbs. i guess the oil prevented me from perspiring during the jog and sweat was only dripping from my face. only when i started to do the stretching for cool down, i was dripping everywhere. and back to the mirror at home, i didn't look much tanner, maybe a little healthier-looking. gees. i guess it didn't worked as well as i was constantly on the run with shades from trees and buildings. the best way has still gotta be sun-bathing at the beach where vegetation is minimal. hello to pre-mature fast-aging skin plus skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed up regime but i'm determined to get it back on track. tmrw's gymming, fri- long cardio, sat-gym and sun-long cardio. still the same amt of exercise for wk2 and rest days are just pushed forward to the past 2 days. there, i've got it! 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L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TA8dhbuWPUI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/X8b4q_8I22Q/s72-c/DSC000021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2215046893289903443</id><published>2010-06-07T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:11:07.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cramps are so sickening.</title><content type='html'>for a moment, how i wish i were a guy. never have you gotta endure all the trouble to soothe that ache in the tummy, get hot food and spend more time in the toilet to clear up all those mess at least 4 times a day. luckily, cramps are always apparent to me only on the first day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*touchwood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the 2nd week of my 'healthy living', exercise regime as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon-long cardio (40mins)&lt;br /&gt;tues-strength training w short cardio&lt;br /&gt;wed-rest&lt;br /&gt;thurs-long cardio&lt;br /&gt;fri-strength training&lt;br /&gt;sat-long cardio&lt;br /&gt;sun-rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was happy with my performance last week, i followed through it all though there were little slipups of muching over too much nuts and some nibbles on chips and waffles, opps. but all in all,a pat on the back for the discipline to do the exercises(:&lt;br /&gt;but for today, i have not done my run due to the heavy rain in the morning and the sickening cramps,urgghh.  i wonder if i'll be better in the evening cause i don't wanna miss my run when i've been accomplishing everything last week. i'm even prepared to gym in the morning tmrw before heading to a baking lesson my bro's wifey and i signed up tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and i know i needa get hot food to ease the cramps but i was too hungry and feeling lazy to get out of the house, i had cereal and cold milk for lunch. i can go bang my head against the wall cause you know cold stuffs are gonna make the cramps worse. but the cereal was like there in my face and it was the simplestestestest food i could find at the very moment(maybe cause i had already opened the fridge). i couldn't even be bothered to open the kitchen cupboard(which was just next to the fridge-.-) to make myself hot instant 3-in-1 horlicks, kuku me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f the cramps ttm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edited&lt;/span&gt; - my stomach is so screwed, it can't decides if the pain i'm having is due to having too much shit in me or purely due to the cramps. it keeps sending wrong signals to the brain which then asks me to head to the loo. i've been in there 3 times for the past 2hrs plus. i'm gonna shit my intestines out alr. yes, bloody intestines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-2215046893289903443?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/2215046893289903443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=2215046893289903443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2215046893289903443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2215046893289903443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/06/cramps-are-so-sickening.html' title='cramps are so sickening.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-338590874174865487</id><published>2010-06-06T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:44:39.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECONS is ringing in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;SISTIC and bid—rigging cartel fined for infringing Competition Act&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the article and suddenly images of us in class discussing articles and issues with mr bong came flashing through my mind. and times where we were to hand in our assignments the next day and ester will go about asking for it. not forgetting tons of preparation lectures where ms poh(i can rmb her name cause someone said she was lynn poh's sister!) kept screaming in our face telling us how near is the big A's! plus all my lovely classmates and their stupid actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i miss class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-338590874174865487?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/338590874174865487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=338590874174865487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/338590874174865487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/338590874174865487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/06/econs-is-ringing-in-my-head.html' title='ECONS is ringing in my head'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7525971842709262788</id><published>2010-06-03T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:59:13.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weather is freaking hot.</title><content type='html'>i can't get up any earlier, so my 40mins jog around the neighborhood starts at 9am when the sun is super sunny. i'm becoming tanned just due to jogging, already having faint sports bra mark imprinted on me. but what can you do when you just have got jiggly thighs stomach and arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST. KEEP. RUNNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't do it at night cause the tv always have me glued to it from 8pm onwards. and i hate running during the peak hours where all the sch children get off from sch, with mums on bicycles and monkeys running all over the pathway. i'll need to keep going, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'excuse me, excuse me, sorry ah.'&lt;/span&gt;. so, either someone can accompany me to jog super late at night(like around midnight after all my shows) or else i've just gotta take it and run in the sun. and i'm thinking what if i apply tanning lotion to run.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just gotta look forward to the results of hard work though i'm feeling bloated and fat these days too,sighs. ):&lt;br /&gt;anw, something to get me excited, clar and i are watching S&amp;amp;TC2 later at 7pm! WOOTS! though she agreed to watch with her aj peeps alr, but she doesn't mind watching it with me first! lalala~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dancing around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and the best thing, we're having subway for dinner too! my fav! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TAdQH5rdJtI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/ze2wswUWdEk/s1600/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TAdQH5rdJtI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/ze2wswUWdEk/s400/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478435568391890642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it'll be nice, v nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7525971842709262788?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7525971842709262788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7525971842709262788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7525971842709262788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7525971842709262788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/06/weather-is-freaking-hot.html' title='the weather is freaking hot.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TAdQH5rdJtI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/ze2wswUWdEk/s72-c/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2715140839421128463</id><published>2010-06-02T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:34:21.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the opposite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TAY8qsVRiuI/AAAAAAAAD9I/FP_Tl0HZb7s/s1600/0511-0901-0516-4420_Man_Singing_in_the_Shower_clipart_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TAY8qsVRiuI/AAAAAAAAD9I/FP_Tl0HZb7s/s400/0511-0901-0516-4420_Man_Singing_in_the_Shower_clipart_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478132700895349474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered saying that i save so much more on shampoo with short hair, but in actual fact, i'm using much more water. why? cause showering is such a fast and easy task now that i do it everytime i perspire&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(how hot the weather is these days!)&lt;/span&gt;, which adds up to at least 2-3 times daily as compared to 1 or at most 2 times when i had long hair. hahaha, i hope dad won't come screaming at me when the bill comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'healthy living' going well, everything as planned. ran on mon, gymmed ytd and rest day tdy!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my butt is aching which is a good sign right?)&lt;/span&gt; :D i'm happy that i'm motivated to keep it up, been cooking my own meals too! steamed fish, bean sprouts, carrots and broccoli this afternoon for lunch. off to cook dinner soon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy eating 'real' food, i don't understand why i'm this fat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(okay, not fat fat but flabby,yes ass stomach thighs and arms)&lt;/span&gt;, hais. i can give up sweet food, i'm sure i can. cause i love the sight of veggies and especially fish! oh TOFU too! i don't really fancy hotdogs or luncheon meat or crabstick etc, all those stuffs that i can't see what it actually is. my mind will always start thinking if they're actually other kinda meat inside than the one stated. and it's a good thing cause these are so full of saturated fats. and talking about ice-creams and cakes, i'm sure if i don't start on it, i can stay away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" You have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decide what is important.&lt;/span&gt; If you would consider yourself deprived without a chocolate fix everyday, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make up your mind that you will just carry on as you are and accept being lumpy&lt;/span&gt;. That's fine.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It would be very boring if everyone looked the same.&lt;/span&gt; It all depends on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; how much your appearance matters to you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-only fat people skip breakfast, the refreshingly different diet book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;aside, i've made appeals to ntu and nus, hope i'll hear good news soon. cause SIM tuition fees are really really high. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-2715140839421128463?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/2715140839421128463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=2715140839421128463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2715140839421128463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2715140839421128463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/06/opposite.html' title='the opposite'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/TAY8qsVRiuI/AAAAAAAAD9I/FP_Tl0HZb7s/s72-c/0511-0901-0516-4420_Man_Singing_in_the_Shower_clipart_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-100312693368182958</id><published>2010-05-31T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:57:33.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLE's magazine-30 days to a bikini bod</title><content type='html'>i've started the plan today, though not a bikini bod(it'll take years for me -.-) but i'm sure i'll feel healthier by the end of the month! i'm going back to eating healthily and exercising frequently, after wks and mths of binging and feeding unhealthy food into my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the plan for WEEK 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day1- long cardio(40mins)&lt;br /&gt;day2- strength training with short cardio (most prob at the gym)&lt;br /&gt;day3- rest&lt;br /&gt;day4- long cardio(40mins)&lt;br /&gt;day5-strength training w short cardio.&lt;br /&gt;day 6&amp;amp;7-rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's for the first week. not very tough at first glance, so i'm sure i'll be able to keep up with it!&lt;br /&gt;plus, it's a good start to train for the standard chartered 21km marathon! gonna sign up for it before this friday with baby so we can enjoy it at a low low price of only $36! remembered i paid $50+ the previous year for the 10km run. and this year, i've seen the route we're gonna run for the 21km, we'll be passing Resorts World with those mascots greeting us, bet it'll be cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've borrowed books from the library ytd to keep me motivated throughout this plan. it says that i should eat every 4 hours to keep my blood sugar level stable, isn't so bad for losing weight eh! of course healthy stuffs. so its hi to wraps and lean meat plus lotsa veggies, my love(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking of working at Subway, i could earn money and at the same time enjoy my fav subs ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-100312693368182958?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/100312693368182958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=100312693368182958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/100312693368182958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/100312693368182958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/elles-magazine-30-days-to-bikini-bod.html' title='ELLE&apos;s magazine-30 days to a bikini bod'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-2816376098893967216</id><published>2010-05-25T20:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:30:42.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FULL of myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so, i finally cut short my hair and i'm liking it, no regrets! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(but of course i needa jian fei, cause i may look like a fishball anytime. gainned weight recently, hais.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are a few photos of me in short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_u8yQuTSpI/AAAAAAAAD8E/pRy7ReszIFI/s1600/DSC002631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_u8yQuTSpI/AAAAAAAAD8E/pRy7ReszIFI/s400/DSC002631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475177343667620498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_u89LUp5TI/AAAAAAAAD8M/GTFd0q87KP4/s1600/DSC002641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_u89LUp5TI/AAAAAAAAD8M/GTFd0q87KP4/s400/DSC002641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475177531196433714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;super neat, just out of the salon that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_vAbc3J8jI/AAAAAAAAD8s/r1-7n0_MbqU/s1600/DSC002881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_vAbc3J8jI/AAAAAAAAD8s/r1-7n0_MbqU/s400/DSC002881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475181349835502130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_vBCKCh7pI/AAAAAAAAD80/iKj_sZo29Mg/s1600/DSC002961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_vBCKCh7pI/AAAAAAAAD80/iKj_sZo29Mg/s400/DSC002961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475182014797835922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_u_gfgLUsI/AAAAAAAAD8c/P9OQkqUA9KY/s1600/DSC002982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_u_gfgLUsI/AAAAAAAAD8c/P9OQkqUA9KY/s400/DSC002982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475180336932147906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_vAF1LeFqI/AAAAAAAAD8k/tYI5cBafdX8/s1600/DSC003051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_vAF1LeFqI/AAAAAAAAD8k/tYI5cBafdX8/s400/DSC003051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475180978406037154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went back to the salon cause my mum wanna cut her hair too and jacky did help me style my hair a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my hair grows out of shape and longer, i may wanna cut it pixie short the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm liking it and my shower time has reduced from at least 15mins to about 6-7mins will do! plus i save alot of shampoo!! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-2816376098893967216?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/2816376098893967216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=2816376098893967216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2816376098893967216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/2816376098893967216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/full-of-myself.html' title='FULL of myself.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_u8yQuTSpI/AAAAAAAAD8E/pRy7ReszIFI/s72-c/DSC002631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-3110116318474937513</id><published>2010-05-23T21:18:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:58:32.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wk after ORD</title><content type='html'>short hair bloggin' about a long-haired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fun-filled week after his ord, ALOT of pics will tell.&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krbE0yLyI/AAAAAAAAD5c/vSMgtb-pX3U/s1600/dye+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krbE0yLyI/AAAAAAAAD5c/vSMgtb-pX3U/s400/dye+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474454566197145378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry pancakes for breakfast.&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ks7DSP6dI/AAAAAAAAD68/ZpeTgCmP8Uo/s1600/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ks7DSP6dI/AAAAAAAAD68/ZpeTgCmP8Uo/s400/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456215051299282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ktTp77VII/AAAAAAAAD7E/VxlnelKngkI/s1600/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ktTp77VII/AAAAAAAAD7E/VxlnelKngkI/s400/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456637743518850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Ubin- self made deluxe breakfast, biking and feeding mozzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krhcp1QFI/AAAAAAAAD5k/OFiLvp2xf9Q/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krhcp1QFI/AAAAAAAAD5k/OFiLvp2xf9Q/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474454675672875090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krpbgMN3I/AAAAAAAAD5s/PHBpUXZJuos/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krpbgMN3I/AAAAAAAAD5s/PHBpUXZJuos/s400/page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474454812802955122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krw1qBg1I/AAAAAAAAD50/ewwZCCd0UAs/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krw1qBg1I/AAAAAAAAD50/ewwZCCd0UAs/s400/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474454940082602834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kr4Pbhu3I/AAAAAAAAD58/CPz1zrNeZ2E/s1600/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kr4Pbhu3I/AAAAAAAAD58/CPz1zrNeZ2E/s400/page3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455067260205938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jollibean alike pancake rolls for tea time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kuVsN-iHI/AAAAAAAAD7M/5cuJD69ez58/s1600/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kuVsN-iHI/AAAAAAAAD7M/5cuJD69ez58/s400/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457772227463282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dinner- fav yong tau foo! damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ku0Q92dsI/AAAAAAAAD7U/GaS9bdYAqMM/s1600/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ku0Q92dsI/AAAAAAAAD7U/GaS9bdYAqMM/s400/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474458297488012994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentosa- banana french toast for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kr80UZfOI/AAAAAAAAD6E/mg2_AD9HdNs/s1600/page4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kr80UZfOI/AAAAAAAAD6E/mg2_AD9HdNs/s400/page4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455145881894114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksDXtlhDI/AAAAAAAAD6M/DFHSgUCYmCY/s1600/page5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksDXtlhDI/AAAAAAAAD6M/DFHSgUCYmCY/s400/page5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455258461996082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksKS6TrUI/AAAAAAAAD6U/kLdsdkUmOkQ/s1600/page6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksKS6TrUI/AAAAAAAAD6U/kLdsdkUmOkQ/s400/page6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455377432259906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksPko2VQI/AAAAAAAAD6c/FM-IF3WN7Fs/s1600/page7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksPko2VQI/AAAAAAAAD6c/FM-IF3WN7Fs/s400/page7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455468090217730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksT8AoPcI/AAAAAAAAD6k/CIKjR4sBmSw/s1600/page8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksT8AoPcI/AAAAAAAAD6k/CIKjR4sBmSw/s400/page8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455543083449794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksZa-CWyI/AAAAAAAAD6s/uDknTU0HLys/s1600/page9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksZa-CWyI/AAAAAAAAD6s/uDknTU0HLys/s400/page9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455637293423394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksei4JMYI/AAAAAAAAD60/r80ZlYFlhGs/s1600/page10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ksei4JMYI/AAAAAAAAD60/r80ZlYFlhGs/s400/page10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455725315535234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all time easy food- wraps, for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kvV7_cInI/AAAAAAAAD7c/4p9lnskZ4m8/s1600/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kvV7_cInI/AAAAAAAAD7c/4p9lnskZ4m8/s400/DSC00220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474458875973083762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what he ate after dinner-  peanut butter white bread. cheap easy indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kwBmxpL9I/AAAAAAAAD7k/955T2kpazCE/s1600/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kwBmxpL9I/AAAAAAAAD7k/955T2kpazCE/s400/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474459626192318418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mouth still itchy- made bite-size &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baileys&lt;/span&gt; pancakes.&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kxCSGWcTI/AAAAAAAAD7s/gESKhH4FWwc/s1600/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kxCSGWcTI/AAAAAAAAD7s/gESKhH4FWwc/s400/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474460737333522738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving for coconut we had the other day at ubin- market fruit stall and first time attempt to open a coconut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kxch5DdDI/AAAAAAAAD70/RzoMaRL2R0g/s1600/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kxch5DdDI/AAAAAAAAD70/RzoMaRL2R0g/s400/DSC00229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474461188249318450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kx21Mn4II/AAAAAAAAD78/7DZIZINFgvM/s1600/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_kx21Mn4II/AAAAAAAAD78/7DZIZINFgvM/s400/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474461640108269698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only there was another sucha week......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-3110116318474937513?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/3110116318474937513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=3110116318474937513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3110116318474937513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3110116318474937513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/wk-after-ord.html' title='a wk after ORD'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_krbE0yLyI/AAAAAAAAD5c/vSMgtb-pX3U/s72-c/dye+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-567495421672914809</id><published>2010-05-22T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:03:15.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rejection letter from NUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know you can't just sit in one corner and cry, so i've just gotta stand up and face the world with what i have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my shitty results, all thanks to maths and physics-.-, fuck you)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am looking at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SIM GLOBAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;bachelor of arts(communications)&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;double major (communications and psychology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lucky their closing date for application is 4th june, so i gotta act fast now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about it the whole night, i have a interview with NIE this coming monday but if i were to accept(if the interview goes well), i'll super regret my life cause the passion to teach died off in late pri/sec sch when i see teachers going mad crazy over students and i've heard teachers complained that yes their passion was teaching but in actual fact, they're doing more admin stuffs than teaching. yadayada, paid to study but there's a bond and with that degree, i can only teach, if not be a tuition teacher, but i can &lt;u&gt;only TEACH&lt;/u&gt; for my whole life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about it, it's definitely not what i want. like what coach said before, he couldn't see me dealing with kids but instead in media industry of sorts and i super agree with that! i'll wanna work with magazines, radio, advertising companies, tv journalism would be good-esp host for discovery channel&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my dream)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so i conclude that if things don't go my way, i'll still somehow or another make it work cause i don't wanna live my life in regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-567495421672914809?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/567495421672914809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=567495421672914809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/567495421672914809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/567495421672914809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7863799427474840447</id><published>2010-05-21T12:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:47:23.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time i spent these days.</title><content type='html'>looking at more and more pics of ladies with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YPRgzuyBI/AAAAAAAAD4s/iObIEEYGjbE/s1600/ellenbarkin2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YPRgzuyBI/AAAAAAAAD4s/iObIEEYGjbE/s400/ellenbarkin2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473579190654519314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YPaVJ6LbI/AAAAAAAAD40/YDyuvRvB4BM/s1600/katieholmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YPaVJ6LbI/AAAAAAAAD40/YDyuvRvB4BM/s400/katieholmes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473579342145138098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YP4HbNxQI/AAAAAAAAD48/mXTnlQBatbQ/s1600/mariella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YP4HbNxQI/AAAAAAAAD48/mXTnlQBatbQ/s400/mariella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473579853855704322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YP9oeIKSI/AAAAAAAAD5E/y_j7x6xw2z4/s1600/new-hairstyle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YP9oeIKSI/AAAAAAAAD5E/y_j7x6xw2z4/s400/new-hairstyle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473579948625635618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YQF7DJzmI/AAAAAAAAD5M/4AmkEEfe-ZI/s1600/Perfect-hairstyles-Kim-Hee-Sun-VS-Dee-Xu-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YQF7DJzmI/AAAAAAAAD5M/4AmkEEfe-ZI/s400/Perfect-hairstyles-Kim-Hee-Sun-VS-Dee-Xu-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473580091051724386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YQN894NkI/AAAAAAAAD5U/NrTveaX08dc/s1600/South-Korean-celebrity-2010-fashion-hairstyles-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YQN894NkI/AAAAAAAAD5U/NrTveaX08dc/s400/South-Korean-celebrity-2010-fashion-hairstyles-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473580229005424194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope mine turns out as nice too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7863799427474840447?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7863799427474840447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7863799427474840447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7863799427474840447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7863799427474840447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-i-spent-these-days.html' title='time i spent these days.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_YPRgzuyBI/AAAAAAAAD4s/iObIEEYGjbE/s72-c/ellenbarkin2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6305687353722434255</id><published>2010-05-21T10:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:16:14.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going liquid</title><content type='html'>i've been on a long a goooo-ey diet since tt day i blogged about having tauhuey, i STILL can't chew -.-&lt;br /&gt;i bought redbean pancake tt day and i gotta tear it into small pieces and actually swallow it, and for dinner, was super hungry so i swallow rice which was sucha hard time, so i decided that i should just go liquid till my teeth says they're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ytd, mum cooked &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;broccoli and chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;, all mashed up in the blender, looks like those kinda starter dish. VERY NICE. and she made &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;durian pudding&lt;/span&gt;-indulgence! i shall attempt to make it myself someday and let my friends try, SUPER NICE I TELL YOU, i gotta have 2 bowls :x and it was my 2nd bro's bday party at night at srg gardens,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Arbite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole galore of food but i could only help myself to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mushroom soup&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mashed potatoes&lt;/span&gt; plus the free flow of iced-tea. but it was really nice though! and i tabao-ed the mushroom soup home, hehe. it's homemade you could tell, there're like bits and pieces of mushroom pieces in there, not button mushrooms only but all kinda of mushrooms! like white button mushroom, shitake etc. and the best thing, i'm having it for brunch now! WOO! a bit too salty but still, very nice.&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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_X4stdSmXI/AAAAAAAAD4k/UJAeeYAO9Cs/s1600/Cream+of+Mushroom+Soup+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_X4stdSmXI/AAAAAAAAD4k/UJAeeYAO9Cs/s400/Cream+of+Mushroom+Soup+500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473554369139087730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(googled this, not actual photo. but looks about the same.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, going liquid isn't that bad after all (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;and, i'm gonna cut SHORT HAIR, final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at the party last night and my bro was introducing me to his hairstylist and i said on the spot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i wanna cut her hair"&lt;/span&gt;. okay, there was this girl with a super cool hairstyle sitting just beside him. and i got home and thought well, her hair may be a little too short, might show him the pic i want. and i rolled in bed till 4am i dont know why, may be the excitement of cutting my hair, or it may be the caffeine in the iced-tea which i had like 4-5 glasses the whole night. bro warned me about it but, caffeine seldom has any effect on me leh! i can drink coffee and off to bed like immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i should be canceling all my other salon appt since my bro will be sponsoring my haircut at his stylist! haha! i hope it turns out good, if not, its still hair and it'll grow out right! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(self-consoling, sobs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be getting it done tmrw afternoon, and if it's good, i'll bring mum over next week! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6305687353722434255?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6305687353722434255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6305687353722434255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6305687353722434255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6305687353722434255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-liquid.html' title='going liquid'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_X4stdSmXI/AAAAAAAAD4k/UJAeeYAO9Cs/s72-c/Cream+of+Mushroom+Soup+500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-3884532043697594341</id><published>2010-05-20T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:24:00.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty pretty</title><content type='html'>see jessica alba in short hair.,2010, a change from all the sweet pretty long hair she has been in for sucha long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chntw.com/short-hairstyles/2010-new-short-hairstyles-of-jessica-alba.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.chntw.com/short-hairstyles/2010-new-short-hairstyles-of-jessica-alba.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone will say,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"of course pretty lah! She's Jessica Alba leh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, to all guys, jessica alba&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; shit gold pee rainbows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-3884532043697594341?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/3884532043697594341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=3884532043697594341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3884532043697594341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/3884532043697594341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretty-pretty.html' title='pretty pretty'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6742900046232261390</id><published>2010-05-19T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:49:54.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my teeth are hurting</title><content type='html'>OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;i can barely put pressure against them, it's painful! they're like super sensitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spent 10mins brushing my teeth this morning, like i've gotta make sure all the brackets are plague-less, super time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the pain eliminates my desire for food, totally in ZERO MOOD to eat AT ALL. so i drank water this morning till noon and thinking rationally, i've still gotta put something into my stomach, not wanting to get gastric from having braces, that would be dumb nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i made my way downstairs to get ytf but the thought of biting keeps getting into my head and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'urgh, forget it'&lt;/span&gt;. so the nxt best option, i went to the tauhuey stall. i got myself a bowl of tauhuey and a redbean pancake(hoping that i can bite). and the nutritionist in me got me thinking how would i have vitamins if i dont eat fruits and veges, so i went over and got a cup of green apple + carrot juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which in total cost more than a packet of zha cai fan can! i'm so gonna be broke if i eat like this at every meal, so pray that my teeth stops hurting. anot i'll really have to tauhuey my days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing i can think of--- my teeth are moving which means that i'm a step nearer to getting pretty teeth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6742900046232261390?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6742900046232261390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6742900046232261390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6742900046232261390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6742900046232261390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-teeth-are-hurting.html' title='my teeth are hurting'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-468616244752237293</id><published>2010-05-18T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:53:30.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in braces.</title><content type='html'>for me, the one and only thing i know is that i have a gap in between my 2 front teeth and i want it closed, simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when my set of teeth is in dr.zul's hands, he sees a whole lot of problems, that's the diff between a pro and a noobie. so in the midst of orthodontic treatment, apart from closing the gap, he's gonna straighten my upper set of teeth which he says its not parallel to my eyes, kinda slanted to the left, push my lower jaw back cause he says its too protruding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i didn't know all of these except that my chin is rather sharp but i'm still thankful cause its not to the extent of a banana and i have never ever noticed that my upper set of teeth is slanted lah! till that day when he asked my to bite a metal ruler and obviously my teeth did not fit well on the ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today when i went to get the brackets fixed in, he left the upper 4 front teeth untouched first, saying that the roots of my back teeth are longer hence needs a longer time for them to move. if attached them tgt with the first 4 then i'll look like bugs bunny as the front 4 will move at a faster rate when compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i think i look weird.&lt;br /&gt;it's like not here nor there, but anyway, i've just gotta get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_KaZruKLqI/AAAAAAAAD4M/D5A3BFZZhrc/s1600/DSC002442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_KaZruKLqI/AAAAAAAAD4M/D5A3BFZZhrc/s400/DSC002442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472606263232310946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_KalCVGazI/AAAAAAAAD4U/83qjYBYzVH4/s1600/DSC002462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_KalCVGazI/AAAAAAAAD4U/83qjYBYzVH4/s400/DSC002462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472606458279783218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_KbDiGbyJI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ZW_aViV1LvE/s1600/DSC002402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_KbDiGbyJI/AAAAAAAAD4c/ZW_aViV1LvE/s400/DSC002402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472606982204278930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i'm still thinking about cutting my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-468616244752237293?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/468616244752237293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=468616244752237293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/468616244752237293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/468616244752237293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-braces.html' title='i&apos;m in braces.'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_KaZruKLqI/AAAAAAAAD4M/D5A3BFZZhrc/s72-c/DSC002442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7768616330856229871</id><published>2010-05-17T16:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:19:00.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still on the issue of short hair</title><content type='html'>saw the promotion for SALON VIM and i called to make an appt immediately(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they said its only for the first 200 customers but im sure its just a gimmick to make ppl call like mad and to make them feel special)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so oh wells, my appt is next wed 26th and i may or may not turn up also, just calling to book a place(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a kiasu singaporean)&lt;/span&gt; and in the meantime i'm still considering. though i believe the price has been slashed abit due to the promo,its still very steep and if i wanna cut my hair, i can still do it at the salon cheryl recommended. the bloggers are all raving at how good the stylists there are but you know, they're sponsored and they're alr naturally slim and pretty,i bet any hairstyle will look equally good on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still considering, i can't bear to snip off my long tresses yet i wanna have a change from my long flat hair, then again i'm afraid i'll look worse, like a huge fishball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6SulLTiI/AAAAAAAAD3s/9HcVpiOzQg4/s1600/short1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6SulLTiI/AAAAAAAAD3s/9HcVpiOzQg4/s400/short1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472148746903703074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6dMLblUI/AAAAAAAAD30/_YquwyS_qNk/s1600/denise01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6dMLblUI/AAAAAAAAD30/_YquwyS_qNk/s400/denise01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472148926647473474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6kGc3w3I/AAAAAAAAD38/cTyYTMrtPG8/s1600/denise02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6kGc3w3I/AAAAAAAAD38/cTyYTMrtPG8/s400/denise02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472149045369095026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6q2wVW8I/AAAAAAAAD4E/Qt5sQwWwFf4/s1600/denise03.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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6q2wVW8I/AAAAAAAAD4E/Qt5sQwWwFf4/s400/denise03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472149161414843330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't short hair look pretty, chic and different from all the usual long hair you see on the streets? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7768616330856229871?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7768616330856229871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7768616330856229871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7768616330856229871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7768616330856229871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-on-issue-of-short-hair.html' title='still on the issue of short hair'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_D6SulLTiI/AAAAAAAAD3s/9HcVpiOzQg4/s72-c/short1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1903207765725497817</id><published>2010-05-16T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:42:07.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super super tempted this time round</title><content type='html'>yes, to cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;please do me a favour by doing the poll on the right, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ARalLybYI/AAAAAAAAD3c/l8xlogI4xMw/s1600/shortchic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ARalLybYI/AAAAAAAAD3c/l8xlogI4xMw/s400/shortchic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471892695610977666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ARzBjWn-I/AAAAAAAAD3k/erZY5LGVNMg/s1600/shortchic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ARzBjWn-I/AAAAAAAAD3k/erZY5LGVNMg/s400/shortchic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471893115542872034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan is to first cut the one on the top(last pic) which is longer, and when my hair grows out of shape i can try the one above. i like both haircuts v v v v v much. and now im thinking if it's the right choice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1903207765725497817?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1903207765725497817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1903207765725497817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1903207765725497817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1903207765725497817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/super-super-tempted-this-time-round.html' title='super super tempted this time round'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S_ARalLybYI/AAAAAAAAD3c/l8xlogI4xMw/s72-c/shortchic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7564522631475068336</id><published>2010-05-08T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:37:28.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;next week is kinda planned, or maybe impromptu decisions will add that bit of spice ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looking forward&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and i'll take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOTS of pics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm still very very very freaking bloated from the indian vegetarian dinner at little india just now.&lt;br /&gt;kinda ripped off, guess they thought we can't understand them but oh wells, gotta pay to learn, we'll have better luck in finding cheap and good food next time. -.-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7564522631475068336?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7564522631475068336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7564522631475068336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7564522631475068336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7564522631475068336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/looking-forward.html' title='looking forward'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4521144885524129988</id><published>2010-05-07T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:50:22.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much on my mind</title><content type='html'>we're all afraid of the unknown, i mean what if, right?&lt;br /&gt;what if what if what if... i mean, seriously, what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop whining and grown up, i so much wanna act like my age, do something about it cause all these won't help in any way, but... ah well i don't know why can't i move on from the spot i am now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4521144885524129988?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4521144885524129988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4521144885524129988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4521144885524129988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4521144885524129988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/much-on-my-mind.html' title='much on my mind'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-6506041978501817988</id><published>2010-05-05T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:29:26.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubberbands in mouth</title><content type='html'>1/3 weeks for the completion of braces to be in the mouth, first the separators which are the rubberbands in between my molar teeth. they kinda create a space for the metal pieces to be fitted in. i don't feel much pain, but rather uncomfortable and they do feel sensitive when i put pressure while biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so slacky these days, waking up at 1030am the earliest, have lunch, watch teevee, read bk/nap, have dinner and mooorreee teevee. and weather these days are so hot! down on luck that the air-con at home is faulty, i'm almost perspiring every now and then. not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally met up with some of the temp staff last sunday, dinner at astons and dessert at swensens. we should plan an itinerary out next time, we didn't know where to head to for such a long time. out next outing if nothing goes wrong would be on the 21st, kbox i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S-EPFEgbdAI/AAAAAAAAD2s/b3ELwG6sNvs/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S-EPFEgbdAI/AAAAAAAAD2s/b3ELwG6sNvs/s400/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467668002388014082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ff is well happy on her poly course, physiotherapy. federick(uncle patrick) is well enjoying his time overseas, cy sw and me are all unemployed but cy seems to be enjoying too as she's gonna go korea SOON! like 3 overseas trips after her A's alr, how shiok is that man! and sad sad bw is STILL working at starhub. haha, but i guess he's happy there earning loads of moolah. we'll have more more fun the nxt time round guys! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and random,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S-EQKD9OjOI/AAAAAAAAD20/4o7L6TR1brw/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S-EQKD9OjOI/AAAAAAAAD20/4o7L6TR1brw/s400/page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467669187651341538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-6506041978501817988?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/6506041978501817988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=6506041978501817988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6506041978501817988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/6506041978501817988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/rubberbands-in-mouth.html' title='rubberbands in mouth'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S-EPFEgbdAI/AAAAAAAAD2s/b3ELwG6sNvs/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1935718119403178808</id><published>2010-05-01T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:35:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photoscaped 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9vnx8VEF4I/AAAAAAAAD2k/VU9yXlkB55M/s1600/gayness+is+the+new+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9vnx8VEF4I/AAAAAAAAD2k/VU9yXlkB55M/s400/gayness+is+the+new+black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466217417938311042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9vnok7IJNI/AAAAAAAAD2c/Wo-fz6UEipE/s1600/smoke+ad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9vnok7IJNI/AAAAAAAAD2c/Wo-fz6UEipE/s400/smoke+ad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466217257036686546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9vk_3wgv9I/AAAAAAAAD2U/QJgZX6mSYio/s1600/stare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9vk_3wgv9I/AAAAAAAAD2U/QJgZX6mSYio/s400/stare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466214358694543314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1935718119403178808?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1935718119403178808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1935718119403178808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1935718119403178808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1935718119403178808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/05/photoscaped-2.html' title='photoscaped 2'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9vnx8VEF4I/AAAAAAAAD2k/VU9yXlkB55M/s72-c/gayness+is+the+new+black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-7328019392046131363</id><published>2010-04-26T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:43:21.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 front teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9T8wSKpT_I/AAAAAAAAD2E/0o7r7czbC4E/s1600/VOGUE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9T8wSKpT_I/AAAAAAAAD2E/0o7r7czbC4E/s400/VOGUE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464270154347663346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9T9KNYV-MI/AAAAAAAAD2M/OjT7_V3qx3A/s1600/vanessa-paradis-rouge-coco.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/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9T9KNYV-MI/AAAAAAAAD2M/OjT7_V3qx3A/s400/vanessa-paradis-rouge-coco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464270599739537602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the new television campaign for Rouge Coco, directed by renowned photo-grapher Jean-Baptiste Mondino, Paradis is seen applying her lipstick whistling along to the tune  of the 1960s hit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What A Day For A Daydream &lt;/span&gt;by Lovin' Spoonful. While Philips admits that Paradis might not have the perfect "model" face, he points out that she possess a unique beauty that she embraces and carries off very well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And an extra for me that she has lucky teeth," he adds. "The litle gap between the front teeth is called 'lucky teeth' in France, and for my first lipstick launch, every additional bit of luck is welcomed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- ELLE magazine Singapore&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY ?! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-7328019392046131363?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/7328019392046131363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=7328019392046131363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7328019392046131363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/7328019392046131363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-front-teeth.html' title='2 front teeth'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9T8wSKpT_I/AAAAAAAAD2E/0o7r7czbC4E/s72-c/VOGUE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4325808548862441664</id><published>2010-04-25T20:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:06:43.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its gradually calling out to me</title><content type='html'>yes, that is it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHORT HAIR&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, i know what guys think.&lt;br /&gt;girls girls girls, when they have long hair they want it in curls, and then straighten it and have it in different shades when chocolate brown and chestnut brown doesn't actually makes quite a different, it's brown, duh. and then, being girls, apart from spending all the extras i.e bras and pads, makeup, serum blah blah blah, they're still always spending so much. after so much effort in keeping the hair long, all the treatment and what not, and then they wanna cut it short?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, girls are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm sure i'm not gonna cut it anytime soon, but i'm betting against myself, if i ever manage to drop another 5-8kgs, i'll definitely cut my hair. cause to me, i feel that, skinny/slim people don short hair best. makes them look lively, full of zest and gives off a trendy,up-to-date vibe ;) whereas for fleshier girls like me, i personally am afraid that i'll end up looking like a fishball and people may start mistaking me as a lesbian(the cut i have in mind is kinda real short). well, i'm also sure majority of guys do like girls with long hair, more feminine i'd say, not all though, some in short hair do give off that sexy and stylish vibe too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in order to fulfill my inner calling, i searched the web and tried different hairstyles on myself.&lt;br /&gt;some so-so, some are bad and some i can't help but so damn wanna cut it straight away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3EFZkEoI/AAAAAAAAD0s/dkUHFsqGKtI/s1600/s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3EFZkEoI/AAAAAAAAD0s/dkUHFsqGKtI/s320/s1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464052791215657602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought this was okay but looked a little old :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3PYsTi5I/AAAAAAAAD00/OEgP8s_sq5I/s1600/s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3PYsTi5I/AAAAAAAAD00/OEgP8s_sq5I/s320/s2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464052985373100946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this looks not bad but kinda cheeee-na AT looking, of course not in sucha colour, and it's not the kinda cut im looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3XnwuXMI/AAAAAAAAD08/xxRNccSfBrQ/s1600/s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3XnwuXMI/AAAAAAAAD08/xxRNccSfBrQ/s320/s3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053126857120962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this looks quite cool, not bad! looks  a little boyish, kinda afraid  people might  be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3cgJG4kI/AAAAAAAAD1E/D75Z9j-xAoc/s1600/s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3cgJG4kI/AAAAAAAAD1E/D75Z9j-xAoc/s320/s4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053210711253570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this looks sleek and chic! may want something of this sort but with more volume and certainly , i will never bleach me hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3nHIXhFI/AAAAAAAAD1M/Cvm9jU_lnac/s1600/s5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3nHIXhFI/AAAAAAAAD1M/Cvm9jU_lnac/s320/s5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053392975823954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like this!!! chic,cool, trendy! NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3sMaLPPI/AAAAAAAAD1U/DcU7FDeJP5I/s1600/s6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3sMaLPPI/AAAAAAAAD1U/DcU7FDeJP5I/s320/s6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053480292039922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was trying out, not the kind i want. looks like what an auntie will cut :/ nice bob shape though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3xenzGWI/AAAAAAAAD1c/WQ_XYZpKgys/s1600/s7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3xenzGWI/AAAAAAAAD1c/WQ_XYZpKgys/s320/s7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053571080362338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this looks chic too, may try out something like this first before going for the shorter one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q32dFBD-I/AAAAAAAAD1k/pe8it059xdU/s1600/s8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q32dFBD-I/AAAAAAAAD1k/pe8it059xdU/s320/s8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053656565387234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i look like a jap pop-culture kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the hair colour in ash brown will look different, the cut looks nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q37F3I3jI/AAAAAAAAD1s/2fi9s7jowVM/s1600/s9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q37F3I3jI/AAAAAAAAD1s/2fi9s7jowVM/s320/s9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053736232508978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q4ETF3foI/AAAAAAAAD10/u_vbgvlnKFY/s1600/s9.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q4ETF3foI/AAAAAAAAD10/u_vbgvlnKFY/s320/s9.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053894402768514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at first i thought  it looks like a bunch of dried grass on my head, but a closer look,  feels so style! me like! but it somehow adds age to my  face? when i alr look so chao-lao :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q4KXPGznI/AAAAAAAAD18/UZXmO7HSXrY/s1600/s10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q4KXPGznI/AAAAAAAAD18/UZXmO7HSXrY/s320/s10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464053998594477682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like this too! looks a little like zac efron though :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyways, cheryl have nice short hair and if i ever wanna cut mine, i'll go to her stylist to cut it. ever thought of paying hundred of bucks to get it cut at some high end salon&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mind you its a major change so i dont wanna risk it)&lt;/span&gt;, but since cheryl says tt her stylist is good and her short hair is always cut so stylish-ly, i don't mind giving tt guy a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's when i'm ready to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-am watching starawards and chen liping has a v cool haircut too!! *slurps*&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/19474242-4325808548862441664?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4325808548862441664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4325808548862441664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4325808548862441664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4325808548862441664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-gradually-calling-out-to-me.html' title='its gradually calling out to me'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S9Q3EFZkEoI/AAAAAAAAD0s/dkUHFsqGKtI/s72-c/s1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-4176729296579185970</id><published>2010-04-21T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:24:59.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boysboysboys</title><content type='html'>we were talking the other day, and i was putting my point across of what kinda boys will attract me. maybe different girls will have different perspective, but i'm sure it wouldn't differ too far. we're talking about outer appearance here, of course it's the first-impression that'll let the girl make up her mind if she's interested in you or not, to even go into the little little stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HYGIENE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand a guy with BO, bad breath, dirty and bitten/long nails, oily hair and a serious acne case. it applies to every boy out there! you may not have the best genes but adhere to these, some humor coupled with gentlemanliness, i'm sure you'd still be able to get the girl of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the BO part, i bet you could cover up with huge tons of cologne but when u start perspiring, it'll still be ewwww. so, bathe regularly and put on antiperspirant if you know tt you've got sucha case. it's a different thingy with a manly smell, i can assure you that it's a totally different thing. &lt;br /&gt;bad breath; please brush your teeth and wash your mouth with listerine, gulp down loads of water and carry mints with you.&lt;br /&gt;nails; oh these are what i observe the first time i see the guy, cause i can never visualize those yucky hands on me.&lt;br /&gt;hair; if you wanna don those longer styles, make sure they don't look sticky and oily covering almost half of your face. to me, a guy's hair should look fresh, something which i'll wanna ruffle my hands into.&lt;br /&gt;acne; please follow the basic routine of washing your face even though you're a guy, it isn't sissy buying facial foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, if you wanna do bodybuilding, please be of some height, at least 180 and above i'd say? if not, its nice looking trim and lean too.(oh of course i hate skinnies, i mean, you ought to at least look like a GUY, please.) i can't stand guys who ain't that tall but are crazily trying to rip their tees apart, it just ain't appealing and i'm sorry i just can't help but give that weird stare. look proportionate for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bascially, to put it bluntly, if you think that you have the potential(looking good), make some trips to the gym and put a little effort into dressing up. if not, stick to the basic hygiene routine and you'll still be as welcomed as the boy-next-door ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-4176729296579185970?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/4176729296579185970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=4176729296579185970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4176729296579185970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/4176729296579185970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/04/boysboysboys.html' title='boysboysboys'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1631309289270093984</id><published>2010-04-20T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:03:55.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEIJI MILK= yumms! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S809pVryc6I/AAAAAAAAD0c/Lvq6XlQecs8/s1600/4_280_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S809pVryc6I/AAAAAAAAD0c/Lvq6XlQecs8/s400/4_280_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462089703475016610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(okay, just both of us)&lt;/span&gt; just voted this the best milk ever!&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the low-fat(light blue) pic so this's the normal pure fresh milk, but of course i'll ask all of you guys to go for the low-fat one! HEALTHIER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the years i've been drinking milk(yes, i can't live without them!), there was HL when i was younger and then in recent years it became Daisy Hi-Lo and the occasional Marigold Fresh Milk(more ex so we cut back on this), and when dad decided to get this due to some promotion, i immediately fell in love with it and we've been getting this since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this smooth feeling in the mouth when u drink it, no gooey very milky taste nor is it very sweet, just nice! :D oh and my family can finish 2L in like 3-4days the max, cause i can't stop heading to the fridge every now and then to take a sip when i'm at home. plus, it goes very well with morning cereals, it brings out the freshness without overpowering it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i gave in to temptation and i searched the storeroom for canned soup(SHIT) knowing that's it's so fattening. just felt like having hot stuff for lunch and i didn't want to go dwnstairs to gt food due to my swollen face):&lt;br /&gt;finished the liquid and threw away the potatoes inside(can't chew), so i hope that'll minus minus minus more calories than the actual stated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1631309289270093984?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1631309289270093984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1631309289270093984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1631309289270093984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1631309289270093984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/04/meiji-milk-yumms.html' title='MEIJI MILK= yumms! :D'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S809pVryc6I/AAAAAAAAD0c/Lvq6XlQecs8/s72-c/4_280_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-87911064607265578</id><published>2010-04-19T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:18:16.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it my fault?!</title><content type='html'>my gum's are aching and my dad happily wants to pick a quarrel with me.&lt;br /&gt;for what, for me not giving the house any allowance/pay bills and giving him money when i'm working and that i'm still taking allowance from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for heaven's sake, i wonder if he has ever asked that from my 2 wwwaaayyyy elder brothers.&lt;br /&gt;just because i can't fcuking talkback now, so it's the best time to shoot all these at me yea, smart choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, i feel that working is out of my own time and it's extra allowance to me cause it's my time and i use it to earn those spare bucks for myself for the hols and it's not that i'm working full-time or that i'm earning super big bucks. i feel that it's not a need for me to spare out any cash that i've hard-earn myself for the past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's what i chose to do with my spare time, so it's of no obligations to give my money to the family. don't put me in a bad light cause it's not that he's slogging out to make ends meet, we're doing fine! and i wonder so what if i use my money to pay bills etc, then for fuck sake where does his salary goes to? he's working to only pay for me and the house now that's all, that's all, so why is there a need for me to pay the bills?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, like what i've said , these few bucks in the bank are my hard-earned cash and he should still give me my monthly allowance, when he thinks otherwise. like what i've said, it's MY EXTRA earnings cause i choose to do so. imagine if i just slacked around for the past months, he'd still have to give me my allowance.. i chose to change time for money,so it's what i earned and i ought to have those cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will pay the house bills, i will give my parents money, that's just common sense.&lt;br /&gt;i will do all those when i'm getting a monthly pay of a few thousand bucks and not exchanging all of my precious time to earn those few hundred dollars in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is obviously not the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-87911064607265578?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/87911064607265578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=87911064607265578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/87911064607265578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/87911064607265578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-it-my-fault.html' title='is it my fault?!'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-8496759500235948674</id><published>2010-04-19T18:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:30:35.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom tooth surgery (left)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S8wrcq25_cI/AAAAAAAADzQ/vf2hvM84tm0/s1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S8wrcq25_cI/AAAAAAAADzQ/vf2hvM84tm0/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461788219634482626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hardcore drilling for about half an hour this morning to get this side of the wisdom tooth out, unlike the right side which felt almost immediately, like 'pop!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr.ong asked how was the healing part of the previous side and i told her i took painkillers after the numbness when off about 3 hours after the surgery, but it had no effect. she said i shuold pop the pills even before the pain comes on. so this time, immediately after the surgery, the nurse gave me a cup of water and i took all the pills there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt; the pain is still bearable till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was changing the gauze just now, i looked into the mirror and felt that taking out of this tooth had somewhat or another changed my bite! not sure yet though cause i've yet to remove the gauze from my mouth and we'll see again when everything recovers. looks like i've got a better bite, the front teeth are covering the lower set of teeth more! feels like this left tooth has been causing the lower jaw to look more protruding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,i thought the tooth on this side looks bigger than the previous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S8wuJXKuh5I/AAAAAAAADzw/4B54P-GGK8o/s1600/DSC000261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S8wuJXKuh5I/AAAAAAAADzw/4B54P-GGK8o/s320/DSC000261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461791186466277266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S8wud5RWyQI/AAAAAAAAD0A/mfQPjqwB6xg/s1600/right+tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S8wud5RWyQI/AAAAAAAAD0A/mfQPjqwB6xg/s320/right+tooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461791539218270466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-8496759500235948674?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/8496759500235948674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=8496759500235948674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8496759500235948674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/8496759500235948674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/04/wisdom-tooth-surgery-left.html' title='wisdom tooth surgery (left)'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmkwcAJAHSo/S8wrcq25_cI/AAAAAAAADzQ/vf2hvM84tm0/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-1551652086566433498</id><published>2010-04-18T20:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:39:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a stupid-fat-ugly mean bitch</title><content type='html'>i'm this mean bitch inside of me, i see ppl telling me they've gotten their LOA to diff schools.&lt;br /&gt;one side i'm really happy for them, on another side, jealousy had gotten the better of me, how i hope the person would be me instead. the depressed feeling stays till the day i receive smth from either NTU or NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm this mean bitch inside of me, when i see skinny ppl, i secretly curse and hope for them to grow fat cause i'm so damn jealous of their bodies.but actually i take them as inspirations, admire them, visit their blogs and fb, just to spite myself, allowing to face reality of what a fat ass i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm this mean bitch inside of me, when i see ppl with good fashion sense, i can't help thinking if all their pretty clothes will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;cause you can see me hopelessly lazy and i'd rather dress in tanktops and denim skirt. i have no idea of what i look good in or what haircut i don best, or what's the most fashion forward trend. so i'm just trying, trying to follow up with frequent visits of websites, magazines and fashion blogs. or maybe i just feel that nothing will ever look good on such a body so i don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just this person who have lost her confidence over the past alot of months, i shriek when i see narcissist photos taken  years ago. i can't believe i did those, i can't believe i thought i was pretty. or maybe these days, i'm just too self-conscious which have caused all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid, fat and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, i'll get this over in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-1551652086566433498?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/1551652086566433498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=1551652086566433498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1551652086566433498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/1551652086566433498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-this-mean-bitch-inside-of-me-i-see.html' title='i&apos;m a stupid-fat-ugly mean bitch'/><author><name>Jac. L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664619825316330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19474242.post-472589182964080345</id><published>2010-04-15T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:42:17.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to stop spending when im out alone.</title><content type='html'>went back to shop to get signature and off to hand in my last 2 days of timesheet.&lt;br /&gt;and i spend them away like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://www.teampeterstigter.com/catwalk/catwalktrends-ss2010-harem-pants/"&gt;Harem pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(different cuts, grey &amp;amp; black)&lt;/span&gt;, a chiffon top(pink) &amp;amp; a black studded wedge&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i'm overly obessed in wedges lately!)&lt;/span&gt; which i've been eying from Mitju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED TO STOP SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;. fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19474242-472589182964080345?l=-jac-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/feeds/472589182964080345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19474242&amp;postID=472589182964080345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/472589182964080345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19474242/posts/default/472589182964080345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-jac-.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-to-stop-spending-when-im-out.html' title='i need to stop spending when im out alone.'/><author><name>Jac. 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