<?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-13358900</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:02:30.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lub ish priceless - lub ish fereva //</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358900.post-114114016181150367</id><published>2006-02-21T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:22:41.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the plan there went wrong.</title><content type='html'>SURPRISE! I meant a real surprised but it didnt turn to be 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, she was closed to tear again. We did it thought.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it supposed to be on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FINALIZED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone supposed to be there by 515pm.&lt;br /&gt;2. Reserve table for 8&lt;br /&gt;3. Get ready a cake&lt;br /&gt;4. Order the Pizza Meal&lt;br /&gt;5. Get Jun Liang (Weiling's current bf) to pretend he's reserved the seats.&lt;br /&gt;6. BRING HER IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WHAT WENT WRONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone was late. (It's understood.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Jun Liang told her she's not COMING.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wei Ling decided not to come!&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone arrived then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMEDIAL ACTIONS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Call her&lt;br /&gt;2. Persuade her&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm ALREADY there alone. Dammit JL. (not Jamie Loo. JUN LIANG)&lt;br /&gt;4. She PITIED me. (Im not pathetic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CORRECTION OF PLAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone arrived and slacked in Pizza Hut (Plaza Singapura)&lt;br /&gt;2. Got ready the cake and food.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pretended I reserved the seatings and,&lt;br /&gt;4. got her to walk in on her own (towards the presence of the sweetheart!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized everything was a 4 steps plans. COOL* Dont envious.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was sweeter to someone esle.&lt;br /&gt;Although, it was pretty sad that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss Alfred so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114114016181150367?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114114016181150367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114114016181150367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114114016181150367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114114016181150367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/plan-there-went-wrong.html' title='the plan there went wrong.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114113864193387991</id><published>2006-02-21T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:11:39.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated birthday to euuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_7943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_7943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Left; Si Wei (Part-Time h2O, Nikolas - Cherie's current BF, Cherie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_7934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_7934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Birthday Cake ; its not pathetic ok. we had pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_7932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_7932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;H2O minus 1 again ; she went to toilet so too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BIRTHDAY GIRL in the MIDDLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114113864193387991?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114113864193387991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114113864193387991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114113864193387991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114113864193387991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/belated-birthday-to-euuu.html' title='belated birthday to euuu'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114086036080181207</id><published>2006-01-31T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:19:26.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real surprise is a MAN...</title><content type='html'>"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Rashiqah...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!!!"" The song goes on &amp; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whistles. It's 3rd day of CNY and I'm stucked in Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;NO. Not knocking at anyone's door for angbaos &lt;br /&gt;but celebrating Rash's b.brithday in Swensen.&lt;br /&gt;We got a nice cute doggy bank with angbao in it JUST FOR HER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this interesting badge (In PS funky shop)&lt;br /&gt;that reads,&lt;br /&gt;"MENopause, MENstruation &amp; MENtal stress.&lt;br /&gt;Why do all problems start with MEN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There inside Swensen, we ambushed and waited for&lt;br /&gt;Rash to arrive. (without her knowing who's there alr)&lt;br /&gt;The staff who brought out the cake was her EX-classmate!&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda CUTE &amp; Lilian teased him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the guy wrote down his no. &lt;br /&gt;for RASHIQAH and not for Lilian. Poor lil Lilian.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL* The cutie blushed and ask RASH to keep in contact with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SWEET. AN INNOCENT FLIRT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the real surprise was actually that CUTIE and NOT US! &lt;br /&gt;WTH! so? As long Rash is happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have a solo date with Stitchie, I waited half an hour&lt;br /&gt;for him not knowing that he's THERE alr. NVM.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lido to meet the BAOs for whichever reason.&lt;br /&gt;(to crash their date. Heex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had dinner @ Orchard Swensen. Baked Rice Fish Fillet YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Alfred was so damn FIERCE. "HAVE DINNER."&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them have some snacks. Ok. &lt;br /&gt;Edwin had Fish &amp; Chips. Yianie complained the brownie yucks!&lt;br /&gt;*eeek... shall not have the brownie next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I must say... CHOCOLATE ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEerrr... ALFRED was SWEET today. (if only that lasts...)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna eat him up one day for being so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;Just joking. Deeply in love for his TENDERNESS! *muacK*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114086036080181207?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114086036080181207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114086036080181207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114086036080181207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114086036080181207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/real-surprise-is-man.html' title='The real surprise is a MAN...'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114080353894063968</id><published>2006-01-30T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:40:06.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Day 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>DAY 1: DA YI's Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEAMBOAT AGAIN! I had Reunion Dinner on Sunday with my Uncle &amp; my family. Poor Bro was suffering in Shanghai then. &lt;br /&gt;Damn him to leave me alone today. &lt;br /&gt;It's a boring day other than watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;NO nudity. NO sexual content. Best if it's CARTOON.&lt;br /&gt;Watched some silly cartoons with my nieces &amp; nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I was bored. Jeremy &amp; Sheena didnt want to play&lt;br /&gt;card games. Jovin was irritated and I was begging to be saved!&lt;br /&gt;Jovin &amp; I ended up playing DaiDee with Wei Ming and Melvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! They dont even know how to play except Jovin.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I was the winner and I didnt bully them ok!&lt;br /&gt;My cousins said I looked FAT! &lt;br /&gt;WTH WTH WTH WTF! They changed their mind after examined my FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got heartshape face. Not fat afterall. Still short!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH WTH WTH WTF! Must they do this to me? We havent met for years!&lt;br /&gt;Poor me. Magazine designer for SPH? Cool cousin I got!&lt;br /&gt;THey're pretty and reaching 28, still single and TALL!&lt;br /&gt;(at least 168cm, I'm still 165cm!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disgusted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2: ER YI's Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cheated! No kids around? I was alone. &lt;br /&gt;Entertainment PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;One of my cousin taught me to gamble; LABI.&lt;br /&gt;The name of the game. WTF! excellant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 or 2 hours of speculating the game of the adults,&lt;br /&gt;MY SAVIOURS came... Wei Ming, Melvin &amp; Ying Ying!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was free... that means MORE MOVIES to watch &lt;br /&gt;and a little girl to throw down the block.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN to play along with... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Why is CNY a torture... AngBao $$$$ pretty little too.&lt;br /&gt;CNY festive isnt happeneing at all.&lt;br /&gt;ALfred's one sounded BETTER! I wish I can be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a one day family exchange programe. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114080353894063968?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114080353894063968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114080353894063968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114080353894063968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114080353894063968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-day-1-2.html' title='CNY Day 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114080280271260948</id><published>2006-01-27T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:40:02.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Marina Square</title><content type='html'>Stitch 'n' Lilo 7th Month lovey-dovey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember the first time we out on date,&lt;br /&gt;was to check out my Mum @ Suntec. &lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked around Marina Square &amp; Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;It was an innocent and awkward moment.&lt;br /&gt;That was also the time, I was truly charmed by this young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're back to our used-to-be hang out area.&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to shop around Marina Square and&lt;br /&gt;settle down in Cafe Cartel for Lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is my turn to place the order and foot the bill first.&lt;br /&gt;*giggles* sounds confusing? Well, usually Alfred's the one doing it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it will be nice for me to do it for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred is so hug-able. &lt;br /&gt;I was cold and his hugs can warm me up immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Awww... hao xing fu!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we take a stroll from Esplanade to One Fullerton.&lt;br /&gt;Nice, peaceful little walk. Awww... hao xing fu again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitchie head may not be romantic&lt;br /&gt;but I still love him for who he is.&lt;br /&gt;No point forcing a guy to be someone he isnt.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm glad to have him by my side (at the moment)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114080280271260948?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114080280271260948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114080280271260948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114080280271260948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114080280271260948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-marina-square.html' title='Back to Marina Square'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114080174251681502</id><published>2006-01-22T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:22:22.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alfred is MEAN by nature even to me.&lt;br /&gt;*deep breathe* Why can't he extremely tender?&lt;br /&gt;Why must he provoke me which I unintentional did&lt;br /&gt;few days back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's seem to be taking a revenge by making me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;I never have him as a whole for my own.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, he doesnt love me but&lt;br /&gt;hogging me as a possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEALOUSY is a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I fated to be with him or am I not?&lt;br /&gt;Are we meant to be together or are we not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the jealousy he gave and teasing,&lt;br /&gt;he tried to call and explain. &lt;br /&gt;I told him not to test my patience.&lt;br /&gt;In return, he said the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he forget about me cooling off before making a response?&lt;br /&gt;I told him I would call him back later which I did.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a nice Hi or Hello to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, we begin to talk about it... and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IMAGINARY 3rd PARTY came into the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sickening. We argued alittle and we stopped.&lt;br /&gt;This was getting nowhere and we're childish.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it will and I wish it will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114080174251681502?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114080174251681502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114080174251681502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114080174251681502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114080174251681502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/alfred-is-mean-by-nature-even-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114080119433546439</id><published>2006-01-20T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:31:54.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quarrelled over imaginary 3rd party</title><content type='html'>Previously, we were a weird couple.&lt;br /&gt;I guess now we are not since we had our first quarrel todae.&lt;br /&gt;It's over some minor issue.&lt;br /&gt;The issue of telling him Darren is a perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admitted it's my fault and &lt;br /&gt;I shldnt have mentioned it. But I wasn't intentional.&lt;br /&gt;What's after that, Alfred was so mean. &lt;br /&gt;That's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to talk to me and expected instant response.&lt;br /&gt;Can't he give me time to calm down?&lt;br /&gt;We give in to each other at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;The arguement continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to meet me anymore and now &lt;br /&gt;he claimed that he always wanted to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT because of one guy caused so many problems.&lt;br /&gt;I was tired, I wanted to end this arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I decided to hang out with Mary &amp; Gang.&lt;br /&gt;He said I have anger management problem!&lt;br /&gt;I was agitated of course.&lt;br /&gt;zhen shi da nan ren. yi ding yao bi ren jia dao qian.&lt;br /&gt;zhe kou qi zhen de hen nan yan de xia qu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. I really miss him and I was tired to go on.&lt;br /&gt;I apologized as he wished which I should earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his response was somethng like&lt;br /&gt;"no time to meet each other now, if only u apologize earlier,&lt;br /&gt;see what you have done."     *eyes rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo zhen hai mei jian guo zhe yang de da nan ren. &lt;br /&gt;what to do. I was defeated!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping was definately good. &lt;br /&gt;Bugis V, Parco Bugis, Far East Plaza, Wisma Atrium * Takashimaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivors of shopping spree: STEPH &amp; JAMIE!&lt;br /&gt;err. We didnt spend alot actually. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114080119433546439?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114080119433546439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114080119433546439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114080119433546439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114080119433546439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/quarrelled-over-imaginary-3rd-party.html' title='quarrelled over imaginary 3rd party'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114113748278696983</id><published>2006-01-15T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:38:02.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRRR forfeits ; in front of strangers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/srrr%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/srrr%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/srrr%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/srrr%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/srrr%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/srrr%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114113748278696983?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114113748278696983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114113748278696983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114113748278696983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114113748278696983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/srrr-forfeits-in-front-of-strangers.html' title='SRRR forfeits ; in front of strangers!'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114079968911826797</id><published>2006-01-15T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:48:09.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week later... SRRR</title><content type='html'>The break-up incident happened last week. &lt;br /&gt;At that moment of despair, &lt;br /&gt;someone approached me to help out in Singapore River Raft Race&lt;br /&gt;organised by Singapore Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to occupy my mind, so I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even we have reconciled, I cant break my promise to Fitri&lt;br /&gt;and I went to Clark Quey. It's a whole new epxeriences.&lt;br /&gt;I met many new friends and had plenty of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Show you some of my photos there!!! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was "WOW" when Joel told me he know me &amp; how.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a single SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he's really a nice guy. &lt;br /&gt;Can't comment any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person I want to think abt then &lt;br /&gt;is ALFRED. I know his name appearing almost every&lt;br /&gt;recent post I blogged. Stop complaining. &lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anyone who pinched my nose except my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel is sickening to dump me dozen of lifejacket&lt;br /&gt;for me to lay on (nice but not so nice. LOL).&lt;br /&gt;okok. Regarding the pincha-nosey. JOEL PINCHED MY NOSE!&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT! I can't believe he did that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUXIA, my new friend helped me shampoo my head! &lt;br /&gt;sweet right! She's as old as Stephanie. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;I was alil racist (joking!) and LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;No swearing but overwhelmed with Card Games! UNO!!! DAIDEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe craziest thing I did was to buy ice cream in MACDONALD &lt;br /&gt;with Fitri @ 3am somethng. LOL. It's a long night guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of event was so-so. Met UNITY SCOUTS n YUPPIEE YUP. dismantled &lt;br /&gt;rafts and dumping broken stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;No regrets. I'm glad I came. &lt;br /&gt;What kinda ending for 2nd day. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114079968911826797?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114079968911826797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114079968911826797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079968911826797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079968911826797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-later-srrr.html' title='A week later... SRRR'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114059218504822133</id><published>2006-01-08T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:10:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were very tired even before the selection ended.&lt;br /&gt;I urged him to go home but he insisted on accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;Despite my coldness towards him &amp; reminders, he stayed on.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly spoken any words to him, I didn't want to face him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to hold my hand and gave a kiss on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I believe CLOSE FRIEND don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;So why pretending we're still together? &lt;br /&gt;It's not even a day we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;He defended himself that the actions came naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETEND OR NOT TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him badly but why... did we come up with the conclusion &lt;br /&gt;to seperate each other. Is our reason justify?&lt;br /&gt;After much struggles, he told me, "Love you, I always do."&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever doubt his love for me? &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I did. He's always keeping things to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes on and off... *tata* we patch up today.&lt;br /&gt;Against all odds? NOPE. We simply can't let go of each other.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really not sure how much longer we can last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114059218504822133?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114059218504822133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114059218504822133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114059218504822133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114059218504822133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-were-very-tired-even-before.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954652717596120</id><published>2006-01-07T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:00:07.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When goodbye doesnt come easy...</title><content type='html'>Everyone will have their first time on everything.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first official break-up.&lt;br /&gt;It's official because he's my REAL bf and not any puppy lover.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching even now... my tears has dried up...&lt;br /&gt;but my mind is still about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be difficult to remain as CLOSE FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, things will become normal if we keep a distance.&lt;br /&gt;I promised to call him that day and I didnt until much later.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to face with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to talk to him as if nothing has happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my puffy eyes, anyone could possibly guess I cried alot.&lt;br /&gt;The procedure of breaking up wasn't nice at all actually.&lt;br /&gt;All my emotions... his words... our thoughts surrounded me.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid and I knew few months later or even a year later...&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible to be together. Our feelings might have faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt tell the BAOs directly. WHY did I promise to help out &lt;br /&gt;AKE selection before we broke up? &lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to face him? We behaved weirdly, claimed the BAOs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954652717596120?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954652717596120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954652717596120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954652717596120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954652717596120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-goodbye-doesnt-come-easy.html' title='When goodbye doesnt come easy...'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114079841650299008</id><published>2005-12-31T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:26:56.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when Countdown = Mahjong</title><content type='html'>I was hoping Alfred could join me to Cherie's place.&lt;br /&gt;At least for our lunch gathering, where everyone was there.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ling's new bf and Cherie's Nikolas. &lt;br /&gt;There was 2 single guys, Alex &amp; Si Wei (our buddies).&lt;br /&gt;Knowingly that Im attached but came to her place single,&lt;br /&gt;they were puzzled and started to question like aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Alfred? I thought he will accompany you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of rubbing salt on the wound?&lt;br /&gt;It's already heartbreaking and I know it's somehow&lt;br /&gt;a GOOD CHOICE he didn't come. &lt;br /&gt;He mingles well but I doubt he likes my circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all high and excited and then quieten down.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone could possibly sense some wrong in me.&lt;br /&gt;I drown myself in a world of MAHJONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikolas and Siwei taught Ling &amp; me mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;We were addicted and played for hours. &lt;br /&gt;I didnt know it can be so fun and time just passed us by.&lt;br /&gt;By checking out my hp, I hope Alfred will msg me.&lt;br /&gt;He did afterall, what I really miss was his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown = Mahjong. I continue playing to win. We called&lt;br /&gt;pizza delivery and can't stop mahjonging. LOL*&lt;br /&gt;Cherie's family is MAHJONG PRO. gosh. even her bro-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed at their skills and speed. SHARP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's near 11pm, the gang decided to go for a movie. &lt;br /&gt;A lonely me wanted to go home, which I did in the end.&lt;br /&gt;On my way in the train, Alfred called me. I was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt' countdown on the phone. Sounds alil silly&lt;br /&gt;but able to hear his voice was enough &lt;br /&gt;to cover my loneliness home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ALFRED, hope you love me with your heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114079841650299008?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114079841650299008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114079841650299008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079841650299008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079841650299008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-countdown-mahjong.html' title='when Countdown = Mahjong'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114079567091854660</id><published>2005-12-24T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:41:11.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our FIRST x'mas eve '05</title><content type='html'>Thinking about Christmas is here when the clock strikes 12. &lt;br /&gt;It isnt a happy event actually.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like any other day in town, &lt;br /&gt;only that the town will be flooded with human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that day actually comes, people head down to town&lt;br /&gt;for (what they call that?) the christmas eve celebration. &lt;br /&gt;I was there to spend my first x'mas eve with&lt;br /&gt;my ever-so-sweet darling ALFRED! (not exactly ever-so-sweet)&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm glad I get to see him during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't seen each other for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS HIM TO THE MAX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sandra outside Takashimaya. You know one of the&lt;br /&gt;illegal hawking "team player". They do it for fun and&lt;br /&gt;big bucks. Not exactly, but somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell? okok. MOMO also one of them.&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. At one point, when stitchie head held my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I felt that he wasn't there. All these days of excitement&lt;br /&gt;just to take a look at him, feel his love,&lt;br /&gt;it turned out to be empty. Was I over reacting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours later, I left him and went shopping alone.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted wearing mini skirts and I witnessed&lt;br /&gt;girls being attacked with sprays. They were molested!&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for them but nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;For as long, I wasn't the victim or esle&lt;br /&gt;those foreign workers will get it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NO PUSHOVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there's one HUNK held my hand.&lt;br /&gt;*yucks. so what he's a hunk. &lt;br /&gt;I only care about stitchie head HOLDING my hands,&lt;br /&gt;NOT HIS. *disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Walking through the crowds, met my good old UNITIANs.&lt;br /&gt;still alive &amp; looking good for the event. Clubbing? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it wasn't so bad...&lt;br /&gt;WHEN STITCHIE HEAD said he's worried for me.&lt;br /&gt;He saw girls being... blah blah... and he's WORRIED for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im overwhelmed!!! Gosh* Love him to bits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114079567091854660?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114079567091854660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114079567091854660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079567091854660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079567091854660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-first-xmas-eve-05.html' title='our FIRST x&apos;mas eve &apos;05'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114079450709012742</id><published>2005-12-22T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:23:30.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a whiner but i was upset.</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, an emotional me was telling Stitchie &lt;br /&gt;how depressed and upset I was. &lt;br /&gt;From a drop of tear to a bucket of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that was exaggerating. &lt;br /&gt;It all begin when our relationship seem to have faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I was the problem or was it him. &lt;br /&gt;Did I give him enough love? Was he alr an insecure person?&lt;br /&gt;Thought after thought flooding into my head.&lt;br /&gt;I started to panick and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD I DO? WHAT WENT WRONG? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I care about a guy so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never have as many dates or relationship than him.&lt;br /&gt;Even my puppy loves are not comparable. It's nothing you see.&lt;br /&gt;I really cherish him and fell in love with his tender love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel that he care about me... but...&lt;br /&gt;Love is meant to be true. Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a wishful thinking of me, hoping something&lt;br /&gt;out from this "love" i called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU FOREVER. you said that before.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt the promise will be kept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its meant to be... it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114079450709012742?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114079450709012742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114079450709012742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079450709012742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079450709012742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-whiner-but-i-was-upset.html' title='im a whiner but i was upset.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-114079379161783068</id><published>2005-12-16T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:45:06.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_7109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_7109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_7123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_7123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; MY FAV ;  MEI MEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last term test today.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of partying somewhere in town with my classmates,&lt;br /&gt;we stayed back in school to watch "THE LAST SAMURAI".&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm, my gang got to go to Bukit Timah CC to help out&lt;br /&gt;with Children Christmas Party. It's so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;We never invovle in such an event and it's our CIP&lt;br /&gt;The decorations were simple yet heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to be facilitator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the kids came in and they are form my group.&lt;br /&gt;They aint an easy bunch of people. Temptation. Persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we managed to mingle with them.&lt;br /&gt;(They're devil in disguise; i wonder how stitchie will handle them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I didn't realize the kids are military trained!&lt;br /&gt;Who esle but their kindergarden teacher is the COMMANDER!&lt;br /&gt;*whistles. I had so much fun and I adore a lil girl "mei mei"&lt;br /&gt;so kawaii nei. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole night playing and chasing after them.&lt;br /&gt;It's sucha tiring chore and I wonder if I'm up to it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Lemme show you the photos we took. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s we didnt get to eat ROTI PRATA @ Bukit Timah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-114079379161783068?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114079379161783068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=114079379161783068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079379161783068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/114079379161783068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/children-christmas-party.html' title='Children Christmas Party'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954546012638357</id><published>2005-12-10T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:25:44.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny feelings</title><content type='html'>There's a funny feeling inside me which I can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed something was missing and I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 more week before the commence of term tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, I'm a last minute person when comes to studying.&lt;br /&gt;What to do? I'll just stressed up or pretend I am even I am not.&lt;br /&gt;Confused? Don't be ok. Nothing complicated here.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm not an attention seeker. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*peace out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guessed the term tests results will turn up to be as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, above/average grades you know.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be proud of but at least I passed.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS is seriously a pain in the ass. It's giving me lot of mental stress.&lt;br /&gt;I became more emotional that I cried alot for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything bothering me, I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to think too much either. It's unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I guessed Stitchie head suffered in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confession from me; I'm WEAK but I'm not a LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Don't ever call me a LOSER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"It takes one to know the other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Fitri u rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. gonna work hard for my test now... *jiayou jamie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954546012638357?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954546012638357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954546012638357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954546012638357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954546012638357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/funny-feelings.html' title='funny feelings'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954467464815329</id><published>2005-12-05T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:13:38.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>130 SQN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/Dscn1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/Dscn1948.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pearce '05 symbol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%28140%29.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friendship bear; Millibear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/DSC01145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/DSC01145.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sisterhood; Cheryl, Lynette, Cherly n Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954467464815329?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954467464815329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954467464815329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954467464815329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954467464815329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/130-sqn.html' title='130 SQN'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954411061065429</id><published>2005-12-04T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:01:50.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[x] daeee sixxx' [x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/Dscn2162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/Dscn2162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/2005_1204Perth0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/2005_1204Perth0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(264).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%28264%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/2005_1204Perth0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/2005_1204Perth0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(292).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%28292%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954411061065429?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954411061065429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954411061065429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954411061065429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954411061065429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/x-daeee-sixxx-x.html' title='[x] daeee sixxx&apos; [x]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954386691128417</id><published>2005-12-03T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:57:46.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[x] daeee fiveee' [x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/DSC01236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/DSC01236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/Air%20show%20004_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/Air%20show%20004_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/2005_1204Perth0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/2005_1204Perth0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/2005_1204Perth0046.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/2005_1204Perth0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954386691128417?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954386691128417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954386691128417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954386691128417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954386691128417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/x-daeee-fiveee-x.html' title='[x] daeee fiveee&apos; [x]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954372863471289</id><published>2005-12-02T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:55:28.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[x] daeee fourrr' [x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%28159%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/wllyNjamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/Dscn2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/piix188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/DSC01124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/DSC01124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;da zen masters' [x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954372863471289?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954372863471289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954372863471289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954372863471289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954372863471289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/x-daeee-fourrr-x.html' title='[x] daeee fourrr&apos; [x]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954336382546623</id><published>2005-12-01T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:49:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[x] daeee threee' [x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/Dscn2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/Dscn2118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/DSC01161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/DSC01161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/2005_1204Perth0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/DSC01199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/DSC01219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/DSC01219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954336382546623?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954336382546623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954336382546623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954336382546623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954336382546623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/x-daeee-threee-x.html' title='[x] daeee threee&apos; [x]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954294128768822</id><published>2005-11-30T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:42:21.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[x] daeee twoooo' [x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/Dscn1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/Dscn1975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/DSC01079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/DSC01079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/2005_1204Perth0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/2005_1204Perth0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S211 (jamie e unofficial pilot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/2005_1204Perth0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/2005_1204Perth0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954294128768822?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954294128768822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954294128768822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954294128768822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954294128768822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/x-daeee-twoooo-x.html' title='[x] daeee twoooo&apos; [x]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113954259624869019</id><published>2005-11-29T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:38:19.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[x] daeee oneee' [x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/Dscn1911.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/Dscn1911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/Dscn1953.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/Dscn1953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/oleole.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/oleole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113954259624869019?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113954259624869019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113954259624869019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954259624869019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113954259624869019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/x-daeee-oneee-x.html' title='[x] daeee oneee&apos; [x]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113437647636568567</id><published>2005-11-28T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:38:54.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Commercial Flight</title><content type='html'>Unlike most children, I never spend my childhood travelling.&lt;br /&gt;There's many reason for that to happen. I shant mention it. = ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sit still for a moment, my heart was beating fast that at one time&lt;br /&gt;I thought it stopped. It seem that "anxiety" was a great companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FIRST COMMERCIAL FLGIHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"When u're in the flight, don't go around touching the things there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why, there Stitch continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"People will know it's ya first time in plane. suaku la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum feared that I might be late for the evening, we took a cab down with Jie.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice of her to accompany us. Sister-in-law to be.&lt;br /&gt;In contradiction, we're too early.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go for a walk around Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;There's mixed feelings in me, I almost lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't what to do next and then, I saw Wai Yiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear to leave my family too early, poor W.Y. got to look after my lugguage.&lt;br /&gt;Again GOD, I met Faiz. When we decided to gather at the meeting point,&lt;br /&gt;everyone arrived except Cheryl. (Family Problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear is to face m'ma Koh n' Kwok. Devil in disguise. Don't be deceive by&lt;br /&gt;their angelic look. They're so beautiful yet... (beyond description @ e moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we leave behind our family after a group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUTY-FREE shopping isn't our cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, typing my first entry before flight. Free Access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention where am I heading to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;PERTH, WESTERN AUSTRALIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113437647636568567?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113437647636568567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113437647636568567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113437647636568567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113437647636568567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-commercial-flight.html' title='First Commercial Flight'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113437335248105146</id><published>2005-11-25T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:42:36.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful day of my life</title><content type='html'>HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun shone brightly this morning, I'm glad it didnt burn my butt.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense? Exactly. The best thing ever, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for school again.&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone is getting used, so I guessed it's alright to be late.&lt;br /&gt;bleahxxxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the friday routine includes meeting up with stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SHOCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Followed by, a series of laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVER SUITS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I cant believe my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wore same shade of brown tee, dark color jeans, (diff) shoes&lt;br /&gt;n' carried a sky-blue sling bag. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a fair share of ridiculous time waster. A trip down to Marine Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling within the greenery permise. Fresh air. Plenty of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;Visiting blangala (can't be bothered how it's spelt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p.s. This is not a racist comment for being unableto spell their nationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p.p.s this is for loser outta, DUN BE STUPID that I'm racist. DUN BE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, before I went home I gave him his first prezzzie from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's STITCH 17th buffday ytd. Finally, he's 17!!! Great* BUT not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We can't watch M18 movies. bleahxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113437335248105146?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113437335248105146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113437335248105146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113437335248105146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113437335248105146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/beautiful-day-of-my-life.html' title='beautiful day of my life'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113437262662084749</id><published>2005-11-23T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:56:35.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing days in my life_"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8/11/05 - 23/11/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgotten what I have done over those 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it that I'm forgetful - maybe too many tv prog.&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING too many prog la. duhx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not e point. what i'm trying to say is that&lt;br /&gt;my life is not occupied fruitfully.&lt;br /&gt;Up to cetain extend, I felt so lonely n' everybody seem busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALL BY MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CRIED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Too Lost in You - Sugababe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look into my eyes, I go out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't see anything, cos this love's got me blind&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself, I can't break the spell&lt;br /&gt;I can't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head, you got under my skin&lt;br /&gt;I got no strength at all&lt;br /&gt;In the state that I'm in, and my knees are weak&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth can't speak, fell too far this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm too lost in you, caught in you&lt;br /&gt;Lost in everything about you, so deep, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't think, I just think about the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you whisper to me, and I shiver inside&lt;br /&gt;You undo me and move me&lt;br /&gt;In ways undefined&lt;br /&gt;And you're all I see, and you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;Help me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm slipping away, like the sand to the tide&lt;br /&gt;Falling into your arms, falling into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If you get too near, I might disappear&lt;br /&gt;I might lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in crazy in love for you baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down like a stone in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no one can rescue me(No one can rescue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitch, please don't feel guilty,&lt;br /&gt;I truly understand you need a personal space.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pushing my luck because I didnt even try.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, waiting for that day we're together once again.&lt;br /&gt;We'll live our lives to e fullest, we'll be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm part of your LIFE. Yes, I know because you're part of me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113437262662084749?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113437262662084749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113437262662084749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113437262662084749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113437262662084749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/missing-days-in-my-life.html' title='missing days in my life_&quot;'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113228181370348391</id><published>2005-11-13T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:58:52.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Sunday is not Sunshine?</title><content type='html'>If &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;unday is a day to head down to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;entosa Island,&lt;br /&gt;a group of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;miley girls might turn ugly to a day of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blazing sun torches this Earth of Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;Touch of thebreeze on your face, smell of the sea...&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect day to let down our hair and get a good tan. (relaxation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my warnings which fell deaf ears. Unfortunate event happened&lt;br /&gt;after a series of water-splashing fun. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO-NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;DEATH THREATENING EVENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like somebody has DIED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact issue is that, our belongings were left untaken care of,&lt;br /&gt;when we decided to go back to shore, to my surprised, I noticed ONE bag was missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CHERIE, where's your bag?" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* The possibility of her bag stolen might due to the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She got the nicest bag among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a MP3 (exposed before keeping in e bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. K750i (exposed before keeping in e bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lingerie worth $80 (weird thief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesnt it occur in your mind that why clothes and lingerie are being stolen?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps taken after the event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lifeguard informed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In turn, informed ranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Police came and wrote down statement plus some photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the day ended quite badly including an intruder during dinner [Chris].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113228181370348391?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113228181370348391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113228181370348391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113228181370348391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113228181370348391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-sunday-is-not-sunshine.html' title='Why Sunday is not Sunshine?'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113227928231883162</id><published>2005-11-11T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:01:22.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DPFM 23/24 ---- Sports Day</title><content type='html'>No dull clouds. No empty courts. Left strayed. *pathetic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a good day because lecture starting early, can you imagine waking early to attend 8am lesson? Definately, not a good time for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted to my bed. I wanna feel it, sleep with it,&lt;br /&gt;spend my days with it. BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as some may think that idea is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I should be motivated and get myself outta my bed.&lt;br /&gt;(including dragging my legs along).&lt;br /&gt;Once I make it, I delay whatever time I afford to be late to school.&lt;br /&gt;Not in e expense of deduction of marks (which it wont be) or be center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of today entry is that, it's our class SPORTS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;We did a 3hr non-stop Badminton/Table Tennis/Jogging.&lt;br /&gt;All and all, it's a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;HOT and soaked in sweats. Tomato face which of healthy glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PpL involved:&lt;br /&gt;ME / Mary / Lilian / Sijie / Pamela (24) /&lt;br /&gt;Yong Lun / Kai Wen / Way Chuan / Fish / Allan / Qiu Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue:&lt;br /&gt;SP Sports Hall, Lilian CONFRONTED a group of guys to get it. *bravo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Stitchie head came, we had lunch before going to NP together. *trng again* (o.o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113227928231883162?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113227928231883162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113227928231883162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113227928231883162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113227928231883162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/dpfm-2324-sports-day.html' title='DPFM 23/24 ---- Sports Day'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113107269353984457</id><published>2005-11-01T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T18:51:33.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of semmm twooo//.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/ybdae.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/ybdae.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yianie de moomoo goddess birthday card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tv isnt showing any entertaining programmes. how horrible can that be? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LIFELESS./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss allffrrrreeedddd...... ccaaaaaiiiiiiii..... wee o wee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113107269353984457?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113107269353984457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113107269353984457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113107269353984457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113107269353984457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/2nd-day-of-semmm-twooo.html' title='2nd day of semmm twooo//.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113107725321550936</id><published>2005-10-29T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:31:59.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iCe3 oUting//.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People Involved:&lt;br /&gt;Jamie (me), Alfred, Kok Teng, Zhi Min, Lay Yian, Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Objective:&lt;br /&gt;Triple dates (not true) Farewell of KT going H.K. + Gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;br /&gt;Plaze Singapura; Swensen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;COMPLAINTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;// Fish * Chip NOT WORTH e $$$. I rather go Cartel.&lt;br /&gt;Edwin's staff service not up to standard. He's very rude to customer who are me.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS! Giant Earthquake so SMALL. Not fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention why is Edwin the staff there? He wore their Orange uniform. tsk*&lt;br /&gt;We had some fun teasing him. Ha. Kok Teng is seriously a "COCK", just came back from India andhe's leaving for H.K. tomorrow. (future biz-man; likely to be cock-man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, I'm wondering if he invented &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Cock"tail - Protein shake + small % of alcohol + few pieces of fruit.&lt;/span&gt; How creative of him to satisfy "momo" desire. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our makan session, everyone went home except L'n'S. We hang arnd town before heading home. It's has been a long time, we're out late at night. (considering it's only 9plus) What to do, we're good kids. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momo aka invisble man who doesnt exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113107725321550936?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113107725321550936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113107725321550936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113107725321550936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113107725321550936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/ice3-outing.html' title='iCe3 oUting//.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113107669539019724</id><published>2005-10-29T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:58:15.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a special daeeeee//.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/jasjas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/jasjas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jasmine is my niece. Another version of birthday card... I adore her alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum's Family&gt;My Aunty&gt;My Cousins&gt;Their Children&gt;My Niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP OF OUR LOVEY DOVEY LIST./&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Sheena (currently 20) - drifted, due to sch commitment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Rachel (currently 16) - she's my twins! my cousin divorced. i miss her alot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Jasmine (currently 13) - slacker. i suspect it runs in our blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113107669539019724?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113107669539019724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113107669539019724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113107669539019724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113107669539019724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-special-daeeeee.html' title='it&apos;s a special daeeeee//.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113227825784127604</id><published>2005-10-26T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:44:17.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How to freak out your CLT?" ---- Comdt (NCC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Extract from "How to freak out your CLT?" ---- Comdt (NCC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Conduct an interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A committe of freaking officers as interviewing panel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ask bullshit question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Expecting standard answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. High pitching laughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In order to be entertained and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leave CLT to &lt;em&gt;FREAK OUT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the above steps is conducted review selected CLT ongoing Pearce Airbase Attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I &lt;em&gt;MADE IT&lt;/em&gt; thru' e session n' I'm travelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//. tml is my 4th mth with stichie head. spent our today in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIANZATION, I don't feel like going HQ with my leg limping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113227825784127604?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113227825784127604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113227825784127604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113227825784127604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113227825784127604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-freak-out-your-clt-comdt-ncc.html' title='&quot;How to freak out your CLT?&quot; ---- Comdt (NCC)'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113167835751516982</id><published>2005-10-21T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T19:05:57.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-chalet //.</title><content type='html'>I stopped my last entry with Alfred fetched me home.&lt;br /&gt;We went out together an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;I realized Alfred is also one of my makan khakis&lt;br /&gt;whenever we are out, surely there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stitch: My parents seem to be cooking proper meal mostly on fridae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is of "TODAY". I went out with him HAPPILY.&lt;br /&gt;Must I repeat it again, it's so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of him to go e way down to PASIR RIS&lt;br /&gt;and fetched me home.  *filled with happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza Singapura seem to be place to hang out &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*it's about spending time with him*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went on a walkaton to Takashimay and settled down in Yoshinoya for "dinner"&lt;br /&gt;our dress code for the day was SHORTS, he took advantage of that and&lt;br /&gt;SEDUCED my legs with his hairy legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so much fun altogether actually. Got back home and started to slack and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV SHOWS... wee o wee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113167835751516982?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113167835751516982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113167835751516982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113167835751516982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113167835751516982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/post-chalet.html' title='post-chalet //.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113159619493604502</id><published>2005-10-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:56:58.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First chalet/alcohol</title><content type='html'>How do i arrive to e chalet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boarded a cab with my friend at Tampines, as she's in a hurry. Unexpectedly, that uncle was new and drove us to EXPO and further down to EAST COAST and somewhere before we arrived DOWNTOWN EAST. Well, he's a newbie, he lost his way. (Yes, the cab fare was very exp) We were given a free ride for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the drama played by the cab driver, I arrived to our class chalet safely. I went to help out with BBQ (most of e time, we cook n we eat almost immediately). The food was not bad except Kaiwen's cheesy hotdog and clumsy behaviour. OMG! I like the hotdog and chicken brushed with honey. It tasted yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Cherie decided to place a bet to guess WHAT's THE NEXT LINE (by Veronica). Everyone predicted accurately but not in sequences. According to plan, Cherie brought Mary and me over to her friend's chalet to have a drink. Again to plan, Mary promised Alfred to take care of me. (which I was abandoned, abused n ...) Cherie's friends were not bad, many smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first drop of alcohol officially (self-declared) and it tasted all right. Thankfully, the guys were building up my confidence in drinking. More shots, more mix, some tiger beer and some game after alaric allergedly drunk Cherie. At that point onwards, I was alone. Mary wasn't around. I decided to accompany her while waiting for Mary to return. Cherie threw up and Alaric mishandled the plastic bag and spilled across the floor (Jos p.s. kena, cds too). What a sobber as she continues her whining and even requested ** with Mary when she came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more and more people were down DRUNK! I was wide awake helping Alaric, Yi Ting and Soon xiong to clear the mess. Most serious case among them were Cherie &amp; Mary. (empty promises to take care of me - SLAP.) Nvm about that, I called for HELP when Daniel was semi-drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang arrived at the chalet except Pei Qin &amp;amp; Marie. Veronica was shocked for her live, i guessed. She looked lost. Backed to our room, we continue watching SAW. Mary &amp; Cherie were dramaqueen, plenty of actions and words. Confirmed they were dead drunk. I felt hungry and asked for snack, idiotic Louis gave me a super salty ruffles chips. I almost choked and handed it over to Cherie when she asked for it. (ha!) Oops. I didnt mean to do that but that's e only thing we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we made it thru' the wit morning and went down for chit-chat just before we were complaint by the staff for being too noisy. blehx. First time, I had such a long constructive and life experiencing conversation. Some knowledge exchange kinda thng. It feels so different from a normal short conversation. there's a TOPIC to talk about. At the same time, I miss my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clear our stuff and headed to Macdonald. Service and meals were lousy. No point talking about it. sleeping thru' our second movie "dodgeball" and booked out at 10.30am. That's so crazy. What's the nice thing? Alfred fetched me home from Pasir Ris. How sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I ended my 2 day 1 night class chalet. It's my first time... wee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113159619493604502?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113159619493604502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113159619493604502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113159619493604502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113159619493604502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-chaletalcohol.html' title='First chalet/alcohol'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-113125540642661013</id><published>2005-10-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:41:42.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP/Sem1 results</title><content type='html'>OMG! SP server is seriously pathetic. I waited almost 2hr to log into my account to check out my results. Despite my patience, SP has disappointed me. Can anyone understand the anxiey I have the night before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that i MIGHT fail any of my module and waiting to repeat the test. That kind of feeling is horrifying. I can't stand that at all. Although it did bring in some excitement to my EVER-SO-DEAD life. - I decided to stop complaining -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[ results in processing... ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Building Science: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. CADD: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Design &amp;amp; Drawing: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. Communication Skills: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. IDEA: B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;GPA per semester [1] - 3.294&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;it's darl who helped me check it out. THANKS! alright. time to go to chalet... wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-113125540642661013?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113125540642661013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=113125540642661013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113125540642661013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/113125540642661013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/spsem1-results.html' title='SP/Sem1 results'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112935594172492012</id><published>2005-10-14T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:59:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible period of my life YET</title><content type='html'>Haven't you realized, how much time we have lost? Sem break is ending soon and all we can do are chatting online or over the phone. Commitment, interest and a lot more seem to be our obstacle from seeing each other. Oh my god. I got to squeeze some time out JUST for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU deserve my ATTENTION... *wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Almost) Every night is the wonderful part of my day, apart from my tiring work. The absence of you is... BUT able to hear your voice and disturb you from sleeping early are FUN! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days, I was a living zombie, seriously nothing to do other than helping out @ home. oh man. I need to get a life and SP LEO sucks. I better find a new CCA to commit. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I need LIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred BSL! hmfph..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112935594172492012?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112935594172492012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112935594172492012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935594172492012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935594172492012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/horrible-period-of-my-life-yet.html' title='horrible period of my life YET'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112935427440779676</id><published>2005-10-11T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:31:14.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e day i was caught...</title><content type='html'>It wsn't a good day and everythng went off badly. Nothing to do with bad sales but I had a negative attitude over it. I'm losing interest in such a monotonous &amp; tiring working lifestyle. No doubt, I earned quite a lump son of money in just 7days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day started off rather not good, I insisted to go to work. I was hopping around, chit chatting with potential customer without the intention to sell them my product. The most interesting part that happened in this miserable day was I MET e BAO TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice them as I was busy approaching my customer. I was attracted by a familiar high pitched laughters - Yes, it's HIM! I stretched out my head and looked beyond my customer's shoulder. I saw e BAO TEAM. After I'm done, I went to them and started to slack for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, someone's BAOBAO didnt kick me off to the river. weee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! Missing him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112935427440779676?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112935427440779676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112935427440779676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935427440779676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935427440779676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/e-day-i-was-caught.html' title='e day i was caught...'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112999156064466707</id><published>2005-10-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T07:32:40.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harvest asia outing again... [ i got rash after it ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%60019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%60018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%60017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Went Marina South Zheng Fa Huo Hai Xian - 8/10/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%600111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is the Hao Se Bei Bei - Gavin. Eeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%600081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dian Yan Shao Nan - Javien. He rocks la! Omg, greenie is in e reflection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112999156064466707?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112999156064466707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112999156064466707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112999156064466707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112999156064466707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/harvest-asia-outing-again-i-got-rash.html' title='harvest asia outing again... [ i got rash after it ]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112935511669659160</id><published>2005-10-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:45:16.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. Corpse Bride.... [x]</title><content type='html'>I took a self-declared off day, thanks to Desmond. If he didnt bring me to Bedok yesterday for our sales, I wouldn't have caught in the rain, drenched &amp; fell sick. With such a wonderful excuse, there's no reason why I cant take an off day. I got to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day wasn't wasted because I finally got to meet my precious boy. I just cant get him out of my head, deeply in love with him. Ha! *blush* I overslept in the bus and I met him later. *damn* Luckily, he's patience to wait for me. We went to watch "Corpse Bride" a muscial cartoon. In overall, it wasn't bad but rather a short film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed we were tired when we met. Both of us have our own commitment. Ha! We actually overstayed in MRT, we overslept! Oops. I can't bear to leave him every time we're to go home. Why is that so? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I losing all the reason why'd I love him in e beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, there isnt any answer to it. I know for sure, I don't know him well at all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*forcing a smile on my face....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112935511669659160?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112935511669659160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112935511669659160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935511669659160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935511669659160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/corpse-bride-x.html' title='//. Corpse Bride.... [x]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112935345827253974</id><published>2005-10-02T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:17:38.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S'pore Art M.... [weird]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20(109).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%28109%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20(112).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%28112%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112935345827253974?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112935345827253974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112935345827253974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935345827253974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935345827253974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/spore-art-m-weird.html' title='S&apos;pore Art M.... [weird]'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112935063660498539</id><published>2005-10-01T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:11:42.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Asia Pay Day_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`005q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%60005q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Went Chinatown for cheeken rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`008.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%60008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Who esle in the working relationship? Dad is capable! $_$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%600101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's a Shanghai nan ren - Wei Zhong! CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`004q1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%60004q1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;[left - right] Tommy / Wei Ling / Wei Zhong / ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We didnt go part world, altho we would loved to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112935063660498539?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112935063660498539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112935063660498539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935063660498539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935063660498539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/harvest-asia-pay-day.html' title='Harvest Asia Pay Day_^'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112935159743791450</id><published>2005-09-28T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:46:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//+ another day @ clarke quay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20(143)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%28143%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wei Ling... I mean daddy dont con lil boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20(137)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%28137%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another day in Clarke Quay. Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112935159743791450?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112935159743791450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112935159743791450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935159743791450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112935159743791450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-day-clarke-quay.html' title='//+ another day @ clarke quay'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112930293719814149</id><published>2005-09-26T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T08:20:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking @ it _*//</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20(139)3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%28139%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nice view after a job interview @ JUICE Asia Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20(135)3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%28135%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daddy &amp; ME... Loving family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20(127)3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%28127%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112930293719814149?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112930293719814149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112930293719814149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112930293719814149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112930293719814149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/looking-it.html' title='looking @ it _*//'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112800856212851559</id><published>2005-09-26T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:18:49.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. It's a scam_</title><content type='html'>IT'S A SCAM. I won't want to do anything to bluff people. Talent Scouter? Are you crazy, m'ma? Greenie &amp; I left the place with PRIDE. Ha! It's a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry stitchie head, to have left you at home rotting. Hey! We went out after what has happened to the poor me. Stitchie head is nice to bear the nonsense from my friends and me. To be frank, I never expect we will meet this few friends of mine. *I swear* We had our private moment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitchie head, I LOVE YOUR TRIM &amp;amp; FIT figure. It makes me drool and want you more. Ha! I'm not desperate, okay. In your presence, I'm just a little girl who's in love. I don't think anymore because I LOVE YOU! Thanks stitchie head, for showing me what's love about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW WILL BE OUR 3RD MONTH. You're leaving again for NACC Expedition. -sigh- All the best! You know I'll be there for you - always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Bye-bye 3 months contract, we're going for an unlimited/freehold contract. I adore you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugging you tight - forever*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112800856212851559?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112800856212851559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112800856212851559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800856212851559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800856212851559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-scam.html' title='//. It&apos;s a scam_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112930006406761129</id><published>2005-09-25T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:27:44.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marche [x]*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_5315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_5315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [left - right] Cherie / Si Wei / Jie Ying / Sandra / Wei Ling / Jamie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_5300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_5300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparing to STRIKE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_5297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_5297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yummy Yummy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/h20minus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/h20minus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20(125).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%28125%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's ME n Cherie. I wanna be center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112930006406761129?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112930006406761129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112930006406761129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112930006406761129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112930006406761129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/marche-x.html' title='marche [x]*'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112800779396357201</id><published>2005-09-24T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:34:38.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. HOT on euuu_*</title><content type='html'>I caught a cold last night and it given me HIGH FEVER. *feeling terrible* I have to give my fav. session aeromodelling a miss. *sigh* Unfortunately, I got to go BookwormMedia for training in the afternoon. -Spare you the details- It's equally worse to my sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred is away for NACC Camp and I fell sick. Poor me. If he knew what happened to me - *nags* nvm. He's concerned and everyone is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU PEOPLE FOR CARING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outfit looked extremely weird. I never tried it before. A group of us went to Suntec for dinner. Oh, they're Greenie's couremate. They are such a fun group to hang out with. I'm still alittle reserved - definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of heels from Charles &amp; Keith. Their promoters are so rude. *damn* Not taking it personally. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow - Stitch will be back from CAMP! How exciting. Ha! Silly me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112800779396357201?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112800779396357201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112800779396357201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800779396357201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800779396357201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/hot-on-euuu.html' title='//. HOT on euuu_*'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112800703237182971</id><published>2005-09-23T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:17:12.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight Cinema_*</title><content type='html'>Historical site, cold breeze, starry night and an enjoyable big screen. It's "Starlight Cinema" @ Padang. Thanks to Greenie, who won 2 FREE TICKETS, we went together. It's a movie showed not long ago - Initial D. The sound system still need abit of improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Ms Pok, but she isn't polite nor friendly - as usual. Surprisingly, that's the reason why Greenie doesn't like her much. It's uncommonly for Greenie to dislike someone. I must admit, Ms Pok is unreasonable, emotional and filled with hard feelings. Sounds really bad huh? Alright, she is NICE at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us actually began our day with JOB HUNT! I got both BookwormMedia Promoter &amp; Street Surveyor jobs. Hope it turns out fine. *praying real hard* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOUI MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Stitche head, are you there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112800703237182971?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112800703237182971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112800703237182971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800703237182971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800703237182971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/starlight-cinema.html' title='Starlight Cinema_*'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112800635646102627</id><published>2005-09-22T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:05:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. Free soul _</title><content type='html'>MY EXAM IS OVER! I'm so excited, like a horse running in the wild, I'm a FREE SOUL NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tub-lub* x 110b/min. My heart was beating this fast this morning, as you kow it's my last paper. The paper is so-so. I was on my way to town when Valarie messaged me, she's not meeting me in town. I'M CHEATED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Change of plan- I went to meet Alfred in CityHall instead. Again, we had our mini walkaton. It's an enjoyable thing to do with him. He's exaggerated in his description of chalet event. BUT his humour never fails to cheer me up. It's nice to know he has enjoyed himself with some exception involved. Well, still good isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is GREAT to have you by my side, to walk this journey of dreams together. I love our little peaceful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Stitchie head, you're away for camp TOMORROW. I MISS YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112800635646102627?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112800635646102627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112800635646102627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800635646102627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800635646102627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/free-soul.html' title='//. Free soul _'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112800490711475717</id><published>2005-09-21T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T07:41:47.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. what's next, tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Alfred went to his class chalet. I was envious, his exams has over but not mine. I got to be at home revising for this BIG DAY - EXAM! *sigh* I'm not going to give up even though time is running out for me. Endure for another day, everything will be FINE. I seriously hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contradiction, I feel the excitement and anixety inside of me. I doubt I'm revising enough. Can anyone please help me? What I have done went through my head once and out from my ears. Oh my god, that's horrible. *chill, relax jam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Valerie tomorrow in town to collect my pants. *sigh* Isn't my prinicple of loaning is "I lend you, but you must take the initiative to return once you're done with it" wth. I got to do it myself. *puffy face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Jamie, jiayou! He's backed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112800490711475717?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112800490711475717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112800490711475717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800490711475717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112800490711475717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-next-tomorrow.html' title='//. what&apos;s next, tomorrow?'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112722392372414234</id><published>2005-09-19T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:08:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. IDEA is finally over</title><content type='html'>I arrived slightly an hour before the presentation. Half of our class were busy printing, editing and rehearsing for IDEA. It's the last time we are going to do this, panicking, worrying and hungry for food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us went in LT with empty stomach. When Ms Jean Yong annouced the list of groups presentating first - last. ISEN was praying hard to be e first few. To our disappointment, we got the last place. That means we got to wait and wait, facing all kinds of mixed feelings going thru in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 mins b4 I got to present, Stitch msged me and did calm me down alittle. *better than nth* heheheh... Again, or did anyone from my class expected me to do somethng silly during the presentation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS FOR THE LAUGHTER PPL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lilian I caught u sleeping, stop denying you're thinking. Aint we glad IDEA is finally over? Curry puff is yummy!!! You guys went to have Johnson duck without me. wahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. For the sake of spending more time with Stitch, I given up my duckie dinner (I thought I will have dinner @ home) Stitch is bad boy, kept bullying me in the train. What so great about the duckie? Ha. I rather be with you since you are getting busy. &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;missssiinnnnnnnng eeuuuuuuuuuuu sooooooo muuccccch*&lt;br /&gt;oh my stitchie head....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112722392372414234?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112722392372414234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112722392372414234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112722392372414234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112722392372414234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/idea-is-finally-over.html' title='//. IDEA is finally over'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112722205849099672</id><published>2005-09-18T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:14:18.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. slacked n worked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_20883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_20883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; JUST DO IT! Wrong brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_20902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_20902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_21011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_21011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Time for break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_20723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_20723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Forever acting cute - BUT I'm cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_20753.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_20753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Qin told me plant is good for health!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_20793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_20793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Must I reacted this way strongly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For e sake of IDEA, e ISEN Co. went all out to get it done e day b4 e final presentation. We worked from day to night, from reality to visual. *crapx* Ah Qin Jie was worst than me. Both of nudging Yong Lun's group thru MSN. Veronica did her Cheeken Dance while Yong Lun was crashed dead by his LOL. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112722205849099672?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112722205849099672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112722205849099672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112722205849099672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112722205849099672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/slacked-n-worked.html' title='//. slacked n worked'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112722589589051562</id><published>2005-09-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:05:03.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>double date, double fun.//</title><content type='html'>After our papers, stitchie head n I went around to loiter. We can't made up our mind where to go and took the train to Lavender. We just wanna give Kallang a miss. No way are we going there to WORK! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*yingying dun slap me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BUT I miss MAMA too. I didnt pr etend I don't know him, okay. I just cant help laughing whenever I see him. Any discount in MAMA shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for 2 hours before the BAO Team decided to show up. FINALLY we decided to walk to Orchard from Bugis. The group of us passed by the new Library, stitchie head n I were resting for an hour + exploring. We like playing the escalator, kinda fun. *oops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sounds dirty but did Baobei had her 1st *ahem* stained on BaoBao arena shirt? Clumsy la Edwin. wahahaha. The BAO Team trying to create problem bet. Lilo n' Stitch. We'll stand firm people. Bleahx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin n Alfred talked like some 38 uncles in LJS. Yian n I were so left out. BUT we were enjoying their presence. When we started to speak, the guys went mute. *Did that on purpose right*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long day, we're tired but reluctantly on our way home. Right Yianie? Ha! Our ever first double date was actually very funny. Jiemei must take care of each other yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How I wish I can eat Alfred up. He taste like chocolate.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*I'm sharpening my teeth to give him a nice bite* wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I don't need to think, because I know I love you alot." - Alfred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112722589589051562?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112722589589051562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112722589589051562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112722589589051562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112722589589051562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/double-date-double-fun.html' title='double date, double fun.//'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112721574814423543</id><published>2005-09-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T04:29:08.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. doubtin ECT</title><content type='html'>ECT is another module I managed to score not-so-bad. To my surprise, I didnt study as hard as I did last term for it. I wasn't distracted. Maybe, I was distracted by the temptation to freedom. That's HOLIDAY! I actually went to school early in the morning to revise with jiemei, Jerome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, we went to have lunch with my lover, Yong Lun. But we only had sandwiches and a can of drink. How pathetic! I was influencing  jiemei not to take in carbo n glucose food. wahahah. the nonsensical stuff that your brain wun function well later during test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Lun showed me a stupid action today. It's called "Dua Kang" aka Big Hole. It means stop pretending. Wahahaa. Jiemei can't stop his laughters. *puffy face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did my ECT papers, I just kept on writing and drawing. It's an average paper. I hope the grade will be not-so-b0ad again. B please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gfs actually told me Stitch is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NOT BAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (O.o) Compared to Kin Wai, Stitch is definately BETTER! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My love for him seems to fall deeper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112721574814423543?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112721574814423543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112721574814423543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721574814423543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721574814423543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/doubtin-ect.html' title='//. doubtin ECT'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112721407315700800</id><published>2005-09-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T04:01:13.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. over e meal</title><content type='html'>I was hungry that I can't even do a proper presentation. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ms Joyce Tan expressed her disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I felt so bad for ruining my chance of scoring top in OC class. Nonethless, I hope overall CS grade shall be an A. I ought to have faith in my ability. Complacent is untrue here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class had lunch with Ms Jooyce Tan and the feelings were scary to have sat next to her. *geex* - tell me who sabotage me! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian &amp;amp; I tried the kebah in FC 6, she introduced to our class. It's yummy yummy. I want to try the chicken rice as well. *dont be greedy* Si Jie reminded me of Ms Evelyn Louis trying her fries with dark soy sauce thinking that bottle is Chilli. She further claimed it's NICE! *laughing out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Jie did another bad thing to Ms Joyce Tan as well, since she leaked the funny secret of Ah Neh. Si Jie shouted to Joyce Tan one day if she's drinking liquor in her office. Joyce Tan was panicked. *rofl* She shouted across their director room, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;si jie gonna get joyce's arse fired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112721407315700800?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112721407315700800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112721407315700800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721407315700800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721407315700800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/over-e-meal.html' title='//. over e meal'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112721140217364194</id><published>2005-09-13T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:44:31.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. LAW test gone case...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LAW test habis la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I managed to memorized all the case name and in the end, I could only remember a few of it. I did duress, discharge and mistake. The dumb thing I did, was to mix up mistake with misrepresentation. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's WTF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over, I shant bothered with it. *concentrating on ECT* Again, I went to NP to do my revision with an additional of STITCH! Thank you god, without him around today, I would have bored to death. Perhaps, be frightened at my own risk. *puffy face* Wei ling aka my daddy abandoned me. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stitch was so naggy about THAT GUY &amp;amp; I being abandoned. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BUT I did study even in stitch's presence. I did okay! wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitch is in his very nice self to send me home. What more can I say? I love his company, I just wanna fall aslp in his arms. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112721140217364194?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112721140217364194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112721140217364194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721140217364194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721140217364194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/law-test-gone-case.html' title='//. LAW test gone case...'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112721200748527226</id><published>2005-09-12T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:33:03.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. NP, we are here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/SpeCiaL`0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/SpeCiaL%600011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's that stranger - too cute for his age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(106)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%28106%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lil girl with her cute mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(56)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2856%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; lil girl with her cute daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/13358900-112721200748527226?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112721200748527226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112721200748527226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721200748527226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721200748527226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/np-we-are-here.html' title='//. NP, we are here!'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112721050127749553</id><published>2005-09-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:01:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. CADD TEST - last</title><content type='html'>aaaaHhHhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS 2 MIN LATE but right on time. They hadn't started when I arrived.  I was surprised when I saw the plan we got to draw. This time round, it does invovled difficulty section. I found it challenging. I really like doing CADD, it's sucha a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh* I'm scoring AD for CADD again, otherwise it's an A. wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stitch was like bth, tricky yet can still score AD. what to do, that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means, I have bad studying habit! I only do things I'm good at, cause confidence level is so high there. But I mustn't be complacent! Yes, I must not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After e test, I went to look for sandra and wei ling to do our revision in NP. We met a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHUAI GE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Timothy approached him and embarassed us girls.  Unfortunately, that guy's 25, currently a year 3 in mechatronic. Why should I remb that much? He's a stranger who wanted my no. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's alr a special guy in my heart. That's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, stitch. Oh ya, another guy from NP took my photo and asked for my no. on my way home. He's cute too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I only want STITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! He knew that too, so don't be jealous! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112721050127749553?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112721050127749553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112721050127749553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721050127749553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112721050127749553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/cadd-test-last.html' title='//. CADD TEST - last'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112727082858467601</id><published>2005-09-11T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:30:46.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//, Army Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's my first time running a half marathon, the group of us (Yas, Bert, John, Dada, Wally, CSPeck, WY, Karthi, Eric, Justin, Hajar &amp; Khair) did a 12KM route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Stitch might be thinking &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Stop lying la"&lt;/span&gt; *puffy face* Half of us DID a 6KM accidentally. It's an honest mistake!!! Please believe me. Okay, I regretted not training for the marathon but it didn't cross my mind that i will do a marathon in my life. So, I can't be blamed right? ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being physically unfit, my heart felt a sharp pain, I started to slow down my pace and walk the journey from 3km onwards. Thankfully, Eric accompany me than Justin joined us at the last 900m. Eric was taking this chance to SLACK.. I was aching all over after the event &amp;amp; Stitch said I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Gei Kiang".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wth. I know you're super fit, darl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSPECK declared the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOKE OF THE DAY (this is a true story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie reached Marina Square and was witnessing the runners panting along the pathway to esplanade. As she walked towards the traffic light to cross over to the Esplanade, she saw the safety net barriers blocking the way. Jamie was lazy to walk a long way to cross the road so she approached the road marshal. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"How do I cross the road, Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, more &amp;amp; more people were waiting by the taffic light. She gave a puzzled look to the marshal and he replied her. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"You're at the traffic light, wait for the green man before you cross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didnt help, and she felt embarassed. She's finally enlightened when she saw LT TAN jaywalked across. When she related this incident to the group of 48th AIR guys, they laughed uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IS SHE THAT PATHETIC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112727082858467601?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112727082858467601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112727082858467601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112727082858467601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112727082858467601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/army-half-marathon_112727082858467601.html' title='//, Army Half Marathon'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112720923267930340</id><published>2005-09-08T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:40:32.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. e beginning of study break</title><content type='html'>i cant believe today is the last day of school. all this while i been slacking and hoping study break to come. Now it has came, I dunno what to do at all. I'm at a loss man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sucha scary word that i dont want to be associated with. eeks. I'm  gonna miss so many lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose hair sissy Chan: his nags and praises&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lek: concern, funny and positive attitude&lt;br /&gt;Ah Neh: her unbelievable crappy behaviour. her fav phrase - siao ar*&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Tan: her ever punctual attitude and sarcasm. chijian rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Jean Yong: die die dont cancel idea, like her experiences&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: cold n crappy jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Desmond Lim: nice and gd to bully&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cheam: ever-patient yet not so gd. seeing him next sem. *sian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112720923267930340?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112720923267930340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112720923267930340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112720923267930340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112720923267930340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/e-beginning-of-study-break.html' title='//. e beginning of study break'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112591334088984086</id><published>2005-09-05T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:43:06.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. proof of memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/lilostitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/lilostitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;this picture is taken on NCC Day Dinner, 27/8/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;by: Mr Tan Kok Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and him... living in a happy world. oh aloha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112591334088984086?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112591334088984086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112591334088984086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112591334088984086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112591334088984086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/proof-of-memory.html' title='//. proof of memory'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112591609628294300</id><published>2005-09-05T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:28:16.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. i sense competition</title><content type='html'>competition between 2 couples? initiated by the newly "wed" domestic partners, of barely 1 week. yingying suggested competing which pair lasts longer than another. Girl, if it's a motivation to keep the love growing and relationship stronger, I don't mind. That doesnt mean any of us will say such hurting words like; I WON - try harder. yingying ar yingying, it's expected you aint a *meanie* you, that's why i adore u. *we rock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following up, is her next half, saying "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2month is a long time"&lt;/span&gt; and is very confident of maintaining their relatinoship beyond 2 month. I wish them good luck. Confidence isnt everythng, love isnt everythng, effort isnt... alright.. bits by bits add to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MASTER PLAN - Save the Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitch n I agreed to try out our relationship for 3months, it's still sustaining I guess. which part does it say, we are having a problem here. Ha. Not YET. the word "YET" indeed sounds scary. I starting to feel your fear stitchie head... HeHEheh  Stitchie head said he has faith in our relationship, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, are they intiating a healthy competition? C'mon, what are friends for people? To care, to care and to care, again! lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p.s. stitchie head, u are sooooo sweet. u got me addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112591609628294300?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112591609628294300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112591609628294300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112591609628294300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112591609628294300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-sense-competition.html' title='//. i sense competition'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112581607461335319</id><published>2005-09-04T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:38:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alternative love story</title><content type='html'>this idea struck me when i was with him ytd. I wonder could there be an alternative to how our story start. Let's flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were involved in RIKE'03 as participants, but we never see each other thru'out that 5-6mth of trainings. Maybe our shoulders brush pass each other? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Q: If we did see each other, what will happened next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Nothing. We can't be bothered to talk. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to help out AKE'04 1st training and I wasnt there. We missed another chance to see/know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Q: If I went to the 1st training, what will happened next, again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Nothing. Simply a Hi-Bye and that's all. Oh, ciao with ppl i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time, I'm seeing him. But we didnt talk at all, I dont even know his name. He just caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Q: if he has spoke to us (not just me), will we have continue the friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Maybe not. He's only another guy who shows up in my life. Shld u be expecting somethng esle in the beginning? I never thnk of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months later, I met him in a course. I wasnt all out to talk to him, because I don't know him. I spoke to our common friends. We weren't close, I didnt thnk of knowing him more. It was until one day, Nicholas finally introduced him to me. DAMN SLOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Q: Will the situation be different, if Nicholas has taken the EXPECTED initiative?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: I really don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after the course, I added him to my contact, and from there onwards, we started to know each other. We managed to click and somehow, love sparkles. blah blah blah... until SO LONG then, we ended up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed each other a few times and if time could be turn back, how will this chapter begins? Without Nicholas, without RIKE, without anybody, I guess I would have lost him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112581607461335319?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112581607461335319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112581607461335319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112581607461335319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112581607461335319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/alternative-love-story.html' title='alternative love story'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112576726883183865</id><published>2005-09-02T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:33:55.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_like a mould.//</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1st Sept was a special day to my jiemei moomoo goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That made monthly counting easier. I found out from her another half, they are together. Unable to keep his excitement, i guess. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girls surprised, we realized our guys have so much in common, so are we. Yingying n I are vulnerable, sadistic n emotional. We aint as strong as others thnk of us despite our smiling faces. We kinda struggling with decision in our relationship. Being unsure if we made a right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking why are we attracted to our boys and finally we blurt it out without thinking actually. Thnk too much doesnt help. We concluded them to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Humourous&lt;br /&gt;2. Extremely lame&lt;br /&gt;3. Slacker&lt;br /&gt;4. Racist&lt;br /&gt;5. Cute character (no description)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In additional, both of them are from SEA! Yingying suggested double date. I was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*omg*&lt;/span&gt; and we are able to imagine the guys saying, "here they go again" - chit chatting in our own world, ignoring anyone's presence. Ha. Yingying, I adore u! u're my reflection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, yingying aka moomoo goddess of animal farm. remb, our xi huan jiu hao prinicple. Why being enthuasists ourselves fell in love with slackers? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Our weird taste, simply taste alike. *tsk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112576726883183865?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112576726883183865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112576726883183865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112576726883183865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112576726883183865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/like-mould.html' title='_like a mould.//'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112720797084448586</id><published>2005-09-01T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:19:30.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. teachers' day eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_19621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_19621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_19591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_19591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_19601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/100_19601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; desiao-ing next 1B24 ECT tutorial lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. he once hit me for doing well in ECT Test. *siao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112720797084448586?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112720797084448586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112720797084448586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112720797084448586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112720797084448586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-day-eve.html' title='//. teachers&apos; day eve'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112576504317050521</id><published>2005-09-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:13:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. gaming my time away_</title><content type='html'>4 hours of cadd lessons might sound torturous. But if u are a fan of microstation work, u definately find it challenging. To some, I might be classified as CADD wizard or witch? ha. WORST! CADD Freak. So people outta, chill be cool abot CADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr John Chan is a nice lecturer, he does his work and he cares for us. Where in the Earth can you find such a wonderful lecturer. He IS long-winded but he's concerned. time to time, I thanks for his compliments, or I being sabotage by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tho 4hr of cadd lesson has transformed to my weekly gaming session, I made sure I try not to let him down. He's appreciative each time i help him out. I sympathize him because we took advantage of his kindness. He never reprimanded me when I wasnt paying attention. He knew I was listening and he never stop me from playing yahoo games, using msn or even blogging. So have u picture him as a nice lecturer yet? Better be. It's not hard to visualize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. I forgotten I met Alfred. He must be waiting for a long time. I was held back sweetie. : ) but my heart goes out for eu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112576504317050521?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112576504317050521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112576504317050521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112576504317050521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112576504317050521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/gaming-my-time-away.html' title='//. gaming my time away_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112576441488328277</id><published>2005-08-28T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:32:31.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. he's here again</title><content type='html'>Since RIKE'03, my life has changed. I developed a love for kayaking and I have done 1 RIKE &amp;amp; 2 AKE up to date. together with me are some enthuasists. I'm glad to have knew them and everythng about us rock! Altho new faces popping up now n then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to human, I met stitch. It's almost a year ago n' we didnt even talk until 6mth ago? That's when we met outside NCC but we barely spoke to each other. Surprisingly, how things go between us, from strangers to crush and now we're lover! He's just an ordinary guy whom I seem to have fallen in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned when's that 1 yr ago took place? It's NCC Day Dinner. Went in with a different status amd a role to play. Again, I was given the role of prize presentor standing at frontline. How honorable. *giggling* No longer were we seated seperately, we sat next to each other. Someone who's taking care of my food while am away to stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THANKS STITCH! HAPPY 2 MTH TOGETHER~ weeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S. Jamie oh Jamie... a HAPPY Jamie today. This dinner marked our contributions and people sitting around our table are great people. I adore u CCG '04 n '05. I cant do without eu guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112576441488328277?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112576441488328277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112576441488328277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112576441488328277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112576441488328277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/hes-here-again.html' title='//. he&apos;s here again'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112576255776135350</id><published>2005-08-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:31:36.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. just another day</title><content type='html'>Today, is just another worst day that most probably I'll remember. I was referring to my morning clumsiness. Guess what happened? I was supposed to reach HQ by 930am and I got there at 1030am! The reason? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I overslept in the train to Marina Bay &amp;amp; back to YCK. That's not the worst. I slipped and fell from the staircase of YCK MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it was a few steps to the ground. *phew* With many pairs of eyes witnessed my embarassment, I quickly tapped my card and dashed out of the station. How pathetic. Friends who are reading this, please control your laughter. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u want to try? HehEhehx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112576255776135350?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112576255776135350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112576255776135350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112576255776135350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112576255776135350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-another-day.html' title='//. just another day'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112495410810972076</id><published>2005-08-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:15:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. living like a dead</title><content type='html'>I'm a living dead, walking around SP. Life seems &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lifeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I start to wonder why am I doing in school? What's the purpose of studying here? Will I survive this place for 3 years? Many questions going through my mind. I trying to find the reason to "live". I hope I will know the reason someday. Hopefully, sooner. Let me *think*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good career prospect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earn more than sufficient money to feed 2 families&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living today, to see the world of tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must be crazy, be positive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death is not a solution to boredom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tick tock/* time is running out. Basically, I'm dragging myself in school. Passing each day, like I have to, which &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Leading a monotonous lifestyle, staring at my computer, facing tons of homeworks and projects. I have no life. Should I repeat?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; I have no life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112495410810972076?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112495410810972076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112495410810972076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112495410810972076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112495410810972076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/living-like-dead.html' title='//. living like a dead'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112495331369779938</id><published>2005-08-19T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:37:08.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. no scream from me</title><content type='html'>I love scaring myself with horror movie. I find excitement while watching it. When approached by sudden appearance of ghosts and creatures, I would cover up my eyes and peek alittle. Sounds silly? Hehehex. In SP, I behave terribly. I screamed most of the time throughtout the movie, I watched with my classmates. Luckily, we were screaming as a group. Inconsiderate, but we were SCARED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I watched a local film &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Maid".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Althought I missed out a few details, I enjoyed the movie. It's definately better than HK horror movies. "The Maid" is a very local film. It shows the storyline of "Hungry Ghost Festival". Towards the ending of the movie, it was an  unexpected twist. I'm glad I didnt scream, or I might damage my voice. Preserve the best of ORAL. tsk! It's so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to our Media &amp; Arts industry, "The Maid" is well received by foreigners and shall be broadcast in some international event. How cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What a way to gain recognition in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the movie is to watch it with *stitch*!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112495331369779938?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112495331369779938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112495331369779938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112495331369779938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112495331369779938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-scream-from-me.html' title='//. no scream from me'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112435097702472691</id><published>2005-08-17T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:42:57.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.// unintentional joke</title><content type='html'>It was a silly talk from me. I didnt mean what I say. I'm sorry for being insensitive and again I apologise. *sighx* I didn't say that in front of you because I'm not sure how. I know you will read this and hopefully you'll chill and forget! *HeHehex* You didnt bring it up, but you have hinted. I'm not troubled by that but was sorry. I understand how some times threats can be irritating. You know I wasnt intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get over this. Which we did, didnt we.... *doubtful* I know you aint petty. *winkx*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112435097702472691?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112435097702472691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112435097702472691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112435097702472691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112435097702472691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/unintentional-joke.html' title='.// unintentional joke'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112375083871392171</id><published>2005-08-11T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:01:03.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much of an "effort"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If 60% effort gave me 1A, 2B n 1D for my term 1 test, should I consider putting in more effort?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, I felt that I'm mentally drained. I doubt that's e reason, or was it due to laziness? Partly to blame, was my over-confident that I will sure pass all my test. It always been the case since long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not learnt my lesson for GCE O level English? Which I failed that major exam for e first time. That moment was devastating. I was in a loss of words. I didnt know what to do or what will happen next. Nevermind about the past, again did I put in much effort for a new start? Think about it, I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish my brother didnt see through me! He always know what's going on in my head. Afterall, he has knew me up to date for 17years! Someone whom I been living with, way before I was borned! (when I was a foetus!) Okay, that sounds scary. One last thing, he shouldnt said was: "Mum, girl sucks in her studies &amp;amp; is very lazy. Supervise her!" There's a great "encouragement" before he left to K.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I didnt scored that badly, did I? I should strive for the better. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*go go go*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ---- panting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112375083871392171?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112375083871392171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112375083871392171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112375083871392171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112375083871392171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-much-of-effort.html' title='so much of an &quot;effort&quot;'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112374116018143328</id><published>2005-08-08T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:19:20.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little bubu's bdae ::.</title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally know what's "xiaobubu". It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; little bear handphone holder. Alright, that's a thing. Let me introduce you to *Live Little Bubu* also called, Zhi Min. *i know it's very gross*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know I'm a nice girl, naturally I have a group of nice friends. So being really good, we celebrated Zhi Min's belated 16th birthday. We had pastamania &amp; took neoprint. We looked damn... -speechless-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about that, Jing Yi told us a sad sad sad story about this boy named "Xiao Ming".  I was stoned upon hearing that. How convincing, yep! Have I memtioned who are the people in this happy gathering? They are: ZhiMin/JingYi/Alvin/Alfred/KokTeng/YY/JingKai/Rizal/ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you what's e bad thing going out with JingYi &amp; ZhiMin? There are 3 points to note.&lt;br /&gt;1. Attract attention with loud action e.g. exaggerated laughters&lt;br /&gt;2. Whack - I got my first whack from her in the stommy&lt;br /&gt;3. Disgusted behaviour e.g. Licking food and stuff it back into someone's mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more of them, will only accumulate my craziness to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;To someone special:&lt;br /&gt;We need not hide form them anymore, lets end the fun before it drives both you n her crazy. Or probably save our asses from being kick. lolx. Just be ourselves. *winkx* I know it's tough to keep it, so when the next time they ask, we shall be frank.&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/13358900-112374116018143328?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112374116018143328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112374116018143328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112374116018143328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112374116018143328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-bubus-bdae.html' title='little bubu&apos;s bdae ::.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112374285686473740</id><published>2005-08-07T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:47:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival@Marina :.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*weeeeeeeeeeeee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did anyone tell you how much fun you can get at the carnival? Free prizes to be won, exciting rides, entertaining officers and many other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you how pathetic I was for the first day. I ran 500m from highway exit to Marina South to Marina Bay MRT. I took a bus not knowing if it's the right one, and alighted someone which I guessed it's right. To my surprise, to arrive to carpark B, I walked another 3oom. (acccording to the traffic control officer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along my way, I seem to have attracted attention from the public and army personnel. Maybe due to the fact that I was wearing no.4. To me, those people seem ignorant, havent they saw girl in uniform? I shall not badmouth them, I might be equally "mountain turtle" if I was to be overseas. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, this awkward moment was forgotten when I backed to the arms of NCC. Yeah. Unfortunately, I have to starve myself before the pizza hut ration arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, JingKai, Xin Ren &amp; I were *jalan jalan* we brought home a few prizes for the past 2 days. How exciting. Alright, I admit we are typical kiasu singaporean. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always know NCC peeps will bring in more fun than boredom to sucha joyful carnival. I went to watch firework too, it was really beautiful. Amazing how it brighten up in the dark sky and bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ohhhhhh...... how wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112374285686473740?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112374285686473740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112374285686473740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112374285686473740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112374285686473740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/carnivalmarina.html' title='Carnival@Marina :.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112374717662195717</id><published>2005-08-05T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T07:18:55.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a place u shan't go to .//</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I have no clue where to go in CCK. It's sucha BOoooooooooring place. The shopping centre isnt very big, neither small. There's alot of people and again alot of people. CCK park is horrible because it has alot of mosqizzie. Definately more than the no. of people in LOT1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, I cheated him to send me home. How convenient! Not exactly HOME, we took a stroll from Lot1 to K.H. Lrt. It was his first time taking Lrt train. It seem that it wasn't a good ride. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Urgh. STOP! That's not e main point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's e main point all about? I'm not telling euuuu... : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112374717662195717?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112374717662195717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112374717662195717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112374717662195717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112374717662195717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/place-u-shant-go-to.html' title='a place u shan&apos;t go to .//'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112434997802085610</id><published>2005-07-30T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:59:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.// sweet memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/P7230009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/P7230009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;See what I mean? Taking photo before we board the travel bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/P7240088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/P7240088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again. Some spastic photo we took. Where's ah lian? She's there, no here. Where?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/P7240106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/P7240106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Behind us is the famous "TWIN TOWERS" of K.L.&lt;br /&gt;United we stand, Divided we fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/P7240123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/P7240123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We took this in "SUNWAY LAGOON". Behind us is a similar version of "Rainbow" in Escape Themepark of Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/P7240079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/P7240079.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life is beautiful. We're beautiful. Isn't that the way it should be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;//. K.L. photos contributed by allan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112434997802085610?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112434997802085610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112434997802085610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112434997802085610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112434997802085610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweet-memories.html' title='.// sweet memories.'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112314542319287670</id><published>2005-07-27T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:50:23.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. * someone passed his ppcdl</title><content type='html'>I suspect i have given 95% of my luck to someone. As expected, he passed his test under my accompany to e exam room. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*jamie knows very well, she's very nice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my lack of luck, things just went wrong for me. I cant book a *good* computer with microstation program, library closed early and I waited so long for my fish porriage to be served. How pathetic. I felt so... *argh* how in world my life goes wrong for one day. It supposed to be a GOOD DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of me, stand someone special... special in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dont like my sky to be painted gray -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112314542319287670?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112314542319287670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112314542319287670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112314542319287670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112314542319287670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/someone-passed-his-ppcdl.html' title='//. * someone passed his ppcdl'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112314420025233604</id><published>2005-07-26T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:19:42.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//.* survived KL trip</title><content type='html'>How should I relate this wonderful trip I had with my crazie khakis? They are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian aka aH LiaN // ChEriE e AUntiE // FitRi e inNocEnt aiNi // allaN aka Peester // Chao Cheng aka FisH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for our travel bus, we saw a family arabic. Suddenly, we thought that somehow Osama must be related to them. Ignoring their presence, we took some photos in front of them. Unable to hide our curiosity, we were caught peeping at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah. Finally, we arrived to K.L. We checked in our hotel and unpack our stuffs. Without further a do, we headed to K.L.C.C. It's K.L. Convention Centre. Remb the famous Twin Towers of K.L? THat's e one. We shopped until its closing hour. We had our dinner that but it wasnt a FEEL-GOOD experience. I felt the whole building was vibrating. Later, Lilian thought so too, slowly the rest as well. THat idiot Allan said, he held back Osama not to bomb e tower until we left. The best moment of this day, we had our facial bfore we go to bed. How silly we look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early, we went to sunway lagoon. It's more fun than Downtown East. Maybe it's of different experience. I tried both WET &amp; DRY "themepark". I like the "teacup" ride with Fish/Lilian/Aini. We were so crazy and we turned the cup so fast that we hardly BREATHE! Ppl around us was WATCHING bcuz their "cup" moved only 2/10 of our speed. We had A&amp;amp;W for our lunch. The thought of curly fries and float drink just got us HIGH! The 6 of us, dvided to 2 groups took seperate cabs to "Chinatown". We arrived and realized we were LOST! We searched high &amp;amp; low for their sights. THey were nowhere to be found. Cherie/Fish/ME were worried, we couldnt eat and stuff. We started to scold and swear. We were kinda force to purchase perfume which i didnt. After some time, we went back to our hotel, hoping THE TALL HOBBITS is "home". Soon, we heard the door open and all of us started to scream! We were so happy that everyone was safe and sound. The Tall Hobbits BOUGHT Mangosteen n ate Satay. The Short Giants were starving. All the screaming and hugging, we decided to go back Chinatown for DINENR! What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed our bags and left this place. Where we shared a fair amount of sorrow (the LOST incident) and beyond words of joy. Lolx. There's so much we had done, so much we have said, so much memories that I'm unable to list them down. One thing for sure, we took more than a hundred of photos. We shared a closer bond. *sigh*. Hey! I love euu ppl. HeheEHx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's straining to write down this journal. *aches all over* ----- *phew~* Whatever I missed out here, is rembered in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112314420025233604?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112314420025233604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112314420025233604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112314420025233604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112314420025233604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/survived-kl-trip.html' title='//.* survived KL trip'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112313814184676304</id><published>2005-07-21T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:49:01.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//. * it's presentatn n test week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's all about euuuu.... it's all about euuuu baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i was thinking all about you today... lalalala* -shattered-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. test test n more test. presentations were freaking stressful. I thought I did badly, I nv know. I don't want to know. I'm afraid to know. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*running away*&lt;/span&gt; sigh. I wonder how will I fare? All this while, I been lazy around and hoping to pass each day just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually declared not to study law. altho, i know i will pass, but can i compromise? Ha. Hopefully, my luck will do some trick then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly 1 more day b4 i finish my term 1 test and simply &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cant wait to go to KL with my SP peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. How exciting. aHHhh....... KL KL KL KL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HERE I COME -----&gt; *ZoooOOoooooooooM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112313814184676304?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112313814184676304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112313814184676304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112313814184676304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112313814184676304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-presentatn-n-test-week.html' title='//. * it&apos;s presentatn n test week'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112183892966151417</id><published>2005-07-17T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:55:29.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>// Life was tough as a prize presenter</title><content type='html'>how much do you know about being prize presenter? What esle do you know about being prize presenter? Or what don't you know about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about standing at the grandstand, smile and pass the awards to VIP. You have to go through several times of rehearsal &amp; wasting your time away waiting. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, most importantly, SITTING ALL DAY LONG enjoying makan session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. It all started last night, CO Latiff [NVSS] brought a group of us to Liquid Cafe to have dinner. It's an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dining. Luckily it was a treat from him. *\phew* I ate Chicken Spag' Marinara. Yummy. I lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backed to Air Office, after some rest I continue consuming my night snack. *ignore* what I had ate. The best part of that night was teasing Kok Teng. He's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; given up on me. Ha. *am I that mischeivous?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pondering over coming week test, Debbie, Zakiyyak &amp; I mugged through the night until we were knocked off. Air girls are muggers! Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was started... all about food once more. From ration - Macdonald - ration - BK... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My life revolves with FOOD for these 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Oh my goodness. As a prize presenter, the toughest job wasnt giving out prizes but EATING ALL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took many picture of us winning a plug. It's fake. But one thing to be exact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;UNITY WON GOLD UNIT AWARD 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - INVOLVED IN GOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking proud of my school and unit achievement, except my current co who dont deserve e honour. He wasnt much contributing the development of "The Honest Nest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &amp; all,&lt;br /&gt;It's us, once U/nity cadets n current part B - D who deserved the TITLE! &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*hip hip hooray*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112183892966151417?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112183892966151417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112183892966151417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112183892966151417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112183892966151417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-was-tough-as-prize-presenter.html' title='// Life was tough as a prize presenter'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112183606434865044</id><published>2005-07-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:07:44.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[After] NCC Day Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (Left - Right) jam iie, kenneth, kok teng, lay y iian, joel n y iing yii&lt;br /&gt;Humble, but loyal to NCC HQ (wait till euu know what i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; y iian y iian n i still cant kick the habit of being: ATTITUDE!&lt;br /&gt;AIR &amp; SEA rule_ Sistas rock~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It doesnt matter what n who we are, we will always united as ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112183606434865044?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112183606434865044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112183606434865044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112183606434865044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112183606434865044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-ncc-day-parade.html' title='[After] NCC Day Parade'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112184212724933999</id><published>2005-07-15T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:48:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_ coffeebean joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(91).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/400/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2891%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coffeebean @ Takashimaya was... so-so. It's who I'm with makes it COOL! Cheriie girl, lub ya so muchie too. We took this picture pretending we werent awared of the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(90).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/400/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2890%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; cher iie n jam iie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(68).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/400/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2868%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Self-obsessed once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cheriie said i liied to her i was alone. Did I? Her question was: Where are u? With your friend huh? Obviously I will say NO! I was with my sweetie alien called stitch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ugly duckling; no more. Maybe u really suck in photo boy. LOLX! *zip*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112184212724933999?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112184212724933999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112184212724933999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112184212724933999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112184212724933999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/coffeebean-joy.html' title='_ coffeebean joy'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112184079214061015</id><published>2005-07-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:26:32.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_ stitch visited SP</title><content type='html'>It's my first test today. It went on much better than I thought. I expected it to be sucky. Well, I was wrong. Last minute effort wasnt encouraging but... Pei Qin reminded me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;STUDY HARD; STUDY SMART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Da jie ming yan, how can I choose not to listen? Bearing in mind, I must score at least a B for all module, I cant afford to waste anymore time. Seriously, I'm lacking of discipline at home. I simply cant sit still and study for a moment. Cozy bedroom, brain-washing TV and new DVDs... I'm so tempted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1st test over and guess what. Stitch came to sch today. An alien has invaded SP, oh my goodness! *thinking far too much* Stitch came over to book his PPCDL theory test. After which we went out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*window shopping*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kinda dumb but I was happy to see him around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112184079214061015?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112184079214061015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112184079214061015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112184079214061015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112184079214061015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/stitch-visited-sp.html' title='_ stitch visited SP'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112183960741164739</id><published>2005-07-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:06:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_ [1st] unfulfiled presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/100_15152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/400/100_15151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is our CLASS PHOTO - Kinda BLUR : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group didnt manage to present our "Welcome to Dreamworld Resort". Yes, there's disappointment in me. I wanted to end this 30% project asap. It seem that GOD didnt answer my prayer. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*continue praying hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/div&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/13358900-112183960741164739?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112183960741164739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112183960741164739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112183960741164739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112183960741164739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/1st-unfulfiled-presentation.html' title='_ [1st] unfulfiled presentation'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112184385182313120</id><published>2005-07-09T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:26:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>// fishing no fish. eating duckie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_4779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/400/IMG_4779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Way Chuan, Jerome n He Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_4788.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/400/IMG_4788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ah quan "actually" killed me by kicking me off the edge of jetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/IMG_4780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/400/IMG_4780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Always sucha cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More photo to come - contributor: Lao Da, He Wei. He brought us to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aljunied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Johnson duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We ate 1 &amp; a half duckie: Crispy skin &amp;amp; tender flesh. Yum Yum. Poor Stitch was starving during Canoeing trng. *eviL Laughters*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112184385182313120?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112184385182313120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112184385182313120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112184385182313120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112184385182313120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/fishing-no-fish-eating-duckie.html' title='// fishing no fish. eating duckie'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112064212265515307</id><published>2005-07-06T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:09:26.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. gorgeous pQ_</title><content type='html'>Poor pQ, oh should I say our dearest Pei Qin was dolled up beautifully. By who? They are the "Female beauty consultant" namely Mary, Veronica &amp; Wan Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. She looks really pretty but some guys [1B24] just cant appreciate it. The &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"fine art of make-up"&lt;/span&gt; by ladies. if I got hold of her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Before &amp;amp; After" photos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; I will post it up here. Think of it again, she's alr pretty without make-up. But I can tell you, her features were enhanced, we love her eyes and long lashes. China doll? Sorry for the light foundation they applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we were still excited over this doll-up session. pQ &amp; I are in Level 4A, Library. guess what we did when we booked the computer. We were allocated R9 24 &amp;amp; 26, we sat @ R10 24 &amp;amp; 26 instead. We tried several times to log in before realizing we were @ the wrong zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next funniest thing pQ did, after we went to e CORRECT location. We settled down and started our own stuffs. I got a call and guess who? it's pQ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can you guess where is she? She's only [directly] behind me, and we talked for awhile on e phone. She asked for my position in the zone. I was surprised, really surprised. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1B23 peeps are always blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still rocks. gonna start working on powerpoint slides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112064212265515307?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112064212265515307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112064212265515307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112064212265515307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112064212265515307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/gorgeous-pq.html' title='. gorgeous pQ_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112064143694464414</id><published>2005-07-04T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:33:59.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. Late night out _</title><content type='html'>Monday. I'm suffering from Monday blues. How I wish I could have enough slp! I really wonder no matter how hard we tried, we nv seem to cmplete our project slides. It's endless. That can be terrifying. you gotta slog and work like OX again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being long-winded but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;POLY LIFESTYLE isnt relaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at all. Altho' at some point, it's flexible and less pressure was exerted. I thought maybe we are the one who give ourselves undue stress. How could you not be when the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; project weights more than 1/3 of your 100%! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As usual we worked till 8:30pm in the library before heading back home. I know wa'cha thinking. Who will ever wants to stay back in sch so late? We like to book *Project room* to discuss and to do our projectwork. It gives us more space to voice out. It's *OUR SPACE* Each time we turned the room upside down, inside out. In short, we became crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt how discussion should works? Or isnt that taught during IDEA? The crazier ya idea, the higher possibility it might work. Well, I believe we done well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, we video-ed our insanity and took some picture of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The more we get together, together, together. The more we get together, the happier we will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112064143694464414?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112064143694464414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112064143694464414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112064143694464414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112064143694464414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/late-night-out.html' title='. Late night out _'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112072352632083186</id><published>2005-07-03T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:13:49.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. [Finally] gotten my IDEA_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(20)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2820%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life during IDEA was relaxing and again, relaxing. However, the tedious and difficult part is figuring what the hell you drew, and how are you presenting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my product looked like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;UNIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Take it easy, girl. Things will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(22)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2822%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my god, was I wrong? Things didnt went on fine as I thought. IDEA was the first module that I wasnt prepared to present. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I totally loss of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Indeed, at that time everyone must have felt embarassed. I meant, to go out and present *weird* stuffs. Luckily, we werent alone. *phew~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My creation ended up into pieces, poor thing. Life after IDEA was a horrible death, destroyed by JAMIE! [Who's me...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112072352632083186?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112072352632083186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112072352632083186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112072352632083186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112072352632083186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-gotten-my-idea.html' title='. [Finally] gotten my IDEA_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112064049400472669</id><published>2005-06-29T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:02:08.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. 2nd DATE with... _</title><content type='html'>A new combination aparts from the previous &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Mini-Group Outing*.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This time round, it's Lilian &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(AGAIN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, He Wei, Louis &amp;amp; Me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Yesh, AGAIN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; C'mon, without the 2 girl, fun will be reduced to 50%! Ha. I know I sounded very thick-skinned. [Whatever] : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was decided on Mon that we should catch a movie together. We asked the whole class but only a few responded. Nevermind, that it's a small group, we had our fun too. We went to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"War of the Worlds" @ Orchard Cineleisure. It's a Sci-Fiction Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story began ... [ we actually missed the beginning bcuz we were 10mins late ] Okay. Let's start where we started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A divorced father was taking care of his young daughter when the town was attacked by a series of lighting. No one knew exactly, what resulted this mysterious weather. He went out to know more of the situation and was caught between machinery and destruction of human. In order to save both of his children from danger, he decided to travel and locate their mother. Along the journey, they faced several attacks and witnessed how helpless human beings are towards the alien machinery. Nonetheless, the good will defeats the bad. The ending was simple, too SIMPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed this movie. The sound impact in Cineleisure was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It really help to engage me to the movie and at some scenes, I jumped off my seat --- literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112064049400472669?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112064049400472669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112064049400472669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112064049400472669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112064049400472669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/2nd-date-with.html' title='. 2nd DATE with... _'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112045435560764835</id><published>2005-06-27T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:19:15.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. Adoption: Approved_</title><content type='html'>I doubt anyone will picture us together. For I was always the "gf" of his best friend, human. But hey, thing has changed now. And yes, we knew each other barely a year, we've been contacting one another all this while. *Love sparkles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was adopted by *STITCH*, a little cute fellow. Nahx. Tai Long was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEARTBROKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Poor guy. I'm not sure how long we can lasts together but... we hope it will be longer than 3 mth. Think it's impossible? I don't know. God has plan for everyone, naughty cupid is just performing his duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, a good relationship still depends on us, to maintain and cherish each other. I'm not a good gf, but I believe if I try, I can be one. All &amp; all, studies remains the top priority. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Proj. maranthon - SP is fun and filled with crazy people like me! That's what fun about! : ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112045435560764835?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112045435560764835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112045435560764835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112045435560764835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112045435560764835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/adoption-approved.html' title='. Adoption: Approved_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112030420657882821</id><published>2005-06-26T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:11:21.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. Family Gathering_</title><content type='html'>I miss my nieces n nephews alot. In such a short span of time, they alr grew up so much. We came together this day, 25/6/05, to celebrate Sheena's 20th bdae. She's my niece for your info. Alr UNI 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is sucha hypocrite. LOLX. Jazreel was reprimanded for her wrongdoing, she just kept quiet. When she left e room, she was laughing non-stop. What a sadist! But hey, many of us don't like Jazreel, she's... beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Many bad thngs we did to Jazreel as a family:&lt;br /&gt;- run away from her&lt;br /&gt;- lie to her, threaten her, bluff her&lt;br /&gt;- bully her&lt;br /&gt;- scare her and most imptly&lt;br /&gt;- IGNORE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant u imagine, how horrible she is as a person? That we must by all means avoid her. She can be cute @ times. I meant it, @ times! sigh* every celebration has to come to an end. yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's sucha enjoyable gathering that i will never forget. Marvin was fooled by us too! The story of Beatle &amp;amp; Moth. It's freaking lame. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112030420657882821?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112030420657882821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112030420657882821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030420657882821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030420657882821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/family-gathering.html' title='. Family Gathering_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112030307282537097</id><published>2005-06-22T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T04:17:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Poly isnt relaxing_</title><content type='html'>Who ever said that poly is a COOL n RELAX place to be, is a LIAR! I been working like an ox for my project over last few days, soon it wil be weeks. How tiring. It's only 4th week of sch, I alr feel so dead. Luckily I have my classmates to cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging isnt all that hard, it's e project that straining your energy. I have to juggle Aeromodelling with it. Which seem impossible which is partially TRUE. Did I memtion I was selected to be mechanic for NCC DAY PARADE: Aermodelling Demo. sounds cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Qin &amp; I stayed up in sch until 7+pm to work on our project. Can someone outta sympathize us? Offer us a drink? or food? The only energy source that keep us awake is PANDA CHOCO BISCUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not childish just hey, it's yummy. I have a crave for choco now. -hungry-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112030307282537097?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112030307282537097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112030307282537097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030307282537097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030307282537097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/poly-isnt-relaxing.html' title='.Poly isnt relaxing_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112072138598977089</id><published>2005-06-20T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:15:50.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. some of my classmate_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(41)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2841%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my GOOD FRIENDS in 1B23, she's my accompany home [LRT too!] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good friend to have, a faithful child of GOD and she's nicknamed Ms Loh, our sweet teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that isnt her real occupation. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(44)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2844%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Starting from clockwise)&lt;br /&gt;Pei Qin, Louis, Way Chuan, He Wei, Lilian &amp; Min Yee. Where was I? The photographer! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we're in a cafe right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(31)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2831%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're actually mugging @ Library's Courtyard. It became our favourite hangout soon since we got our project assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! Books, Design &amp;amp; Drawing tools, rubbish and junk food. How hardworking we are! Lolx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112072138598977089?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112072138598977089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112072138598977089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112072138598977089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112072138598977089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-of-my-classmate.html' title='. some of my classmate_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112030268801239281</id><published>2005-06-19T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T04:11:28.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. H2O up to no gd_</title><content type='html'>Everytime, we went out for celebration, we will end up coming home extremely late. Always seem to be up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally H2O reunited ytd to celebrate Cherie's blated bday. Not exactly, but still a good chance to catch up with one another. Ever since Wei Ling &amp; Shawn became an item, they are forever so sweet. *envious* When can I have such a day to call my own? Ha. Just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fetched Cherie after work and headed to Esplanade for supper. The food was delicious, and affordable. Altho it's slightly expensive than the usual price. We ordered a table of food: Satay, Drinks (a must have), Hokkien Mee, Sambal Stingray, Sambal Sotong, BBQ chicken and Oyster omelette. *yum* - Si Wei was there to clear up the remaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, e grp of us went for a stroll, how romantic we were. All the hugs, jokes n laughters. All &amp; all, we got to go seperate way home. I cherish every moment we were together. *sniff* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, we have to plan for the next gathering! Clubbing? Makan session? and many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112030268801239281?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112030268801239281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112030268801239281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030268801239281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030268801239281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/h2o-up-to-no-gd.html' title='. H2O up to no gd_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112030362295695520</id><published>2005-06-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:11:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. Nose Hair Sissy Chan_</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mr John chan really doesnt has the image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He's terribly dressed? Not exactly. Didnt shave his sideburn? Nahx, he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with him is that, he &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAS BAD BREATHE&lt;/span&gt; which can be smell from a distance. He didnt trim his nose hair which is sticking out his nostril. It's LONG, shiny and DISGUSTING. He simply love to "splash" his saliva. Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome told me, John Chan behaving very sissy. I thought otherwise. Until one day, I saw his gesture. It's so feminine. YUCKS! Plus he's alr a middle-aged man. Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teaching style has confused alot of us, either complicated his explanation or teaches very slow. He love to reply his sentences many times. Sometimes, he amused us. Sometimes, he annoyed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have no choice but to accept he's our lecturer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112030362295695520?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112030362295695520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112030362295695520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030362295695520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030362295695520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/nose-hair-sissy-chan.html' title='. Nose Hair Sissy Chan_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112045374232629016</id><published>2005-06-10T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:09:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. Sakae Sushi Feast</title><content type='html'>Yesh. It's a SAKAE SUSHI FEAST. A class gathering of at least 10, ended up with 4 (Lilian, Fitri, Cherie &amp; Me) Altho the no. was small, but we enjoyed ourselves alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;REAL PRO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she knew exactly which dishes we should try. Can you believe it, she visit SAKAE almost every week. That explains her expertize. Food, food and more food, we decided to gossip. Afterall, it's a girls' outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT TOPIC: Mary Gong - Nahx. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Yee? Pei Qin? SUPER LOW PROFILE. Jerome, Way Quan n more... WE simply read and talked abt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in our class. I meant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, including the 4 of us. We were open minded and hey, it's a hell fun to know what they thought of you. Either the good or the bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, our friendship will lasts, happily ever after. Sounds like fairytale huh. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112045374232629016?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112045374232629016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112045374232629016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112045374232629016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112045374232629016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/sakae-sushi-feast.html' title='. Sakae Sushi Feast'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112030187310979265</id><published>2005-06-09T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:57:53.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.CADD_</title><content type='html'>I simply love this session which i find it easy to understand. It's also a time for me to *SLACK* yes, you didnt get me wrong. Under the watchful eyes of Mr John Chan, we managed to surf friendster, chat using web msn n blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan a poor guy. Alrite, I admit the entire class always bullying him. What did he do? He threatened to activate JUNGLEBYTE, which the system failed him. Ha. This software will lock up our com, so that we can pay attention to his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE DONT EVEN KNOW how to use it correctly. That's sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1B24: Called me 205 again! sianx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2nd week of sch, I alr got 3 project to work on. Somebody save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112030187310979265?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112030187310979265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112030187310979265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030187310979265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030187310979265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/cadd.html' title='.CADD_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112072201037862363</id><published>2005-06-07T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:40:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. part of my AKE gang_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; MSG Jing Yi (e one standing), CLT Kok Teng (e one bullied) &amp; SSG Zhi Min (e one fooling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was a wonderful day at Changi Beach... waiting for miracles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/1600/p%20iix%20??(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3602/494/320/p%20iix%20%3F%3F%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Left - Right) MSG Jason, MSG Jing Yi, CLT Kok Teng &amp; SSG Zhi Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Another happy moment of our dearest &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BIG BROTHER&lt;/span&gt; Kok Teng being bullied by the Guang Yang SK Warriors. Have you wondered what's the result of putting that 2 girls together? Behind this nicely taken photo, was a disaster and craziness hell of fun. Same goes to if you place me &amp;amp; Lay Yian together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;MuHahahaa... AKE rulex all the time, altho it really sucks to e core at times. weeee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112072201037862363?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112072201037862363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112072201037862363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112072201037862363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112072201037862363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/part-of-my-ake-gang.html' title='. part of my AKE gang_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112030131481608255</id><published>2005-06-05T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:10:21.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. Annual Kayaking Expedn_</title><content type='html'>3 Jun'05 - 6 Jun'05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SSTC - CSTC - SSTC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the tough part has ended. We had joy, we had fun, not to forget disappointment. Esp. when we put a trust in someone. That certain person has failed to reach our expectation. That's disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about that. I felt so sick @ CSTC,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; "MOTION SICKNESS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I slept in NCC Van after having lunch from Changi Village. FOOD WAS GOOD! : ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I grew closer with the SEA CLT thru' AKE preparation. There wasnt conflict among us except with the officers. They certainly lack of trust in us. No one to blame to. Lay Yian &amp; I are like sistas. We were violent &amp;amp; vulgar, and we love playing mind games with cadets. It's sadistic actually. We enjoyed bullying KOK TENG somehow. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I memtion what happen during the nightstay in SSTC? Dominic was massaging Joel's head using his foot! Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i did was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*HIT*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a sunburnt ALFRED. *eviL Laughters* I wonder why I did that either. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112030131481608255?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112030131481608255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112030131481608255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030131481608255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030131481608255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/annual-kayaking-expedn.html' title='. Annual Kayaking Expedn_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112030057552564671</id><published>2005-06-02T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:36:15.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. wild night_</title><content type='html'>ha. it's 1st week of sch and I hv been behaving super wild. All sort of stupid action and exaggerated conversation. I really LOVE my classmates, they are so fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT TOPIC: Mary Gong. &lt;br /&gt;[Loading...] Eugene &amp; Alfred X-Colleauge from Tanah Merah Terminal. What's so interesting about her? She only attended classes this week onwards. First impression of her, not only she's new but she wore LOW CUT. She has big boobs to be honest, guys or even the girl cant take their eyes off her. She's 18 + used to be a lesbbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Jerome. He's Xuan Sheng's X-classmate and he knew (but not friends?) those MARIST from Barracudas. He's one cool-looking dude. : ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week of school, our lecturers didn't give us much problem. Ha. It shld be the other way round. Looking forward tomorrow AKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112030057552564671?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112030057552564671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112030057552564671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030057552564671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112030057552564671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/wild-night.html' title='. wild night_'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-13358900.post-112029948943831892</id><published>2005-05-29T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:18:22.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. Mini Kayaking Expedn_</title><content type='html'>27 May '05 - 29 May'05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSTC - SSTC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say? Things screwed up as usual. Do I care? I do, but certain thing is beyond my limit. Luckily, I have Kok Teng &amp; Lay Yian to assist me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been to SSTC, you shld stand @ e balcony @ night. The weather was cool, the stars twinkled and friends were with you. The group of us stayed up all night, joked and acted crazy. It was fun though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... [ I know this closing is alittle rush. ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* CADETS SUCK ALL TIME! T.OFFICERS SUCK EVEN MORE. SOME CLTs ARE SO... -whatever-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AKE'05 is arnd e corner* That's when all e troubles begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13358900-112029948943831892?l=gone2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112029948943831892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13358900&amp;postID=112029948943831892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112029948943831892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13358900/posts/default/112029948943831892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/mini-kayaking-expedn.html' title='. 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