<?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-6914673</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:44:29.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page cannot be displayed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>799</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113480648845216686</id><published>2005-12-17T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:16:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so going to regret it..</title><content type='html'>Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be song leading tomorrow for church and usually, the song leader has to do up all the powerpoint slides. They are usually a pain to do. I haven't even got down to preparing the templates or anything, just typing out the lyrics for the only Chinese song I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire song sheet is covered in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanyu Pinyin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a brilliant genius or something. I can type really fast with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pinyins&lt;/span&gt; now. Granted, the computer is doing most of the work, but I think my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinyin&lt;/span&gt; is really good! I asked around and found out most of my Chinese Pro friends are super good with remembering words, but their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinyin &lt;/span&gt;sucks. Aiya, they are so smart. They don't even need the Chinese dictionary during the Os. I remember I was rapidly flipping through the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire &lt;/span&gt;book for the whole of 2 hours. I think I only spent 30 minutes writing and the rest of the time flipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour more before I have to get my ass out of the house. Hrm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surfing around Friendster. That thing is quite amusing when you log in like once or month or something. I think one of my friend, Bobby, is getting really, really cute. Actually I spent most of my ppt-slides-making-time surfing Friendster. I'm so going to regret it tonight. I bet I'll stay up until God knows what time doing the dumb thing. I wish someone did a ready made template of all the songs then I can just download it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lazy Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not making an effort to train &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psyfaq &lt;/span&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a lot of sighing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PPT Slides and Song shets are still chucked at the corner of my desk. UNDONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for trouble only sx. Asking for trouble. Tonight see how. Sure reach home damn late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unblocked a couple of people from my MSN list to let them annoy me so I can find more excuses to block them again. I wonder if there's a way to block people from your handphone list or something. Prevent them for SMS-ing you. Topping the charts is this fellow from church who kept sms-ing me n00b questions about MS last night while I was dozing off at WX's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shooing dashrandom on him, make dash ks him until he cries or something. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Glances at song sheets* Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN SOME KIND SOUL FROM TRBC DO THEM FOR ME NEXT WEEK PLEASE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113480648845216686?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113480648845216686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113480648845216686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-going-to-regret-it.html' title='I&apos;m so going to regret it..'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113463859965871582</id><published>2005-12-15T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T03:01:53.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>I think I forgot to blog about my Sentosa trip, but who the hell cares. I'm going out to dinner with Xavian soon so we'll see how much I can type before he calls me and make a big fuss. He absolutely forbade me to play Maplestory because he knows I'll get too engrossed in the game and cancel the dinner at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, one thing. I think everyone's crazy. The minute you go out with some guy, everyone thinks you guys are going on a date or something. Even a simple dinner can cause so much hoo ha. Haiyo, you stupid traditionalists! Get a life can?! Actually, you all can't beat my mom. She thinks going out with guys equals to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pat tuo. &lt;/span&gt;I rather like going out with my guy friends because they are very interesting, easy-to-understand people. I love my girlfriends, (ie : the gossips queens of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2004 &lt;/span&gt;4x400m relay team) but most of the time, I realize my bestest, best friends are guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to tease them and they won't get insulted! I like! Of course, there are more reasons. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now with one less person to sms during school hours, (Ed's gone to Thailand. More about that) it's actually quite boring. I realize the people I send sms-es to are people from church. *Laughs* With the exception of Fatso but only because she has just gone off to climb Mt K. again. *Boring!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've developed this weird habit of sitting around void decks and talking to my friends. The first time I did it was before Xavian left for Hong Kong. The way Eddie's sms was written, it made it sound like X was going to migrate or die or something. "...Go accompany him before he fly off..." Something like that la. The sms was in a very sober mood la!! Siao one leh! We sat around my void deck and talked for ages before the boys left to catch the last bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I sat around this nice playground in AMK Central, talking to X and Ed for no particular reasons. I ate my first Ramly burger (very nice meh?) and sat on the slide talking and talking. It was rather fun. At least, we weren't spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, I better type something about the impromptu Sentosa trip on Monday to do it some justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much except swim, swim and swim some more. Ok, actually, we swam very little. The guys got very tired just swimming to the little platform in between the two islands. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; one leh!! I was expecting WX and Ed to do a better job because they both swim a lot. But they so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lan &lt;/span&gt;one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : "Eh, 不要游了。。 我很累了。。。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "WHY?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the platform, we saw a cutey litty bitty blue (!!!) crab. Lil Pu Chuan said it was poisonous. "谁说的？" we asked. "Oh, 我的爸爸 lor." I said we should bring it up to the platform, using WX's $60 sunglasses (it was clinging on the underside of the platform) to take a closer at it, but before everyone even agreed, or got a closer look, that bloody WX sort of used stuck his hand under water and swept it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment the crab was there, the next moment it was gone. =(&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Wx. Poor crabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YES! I've finally got my dose of gaming. Have been missing out all these for the past couple of weeks. It's 3 frigging AM in the morning and I've just done 6 hours of gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand those people who play 2 hours a day. Can go and die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113463859965871582?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113463859965871582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113463859965871582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113448780452746617</id><published>2005-12-13T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:37:56.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Superstar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/3649/img60839ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/3649/img60839ec.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the day started.&lt;br /&gt;I left a note outside my mom's bedroom door last night to tell her what time to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't trust my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then instead of going to school, I got 10 bucks out from my mom to cut my hair at the saloon downstairs. Wa lao, the 小姐 gave me an old school hairstyle la! It looked dreadful. But luckily, I think looked quite cute, so I managed to pull it off. (=X) Ok, not really. I kind of sped all the way to Junction 8's toilet and tried to get rid of as much cheapo hairwax as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home 6 hours later, my mom said I looked like I didn't cut much of my hair at all. My dad waved her away with his arm and said I looked gorgeous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nia la, Jing nia."&lt;/span&gt; ("Pretty la, pretty..") MY DAD DA MAN. THANK YOU PAPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time I will pay 5 bucks to go to Sri Dewa and shave off all my hair and surprise my mom. Confirm short enough for her. She has this obsession with short hair. According to shien, last time she chopped off 12 inches of hair at the saloon because of the hot weather and my mom came back home a very happy woman. (See, siao. I told you all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck, next time I'm going to pay 20 bucks to get a nice haircut at some posh saloon la. I feel so cheated. The 小姐 even charged me $3 extra because I told her to style my hair nicely since I need to go Campus Superstar later and there will be a TV Crew there. The lady just washed my hair with water, slapped wax on my hair and charged me $3 extra. What the. No shampoo. At least put a bit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the thing started at 1 and ended at 4. I stood for 4 hours. But in between, several very nice things happen. I got to act like some stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chao ah lian &lt;/span&gt;and a total bimbo. Hey! It was very cool ok! It's not every day you get to act like that and scream "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Yang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;" at the top of your lungs. It was quite fun actually! I rather enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I even appeared on TV because I yelled "MUMMY!! I DIDN'T GO TO SCHOOL TODAY!!!!" at the camera. The camera man actually grinned at me la! I bet he's so used to teen girls skipping school to watch this kind of contest and yelling about it into his camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jun Yang looks really, really, cute in real life. Better than on TV. (I'm not a fan of all this star thing, in fact, I hardly even watch TV and didn't have an idea who Jun Yang was until 3 months ago) I can see why SHEsiao Aaron and his Fan Club love Jun Yang so much. That guy is just so friendly. He waved and smiled at every single group of girls who screamed his name. He actually waved to me (ok, my group, but what the hell. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS ME OK&lt;/span&gt;) cos I screamed "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUN YANG!!!&lt;/span&gt;" (ya la ya la! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah lian&lt;/span&gt; wannabe can?), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMILED &lt;/span&gt;(I SWEAR MY HEART STOPPED. The eyes so damn alluring can?!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and proceeded to touch Elyna's outstretched hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELYNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  *ROAR!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched Elyna's hand okay!?! OH MY GOSH!! I can't believe it. I think all the girls surrounding us looked ready to murder Elyna. I regret not bringing my ITE Web Publishing text book to ask him to sign, so then I can sell it for a good sum of money on Ebay. (Just in time for X'mas in fact. I need the money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the male host of the Chinese talk show "C'mon Lets Shoot", what the heck is his name?? Yeah him, anyway, he's really friendly too. He kept smiling and waving to everyone. Obviously JunYang doesn't hold a candle at hosting to him. That talk show guy is really good. There was this part when Jun Yang and the other rejected Project Superstars had to entertain the crowd because the judges where in an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air conditioned &lt;/span&gt;room discussing something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;, oh my gosh, their hosting and entertainment skills are so bad. I swear my legs actually seized up and dumped me on the floor when I heard the Derrick guy sing the army song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pukes* *Wipes mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the show, the guy who acted as Daqiu in Tong Xin Yuan sort of walked around and all the girls (not me this time) started waving and screaming "DAQIU!! DAQIUUU!!!" I thought it was super hilarious because everyone else doesn't know his name too. Poor "Daqiu." Eh, but the Daqiu very sporting! He waved his hands back in a manner much like his evil character in Tong Xin Yuan! So funny!! I nearly died laughing. (If I did die, it was also probably due to the fact the crowd was stiffling me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of really, really cute guys. The best Campus Superstar was this adorable 16 year old guy from a brown uniform JC. Okay, I admit, he's really good. He's got the charisma and stuff. There were 3 people from my ITE in the Top 24, and fine, my friend didn't get in to the Top 10, but the other 2nd year students got in. Oh well, if it couldn't be my friend, at least it was from Clementi ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rival campus, Bishan, (this rival infomation is from my BCM teacher. He's full of bullshit, but whatever) totally sucked. Their singer sang out of tune and was a nervous fright. Eh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balek Kampong&lt;/span&gt; la!! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the results was the worst (ok, to some, the best) part. My friends and I were chanting "三四九四．．．三四九四．．．" (Yan Zai's number) over and over again. But damn it, he didn't get in. But hey! My friend is in the Top 24 ok! I think it was very tough compeition in the guys section. It was easier for the girls because most of them were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah lians&lt;/span&gt; and all they could do was sing in a whispy voice and go *act cute here* ＂谢谢!!＂after they sing. Eeee. No wonder the girl from my ITE got in. She cropped her hair very short, wore baggy clothes and the judges called her a "female version of Jay Chou" (she really mumbled her way through the song) and said she had an "individual style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these 2 guys from RI and ACS Barker whom I felt shouldn't have gotten in. Granted, the RI guy sang fairly well, but he didn't even make an attempt to style his hair nicely and wore geeky, black framed glasses. The judges made him take off his glasses on stage and commented how shuai he looked. Bollocks man!! He looked just as geeky as before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ACS guy? He can't even speak Chinese properly. (Fine, like me when I speak Chinese can?) He stumbled over his number but sang his Chinese songs fairly well too. Bullshit. Cannot speak Chinese but can sing Chinese song. Bet he memorized his song by hard or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my friend did great. No kidding, I'm not biased. The female judge actually commented he was the "best out of the entire batch today" and he has got "the potential." I bet she got over ruled by the two other male judges. It gave us false hope ok! Poor Yan Zai was tramatized by the end of the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, like I said, if it couldn't be my friend, at least it was an ITE Clementi-ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BISHAN BALEK KAMPONG LA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113448780452746617?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113448780452746617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113448780452746617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/campus-superstar.html' title='Campus Superstar!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113440341113356564</id><published>2005-12-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:24:43.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yan Zai you better win!</title><content type='html'>I've got this friend who's in the Campus Superstar contest this year. The program's not launched yet but I think it'll start showing on the telly next month or something. But anyway, my friend got into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont-know-what-round&lt;/span&gt; la and now he's standing a bigger chance to win!! (I think it's 2 round more to the final number of contestants or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, not really. There are 2000+ contestants this time, I think the judges are going to shave off a large portion. Who the hell cares. It's so great to have come that far.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to skip school and support Ah Zai tomorrow!! The man has a great voice and he has absolutely no vocal training prior to this. So great right?! The venue is going to be at Bishan Junction 8 as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I'll wear jeans and my (sucky) ITE shirt tomorrow morning, then change to a nicer shirt the moment I'm out of the house and then head down to J8 to support Yan Zai.I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;afraid that I will see my relatives there or something, because I think all my relatives and friends and etc hang out in J8 everytime. (I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope I don't see my parents there. They are so going to murder me. Especially my mom. I wonder how the hell I'm going to lie to her tomorrow morning. Shit la, shouldn't have told her my school starts at 8 in the morning. Now I've got to cook up some lame-ass white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to get "the letter" very soon. My Class Advisor sends it every month or so when he tabulates the attandance and finds out that you have wagged 20% of the classes (ITE so strict. Siao!). No matter, I shall make it to attend every single classes everyday after this from the day after tomorrow until the end of the term (Which is in March. My birthday month. Damn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on. With the exception of.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;22nd December - Because the youths are going to watch Chronicles of Narnia and I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;to go since I'm the asshole who suggested 22nd and everyone else agreed to it. Now I sincerely hope they can't book the tickets and we have to watch some other day.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;17th and 18 March - Because it's my 18th (YIPPE!!) birthday and Xavian and I agreed we should go to Chinablack and stay out the whole night out and only go back the next morning. I think it's a fine idea. Great way to spend your 18th's birthday. Beats watching a M-18 movie. Yawn. (I bet most M-18 movies are horror flicks and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;Horror)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Some random day between 14th December to the end of the term - Because I'll be too tired to go to school on Monday if I hang out too late on Sunday.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all. I hope I don't see anyone I know tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Eh jie jie, can don't tell my father? Don't tattle can? Anyway my C.A knows about it, so it's not really "illegal". Ok, thank you. But I bet you will say anyway=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,10117,17531782-2,00.html"&gt;Race Riots in Australia. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly reminded of Yining when I was having my bath (LOL, at Sentosa) Take care ok Yining (and Colin, I nearly forgot)!!!! Don't know why, I suddenly miss you lots. *Sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113440341113356564?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113440341113356564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113440341113356564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/yan-zai-you-better-win.html' title='Yan Zai you better win!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113436001798871513</id><published>2005-12-12T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:00:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out soon to the one and only clean beach with the boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you all sun-starved folks very soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113436001798871513?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113436001798871513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113436001798871513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113423606170474335</id><published>2005-12-11T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:34:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shien is so clever</title><content type='html'>Just now I was counting if using pure water was more worth it than using blue potions. Eddie keeps saying Pure Water was more worth it, but we shall see.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Smug look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7980/purewater0tf.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7980/purewater0tf.gif" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="28" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Water - Recovers up to 800mp. Costs 1,650 mesos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img463.imageshack.us/img463/4237/bluepot6qu.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img463.imageshack.us/img463/4237/bluepot6qu.gif" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="30" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue potion - Recovers up to 100mp. Costs 200 mesos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I use about 250 blue potions every 10% and I was sort of wondering if I could save money if I used the pure water. So anyway, smart shien comes in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*comes in carry Ritz biscuts and milo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "What the hell are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sx &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*continues to scribble on paper* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"See if I can save money lor.................. AIYA!! I don't know how to count la!! Help me please!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se "Hrm......." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Whips out calculator and rapidly punches in numbers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "You will save a total of 28,000 mesos every level if you use blue potions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sx "WA!! 28K!? That stupid Eddie anyhow say! Eh En! You so smart leh!!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se "Aiya.. Maths only mah...." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point in this entry. I just want to tell the world I think my sister is so smart!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^ ^ V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was never my forte ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113423606170474335?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113423606170474335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113423606170474335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/shien-is-so-clever.html' title='Shien is so clever'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113419048604766043</id><published>2005-12-10T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:57:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Anyone wants to come with me to Sentosa on Monday!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going out soon. My stupid sister asked me to make a trip down to church to photocopy the forms for carolling. What the hell. I must take a train all the way down to Novena just to use the church's pohotcopying machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit stupid really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I'm going to carry home 100 pieces of paper in my bag. I hope Aunty Wen Choo doesn't ask me too much about what I'm going to do because my nerves are on a frayed end these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house's water pipe burst yesterday. I'll post up some pictures of my mom bustling around, acting really busy, but in actual fact, not doing anything. Oh wait, she held the ladder and kept commenting about her jars of salt and corn flour because they were under the pipe. Siao la my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the putty and torch light holder. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113419048604766043?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113419048604766043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113419048604766043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113395862187449480</id><published>2005-12-07T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:30:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange people on the MRT</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I keep meeting strange people on the train. Just a couple of days ago, I met this old chinese man who kept &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gigging &lt;/span&gt;to himself and shaking his head. At that time, I was too tired to give a hoot about him so I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stared &lt;/span&gt;isolently at him. Those stupid "I-trying-to-act-punk kind of star. The kind you see already you want to slap kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this Malay guy gestered to him if he wanted the seat he was sitting and the old man just girnned widely back and said damn loudly "NO NO!! YOU KEEP IT!!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Add the kind of grin foxes give to cute little hamsters beore they eat them*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao, Chee Ko Pek lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he alighted, he told th Malay guy "Next time if ther's someone around you, fart at him!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then yesterday, this guy wearing huge, thick, silver chains around his wrists and neck boarded the train and proceeded to stare at me all the way until my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me siao anot?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I met this teenage girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knitting &lt;/span&gt;on the bus. I mean, okay, if she was doing something else, I won't have said anything. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knitting&lt;/span&gt;?! Siao ah?! Ok, I'm laughing at her old fashioned hobby. Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend asked me if I would rather be cruel or evil and I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVIL &lt;/span&gt;because evil sounds more powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shixuan was a cruel dictator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;VERSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shixuan was an EVIL dictator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil sounds more.. I dunno.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Powerful &lt;/span&gt;right!! *ROAR!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113395862187449480?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113395862187449480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113395862187449480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/strange-people-on-mrt.html' title='Strange people on the MRT'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113379708642867599</id><published>2005-12-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:44:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Amount of photos</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for ages and the pictures I have are coming up to a scary amount!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, we'll talk about Sunday first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/3272/img59467mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 330px;" src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/3272/img59467mp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived late for Sunday School and was proceeding to the Main Hall when I saw the stable thing my dad helped made for Xmas. The place where Jesus was born la you twits! Except there weren't any animals and wise men cooing around the baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/5664/img59529dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/5664/img59529dp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... there were old women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/1889/img59502oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 258px;" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/1889/img59502oo.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Cooing around a plastic baby doll.&lt;br /&gt;(Eee.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the construction team made an announcement asking a kind soul to lend them a baby doll so they can place it in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma cao&lt;/span&gt;. Song En's dad said by the end of the day, we'll see 20 baby dolls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/5003/img59590qw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 353px;" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/5003/img59590qw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bev's latest handbag which costs $70 after a discount. But still! I could think of better ways to spend the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/476/img59694kt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 227px;" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/476/img59694kt.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad made the structure of this X'mas tree. He and the caretaker. They are both good friends. I'm saying this because I bet my dad is the only one the caretaker talks to in church. And also because the caretaker is kind of hard to get along with. My dad. POWER. They made 2 of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/1963/img59784pj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 278px;" src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/1963/img59784pj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for lunch, and Puden, who is just so full of shit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;had to go to this to Mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/5452/img59802oe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 372px;" src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/5452/img59802oe.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is the one who stuck two fries into a 50 cents ice cream cone and made Pu Chuan hold it up like the Statue of Liberty on his shirt. Another one. So full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;My sister, not Pu Chuan. Pu Chuan is a good boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/3222/img59877hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 247px;" src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/3222/img59877hr.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was choir... This is just to show the non TRBC people how my church kind of looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/1824/img59909zh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 343px;" src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/1824/img59909zh.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy here is 20 years old. Yet according to Lydia (temp youth choir mistress), he acts "like a seven year old." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Shakes head*&lt;/span&gt; My church people are just so full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COFFEE !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/2395/img59926ye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 231px;" src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/2395/img59926ye.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, the red haired mouse, shien and I went to Coffee Bean at Bishan. Shien got too high on coffee and started doing strange things at night. (Like calling innocent bystanders in Maplestory pigs) Guess the caffeine didn't take effect till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/4267/img59947bo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/4267/img59947bo.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Chee Ko Pak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/2048/img59966ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 268px;" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/2048/img59966ed.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IT'S A PAPER OCTOPUS!!! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By now shien is high on caffeine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/2070/img60022dw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/2070/img60022dw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guess what shien is drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/1097/img60049kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 282px;" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/1097/img60049kl.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a stick thin angel!!! HAA HAA HAA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/1727/img60006yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 362px; height: 272px;" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/1727/img60006yr.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOLDEMORT'S FINGERS!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/8959/img60055ox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 252px;" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/8959/img60055ox.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavian's going to Hong Kong Disneyland (another one!?) in a few days time. Shien and I drew up a list of things to buy, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;to buy for him on a Coffee Bean &amp; Tea Leaf napkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click to enlarge!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/8374/img60063bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 336px; height: 251px;" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/8374/img60063bd.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right," says Xavian.&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks like a clown here, with the hair sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img457.imageshack.us/img457/1719/img60094yj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://img457.imageshack.us/img457/1719/img60094yj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeds to tear off a strip from the receipt and does a Charlie Chaplin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img457.imageshack.us/img457/5474/img60162ir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://img457.imageshack.us/img457/5474/img60162ir.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is obsessed with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK!! Now for tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from dinner from Suntec NYDC with Ros, Wendi, the entire YTU comm team and my sister. Puden was late because of some flooding inside Suntec City (!!!) but he entertained us with his "full-of-shit" jokes as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/6091/img60405ci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 319px;" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/6091/img60405ci.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waiter was this really funny Malay guy (didn't manage to get a picture of him= ( )who looks like The Rock. The WWE Wrestler. Really lor! Eddie kept saying I'm crazy, but it's true! I think he's the Head Waiter for the night. He has half gold, half black hair and when he heard Puden sing "Noel, Noel" he joined in and then said "Opps~!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! So funny can anot? I'm going back to NYDC again la! Although they kept forgetting our orders. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/4584/img60205fk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 369px; height: 277px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/4584/img60205fk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very innocent piece of pizza you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img417.imageshack.us/img417/9560/hot2aj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 289px;" src="http://img417.imageshack.us/img417/9560/hot2aj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a super spicy pizza! Called what "Dynamite..."&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone drank 3 cups of water after that. So spicy!&lt;br /&gt;Eddie tried to kill himself by eating it with lots of Tabasco sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/897/img60233xj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/897/img60233xj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Song and Puden writing down our dessert orders in Song En's PDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way into desserts, Eddie remarked casually he wanted to snip off part of his long (actually short, compared to mine) fringe. Puden, being so full of shit, actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whipped &lt;/span&gt;out a small pair of scissors and waved it around the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/3073/img60267ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/3073/img60267ta.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got scissors!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT SCISSORS!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Half the restaurant turns to stare at table 25 - 27*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/1106/img60315hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/1106/img60315hi.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*1 second after this was taken*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed "Eh!! Don't cut my hair la!!"&lt;br /&gt;=.=|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/2637/img60325fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/2637/img60325fs.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean the desserts. Not the guy at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/8729/img60365zf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/8729/img60365zf.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice, must take more. Shien says they are too pretty to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/1585/img60475sd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 269px;" src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/1585/img60475sd.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sundaes have weird names like "Spy who loves me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/4795/img60513wd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/4795/img60513wd.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High on sugar, Eddie takes the toy ape from above and starts playing around with it. If I were the NYDC staff, I'd wash it every day. I bet everyone who sat near a stuff toys will play with it half way through dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I think I'm damn fat now. I have been having fast food for the past 5 days already. I just looked at some of my pictures and shit, I think I look fat. Nevermind, must be because I'm sick so I don't look half as good as usual. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113379708642867599?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113379708642867599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113379708642867599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/scary-amount-of-photos.html' title='Scary Amount of photos'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113345056440545879</id><published>2005-12-01T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:25:54.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Caucasian Dude</title><content type='html'>I was riding on the MRT today when this really hot Caucasian dude boarded the train. I mean, he's really hot la! He has medium length brown hair, grey eyes and a sharp nose (Man, I love sharp noses!) Really cute la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br. but="" wait="" hang="" on=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why the heck is he pushing a stroller and talking to the fat looking woman next to him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only then I realize he's married. Happily married with FOUR kids in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife, a local, looks like a human version of a stuffed pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THIS ALWAYS THE CASE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the fat and ugly women always get handsome boyfriends and husbands. Wa lao, the wife really look like pig la!! Why marry her?! Marry me la!! Me! I'm just 15 years younger, that's all!! Look at Cruise and Holmes!! Worse right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, a couple of days ago, I got the chance to see this neoprint picture of my class chairman (it's a girl actually, self elected too) and her boyfriend on the inside her locker door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background : Ok quite nice&lt;br /&gt;The fonts : Not bad&lt;br /&gt;The people : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CANNOT MAKE IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it looked rather like two pigs hugging each other. Anyway, my classchair says she's a pig herself (REALLY). Oh my god, who the heck in the world would call themselves a pig? But anyway, case in point. She's ugly, fat, damn vulgar (as in she says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knnbccb &lt;/span&gt;aloud in class. Tsk), damn annoying and she pokes her nose into everybody's business but yet!! She has a boyfriend!! (Albeit, a rather porky looking one. I think they broke up ages ago but I'm guessing she still keeps the neoprint for old times sake. Awwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh why ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worse than her is it?! Aiyo! I don't think I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. Maybe it's just that I talk too much, am too assertive, tell too much of jokes and make the guys laugh instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;laugh. Oh wait, and I don't wear skirts when I go out, I hate the colour pink and I hate fawning over guys ("Hi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ao Gong!&lt;/span&gt;" Eek.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um! Must be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, it's damn easy to get a boyfriend. I bet if I had longer hair, wore skirts, spoke in a demure voice, don't talk too much and giggle at every single joke the guys make, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure &lt;/span&gt;all the guys will fall for me. HAHAHA!! So simple what!! Then pretend to be really terrified when you're watching some horror movie and reach out to grab the guy's hand. SO EASY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think these kind of girls.. Only got cotton in their head. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;indecisive men. Double Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go where eat??"&lt;br /&gt;"Anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch what move??"&lt;br /&gt;"Anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I break up with you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Anything. OH WAIT! NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br.&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Better blog about the Track BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idiotic Earth Poon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dropped &lt;/span&gt;2 Chicken Wings and 1 Hotdog in a span of 1 hour. I think it's on purpose because I cooked the above and everything else we ate. Eh what is your problem huh? I thought it was quite a pity because the chicken wings were the most well cooked of the entire batch. So nice, not burnt ok! And Earth Poon just had to drop it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, all of us just sat in the Staff Room and talked for the next, I dunno, 2 hours?? Something like that. And we went to walk around my ex Track teacher's (also the DM) table and found this plaque of err.. Rubber bands. Those that say "Peace" or"Livestrong" kind and come in many colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apparently, he confiscates all of them and stretches them across his plaque. Some award thing. Aiyo, how to say? Never mind, I'll get some pictures during Chinese New Year or the next teacher's day or something. Earth found this durex condom proudly displayed above his table. I don't think it's his. Must be the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa, now so havoc already huh? Last time even Hanif and Ahmad also never bring condom to school. Anyway, the school is in the dumps. More teachers are leaving (even my ex Lit teacher. Gawd) so I guess there isn't much to go back for next time. Quite a pity actually. I rather liked Deyi and nearly wanted to kiss the floor when I entered the compound on BBQ night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this homely, safe feeling you know? (I miss all the spoon feeding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113345056440545879?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113345056440545879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113345056440545879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/hot-caucasian-dude.html' title='Hot Caucasian Dude'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113336793244945530</id><published>2005-12-01T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:32:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you believe it?</title><content type='html'>It's Thursdays tomorrow! So fast! It felt like Monday yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with a cold and a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more about the Track BBQ thing I attended yesterday, tomorrow. We bitched a lot and found out Earth brought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;packets of tissue to the BBQ. And 1 packet of wet wipes. Ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tissues anyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113336793244945530?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113336793244945530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113336793244945530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/12/would-you-believe-it.html' title='Would you believe it?'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113318841806748159</id><published>2005-11-28T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:33:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Monday ever</title><content type='html'>I'll keep this short and really quick because I'm really, really very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're gonna experience a change in the timetables at school and everyone thought it was going to be for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Starts at 12pm, end at 4pm. WHAT HAPPENED TO MY 12 O' CLOCK!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because the school doesn't have enough IT labs that's why," so says the Section Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have checked all the other classes timetables and I realize, no one, I repeat, NO ONE, ends school at 6pm on 4 consecutive days and has their only "1/2 day" taken away from them. We have 2 hours lessons and guess what, every single teacher I know only spends 1 hour or less and the rest of the time, we are free to go &lt;strike&gt;smoke in the toilets, vandalise the walls, clog and pee in the sinks&lt;/strike&gt;to the library to read, fine tune projects or have a nice, lovely chat in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the Section Head for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITE CLEMENTI&lt;/span&gt;, School of Business IT, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LISTEN UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Just keep lessons at 1 hour 30 mins + can? I assure you, we can take lots of smoking breaks all over the school.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Make other classes end school at 6pm instead of only my class. Swop time slots with them! Why can't we have Business Communications at 12pm?! (KD KD KD) Only my class ends school at 6pm every day. I really want to tell you, by the time the last lessons comes around, only less than half the class is there.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Don't make this thing repeat again during Year 2.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;I really want to call you up and scream my head off at you. I hope you read my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113318841806748159?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113318841806748159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113318841806748159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/worst-monday-ever.html' title='Worst Monday ever'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113310292683287981</id><published>2005-11-27T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:48:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling depressed, upset, tired and above all, strangely sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's MONDAY in 2 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start school at 8, which means I have to wake up at 7. I end school at 6, meaning I have to take the train home with the rush hour crowd and also, I have a project dued next next week (or is it next week?) and I have not done any research on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Hip Hip Hooray. A happy, happy day it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113310292683287981?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113310292683287981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113310292683287981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/bloody-mondays.html' title='Bloody Mondays'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113309940118238939</id><published>2005-11-27T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:53:36.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling so old</title><content type='html'>And I'm only 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to my &lt;a href="http://www.ignoremi.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin's&lt;/a&gt; house warming party thing. It's Wei Hao la, but the man wasn't there, he has gone for some Scouts Venture Camping trip thing. Quite a pity, because I was rather looking forward to see him now. My mom said he's very tan now. (Wa mummy, how you know one?) He lives in a condo in Sembawang. It's very posh. Very nice. I love your couch dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom is so full of bullshit. She kept going on and on about how good it was for him to pick up activities like kayaking and camping. "This kind of thing, very good!" Mummy, last time I in track and field, I ask you let me go for a school camp for just three days you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kao bei kao bu&lt;/span&gt; so much, in the end after Papa say "yes" then you let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my cousin's dad says my cousin is a qualified kayaking instructor now. Pretty cool huh? But apparently, so is Puden, YTU's resident Canoing expert. Another qualified canoing expert. No offence to the both of you, but why is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERYONE &lt;/span&gt;so into the canoing/kayaking craze the minute they enter JC? Is ODAC the most exciting CCA ever in JC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone I know so interested in sitting in a little boat and paddling it all the way out to sea and back again? Ok, very fun you say, but I don't think so. Why not go blade? Or dance? Or ice skate? It's such a common interest. Everyone does it. Almost all the JC people I know are qualified canoing instructors or are into this sort of thing. *YAWN* I rather do something that no one else can do. It's almost like, no big deal. (Ok, I sense daggers coming my way. I said spending tons of hours under the sun and in the water as no big deal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and almost everyone goes to climb Mt Kinabalu or some ass mountain in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyway, I met Wei hao's niece today. The last time I met her, she was only a tiny, tiny baby. Today, when I saw her, she was walking and sort of running a bit. Probably the next time I meet her, she can talk already. Sigh, kids grow up so fast. Now I know why the old people also look at me and say I've grown up so much every Chinese New Year. Don't blame them. I saw Wei Hao's niece barely a year ago and now she's walking. Scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car today, my mom was saying her colleague's son is getting married this month. Ok, cool. But she had to add in that I'll never get married unless I stop wearing over sized T-shirts and cargo pants. She likes to bring up this issue of me not getting married very often. I feel like pointing out to her I'm only 17. Anyway, it's very mean. If I get married, I shan't invite her to my wedding. Serves her right for talking so much every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such &lt;/span&gt;a bitch. I can't imagine it when I'm 24 years old. She's probably force me to go SDU or something. One day, I'm going to wear this kick ass gown to someone's wedding in church and make everyone's jaw drop. Damn, I'll even wear make up and 2.5 inch high heels just to make you all drop your jaws even lower. Eh!! Someone!! One of you!! Faster get married in church leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's Monday tomorrow. I guess the bright side of it will be Lydia always ends work later than me. She ends at 715 and gets home at 8 or 9. Hey, if you're reading this, have a nice day at work. At least your boss treats you all right. I can't wait for Friday to come too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113309940118238939?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113309940118238939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113309940118238939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-feeling-so-old.html' title='I&apos;m feeling so old'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113301489131817783</id><published>2005-11-26T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:50:40.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Headed Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Watched another movie with Mousey boy today. In the 3 weeks I've known him, we have watched three different movies over the course of three weeks. I'm so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;pok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;now, but luckily, it's almost the end of the month.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Andrew and Mousey went to dye their hair today!! Andrew chose a sensible shade of brown while Mousey pointed to the boss of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Yip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Hairstyling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;United   Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; and said "I want that kind of red." The hairdresser even said "真的吗？！"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/7732/img58469qy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 219px;" src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/7732/img58469qy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Xavian insisted I took a “Before” picture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ok, so while Andrew and Xavian get their hair done, I amused myself with taking pictures of other people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8388/img58473lc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8388/img58473lc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Like Ed, who has a more punky and hip hairstyle now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8044/img58495ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 224px;" src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8044/img58495ao.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The hairdresser drapes a towel over Xavian’s shoulders and proceeds to dye his hair &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/1248/img58505fh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/1248/img58505fh.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It looks like over riped cranberries mashed into a paste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/1399/img58593mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 260px;" src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/1399/img58593mp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;La La La~~~ =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Actually, he had to repeat this procedure two times because his hair wasn’t has dark as it was supposed to be. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/7044/img58642pq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 264px;" src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/7044/img58642pq.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/9833/img58769ry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/9833/img58769ry.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Random picture taken by shien…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/9247/img58782ay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 248px;" src="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/9247/img58782ay.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And he’s done!! All that is left is to cut it into something more punky. By the time this is done, it’s already 7.30pm and we’re the last ones in the saloon. All the students are already wearing their clubbing clothes and are heading for the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img365.imageshack.us/img365/7602/img58834rg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://img365.imageshack.us/img365/7602/img58834rg.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Dinner at the nearby food court. Xavian looks like a bloody traffic light!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Nothing much after dinner. We had dessert at Ben and Jerry’s (the main reason for making me so &lt;i style=""&gt;pok&lt;/i&gt;) The dumb mouse was complaining shien and I ate our ice creams so slowly. Please lor!! We take time to enjoy simple pleasures in life. Like eating ice cream. Not like you, spend $98 on your hair. ( =D)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/4369/img58874cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 249px;" src="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/4369/img58874cr.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Raspberry and Mango and Lime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/8564/img58883hd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/8564/img58883hd.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;If this is my son, I’d have slapped him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/6914673-113301489131817783?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113301489131817783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113301489131817783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/red-headed-mouse.html' title='Red Headed Mouse'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113284343391600833</id><published>2005-11-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:43:53.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas Carols</title><content type='html'>My stupid sister is singing shitty carols now and I can't get one song out of my head. It has something to do with Frosty the Snowman (THERE SHE GOES AGAIN!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Frosty the Snowman! Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah~~~~!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is on Sunday this year, which means there is not much of a holiday going on. At least 26th is Boxing Day. I can go hang out with Mouse and gang the day before, celebrating the &lt;em&gt;true meaning of Christmas. &lt;/em&gt;(Now that sounded so FOS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, PHS and Saint Andrews are having their prom night tonight. I kind of wished my school had prom night last year after we graduated when I was looking at all the girls from PHS dressed in some kick ass gown and stuff. I bet I won't have rented a gown (like the bimbos) but I don't think I'll be wearing jeans to a prom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt that Mr Aaron Teng spoke to the Prime Minister of Japan (long long time ago) at some ball thing for the whole night because the Japanese Prime Minister didn't know how to speak English and Mr Teng was the only one who could speak Japanese. Apparently, he ignored the principals and staff of prestigious schools in Singapore and talked to the ITE stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall call this fun fact of the day. Everyday we learn something new about Mr Teng, ITE Clementi or both. I bet my the end of the semester I can write some kind of biography on him and the school (Not that I cared to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God for creating Friday. It's the best thing among &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of your creation so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113284343391600833?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113284343391600833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113284343391600833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/xmas-carols.html' title='X&apos;mas Carols'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113271571876851327</id><published>2005-11-23T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:15:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moshi Moshi</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've 'skipped' school today and now I'm going to blog about what really has happened since the first 2 days of school. I mean, a more detailed entry. I realized the previous entry was rubbish. I haven't had much time to blog now because I end school at 6 every evening and by the time I get home, it's 7 or 730, depending on what time the bloody 76 bus arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach home, I turn on my computer immediately and try to login to Maple Story before I go for my shower and dinner. After that, I try and kill some monsters, talk cock with Xavian and my sister and whoever's online before heading to bed at 11 or 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so anyway, my business communications (some subject that requires English, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;) teacher is a 57 year old man who earns $6000 a month, has worked in ITE Clementi (Back then it was called something else) since 1985, tells us loads of stories about the school and speaks fluent Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes from Japan, I think. That's what my class advisor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fluent Japanese leh! The entire class heard him speaking on the phone in Japanese yesterday. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. I think there's another Japanese dude in school because the other Japanese dude is supposed to fix our server whenever it's down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still don't really know what the heck the Business communications is about, other than we having to know how to write proper business letters and complaints and stuff. But who cares? It's probably gonna be some English lesson &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;I like English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning Web Publishing this term too. Erm.. Mostly practical stuff. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;HTML. The codes are not even English. It's a bunch of gibberish nonsense, and to think I have to learn it all. I'm just not a computer geek. The best part of the lesson yesterday was probably Yimei not knowing what &lt;&gt; is (Haha!) and Siti telling her "shut up" because she was getting too noisy. (HAHAHA!) I've forgotten how annoying Yimei is after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class advisor is my teacher for this Elective (which we had no say in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another Elective which is Entrepreneurship. The teacher's absolutely gastly and she has absolutely zero sense of humor. Yimei totally enjoys sucking up to her. Oh by the way, I never wanted to do Entrepreneurship. I chose something about HR and Marketing last term but somehow the school management decided everyone should do Entrepreneurship and therefore did away with the other Electives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship, like my teacher, is absolutely horrific. We have got no end-of-the-term exams for this electives, but we are supposed to do three projects, most of which (or rather, ALL of it) requires us to write out business plans, do some kind of marketing and research for our product/services and what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legal structure &lt;/span&gt;shit. I know absolutely nothing about all these and the lecturer merely gave a grim smile and said "We'll teach you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bit &lt;/span&gt;la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday we learnt about the ghostly happenings around around our school since 1985 from my Biz Comm teacher. Erm.. And the mango tree near our school field belongs to us but the bloody private property people took it from us. I wonder hat he's going to tell my class today. Oh ya, I've got some weird infection in my left eye which hurts every time I blink. The doctor said my hair is too long (!!) and I should go cut it above the eyebrow. (!!!!!) The ironic thing is, the infection is on my left eye where my "above the eyebrow" part of the fringe is. Ya, my fringe one short one long one la. The right side is a lot longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. My entire class thinks Goblet of Fire is amazing and they all want to watch it again. Hmpf!! It's rubbish!! Never mind, they have all never read the book. Bet the true fans of the books all hate the movie. Oh, and everyone, except me, thinks Katie Leung is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; pretty. (!!!!!) What the hell?! Jason, in particular, thinks she's gorgeous. Blind W3 Bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113271571876851327?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113271571876851327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113271571876851327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/moshi-moshi.html' title='Moshi Moshi'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113259028621991951</id><published>2005-11-22T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:24:46.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had no life during my first term in ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester, I will only finsh school at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6PM EVERY DAY&lt;/span&gt; with the exception  of Friday where we end school at 12. But, since we have CCAs on Friday and they usually end around 6pm, I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;end school at 6pm anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yio Chu Kang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me more than 1 hour to get home and it sucks having to take the train home at 6 30 pm because that would mean I won't be able to get a bloody seat and I have to beat the rush hour crowds. It also means I reach home at 7 30 + + and I will miss eating dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT. I love dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to quit my CCA before it even starts (Band). No way am I gonna be stuck in school evey day until 6pm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last lesson is Business Communications every day. The lecturer is some old man. He has greasy hair and carries a waist pouch for some weird reason. He has taught in my bloody ITE since 1985 he says. Oh well, he says he loves giving ITE students a second chance so I think maybe the Ah Bengs in class will talk lesser this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think I've got some friggin' infection in my left eye. It hurts everytime I blink. My dad's sick and every sick/infected person in the family is trying to save a few bucks and is not going to see the doctor. I don't know what the hell is wrong with us. We love pain too much I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school starts at 8am tomorrow and ends at 6pm. Life is such a bitch. Even the working people don't wake up as early as me. I clock more hours in school than the primary school, the secondary schools, the JCs and the poly students. I mean. What the hell is the problem with ITE? Study so much for what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;certainly &lt;/span&gt;gonna skip a few days of school this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATTHEW KOR KOR!! CAN I PLEASE LIVE IN YOUR HOUSE FOR THE NEXT 6 MONTHS PLEASE!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6914673-113259028621991951?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113259028621991951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113259028621991951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-no-life.html' title='I have no life'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113233246252048103</id><published>2005-11-18T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:11:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw GOF</title><content type='html'>I am utterly disappointed with The Goblet of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SPOILERS AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ratings are 8/10? MY BACKSIDE. I give it a 4 or 6 over 10. It's really, really bad. It was so bad that I felt very insulted. I'm a damn fan of the book ok? It pains me to give the movie such a rating. I shudder to think what the hell are they going to do with book 5. Order of the Phoenix is probably gonna be some emo show with lots of crying and Sirius dying and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was this stupid family was sitting behind me. The father kept yawning and asking &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;loudly &lt;/span&gt;what's going to happen and his daughter was telling EVERYONE what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Ni Na Beh la!!! I told them to shut up and I made sure the fucking father heard it. He did shut up until the end. Singaporeans are such a disgrace. The daughter said Voldemort has evaded capture for thirteen years. NO!! Wrong!! By the fourth book, he has evaded capture for &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;/span&gt;!! (Told you I'm a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;fan already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao **! You don't know don't anyhow say can?! You ruin the show by telling EVERYONE Mad Eye Moody is actually Barty Crouch Jr in disguise before everything begins. Like what the fuck?! I wish I had strangled you dead on the spot, stomped &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;spat on your body for spitting such lies about &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my anger is mostly fuelled by the stuff in the movie. Dumbledore was portrayed as a fierce, shoulder grabbing, crazy old man! He got too overcome by his emotions more than once and actually &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;grabbed &lt;/span&gt;Harry by the shoulders and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shook &lt;/span&gt;him when Harry insisted he did not put his name in the Goblet. This fake Dumbledore raised his voice one too many times at innocent people around him, OH MY GOD!! This is insane!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell happened to the Quitdditch World Cup?! You build up all the damn tension leading to the World Cup and the whole damn thing ends with Krum flying in front of a big screen with his face on it. HUH?! I don't get it leh!! The action was traded for the stuff in the second task. You just see merpeople and grindylow attacking Harry and a Cedric who told Harry time was running out. In the book, he didn't even turn to look at Harry once. Wa lao. Someone kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktor Krum and Fleur had too few lines while good ole Snape poured the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;entire &lt;/span&gt;bottle of Veritaserum into Barty Jr's mouth. I thought "a few drops would suffice to make you spill out your innermost secrets to the crowd"? And Veritaserum is supposed to be a very valuable potion, making another would take an entire moon cycle. Snape just wasted it like that. Stupid movie. Want to make, make it more real la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why the hell is Myrtle flirting with Harry? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ka Na Sai!&lt;/span&gt; She is dead already leh!! I see her floating in the same bath tub as Harry I want to puke liao. The way she giggled at him reminds me of the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yuan Yuan&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tong Xin Yuan&lt;/span&gt; who wanted to play the stripping game with &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dayang&lt;/span&gt;. Both are retards and both giggle in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Maze was such a joke. Where the hell is the Sphinx?! All I see hedges, after hedges, after hedges and vines that burst out of nowhere tripping you and dragging you around. Oh and there was loads of dust flying around too. No dementors, no Harry's Patronus and no GIANT SPIDER attacking anyone. (The spider's so big and it's nowhere to be seen. AMAZINGGGG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cho Chang, as usual, looks like a fat pig. I really wonder what Harry sees in her. Look at her cheeks!! FAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on, but what a waste of time. The stupid talking father even commented loudly once saying what the heck is going on in the show, he doesn't understand. Honestly, if I hadn't read the books, I won't have known what the hell was going on too. The scenes move too fast for you to absorb what was going on in the story itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that troubled me most was an uptight and angry Dumbledore. Dumbledore is supposed to be calm and wise and one who condemns anyone manhandling students (read book 5 when Umbridge shook Marietta and Dumbledore became angry for the first time in yonks), but the way he grabbed and shook Harry was just way, way wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113233246252048103?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113233246252048103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113233246252048103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/screw-gof.html' title='Screw GOF'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113224787565164143</id><published>2005-11-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:17:55.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOF!! GOF!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AIYYYYEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I. WILL. BE. WATCHING. HARRY. POTTER. AND. THE. GOBLET. OF. FIRE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIYYYYEEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quidditch matches are back on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;nt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 am as I'm blogging this. I've totally, lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113224787565164143?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113224787565164143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113224787565164143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/gof-gof.html' title='GOF!! GOF!!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113213915481685022</id><published>2005-11-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:05:54.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a sunburnt twit</title><content type='html'>It's amazing. Just 6 hours ago, the sun was extremely hot, Fatso and I had a great time swimming, I got rather burnt and right now, 6 hours later, it's raining so heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there goes the lightning and thunder again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what matters is what happened, happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pale and pasty again!! Stupid Ben, you said I'm pale and pasty. Well', I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to eat lunch at the coffeeshop outside my secondary school. The prices for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shen Mian &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yi Mee &lt;/span&gt;have gone up steeply. It used to cost $3, then $3.50 and now $4. But never mind, once in awhile... 久久一次.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But four bucks for a plate of fried egg noodles? My backside la. So expensive! And the prawns were so shriveled up and tiny!! You can get more vegetables, more noodles and nicer prawns at the coffeeshop near my house for only $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit 心痛 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I went to help my dad at work. I've got 2 disgusting bruises and a finger which is still suffering from some internal bleeding shit. I was paid $20 for the day's work, but I think it's not enough. If I go to the Chinese doctor to get my finger fixed, I'll probably have to pay 30 bucks. The Chinese doctor is really good at sucking up your money and you don't really see any results in your injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point going to the doctor's man. (I sound like a bloody cheapskate now. Must be the fact I'm hanging out with Eddie and company way too much for one week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bruise is so ugly right now. There's one on the side of my shin. It was a wonderful mixture of red, purple, blue and black a couple of days ago, but today it's not really visible maybe because of the tan on my skin. And my finger has dark red specks around it. I'm just really surprised the nail hasn't fallen off. Once, my toe nail fell off (for I don't know what reason, think I injured my toe really badly) and it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soo &lt;/span&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disgusted by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realize there is no point in this entry. I think I'll blog about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tong Xin Yuan&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. It's pissing me off, that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113213915481685022?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113213915481685022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113213915481685022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-sunburnt-twit.html' title='I am a sunburnt twit'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113206785514692223</id><published>2005-11-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:17:35.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom</title><content type='html'>I went out with my mousey friend again today. I can't believe we are both such impulsive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On maple today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dash : sian. dont wanna train..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;psyfaq : same.. i feel like going out.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dash : watch movie?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psyfaq : ok lor. i go check time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to watch Doom. I wanted Oliver Twist, but I was afraid X couldn't take it and decided we should watch Doom instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of regret it. I jumped more than once, said "Fuck" more than once and in fact almost every time I jumped I said "Fuck" because the friggin' zombies and monsters kept startling me. And that was the first word on my mind. I felt like throwing up when the zombies become monsters and when the monsters killed people. It was so sick. But then again, I'm a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got so cold in the cinema that my pinky finger on my right hand actually felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;. I think if I went to some country in winter (fatso's going snowboarding in Canada. Lucky pig) I'll probably die of hypothermia even with several layers of coats and clothing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rock is actually the bad guy!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sobs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part was when the whole movie kicked into the "game" mode. It was when the hero, some guy named John, was injected with a 24th chromosome and gets superhuman powers. When he woke up, he become an fighting machine and went around killing zombies and monsters. That's when the whole thing goes into game mode. Very nice! Probably the only nicest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I realize all of Eddie's friends and Eddie himself are cheapskates. Well, maybe with the exception of JJ. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie's a real cheapskate, especially in Maple because he has never spent a single meso on his armour and always gets them for free from his friends (namely, us) and is always so strangely, friggin' poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy actually expressed exasperation when I bought a kick ass level 68 magician armour when I could have gotten a free but very lousy one from JJ. Cheapskate!! He thinks I'm insane to own a godly cromi (wand thing) and Anakarune (armour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavian is just as bad. He wasl using a rusty 50 cents lighter until it finally died on him today. Haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a throbbing headache right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113206785514692223?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113206785514692223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113206785514692223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/doom.html' title='Doom'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113181598400608067</id><published>2005-11-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:05:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so gonna love today</title><content type='html'>I met Xavian and JJ yesterday and I think they are so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavian looks like a mouse on steriods and JJ hardly talked at all throughout lunch. What is wrong with that guy? He talks a lot on Maple and doesn't talk in real life. When we got home, both of them asked me what I thought about them. (Guys...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavian talked a lot despite suffering from a headache from the lack of ciggerettes and also because he slept at 5 am the night before. Eddie didn't want him to smoke in front of us cos there were too many little kids there. Very bad impression, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going out to watch Harry Potter on 19th! Yippe. But I doubt we can get a seat. Just as well we're going out to watch. School's reopening next week. Damn it. One year and 6 more months to go. Yippe. I'm so not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go swimming now with Fatso. =D Don't waste the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to blog this before 12 midnight, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meet Xavian (The "X" on my hp la Mayann) and JJ later!! Yippe! They are my buddies from Maplestory. They are Eddie's friends and they are coming for church tomorrow. Yay yay yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with me lately. I chat too much in Maple story. So much that I even stopped training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these two guys borrowed a total of 17 million between themselves from me. I don't mind lending 'cos I know I will get it back. And really quickly. For others... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ramien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Cough*&lt;/span&gt; Even Hao Wei (aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calm one&lt;/span&gt; on MS) thinks he is a real asshole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113181598400608067?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113181598400608067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113181598400608067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-gonna-love-today.html' title='I&apos;m so gonna love today'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113167608541086834</id><published>2005-11-11T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:37:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and realized I bit my own tongue last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.shadowfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; says I sleep talk. I think I only do that when I'm very stressed over something. She says usually she can't hear what I'm saying but she says there were several occassions when I spoke aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn scary you know!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113167608541086834?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113167608541086834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113167608541086834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/ow.html' title='Ow.'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113154734376925187</id><published>2005-11-09T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:42:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs, Zorro and Splattered Fish</title><content type='html'>I was going to blog this with pictures, but somehow my computer can't seem to detect my camera, so I guess we'll have to do it without pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my lazy ass off the bed and headed down to church to paint more signs!! Lots of cheery yellow signs and two blue signs done by Joel. The caretaker was suffering from gastric (that's what he said) and was eating porridge. Someone gave him bread, but he didn't want it and gave it to Joel and me. This was my first time talking to him since his outburst on Deepavali. (Happy Deepavali!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a total of 9 signs and thought we had done enough for the day and decided to watch a movie. I don't know how we got to watching movies because Joel was initially contemplating on going home (daddy's not at home so can play Maple) and I was too lazy to to do more signs. So anyway, we watched The Legend of Zorro. Quite dumb, but I like the Father (priest) and Zorro's son. Zorro wears this black cloth mask with 2 slits for his eyes. Very ridiculous! I prefer spandex. (Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, I've got to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has this habit of putting fish inside the rice cooker to keep it warm until dinner time. Ok, so yesterday, she did the same thing, except this time the plate fitted in nicely into the pot and you can only take it out using your fingers. (which is what she does every time. She is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;. I told you all already) It's so bloody hot can? Even my dad doesn't do it. He says it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img418.imageshack.us/img418/6943/img58398ku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://img418.imageshack.us/img418/6943/img58398ku.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The red is the rice pot and blue is the plate of fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Right, so we were laying the table, I frowned when I saw the plate of fish in the rice pot and motioned my dad with my head to get it out. He tried to stick his stubby fingers in to get it out but he cant, and I didn't want to burn my fingers, so my dad went to use the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiap kiap &lt;/span&gt;thing. So smart!! I went to take the soup. (Tra la la la~ Off to take the soup! Corn soup tonight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something spectacular on TV, both of us were watching it when suddenly I heard this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka piang !&lt;/span&gt; noise and I said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHMYGOD&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was my dad, limply holding the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiap kiap &lt;/span&gt;thing, fish meat all over the table, fish sauce dripping down to the floor (Mummy's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precioussss&lt;/span&gt;) .... and the fish head lying 50 cm away from the table.  =.=|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw my dad moved for a cloth so fast my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire &lt;/span&gt;life. I dumped the soup in the corner and we grabbed cloths to wipe up the mess. All the while, my mummy was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screeching &lt;/span&gt;in the bathroom, "You think I cannot hear what happen izzit?! YOU. THINK. I. CANNOT. HEAR. WHAT. HAPPEN. IZZIT?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT HAPPEN?!!?!?&lt;/span&gt;" ( =.=|||)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;um chio-&lt;/span&gt;ing at each other, my dad said we were in so much of shit and when my mom came out, she looked like a cooked bulldog. Red in the face. Must be the hot water. My mom looks like a bulldog when she's angry. The only other time I can remember her looking like that was several years ago. Shien and I played rugby with mummy's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precioussss &lt;/span&gt;watermelon. I threw it to her, she was supposed to catch it but she didn't and it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splattered onto the floor. ("Oh shit, we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; dead.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was like scooping the watermelon off the floor, cramming it into her mouth, wiping the floor, looking like a cooked bulldog and at the same time can still scream at my sister and I. It was so bad until my sister was trying to hide behind my dad's butt when my mom came at us with a cane. (I was too big to hide behind my dad's butt by then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this memory differs from each sibling. My sister says she didn't remember it that way. But I doubt she will tell you because she says that memory brings her creeps. Mummy did look particularly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murderous &lt;/span&gt;that night. I daresay it's because my sister's a feisty little thing since young and deserves a lot of spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway, this time, my mom didn't cramp fish into her mouth because my dad scoped up all the bits and pieces and dumped them back into the plate. Including the non edible head. In usual circumstances, my mom would have screamed for the bits and pieces to be thrown away because it's too dirty. Hahaha.. My dad calls her a hygiene freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was still going on and on about it until my dad told her to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;diam &lt;/span&gt;la&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;"Our family not like yours can?! We don't have the 功夫 like yours where your can just take the thing from the pot ok?! That's what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiap kiap &lt;/span&gt;thing is invented for what!" (Say this all really fast in Teochew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, mummy did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diam diam &lt;/span&gt;after that. We ate the fish. My sister and I both agree it's nice when papa's scolding someone else for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; true that only my mom's side of the family can take hot stuff with their bare fingers. My Ah Ma best ok? She can take from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kua li&lt;/span&gt; (wok) lor! Pro xia.  I saw it before. My mother can only take from the rice cooker. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kua Kua Kua...&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113154734376925187?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113154734376925187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113154734376925187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/signs-zorro-and-splattered-fish.html' title='Signs, Zorro and Splattered Fish'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113128960507637047</id><published>2005-11-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:06:45.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax Choya. Relax Choya.</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Ben's house and I'm really tired. Like, drop dead tired. I wasn't even this tired the night I helped with the kid's camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ben had to finish this modal of a house of some sorts and he couldn't finish it on time and we all had to help him. We, as in Ben's two friends who are twins, Da Niu, Yimei and I. He has to hand it in tomorrow and he only started work on it last night. Amazing boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had taken some pictures but I didn't bring my camera with me. I separated the toilets (Eddie, your foundation sucks. Hahaha!! And you work on it for so long. Hahaha!) with little bits of white cardboard, stuck wooden sticks (1mm in thickness) on another piece of white cardboard and repeated the process another 140 times because there were 140 sticks left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! I make very nice ok! Eddie did this toilet thing, and I made the toilet cubicles and did two wash basins. It's a bit insane and rather fun at the same time. You stick three pieces of white cardboard (of thickness 1mm) together to make the stuff. It's really satisfying when you've completed your own parts. I really like modal making, so maybe I'll help Ben more next time. (I do very fast too ok! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wooden-sticks-on-the-white-cardboard&lt;/span&gt; looks like a kelong. Yimei, Da Niu and I doubt it's ever the way Ben wanted it to be. Classy and cool. It looks more like a kelong. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner in a coffee shop like what the boys do every single night. They say home-cooked food rocks and outside food is shit while I said home-cooked food is like shit and outside food rocks. Yeah well, I had home-cooked food for 17 years almost every single day while the boys have had outside food for almost all their life. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've got to mention this. Ben made this drink in which he mixed Yeo's Green Tea with the Japanese "Relax Choya" drink. Damn! It tastes really awful. And it's intoxicating. I nearly got drunk on it. I swear I saw the table move sideways once and I had trouble keep my eyes open on the way home. But I've just had my shower and I feel almost all right now. Water really wakes you up. No wonder people always pour water on drunks in TV shows to make them more sober. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;understand now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie said the drink is some "岚水." He drank it and went to the toilet immediately after that. I got half drunk on it and spend the last 1 hour at their house sitting in front of the TV with Eddie and watched Daredevil until Yimei's parents came to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must remember never to drink Relax Choya when I'm working on something major. I turn to into Chinese Tofu and will spend the rest of the time sitting in front of the television, bobbing my head to the F&amp;amp;N drink ad and annoy the people sitting next to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113128960507637047?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113128960507637047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113128960507637047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/relax-choya-relax-choya.html' title='Relax Choya. Relax Choya.'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113112711212677998</id><published>2005-11-05T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:02:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Caretaker and my poor drums</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;(For you May Ann, and the rest of you who treat my blog like the gutter press, cheers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, yesterday evening, the caretaker in church pissed us off. He suddenly PMSed for no reason and then slammed the big, heavy wooden door of the Multi Purpose Hall (MPH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNN****!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to mop the MPH after the Koreans had left, so anyway, he did mop the hall, but only one side of it, cos my friends and I were doing some work. Then he wanted us to leave, or said something to this tune (at this point of time I went to wash the paintbrushes so I didn't know what was going on), so May Ann asked him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice &lt;/span&gt;to make sure he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;did want us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came back from the toilet, I arrived just in time to hear a lot of shouting from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, see him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOVE &lt;/span&gt;May Ann out of the hall and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slammed &lt;/span&gt;the door. (Shove. I'm not kidding. This guy 不是男人。) Eh, to slam the door is not normal ok? The doors are like made of wood and are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very, very &lt;/span&gt;heavy. It's quite heavy to even push it, so can you imagine the amout of brute force coming from the caretaker when he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slammed &lt;/span&gt;the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute he was all nice and cheery and the next minute, this. This guy is nuts. He needs anger managment classes. And to think I was feeling so sorry for him the day before yesterday!! Well, cos the rich old ladies bully him in church and he told my dad 他做到很辛苦。 I felt kind of sorry because I know how vicious the old women are, but now after he has slammed the door, damn it, I'm not sorry anymore. (He's well known in church for throwing tantrums like the above too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ought to be fired!! The church leh!! How can you slam doors!? Damn it! In my 17 years, no one has ever slammed doors in church before. Oei!! I feel very heart pain ok. It's like..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THAT ONE IS MY DOOR LEH&lt;/span&gt;!! TRBC is my home away from home leh! (even though I hate sometimes, but that's not eh point) I grew up there and I've seen the new building being built from the scratch, I've seen the whole place come together slowly and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stupid outsider! You hired fellow!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLAM MY DOOR!!&lt;/span&gt; (可怜的门.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang Sayang&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful I don't fire you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think about it, I feel pissed. Cannot say nicely meh?! Eh, this guy totally turned from cheery, cheery to very furious in like less than 3 seconds. So amazing. No warning too!! I don't like him now. I hope the church fires him. Even though Uncle Peter sucks up to people and has bad hair days everyday, at least he doesn't slam doors in church. This guy!! 真是无理取闹 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6851/img02575ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/6851/img02575ph.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor drums. It awaits deliverance from the church.&lt;br /&gt;好可怜！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SE's gone for camp in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulu &lt;/span&gt;Pulau Ubin for three days!! Yippe!! The room is mine!! Finally no one talking in the night, I can sleep in peace, and no one will be there to switch on the BIG, BRIGHT, light in the room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think SE's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt;. She says she cannot see when we have the dim light turned on in the room. Please lor, need to on the big, bright light just so you can apply T3 Pimple Remover on your face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes back on Sunday. Guess she'll only read this then. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113112711212677998?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113112711212677998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113112711212677998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/rude-caretaker-and-my-poor-drums.html' title='Rude Caretaker and my poor drums'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113095000103874765</id><published>2005-11-02T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:55:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Camp Preps Day 3</title><content type='html'>Sorry Joel, we can't save you 20 math questions tomorrow, but at least we saved you from 20 math questions today and yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually because Mr Lam here didn't do very well for his math exam this year and so his daddy wants him to do 20 math questions everyday for the whole holiday just so he can get his eye in on things. He's helping out with the preps because if he gets home at 1030 every night, he doesn't need to do any math questions at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, photolog. My feet are aching tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img285.imageshack.us/img285/2764/img58082rl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://img285.imageshack.us/img285/2764/img58082rl.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Pepsi in the fridge!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so accustomed to Coke these days. Pepsi tastes like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to church to set up our banner and stuff so we can paint later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/5978/img58045ot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 314px;" src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/5978/img58045ot.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/9463/img58136ue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/9463/img58136ue.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo!! So pretty!!! Must take more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/2039/img58154ke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 258px;" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/2039/img58154ke.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/5670/img58107ju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/5670/img58107ju.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I think my dad knocked off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super early&lt;/span&gt; to come and paint because he usually only ends work at 530, but he reached church at 4 today. Orh hor!! He says he likes to paint very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/828/img58161iq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/828/img58161iq.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another banner that Joel and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/899/img58179by.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/899/img58179by.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hazardous! Who is that idiot who left the screwdriver there? Anyway, Joel nearly sat on the penknife just now. (Was quite funny imagining him bleeding from his butt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/6065/img58183tc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 218px;" src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/6065/img58183tc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old rattan chair is going to be made into a stand of some sort. We picked it up from the grassy area outside church and lately we've been bringing back our cups from the food court so we can pour paint into them. And we freak out whenever we see cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/6236/img58196vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/6236/img58196vi.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Ann's NYPD Prison Car. HAHAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/2271/img58226ol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/2271/img58226ol.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up! I didn't know fuel is so expensive. I don't drive a car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/3717/img58210rk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/3717/img58210rk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is suppose to be a petrol pump. Unfortunately, we've got to make it more life-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/4083/img58237hy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 268px;" src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/4083/img58237hy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! 你看！ 是不是很美？？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should like to say, before this picture was taken, we had to stick another layer of clear plastic sheet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over &lt;/span&gt;this banner using tape. It was back-breaking work. Think Joel and I work very well together now. And we had to tape the rest of the banners down too. Just tape down, no need to cover with another sheet. But still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You roll. (The banner)&lt;br /&gt;Joel: No. You roll.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;roll.&lt;br /&gt;Joel: No. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*goes on back and forth until....*&lt;br /&gt;May Ann: Okok!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;roll!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;roll ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img287.imageshack.us/img287/7859/img58263yk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 239px;" src="http://img287.imageshack.us/img287/7859/img58263yk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gao Dim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/6914673-113095000103874765?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113095000103874765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113095000103874765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/childrens-camp-preps-day-3.html' title='Children&apos;s Camp Preps Day 3'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113085628546134338</id><published>2005-11-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:56:16.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Camp Prep Day 2</title><content type='html'>Happy deepavali everyone~ This is how I spent it. Really fun!! Beats watching movies.... Or playing Maplestory, or playing Wow 3 (Hahaha!! Server's down for maintanence!! Jason got no life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that cocked up today, any shop that didn't open for business, May Ann and I would go "Happy Deepavali!!!" Complete with the " =D " face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only pictures today, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/2508/img58032kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 233px;" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/2508/img58032kc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, very serious fun ahead. That was our first banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/1754/img58061cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/1754/img58061cb.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are gonna be hung up on the sides of the stage in the music hall.&lt;br /&gt;They are done by May Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/7685/img58028db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 261px;" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/7685/img58028db.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother would be appalled at the sight of my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Curve like L shape liddat!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=||| Sigh. I'm just flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/8114/img58017rx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/8114/img58017rx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice hor!! This is gonna be on the stage too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/2958/img58079yv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 288px;" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/2958/img58079yv.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Joel's got dirty socks and I've got very dirty feet. We didn't dare to walk around the hall in our shoes because the caretaker just mopped some parts of the floor and he "很喜欢清洁". So anyway, my feet were really disgustingly black at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures tomorrow!! Maybe even some of my drums dumped in the storeroom!! Maybe some of you see already might feel so sorry for the drums (or me) that you decide to call up the church the next day... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND COMPLAIN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113085628546134338?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113085628546134338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113085628546134338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/11/childrens-camp-prep-day-2.html' title='Children&apos;s Camp Prep Day 2'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113077207578930432</id><published>2005-10-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:56:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Camp Prep Day 1</title><content type='html'>I am so tired but I don't understand why I'm still surfing the web aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made.. I dunno what. I helped outlined some banners (which we are going to paint tomorrow), a petrol pump thing which is covered in yellow construction paper and has a $1.50 pump-the-water-out-of-the-fish-tank-pumper sticking out from it.. And.. Helped made something that is going to be a car in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going to get the paints and paint the banners. Yay!! But I just remembered we have to staple newspaper together before sticking 'em on the wall so the paint won't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tio &lt;/span&gt;on the wall when we paint the banners. Sigh, I only like painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a bunch of us did the X'mas deco last year and it was painting, painting and painting. I paint very nice ok! I remembered Eddie and I painting a banner each, side by side and then when we looked at each other's at the end of the day, everyone said Ed's outline was too thick. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember we did the star thingy that we wanted to hang outside the church. From the roof. It hung around the walls for a couple of days before the arms got stuck on between the window grills and pastor said we had to take them off because the paint might run and dirty the pure white walls of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also remember we laughed a lot. Oh, and the trip with everyone to Art Friend in the evening with one of our stars in tow and it came back with 2 arms less and Styrofoam dropping all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the camp worship practice too. Quite fun, though it was a nightmare organizing stuff. I remember we stayed up until very late just to practice and the people who were supposed to lock up the rooms in church that night (the caretaker just quit) had to chase us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we always had 鸡饭 (since I had practice every other day I had 鸡饭 every other day too) for dinner and it's always bought from the stall near United Square called 大公鸡. And the whole room would stink of chicken rice and we ate while cradling our guitars or drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Song En brought his lighter thingy and we burned a hole and melted a lot of drink cans. And I remember YX is the old man and errr.. He's quite a nice guy. Oei YX, faster come back. I see my drums in the store room I'm very sad. Tomorrow I take picture and show you. Faster come back ok?? Faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Song En say we put the drums in his house first. But anyway, I wish you'd faster come back.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (And get a room for us =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113077207578930432?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113077207578930432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113077207578930432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/childrens-camp-prep-day-1.html' title='Children&apos;s Camp Prep Day 1'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113068690858752160</id><published>2005-10-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:42:21.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oei! Not my fault!</title><content type='html'>It's is not my fault if my sister plays too much and fails her A Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not my fault if any of the kids who go to church end up talking more Maple Story stuff that Bible stuff. (Really true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;my fault if all the kids love to go to pastor's house to play Maple Story. (They do that every week. Erm, play with pastor's kids. Not pastor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were a good role model and freedom fighter like Aragorn son of Arathorn, but alas, I'm not. Look at the sign over there --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img416.imageshack.us/img416/8/aragorn046ag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 190px;" src="http://img416.imageshack.us/img416/8/aragorn046ag.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you just love him?! I love his hair. The messier the better.&lt;br /&gt;Kings rock. Elven princes suck. (Read: Legolas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Talking about Aragorn, did you know there are some people called "Tolkien Experts"?? They study The Lord of The Rings for a living and they compare the characters in the books, say Aragorn, to real life people! (Like Winston Churchill. And some Scottish freedom fighter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get paid to study the book and talk crap about it! How.. AMUSING!! I want to be a Tolkien Expert too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113068690858752160?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113068690858752160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113068690858752160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/oei-not-my-fault.html' title='Oei! Not my fault!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113057505430920395</id><published>2005-10-29T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:49:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is sooo morbidly cool</title><content type='html'>Do you guys read Tomorrow.sg? I guess not, but anyway &lt;a href="http://singabloodypore.blogspot.com/2005/10/singapore-executioner-wants-out.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; just came up and somehow, it seems very.. Err.. Cool.Morbidly cool. You get my meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is the excutioner for Singapore la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;it the excutioner for Singapore would look just like that. Big, beefy, with a long goatee and all. He has excuted a total of 850 people (!!!) and they all die exactly at 6am. Oook, now that's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his job is really interesting and it's a pity he can't say anything because of the law. Actually, I won't mind paying a visit to the gallows leh! (I mean, just to see, not get hanged, dummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, the excutioner, after he has tied up the soon-to-be-hanged-man and all, stands at behind the lever, looks at the young dude at the platform, then grins, yanks the lever and watches the guy struggle for awhile before "death [always] comes instantaneously and painlessly. In that split second, at 6am, it's all over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he smile and maybe thinks to himself "Another one down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my cousin's dad came over to our house to give us ALL his old LDs!! Errr.. Laser Discs. The BIG BIG ones. They don't them anymore.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img495.imageshack.us/img495/994/17ms1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://img495.imageshack.us/img495/994/17ms1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's Jabba. There's lots more. Old James bond movies where the actor is not Pierce Brosnan. It's Roger Moore. I nearly puked out my dinner last night. Moore is so not James Bond. He's not even handsome!! And the stupid female lead is a total bimbo. Only know how to scream "James!" and do nothing. What an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, and the show is so bullshit la! If a ballon aircraft thingy (can't remember the actual term for it off-hand now) fly behind you, you'd surely know it right?! Guess what, the female lead didn't (deaf!) and thus, Zorin scooped her up into the aircraft. Wa lao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img471.imageshack.us/img471/3103/27nz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://img471.imageshack.us/img471/3103/27nz.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just compare 'em size. I tried to see if I remembered how to use the LD machine in our house, but I can't remember it. Actually, I got it 99% correct. I just forgot to turn on the plug to the machine. =.=||| Anyway, only my dad remembered how to. We watched 007's A View To Kill last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the lovely Star Wars stuff for another day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img484.imageshack.us/img484/8096/30kz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://img484.imageshack.us/img484/8096/30kz.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippe!&lt;br /&gt;(but I think it's a lot of work to watch it. I prefer... DVDs. Not VCDs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.ignoremi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wei Hao&lt;/a&gt; and family. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113057505430920395?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113057505430920395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113057505430920395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-sooo-morbidly-cool.html' title='This is sooo morbidly cool'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113050257872685918</id><published>2005-10-28T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:29:38.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mummy broke my favourite drinking glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blamed it on me. =.=||| &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why you go and put there?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the one we went to Daiso to buy for two bucks last time remember Jehan? The transparent one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with it on the spot. It was the perfect sort of yellow (I love yellow) that could make you smile to yourself when you looked at it. (Which I did, on the way back to school. My friends thought I had gone crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it had this cute little lemon there bouncing across the glass saying "VITAMINS" in Fatstack BB font. Ahhh!! So cute!! I absolutely adored it. You could pour a packet of Yeo's Winter Melon in it and add three ice cubes and the cup would hold it all perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when condensation appears on the glass, the glass looks so picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, anyway, I had to sweep up the glass shards (imagine my heart, same pattern) from the floor, all the while calling my mummy a bitch under my breath. Ok, not under my breathe, it was loud enough for her to hear it and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted &lt;/span&gt;her to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she nicked her foot on 2 tiny itty bitty shards when she was on her way to the bathroom. HAHAHA!! Karma! I couldn't possibily sweep the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire &lt;/span&gt;kitchen and I was too lazy to use the vaccum cleaner because it's stuck way intside the storeroom with tons of metal stuff heaped over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~ They nicked her feet. They didn't cut her though. So quit worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113050257872685918?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113050257872685918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113050257872685918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/shattered-glass.html' title='Shattered glass'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113042231458122334</id><published>2005-10-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:12:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor people</title><content type='html'>I look at all my friends in JC now and they all tell me they barely passed their promos and got into J2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if it were me, I'd have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA!!  Look at me! I didn't even study for O levels!! (Ok, I did, a bit here and there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O " An absolute waste of time typing this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... My sympathy goes out to Fatso, Jeremy, Poo, Song, and err... Sebas... And all you JC people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Tissue???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just talked to my ex-English teacher (she just quit the service this year or something) and now she's working for this &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.talentpreneurhub.com"&gt;company&lt;/a&gt;, and then they are creating a mag for young entrepreneurs and then she's asking me to go try out and try writing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new magazine for young entrepreneurs that will be launched next year I think and it's gonna promote entrepreneurship among Singapore youths. (That sounds so much like friggin ITE Clementi) 17 - 30 years old that sort of age. &lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, I'm just gonna hear the details tomorrow. Not work or whatever. Just hear details only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really quite.. Errr.. Nervous. I am absolutely no idea why I'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says I don't really need to know anything. Just have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself interviewing people. For God sake, I don't even have a dip in Mass Comm. I don't even know how to write short hand. (May Ann you know? Hahaha...) Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, secretly, I wish I could interview pop stars instead of businessmen. Believe me, when I think of "entrepreneurship" I'm immediately reminded of school. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;ITE Clementi. Pop Stars are so much cooler. (when thy don't act all high and mighty) I can imagine my friends' face when I say "I've interviewed Avril before!!" (Ok, only I'll be excited) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVE ME!! MY FACE IS TOTALLY LIKE CRAP NOW!! I NEED OXY COVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just now I saw this picture I took with my friend, in friendster. No big deal actually, but I was so totally mortified at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photoshopless &lt;/span&gt;pic. Very, very horrified! I immediately saved the pic, photo-shopped it and I'm going to send it back to my friend someday and force him to put that one up instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113042231458122334?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113042231458122334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113042231458122334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/poor-people.html' title='Poor people'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113022857613161393</id><published>2005-10-25T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:22:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes!</title><content type='html'>They hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get new spectacles I think. My old ones are really horrid. Full of scratches and stuff. And they look terribly geeky. I wonder how the hell I ever thought silver spectacles where cool last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I EVEN WORE THEM TO SCHOOL AND TOWN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasps!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall get nice new ones soon. Maybe I'll pay for it myself this time, that way my mother won't narrow her eyes at me and say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor seh." &lt;/span&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113022857613161393?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113022857613161393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113022857613161393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-eyes.html' title='My eyes!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113016647491273304</id><published>2005-10-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:46:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Fatso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get a Screenshot of tons of people saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!" on Maple but I decided against it. Must pay them one you know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got you a very lovely T-Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw it, I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;I had to buy it. Don't worry, it doesn't have the word "Fat", "Fatty" or "Fatso" anywhere on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giggles&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVEN'T BATHED FOR THE WHOLE OF TODAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*A crowd of people recoils and runs away screaming!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey!! Actually, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;dirty. I woke up at 1150 am this morning, brushed my teeth, (at least I bother to brush my teeth, I know of a friend who wakes up and starts gaming instantly) and started my daily gaming stint in front on the computer. I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I sat there all day and didn't move an inch except when I went to refill my glass of water three times. Then I got a call from the admin in the office telling me if YTU wants to use the Hall next Sunday we must liase with all the other people blah blah blah, because it's rightfully their turn and we must ask for their permission. Lest all hell breaks loose on Sunday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; added in the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Damn it, I digressed again. But anyway, no hard feeling, though I am still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buey song&lt;/span&gt; about the woman's face. It reminds me of my mother. It's the way they shook their heads. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;frown. Anything that remind me of her makes me hate it. (Though I don't hate my mother, but I just hate being reminded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;her. WTF, I don't make sense) I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;sensitive to all these. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;. That is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;why I hated my POA teacher. That same frown and shaking of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church should make the place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unbookable &lt;/span&gt;for the rest of our lives to prevent innocent people like me and my friends and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dao shi&lt;/span&gt; (!!!) who assume we can use the place if we book it first. Not my fault ok. You say it's my fault and I will stab you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and then today when I got the call, I spilt an entire glass of water (well, almost) into a bag of my dad's business purchase books and some records. Fuck, damn it. I had to save myself from attacking White Pangs with one hand, wipe up the spill with the other and then use my foot to pull the carpet over the spill so my mom won't notice it. (Bleedin' carpet is still damp now as I stand on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the phone call lasted for so long, by the time it ended, my neck was aching like hell. Luckily, I took out the record books in time from the bag and left the bag to dry. My mother stupidly went to put the books in the bag again and made the bottom of the books rather wet and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;scolded me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh how I know?! I cannot multi-task for nuts. So even though I saw her shuffling into the room from the corner of my eye, I didn't catch her dumping the books back into the plastic bag. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;. She went hysterical and nearly pulled the plug from my computer. (Luckily you don't have to save your game in Maple, you can just quite game like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, truth to be told, I just had a bath. Just washed my hair and stuff. I didn't dare to turn on the heater for fear my mother hears the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tick&lt;/span&gt;" sound the switch makes and then she will burst out from her room and stare at me, her eyes narrowed down to slits (because never wear her specs mah) and say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ai si. Arh buey zhang ek!" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to die ah. Haven't bathe yet!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in a very vicious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to bathe with cold water you know!! And if you want to know, my mother is a very very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;light sleeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a light sleeper that when we're kids, my sister and I dared each other to go into my parents room to steal my mother's clock or handbag. (Once we stole her clock and everyone was late for school the next day) It's nearly impossible to do so because every time we entered the room we'd be attacked by sudden fits of silent giggles. And even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;we manage to lift the clock or her handbag, my mom would open her eyes (!!!!) and whisper teochew stuff in a vicious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, thinking about it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the good ole' days. Such things are better than playing five stones or marbles. Dare each other to steal the clock or handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113016647491273304?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113016647491273304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113016647491273304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday_24.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113014906650397620</id><published>2005-10-24T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:17:46.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oei Jeremy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LOTR and Matrix Soundtracks very nice hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen until really happy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have them back please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You borrow forI think 3 months liao leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: Heng it's not the original. I burn one. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-113014906650397620?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113014906650397620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113014906650397620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/oei-jeremy.html' title='Oei Jeremy'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-113008156205335114</id><published>2005-10-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:38:25.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They ought to be spanked</title><content type='html'>Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this encounter with an uber pissifying individual today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take shit, but I cannot take shit from someone who gives me a "they ought to be spanked" face. Fuck it, I hate that face. And along the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these-kids-are-juvenlie-delinquents&lt;/span&gt;" face. Add abit of frowning here and there and then gain the support of the people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, sometimes I hate grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person gang up against a bunch of youths who don't know shit and already try their best to apologize to you, and then you run around to gain sympathy from your friends? Please la. These kind of faclilties, must share. Otherwise, you ask the board to get more money to get new stuff la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you want to use when it's our turn, we give you. We don't mind. We'll go back to the old rooms and relieve the good old days. The nice new rooms give your already. What more you want? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE OWE YOU ONE CAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I keep seeing your face and the more I think about it, the more I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buey song&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you angry, you sure roll your eyes at the person who made you angry right? Ya la, correct.. So when we do that, we are not "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making faces&lt;/span&gt;." We are expressing supressed emotions. If I clap my hands and punch my fist in the air and say "YES!", you sure even more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buey song&lt;/span&gt; right? So I roll my eyes behind your back, your kids see, not my fault. I damn angry!! If I clap my hands and act happy, you sure tell my parents and my dao shi that I'm so rude, hurt you feelings, not sensative etc. etc. (Acutall, being sensative is not one of my forte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church things leh. Must share ok. We so poor liao. Poor until the whole church kenna rent out to outsiders, own church people got no rooms to use. Soon or later, even the office will be rent out leh. My whole life in Sunday School, I never use one of the rooms along the corridor or any new rooms. I never ok. I use where you know? The old rooms. Never once in the new rooms. You use our room will die meh? Cannot talk nicely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;izzit&lt;/span&gt;? Insist must use nice place. Why? Old room too dirty huh? I use so long never die leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, in the end is admin fault, never inform you. Then you so "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gracious&lt;/span&gt;" let us you. For this shit, we thank you. I know you still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buey song&lt;/span&gt; we make faces at you, but actually, I wanted to give you the finger on the spot. Then I remember. This is church leh. Cannot so bad. If outside at Orchard, ah, then can. Here cannot. Later I do, all my dao shi sad, cry, the younger youths happy cos they see their comm people show finger that means they can wreak havoc in church liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, at the end of the day, I really regret not voicing out more, let you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gan&lt;/span&gt;, let you scold, let you say, let you do what you want, make us got no face in front of our own people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the church, like the JC, can expel or suspend student and make them take down their blogs, I'm very sure I would be on my way to town every Saturday and Sunday liao. Anyway, Singlish rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This post is not aimed at any individual or any groups but is the author expressing her heartfelt opinions on the matter. Her statments here do not necessarily&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; reflect the opinions of other individuals and groups. Any comments, do email, although the author might not reply at all. And this post won't be taken down despite the fact it is rather sensitive and can make or break relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people. Not happy, don't read my blog. Later you explode a blood vessel and die, is my fault again. And I do not care about your spiritual wellbeing. Isn't it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;responsibility to guard it well? Don't give me the "don't tempt your brothers crap," it won't wash on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6914673-113008156205335114?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113008156205335114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/113008156205335114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/they-ought-to-be-spanked.html' title='They ought to be spanked'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112998995883379669</id><published>2005-10-22T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:10:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall be a good girl</title><content type='html'>... And sleep early tonight! So I can wake up in time to catch the shuttle bus that send sme to church tomorrow so I can attend my Sunday School lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I a good girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've been skipping lessons cos it's so goddamn boring and my teacher drones on and on and on. He does not talk or add varying pitches to his speech. He DRONES. Like robot, really. No, actually, worse than that. It's comparable to a Shaolin monk saying his prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm so bad. Don't tell CCD ok? (Erm, CCD, cos his real name is too long to type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every sunday morning I wake up and think why the hell should I wake up, head to church and sleep again when I can sleep on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so no point. SO, DON'T GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, my pillows smell so nice.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, it's also very hard to wake up when you've had only 4 hours of sleep. Shien can survive on 3 hours of sleep and wake up at 7am the next morning. Me, I can't. And luckily, school starts late for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112998995883379669?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112998995883379669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112998995883379669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/shall-be-good-girl.html' title='Shall be a good girl'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112992149182245443</id><published>2005-10-22T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:49:10.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools are EVIL &amp; so are people</title><content type='html'>Here I am minding my own business (after a mind numbing 6 hours of gaming after dinner) when my friend IM-ed me online and told me she cannot go CHC tomorrow (!!!) and she's got project work due on Monday and they aren't even making a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my poor friend is doing all the work while the leader of the group as gone to bed. Too tired, she said. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored top grades (TOP GRADES OK) on a project work I did with Jehan the other time. Very lucky for the two leechers I say. And very unfair too. They procrastinate A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more months away.... Later then do la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month away.. Still got time la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Weeks left.. Eh how ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh!! Next Monday must hand up leh!! How!? HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they hand in shit and pieces of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And expect you to turn shit and crap into gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they do simple stuff like creating cutesy little powerpoint slides that require &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;brains at all. Please la, powerpoint slides. Even my sister can do a better job and her slides are so much cooler and nicer than yours that she gets to do for Weddings and stuff while you do for a pathetic presentation of.. What? 10 minutes? My sister do for whole wedding ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope something good comes out of this when I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I get an extra villa in heaven that has swimming pool and a kitchen that is stocked with roast chicken and pineapple every time I enter it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse all pject leechers to fall down a drain in an ulu place on a rainy day and sprain their backs and are unable to get up and then no one comes to rescuse them and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;red fire ants come and attack them and eat them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIE LA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the bright sides, I killed four werewolves today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img486.imageshack.us/img486/633/psyfaqvswolf0zb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://img486.imageshack.us/img486/633/psyfaqvswolf0zb.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow down to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/6964/maple00097rm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/6964/maple00097rm.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually admiring myself in this picture when my friend IM-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the werewolf looks so cool slashing me and I look so cool teleporting around.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. &lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112992149182245443?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112992149182245443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112992149182245443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/schools-are-evil-so-are-people.html' title='Schools are EVIL &amp; so are people'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112978964591325603</id><published>2005-10-20T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:32:17.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the..</title><content type='html'>I've just finished my last paper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND GUESS WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ENTIRE MAPLE SERVER IS DOWN FOR THE NEXT 2 HOURS AND MORE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woe betide to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WQ! You go and pray for it to happen one izzit?! Huh?! When I said "pray for the sever to be down," I didn't mean, literally down!! Even the forum is down ok!! I cannot get in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ARGH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suey Gao Lao Sai ah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112978964591325603?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112978964591325603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112978964591325603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/what.html' title='What the..'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112972940096935178</id><published>2005-10-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:43:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>I wish tomorrow would faster come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRY HURRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can have dinner with Fatso and Gerry and then go shop for Fatso's present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm doing a lot of sighing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is getting into my brains now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Benefits of ERP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Allow easier global integration&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Save the trouble of repairing and updating separate computer systems.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Management can manage operations instead of monitoring them (Huh?!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait&lt;/span&gt;, there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula for ERP success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Secure management support&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Get help from outside experts (like duh!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Train workers&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Take multi-disciplinary approach to implementation&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me just what good this thing will do for me next time. I would rather be street smart than book smart. But it seems like the book smart assholes get the good jobs. Ok.. Hrm.. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. ( See! Again! ) I hate the idea of wearing a black jacket and court shoes to work everyday. I rather be a zoo keeper. At least I can wear jeans and it's quite a cool job. (Minus the poo cleaning job) I bet I'm going to wear a jacket and court shoes to work in the future. I wish I can work in the pet shop downstairs. There's air conditioning, I get to play with the dogs and the shop owner's quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuai&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112972940096935178?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112972940096935178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112972940096935178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock Tick Tock'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112965362198237026</id><published>2005-10-19T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:49:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokkiean Cat ok!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just imagined my pet speaking Hokkiean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/2484/maple00025bp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 297px; height: 309px;" src="http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/2484/maple00025bp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a brighter note (erm not really), I've fried my brains memorizing my ERP textbook. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pui!!&lt;/span&gt; One more paper to go! Might as well use up all the brains cells I've had left over this term. (Which is quite a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I think I'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have made more of an effort to memorize the bio textbook. Maybe then I won't have scored such an appalling result for Science. (D7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112965362198237026?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112965362198237026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112965362198237026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/hokkiean-cat-ok.html' title='Hokkiean Cat ok!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112945372837970737</id><published>2005-10-16T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:50:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How you know you play too much</title><content type='html'>When someone asks you for your name and you nearly introduce yourself using your in game name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh really lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now (I was in church), Joel and I were discussing the finer points of Maple when this little girl from Sunset Congre asked me for my name and I nearly said "psyfaq"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img415.imageshack.us/img415/5220/holyground2zx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img415.imageshack.us/img415/5220/holyground2zx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="97" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the record, this is the real psyfaq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, Asiasoft finally lauched new mirrors for people to download their patches off from!! Must be a lot of people complain. Especially from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/5787/mirror4if.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 202px;" src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/5787/mirror4if.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll go take a nap. It's so nice and cold today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112945372837970737?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112945372837970737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112945372837970737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-you-know-you-play-too-much.html' title='How you know you play too much'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112926314030116791</id><published>2005-10-14T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:13:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unable To Patch MapleStory"</title><content type='html'>Hahaha!!! I just sent a complaint letter (ok email) to Asiasoft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid patch download so slow, gets "hanged" after awhile and is so cocked up la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone is affected by it because I see on my MSN list, entire groups of people having the online status instead of being on busy mode or in away mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell Asiasoft!! To think I support you so much and you give me this kind of cock up patch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112926314030116791?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112926314030116791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112926314030116791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/unable-to-patch-maplestory.html' title='&quot;Unable To Patch MapleStory&quot;'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112918941372696779</id><published>2005-10-13T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:46:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute invigilator</title><content type='html'>I just had a test, ok, EXAM for Office Applications (very lame ass subject) and we had this rather cute, actually more like cool, invigilator. And we also got the section head. He's Fillipino and he has an exotic accent. Not like those maids at Lucky Plaza on Saturdays but really exotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! My floppy disk cock up you know! So frigging scary. Luckily I saved one copy into the computer itself and the cute invigilator said "Yeah, great idea. In life, it's not good to depend on just on source."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He said I had a great idea leh!! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more subjects to go before I jump off the building in happiness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and today when Mr Lim did a survey and asked if anyone objected to shifting the date for the last exam (it's on 20th Oct) to 24th October. Wa lao! My class got something wrong la!! They said they didn't mind!! Crazy, must be out of their minds. I voted no and I think I was the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MapleSEA's server is down for maintence, but it's for a good thing because with the new patch coming up, we get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Launch of MapleSEA Exclusive Horoscope Sets!&lt;br /&gt;   2. New Pet available!&lt;br /&gt;   3. Launch of Meso Magnet for your Pet!&lt;br /&gt;   4. Introducing the Teleport Rock!&lt;br /&gt;   5. New Cash Shop interface!&lt;br /&gt;   6. New Quests!&lt;br /&gt;   7. New UI for game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the sound of a new pet and the Meso Magnet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means my pet can pick up my drops! Or rather, they fly to my pet. HOORAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the downtime is 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112918941372696779?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112918941372696779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112918941372696779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/cute-invigilator.html' title='Cute invigilator'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112887337822799755</id><published>2005-10-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:56:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O $ P $ !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Fucking hell Ramien!! (I use name this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER PAY ME BACK MY MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT FUCKING EVIDENCE THIS TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img276.imageshack.us/img276/4734/fuckyouramien2gx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 257px;" src="http://img276.imageshack.us/img276/4734/fuckyouramien2gx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already say he must pay me back 400k at least, but the dolt keeps saying "hard leh..." What is so hard?! I really don't get it!! When I was his level, I already had my first million!!! He will never pay me back! I know it! He has never paid me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL IN THE WORLD DO YOU SPEND ON?!?!!? &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT GET IT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O $ P $ !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you call me "rich and proud and don't want to help own friend." If you're a man, then give me back my money and stop calling me proud! I am not! To the people on my buddy list, I may seem proud because I seem to take an age to reply your whispers. Actually, I'm always fighting monster without a break and barely enough time for me to pick up my drops most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't even have time to pick up my drops, what makes you think I got time to reply you!? I not so free like you all can just hang on a rope and reply whispers and people wont kill steal me or my area. My place got NO ropes, the nearest one being 5 teleports away at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sad ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever find out anyone of KD tells Ramien of my blog, I will find you and murder you, chop you up to pieces, scatter your body parts for the birds to eat and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curse &lt;/span&gt;your.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112887337822799755?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112887337822799755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112887337822799755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/o-p.html' title='O $ P $ !!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112885588022316961</id><published>2005-10-09T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:45:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping kills my feet</title><content type='html'>My feet are killing me. I absolutely hate shopping. Or walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do? We didn't really have many places to go after hanging out in Wendi's house. We were suppose to go have our.. erm.. Fellowship in her house today and watch a DVD on Noah's Ark (it's the latest one where they said they found bits of the ark on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mt-I-forgot-It's-Name&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;Puden didn't bring the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Madagascar instead. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Joshua (that's Wendi's husband) has like this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGGGEEE&lt;/span&gt; and awesome collection of Action Figures and toys la! You name it, he's probably got it. From the action figures from his younger kiddy days to modern day stuff like.. LOTR (Wa lao! So nice!! So many!!! Even got the Witch-King of Angmar on his Nazgul hanging on the ceiling!!! @_@!!!), Alien &amp; Predator, WoW and goodness knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE HAS THIS AWESOME FIGURINE OF NEO STOPPING THE SENTINEL WHEN THEY RAN OUT OF THE NEBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH. MY. GODDDD!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO SO SO SO SO SO CHIO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my heart stopped when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pik Pok.  ---   Pik Pok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Joshua!! Why you go put on the top shelf?! Such a godly figurine, you should put it in the middle of the cabinet!!! And move everything else to the bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has the Niobe figurine and another figurine of Neo in another angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/9006/img57581ey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/9006/img57581ey.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch-King and his Nazgul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/6226/img57649qs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 261px;" src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/6226/img57649qs.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/6356/img57595tj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 356px;" src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/6356/img57595tj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, gay boy legolas. Shien took the almost everything but didn't take Aragorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/5114/img57564wx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 342px;" src="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/5114/img57564wx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a wall in a toy shop. And to think there are more of such walls in the room.&lt;br /&gt;The toy room is literally a shrine for Joshu's Action figures. There are toys everywhere. On the window grills, ceiling, floor, walls, in the huge class cabinets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/6956/img57601yc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 276px; height: 205px;" src="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/6956/img57601yc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neo, The One himself" (This is a real quote ok. Don't crap with me. I know one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to town with Eddie, Puden and Beverly. We went to Tangs to buy Beverly's dad's wallet. Beverly was torn between a hard leather one and a soft leather one. In the end, she chose the black leather wallet. But not before seeing if it can hold a hundred dollar bill nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, at least we made the sales girl laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then since she spent over $119 she got to try her luck at a lucky dip sort of thing. It's just see what you get when you draw out a ping pong ball. Guess what. Beverly won the top price. A $98++ leather sports bag. (It's the same brand as the wallet) The salesman from the tie display corner said Beverly's "very lucky! Wa.. Second one to get it in 2 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to my incessant complaining, I made everyone go to Cinileisure's BK to get a drink and made sure we sat there until it was time to leave. Not that they minded, because... It was very hot outside. Yar. Lame excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly saw her school mates outside cini and all of them screamed in the middle of the road. We all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siamed &lt;/span&gt;away. Then Puden saw one of his schoolmate from Innova and I saw Jeremy Mok, Christi, Jerold and someone from their gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.. 30 mins more before dinner. I'll go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112885588022316961?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112885588022316961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112885588022316961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/shopping-kills-my-feet.html' title='Shopping kills my feet'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112877337724171968</id><published>2005-10-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:10:42.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>The exams are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when everyone else is celebrating, I'm going to stuck in a stuffy classroom taking my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sat on the toilet bowl at home and broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth, my face was XD like that when I first read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112877337724171968?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112877337724171968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112877337724171968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112857896820184882</id><published>2005-10-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:09:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Fire Wizards are a disgrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely despise level 35 - 40 male fire wizards. They are an absolute disgrace. For goodness sake, at this level, your fire arrow sucks and you're only doing 900+ damage or 1000 damage if you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and XXX are like damn buey pai seh la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Can I leech? plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO AND DIE LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are asking from a girl who beat level 35 - 40 all by herself and moved on to do 2000+ damage now. Of course the going is tough, you get ksed at the Garden of Green like nobody's business but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ren &lt;/span&gt;for awhile la! Life gets better next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Lily patted wooly guys. 真没用！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin's even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Can i leech plzzz i got exams"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"NO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go and study for your exams. Don't play."   &lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad he returned me my 71k so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112857896820184882?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112857896820184882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112857896820184882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/male-fire-wizards-are-disgrace.html' title='Male Fire Wizards are a disgrace'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112852736014498381</id><published>2005-10-05T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:49:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate pimples</title><content type='html'>Wa lao, I'm suffering some kind of out break on my face now la! My face is so full of zits that I think no amount of photoshop can save my life. It's a wonder how my friends can still stand looking at my face. Which reminds me, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;look at Yimei in the face for more than 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she's too ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not go to school tomorrow. It's just going to school to show face for 1 hour, between 11 am - 12 pm and then heading off to ITE Simei for some screwed up career fair thing. Simei ITE is like the end of the world to me. Too far and too much time wasted traveling to and fro. Such time and energy should be channeled to useful outlets like playing maple story. I mean, like mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er Hrm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112852736014498381?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112852736014498381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112852736014498381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-pimples.html' title='I hate pimples'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112834099519652672</id><published>2005-10-03T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:03:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to stay positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall look forward to the end of exams on the 20th of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then can pia Maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At least, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;it ends on the 20th of October)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112834099519652672?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112834099519652672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112834099519652672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-to-stay-positive.html' title='Time to stay positive'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112825826581136699</id><published>2005-10-02T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:04:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You suck dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear XxX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for saying I'm so arrogant in Maple Story. Thank you very much dude, because I want you to know. YOU SUCK TOO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I don't like you, I won't help you. Sure, I'd put on a pretence and give you pathetic tips, but most of the time, I delight in seeing you suffer and get defamed. People like to be humored when they give you free items, so do your best and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;humor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;them. After all, we spend like 1 hour and wasting our sleep trying to get your fucked up bananas for you. The least you could do is to humor me and make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, you didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Instead you went something along the lines of, "Every time ask you help me take things you so buey song. I don't want liao. I go take myself. Look down on me is it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU BITCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I don't want liao." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wow, so cool. Complete with a full stop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/7290/ramienasshole8lc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 243px;" src="http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/7290/ramienasshole8lc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hur hur hur. So funny. I just wasted 1 hour of my life. Damnit. I rather throw your items down the drain than give it to you. (Unfortch for me, there are no drains in maple) But thank god I didn't and gave it to one of my best maple friend, Joel. (Who's currently training a level 25 bandit now and needs the quest item) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The next day, you tried your best to make up for it. Talk so sweetly. "Oh, I'll give you back your diamond ore and get it all by myself."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NO THANKS YOU FUCKED UP MALE CHAUVINIST PIG&lt;/span&gt;. Take it, just take it. And please shove that diamond up your ass. I hate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore, allow me to conclude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing more than a male chauvinist pig with an ego the size of all outdoors. You will die from diabetes someday from all the sweet talk when you tried to make it up to me. (I say, fuck you) And lastly, if possible, I want to have nothing to do with you anymore. You make me sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;psyfaq &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ps: I do not and would not give you free items (once bitten, twice shy) even if your second character is a n00by thing. Go use your stupid level 35 magician to EARN MONEY YOURSELF AND TRANSFER OVER. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;arrogant. I just don't want to help you. I love helping people like Pu Chuan because they don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;beg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for items but ask poiltely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He freaked out when I tried to give him 250 horns to do exchange quest even though it costs me nothing. (Well, technically it did, but never mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NOW&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IS THOUGHTFULNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think someone's gonna be real pissed. I thought long about blogging it and I decided to go ahead because I cannot take it anymore. This is my blog. Please sue the pants off me for defaming you. Yar sue. Sue. Make sure I sit in jail, face four walls, eat shit food from a yellow plastic tray and scrub the toilet everyday if it makes you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I shall blog about anything that annoys me (or makes me happy) everyday because it makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. From these lines, you would think I'm a totally anti social person who's uber petty, gets mad over little things etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. Who ask you to read my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112825826581136699?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112825826581136699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112825826581136699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-suck-dude.html' title='You suck dude'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112816789702184515</id><published>2005-10-01T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:58:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HOORAY!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SMOKING IS BANNED IN BUS INTERCHANGES!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;About time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of walking around bus interchanges with a cloud of smoke passing over my head. The government should have done this way way earlier. That way, maybe not so many people would have died from lung cancer last time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagine next year when the smokers have to stand in a yellow box to smoke. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RIDICULOUS!&lt;/span&gt; They will look like monkeys in a zoo smoking a cigarette. Imagine if you walk pass a pack (hahahaha) of smokers. I imagine 20 people cramped up in a 3m by 3 m yellow box will stare back at you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kua Simi ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ai pah mai? Meng pah kua nang jia hoon kee siboh?! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahahaha. So funny. XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the ang moh tourists come to Singapore. I think when they look at the smokers and yellow boxes they will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; at the Singapore government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Honey! Look at that! You're only allowed to smoke when you're standing in those yellow boxes! My my! How strange is that?! Thank God they don't do this is our country."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now on the news got one girl kenna fined $200 for smoking at the bus interchange. Orbi quack. Her excuse? "You think the paper is a sign meh!?" Like hello? The paper is so big you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kua boh&lt;/span&gt; izzit? Don't say you don't know today is the day where smoking kenna banned in bus interchange la. I think you never watch news. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah lian&lt;/span&gt; confirm don't watch news one. Talk so fierce until want to fight with the news reporter like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa scared ah. If you want to know. You look very stupid on national TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112816789702184515?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112816789702184515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112816789702184515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-smoking.html' title='No Smoking'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112806696010860113</id><published>2005-09-30T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:56:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate David Tao</title><content type='html'>And Jolin Chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andy Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how anyone can listen to David Tao or some screwed up Chinese Pop Star singing everytime they receieve an sms as compared to a simple "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beep Beep&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beep&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice is ok. But imagine if you get 1 sms every minute, that's David Tao singing the same tune 60 times for the past one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU TELL ME HOW ENJOYABLE IS THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it everyday on the MRT and in school. Because some stupid moron (actually, morons) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refuse &lt;/span&gt;to put their handphones to silent mode when lessons are in progression. Very hard is it!? You want me to do it for you anot? Huh? Huh? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HUH&lt;/span&gt;?! I'll take your bloody phones and smash it to the ground. Or how about imagine... On the MRT, everyone's either dead asleep or reading the papers when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" 我要变成童话里你爱的那天使！张开双手变成 chi  pang shou hu ni!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Harlow? Simi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assholes. The chao Ah Bengs in my class are stupid, inconsiderate and screwed up in their heads. They have no manners, reek of cigerettes everytime they go toilet to 吃糖果。 Just because got polyphonic handphones and ringtones then must hao lian izzit? Bloody turds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/3924/img56907al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/3924/img56907al.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shien said it looks like a swamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/4845/lotrsiao9ud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/4845/lotrsiao9ud.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly reminded of LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, it's called 地王菜!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard it before!! Anyway, it tastes terrible. Like.. Slimey goo. My dad says it smells and tastes like plastic. My mother says "No, nothing wrong what." My mother is blinded by her own cooking. Even when we tell her, her fish got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chao chor bi&lt;/span&gt; she will still say "No, nothing wrong what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/1508/img57086zf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 413px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/1508/img57086zf.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, I got this today from my class advisor. Actually, he bought this to give to the top two people for the recent CA Exam. But then he said it's not fun so he said everyone with 48 marks and above should ballot for it. I wasn't there for the balloting thing today so he called me and asked to choose between 6 catagories (Mr Incredible, Mrs Incredible, Dash, Violet, Frozone and Jack Jack. Yes, I know.. I know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I chose Violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Violet. X-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shien used to look like Violet, until she cut off her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112806696010860113?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112806696010860113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112806696010860113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-david-tao.html' title='I hate David Tao'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112798544860442493</id><published>2005-09-29T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:17:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait ah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come home, then I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112798544860442493?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112798544860442493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112798544860442493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/wait-ah.html' title='Wait ah..'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112770111510304891</id><published>2005-09-26T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:17:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>My God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me everything (well almost) I ask for. Even though it's bad for me sometimes. (What the)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple still hasn't finished the ERP project. I'm feeling screwed now. Looks like Rene, Shar and I will have to do the finishing touches ourselves. Hip Hip Hooray and I want to go off to bed now. Mdm Oehlers is right. People who can't handle stress always want to go off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jehan? I'm really sorry your grandmom just passed away. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/4551/mysticlite3xn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/4551/mysticlite3xn.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cute that I'm currently obsessed with myself. It's time to get long pretty hair for psyfaq!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found my highest drop!!! A Level 50 bowman item!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/8756/maple00029cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/8756/maple00029cs.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/6914673-112770111510304891?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112770111510304891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112770111510304891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112766158471105404</id><published>2005-09-25T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:19:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again!?</title><content type='html'>Beverly!? Why got meeting again!? Why so fast no program!? WHY WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a dumb youth meeting on THURSDAY. THURSDAY. Of all days. It's a God forsaken day. I have PE on that day, and we end school at 4pm. By the time I get to church (it takes about 1h 30mins to get from Clementi to Novena) it would be 5 30. I don't remember if there's a place to shower in church because if there is, I would definitely need a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly, after PE, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then if I shower for 30 minutes, I would have... 1h 30 mins left to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA LAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I forgot dinner. Ok, maybe dinner will take an hour, so I got 30 minutes left to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out, I forgot TRBC-ians most famous habit of being late, so I suppose we'll start at 8pm instead of 7 30. Typical. I can't go home and come out again because the timing will be damn awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. See how la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of brain juice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, Jacob, the following screenshot is for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to escape Justin by secretly going to Ossy. He follows me around like a dratted shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/8808/justinagain9ys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 296px; height: 221px;" src="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/8808/justinagain9ys.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Save me. 救命。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit good ole' Balrog (not barlog la!) for the 5th time, this time making the trip all the way down BY MYSELF (damn exciting I tell you) but he didn't turn up again. ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/9187/notagain6xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/9187/notagain6xl.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, and little Jia Hui, Shu Hui's little sister, got baptized today. She currently holds the record for the youngest member in church. She's only 8 years old. So cool la. And we all thought Song En will be the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112766158471105404?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112766158471105404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112766158471105404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/again.html' title='Again!?'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112748531661433677</id><published>2005-09-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:36:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KA BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boing boing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Splish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WEEKENDS ARE HEREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone's feeling fat. How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe how little my sister eats. She eats only 1/2 a serving of rice for dinner every night. If this keeps up, I'm sure she will turn aneroxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know how much carbohydrates that is anot!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I've already given up taking rice for her every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go take yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Just eat la! Then go run a bit and burn all the fats. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate fat people. I think they are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112748531661433677?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112748531661433677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112748531661433677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/toot.html' title='Toot'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112739874017185276</id><published>2005-09-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:23:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bite my nails</title><content type='html'>I've found the perfect way to annoy my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BY CHEWING MY NAILS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hates &lt;/span&gt;the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biak! biak! biak!&lt;/span&gt;" sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a dumb role play on customer service yesterday for BFD (60% weightage! Gawd, why couldn't they just give us a test instead?!) My BFD teacher scoffed at me when I said who cares if they (the lazy assholes of my class) fail a test paper, survival of the fittest mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad the government says every student with at least 10 years of education will be allowed to study in ITE. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pui&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes I wonder what Edmund and his cronies are going to do when they go out into the 社会 and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They absolutely don't come to school at all and go home anytime they like. Edmund once (actually several times but to different lecturers) lost his temper at Mdm Seet (the BFD teacher) and called her a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaninahbehpuacheebye!!!&lt;/span&gt;" Then he walked out of the classroom and kicked down a dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WA LAO!! &lt;/span&gt;Poor dustbin!!! So 无辜！(Erm, correct word right???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the whole thing was damn serious, but the way Mdm Seet reacted, it was too funny to not laugh. She said "Eh! Edmund cannot like that ar!!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Machiam &lt;/span&gt;like to a 2 year old boy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see? All this just because Mdm Seet nagged at him to throw away the colourful Post-It stickers that he tore and scattered on the floor like confetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have no idea what to work as too. (Hahaha..) But I think sitting at a desk and churning out articles for magazines is a really good idea. Hrm.. On the hindside, my butt will become fatter from all that sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/9505/maple00021qr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/9505/maple00021qr.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="413" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above loser tried to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ks &lt;/span&gt;me, got mad at me when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ks-ed&lt;/span&gt; him, then he fell to his death, I laughed at him and he defamed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小弟！！！&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lim peh&lt;/span&gt; so rich, I can go outside and buy another 10 fames ah!! HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;You think I scared meh!! KNN!! I come and find you tomorrow then you know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112739874017185276?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112739874017185276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112739874017185276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-bite-my-nails.html' title='I bite my nails'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112731759698465735</id><published>2005-09-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:46:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Damnit</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 17% more to the next level when my dad came into the room and demanded I stopped playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny. Cannot play, but can blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy this keyboard that has background light in it. That way, you can turn off all the lights and I can still see the keys on my keyboard because of the light. I read about it in Teenage. I better go find the price again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple Story is an evil game. I haven't really been praying or reading my Bible for ages. The minute I hit my pillow, I fall straight to sleep. Occasionally I stay up long enough to mumble a 30 second long prayer usually about the lamest things like good weather and early dismissal so I can go home and play Maple. (Hahaha...) Oh, and I pray for YX's well-being in Korea too! See, I'm so nice, I still keep you in my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had several weird Maple dreams. Once I dreamt I was in the Dungeon fighting Zombie Mushrooms. Then, dunno how come suddenly all of them bounce towards me and squeeze me with their fat, white bodies. I remember drinking a lot of red potion and wondering why my potion stock hasn't run out yet, or why I haven't die. Aiyo, so 痛苦.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die la, I think if Ben (he's my sunday school teacher)  reads this he sure pray damn hard for my computer to break down, tio virus, or the internet connection kenna terminated by my father or something like that. Ha! But I've thought abut it. If my computer breaks downn, I'll call Yong Hong to come and fix it on the day itself. I hope he gives me a good price for after all we are classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Oh yeah he asks me to say this to the whole world who reads my blog. If you guys are looking for servers to host your images, website, blah, blah, blah and stuff, please ask me to refer you to him. He's got this server and you pay $15 for I think 80 mb of space for the first month which is inclusive of one time set up fee and $10 for the subsequent months. Ya, should be 80 mb la, I'll go check with him later or tomorrow. Do tell your friends to tell their friends to tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;friends too!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;80mb, if you want, tag me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my dad termintates the internet connection, then it's time to head down to the good ole' LAN Gaming shop at Ginza Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. really sleepy. It has been a wonderful day. I love it when my Class Advisor says "Lets call it a day" at the end of his lessons. In fact, Kelvin and I love it so much we always say "Mr Lim! Let's call it a day!!", "Yeah! Call it a day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh... Ok la, call it a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAYYYYYYYYYY!!! 我们回家玩 Maple!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112731759698465735?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112731759698465735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112731759698465735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-damnit.html' title='Oh Damnit'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112723034132938690</id><published>2005-09-20T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:32:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing much today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img319.imageshack.us/img319/7545/maple00000ou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 234px;" src="http://img319.imageshack.us/img319/7545/maple00000ou.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hrm.. A couple of days ago, I met this really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuai &lt;/span&gt;x 100000 Warrior at the Mushmom Hideout. Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;is a Warrior. He asked me to marry him. If I were 10 years old, I'd have agreed to his request immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img319.imageshack.us/img319/816/socool6ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 258px;" src="http://img319.imageshack.us/img319/816/socool6ph.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm finally Level 46! *waves arms madly around* 2 more levels before I can use my Cromi! (It's a weapon.)It has an attack power of 67 (considered damn high). I've got 2 wand scrolls and I'm going to try and pump the attack power higher to hopefully 69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUHAHAHAHAHA!! Mega Weapon!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will make up for these hard times. I'm currently using a Fairy Wand and it really sucks. My highest is only 2015. Damnit. Anyway, my Cromi costs 1.5 million. Hao Wei is a rich boy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112723034132938690?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112723034132938690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112723034132938690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/damnit.html' title='Damnit'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112713272644847361</id><published>2005-09-19T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:25:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My parents went out for a wedding dinner!!! YAYYYYY!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THE COMPUTERS ARE OURS!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But before that, must buy dinner first. Since Ms Tan (the younger one) wanted to eat Macdonalds and I was too lazy to walk the 100m walk from our house to the nearest Macs to buy, I decided the next best thing is to call their 24 hour hotline! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6377 7777!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/7754/img562213xy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/7754/img562213xy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN! They put me on hold for 15 minutes!! You call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;service?! Oei, even Pizza hut is faster leh!&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the food came 45 minutes later. We had 2 Cheeseburger Happy Meals because ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1 Happy Meal is $4, so 2 Happy meal equal $8, and then plus $2 delivery charge equal $10! Mummy only give us $10 leh. And they give free toy too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-shien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, anyway, the reason I called the hotline was partly due to the reason I felt it would be foolish to walk into Macdonalds and order 2 Happy Meals that come in the ridiculously childish boxes. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why they nair put the food in the box for us one!?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9388/img56308km.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 297px; height: 221px;" src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9388/img56308km.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Maple and eat Macdonalds! How fun! My dad's worktable looks like a bomb's just hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/3112/img56323ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/3112/img56323ww.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot his name, but anyway, this was the toy. My sister had a great time. =.=|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/9097/img56367so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 457px;" src="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/9097/img56367so.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my uber long tongue made from pink play-doh!!!!!&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;a href="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/4372/img56502dm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 407px;" src="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/4372/img56502dm.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what's that pink thing on top of my monitor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/9445/img56471tw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 214px;" src="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/9445/img56471tw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S A CHEERY PINK SLIME FROM MAPLE STORY!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MS only got green slime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/8953/img56494uz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 252px;" src="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/8953/img56494uz.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm pissed, so I told the slime to get lost before I burst it's bubble. The slime, left feeling really mad brought more of it's friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/2172/img56464tz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 253px;" src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/2172/img56464tz.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/7325/img56450rx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 252px;" src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/7325/img56450rx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/46/img56401ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 283px;" src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/46/img56401ff.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ... Orange Cap Mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then suddenly, a beetle flew into the room! Shien screamed and toppled her chair over (so kua zhang), grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and huddled under &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/7073/img562810zb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 226px;" src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/7073/img562810zb.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to tape the beetle to the stapler box before shien would go back to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, the stupid figurines stopped coming. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dumb Play-doh figures done by shien&lt;br /&gt;Images hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.imageshack.us"&gt;imageshack.us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112713272644847361?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112713272644847361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112713272644847361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112705509453572881</id><published>2005-09-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:52:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all parents...</title><content type='html'>This is the sort of stuff that goes on when you kid logs on to play Maple Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, it's really damn funny. This is the funniest screenshot I've ever taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh real one ok! I didn't make it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/5103/maple00027sb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 243px;" src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/5103/maple00027sb.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oei! Click on the pic leh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Anyway, $1 is really inadequate for a fame. Alas, innocent kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112705509453572881?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112705509453572881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112705509453572881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-all-parents.html' title='To all parents...'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112696701485629158</id><published>2005-09-17T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:23:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>I've bought the Cross CD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy! But I took almost took forever to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/1066/img56120sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/1066/img56120sh.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and here's the long overdued flower thing we gave to Celesta when she was hospitalized for dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/1715/img55912fz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 233px;" src="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/1715/img55912fz.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/962/img55942bp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 354px;" src="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/962/img55942bp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, card done by shien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112696701485629158?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112696701485629158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112696701485629158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112693474704689539</id><published>2005-09-17T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:27:33.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Pepes</title><content type='html'>I just died 2 times in a row today. Bloody Pepes. I'm not playing anymore. I hate my dad's keyboard. It causes me to die. Stupud keys are so stiff and so hard to press. The stupid sister is using the IT keyboard. Bloody Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Justin my Fish Spear (Worth 80K) today. All because of kind-soul Eddie. I felt if he can give me a Pan Lid worth 600K, I figured I can give Justin my Fish Spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I'm not playing Maple Story anymore. I keep dying. I wish people would stop talking to me on Maple. I have almost no time for you. Talk already someone will take my training spot and I have to waste 15 minutes to find another one when those assholes won't give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112693474704689539?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112693474704689539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112693474704689539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloody-pepes.html' title='Bloody Pepes'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112679544198118340</id><published>2005-09-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T23:22:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more leeching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's it Justin. Today's the last straw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EHOUGH LEECHING FROM ME ALREADY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wa lao, today I really didn't want to let you leech me, but I felt bad because you just came to TRBC and we got to know you and all, so I felt kind of bad turning you away. Actaully,I wanted to refer you to Eddie, but that guy's studying for his Os, and the other pro, Joel, doesn't know you. Sam and you are about the same level and together you can both go kill air and get zero exp from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I really wasted my time playing for you. Earn 0.01% for each Jr Pepi I kill while you leave your virtual self in Maple. The you in real life heads off for tuition and then later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My eye really pain you know!! Don't ever try going "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Can i leech you plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;" again on Maple. (He actually did this 3 times to me and I ignored him until the 4th time) It will not work again. If you're below LEVEL 35, DO NOT GO TO OSSYRIA. YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME AND MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This also goes out to all those who play Maple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T BOTHER COMING TO OSSYRIA IF YOU'RE BELOW LEVEL 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. The pros all hang out there. We see you, we'll ks you and we'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;give you face. And all the pros don't give a damn about n00bs and they actually curse and swear in CAPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My name is Tan Shi Xuan. My name is not Mr Eddie Yeo. I'm not a very kind soul. (He gave me a pan lid!!!!! Eh, thanks arh, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;wanted to pay for it) In fact, I get&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; du lan-ed&lt;/span&gt; very easily. I don't go out to train n00bs very often. I don't. In fact, this is one of the reasons why I left Victoria Island. To leave all the n00bs behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't mind getting some quest stuff you need like 100 Jr Neki Skins, but I don't remember a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single &lt;/span&gt;quest that required 200 skins. (F5 on MS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never again Justin. Go fight Jr Grupin. But you'll be ks-ed for sure at the Garden of Green. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, actually, I hope Justin doesn't read this. Life sucks when you're a Christian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Does anyone have the song "I Want To Know You" by Sonicflood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://gerry.e-canaan.com/"&gt;Gerry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, I know you have it on your blog, so that's actually the reason I go to your blog everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112679544198118340?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112679544198118340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112679544198118340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-more-leeching.html' title='No more leeching'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112671036281712708</id><published>2005-09-14T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:07:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tra la la</title><content type='html'>I realize half the people in my social life are suffering from relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, and I'm so chirpy, bouncing away on the green grass with a rainbow and birds in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;influencing power. Half my class is playing Maple Story now or are actually attempting to play Maple Story again. Kelvin is our next victim. Oh yeah. Groovy groovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112671036281712708?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112671036281712708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112671036281712708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/tra-la-la.html' title='Tra la la'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112665965192896750</id><published>2005-09-14T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:00:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bits of Fluff</title><content type='html'>I'm learning this new program called MS Access. I think it's turning my brain into mush. Yesterday we were supposed to type this random guy's name as a record (Brian Tracy) and then do some funny stuff so the records will display his name and 2 other people's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, I got everyone's name in the record all right, but I didn't get his. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I typed his name as "Brain Tracy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T Gawd. My hair was wreaked at the end of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Yimei wore a small pink shirt, a blue skirt and 2 pony tails in her hair. She's nuts, she thinks she's above the school rules or something. Just because you 're going off at 10am (yippe!!) doesn't mean you can &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;wear the school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm getting sick just looking at her (and she's sitting in front of me) She has like fat blubber layers poking out from her sides and it's not just &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;it's &lt;em&gt;several &lt;/em&gt;layers. Ugh... Who wears 2 pony tails on their heads these days?! Only Yimei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my sister and I went to visit poor Celesta in the hospital yesterday. Poor girl caught the dengue fever and was warded.. The day before.. I think. Anyway, my sister and I got her a sunflower (nicely wrapped in orange tissue paper) and shien did this card with a mosquito in front of a big gold swatter. I'll upload the picture later. It's so damn funny that the minute I passed Celesta the flowers, I nearly couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm bored, I'll go read Maple now. Joel wants me to fight Crocos so I'll get a cute little level 60 fan weapon. That's nice, but I'll be wasting mana potions (also knows as 'pots' in maple - so ke ai!) and time. 4 hit K.O I think I'll go fight Wraiths. These wraiths are nothing like those in LOTR. They wear white tablecloths (really!!) and float around the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is using MSN Web Messanger to chat with each other in class. Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112665965192896750?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112665965192896750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112665965192896750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-bits-of-fluff.html' title='Random Bits of Fluff'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112649161062105254</id><published>2005-09-12T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:20:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frying eggs is hard work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone blocked the Mapletip website in the school computer. I'm going to die. no more maple stuff to read during OFA lessons. Damn that person. I hope he goes to the eighteenth level of hell and stay there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, as you know, we had to fry a total of 90 eggs yesterday. Shu Hui and I did all of the frying. She got to use a modern pan while I had to use a .. Wok. Wok! Gosh, I had a hard time trying to flip the omelette. I can flip it without using the ladle thing when I use the saucepan. (Hey, I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good, don't play play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think the cucumber cutting people were the coolest people yesterday, because all they did was.. Well, sit there and cut cucumber. Bloody Puden gave a lot of eye power help yesterday (thanks ah) and he cuts awful luncheon meat. So FAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh my gawd, Yimei just asked Rene how big is the Maple Story game file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Huh!! She wants to learn to play Maple too!! OH MY GAWD!!! &lt;strong&gt;SHE IS CREATING HER ACCOUNT NOW!! OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Never mind, she will never catch up with him. I am already level 42 and I'm a filthy rich millionaire. So far, I've found 2 Viper 2000 bows, 1 fish spear (always wanted one!), Scroll for Gloves 60%, loads of fish and loads of mesos. And I sold the bows. Wow Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually, I realize I can be quite cute on maple if I don't call people "CB, KNN, KNS..etc" when they &lt;em&gt;ks&lt;/em&gt; me on Maple. Eh got people say I cute ok! I tell you, wearing that orange hat thing works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I shall find out Yimei's user and &lt;em&gt;ks&lt;/em&gt; her. HAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shit, cannot. Jehan refuse to help me. Prig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never mind, I ask Rene. *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*bangs head on wall* I'm evil. I'm evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112649161062105254?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112649161062105254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112649161062105254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/frying-eggs-is-hard-work.html' title='Frying eggs is hard work'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112645316740350719</id><published>2005-09-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:39:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG IT'S MONDAY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S MONDAY AGAIN!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where the hell did the weekend go!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112645316740350719?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112645316740350719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112645316740350719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg-its-monday-day.html' title='OMG IT&apos;S MONDAY DAY'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112637118955844568</id><published>2005-09-11T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:53:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIEN IS AT BAND CHALET AND I GET THE COMPUTER ALL TO MYSELF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lovely Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, and for the first time today, I saw the entire sector at the back of CHC's Main Auditorium is unfilled by the start of the first praise song. Amazing man. What's happening to service two these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great afternoon too. Haven't been to CHC for 2 consecutive (Blardy Maple) and today we had a great service and all. Erm.. The topic was on Worship (Yeah!! I love anything to do with worship) and yeah, I learnt lots of great stuff. I just wish all the music in CHC will fly straight to TRBC. We could do with some nice songs in the morning. I rather hate the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sing-a-long"&lt;/span&gt; thingy in the morning. And what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bei jin jui&lt;/span&gt;. I have been doing it since I was a 2 year old kid and I haven't found out the reason for it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Praise and Worship is not a sing-a-long, some.. Sings-paration.. It is a SACRIFICE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I can hang around at the back and talk to Lydia every Sunday morning. (I think she finds me a bore because lately, all I do is talk Maple and I don't get to hang around with her so much because I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenna &lt;/span&gt;caught and have to sit in the front.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's days like these when I feel like transferring membership. Maybe I should. But I'll dread it if my cellgroup hang out is all the way in say.. Tampanies. Or Pasir Ris. (These are the two place my friends go to for every cell group, say if I ever join CHC, I get to choose between these two. I prefer Edric's cell to Apple's only because.. Well, Edric's really witty and so is his whole cell group. But Pasir Ris leh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, why did I ever become a member of TRBC last year? Please tell me something about it. Would be nice if I get a vision. Woo. Exciting. Imagine prophesizing something in TRBC and it comes to pass. Think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zhang Mu Shi &lt;/span&gt;will die of a shock. Or maybe not. He's the senior pastor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekali &lt;/span&gt;he speaks in tongues at home or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;CHC with a vengeance. I can't even put it in words. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;CHC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I'll think about this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to cook lunch tomorrow in church for the church! Whee!! My group is in charge of frying omeletts. We've got to fry about 90 eggs. I hope Shu Hui is up to the job. After all, she cooks more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally squeezed out all my brain juice for the programs for YTU (Youth Training Union - Wa lao, what a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua ku&lt;/span&gt; name) this year. Beverly too. And I think this year's programs are awfully .. Erm .. Creative. Yeah! Actually, we were trying to do away with the blardy, boring Chinese sermons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which young teenager needs Chinese sermon these days? I can only think of the China students who come here and study and would obviously prefer a Chinese sermon. I sort of think everyone would like to go Mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread the day where I have to move into the Main Hall. Oh my gosh, the ambiance there resembles something of a graveyard. They sing hymns. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HYMNS&lt;/span&gt;! Oh the blooming heck, hymns are slow, boring, and lack appeal. I especially loathe Amazing Grace. Sing that in funerals please. The only time I heard a hymn and actually liked it was during Sonicfest and Sonicflood actually sang this hymn and it totally rocked my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Whee. Now we better have it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Some of you might argue you can still have an excellent worship without all the modern instruments. But please, I beg to differ. Worship isn't worship without decent music. Singing "Look To You" with a classical guitar is fine. But singing with a classical piano and hymns is not. Forget it, we grew up in different traditions, and generations. Thank you Pastor Kong, for saving me. If I ever get a chance to meet you and talk to you face to face, I would like to thank you or your powerful and wonderful sermons every week. My greatest wish with my band is not to play in the USA or around the world -that is added bonus la- but my wish is to play on CHC's stage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I think the New Paper had a good field day today. I wanted to buy a copy in the evening today and all the shops at Boon Lay MRT station were sold out! I wanted to read about the Orchard murder thing. (having read over several people's shoulders on the way to CHC) I suspect it's because Pastor Kong got featured in the newspaper for being one of Singapore's Most Well Dressed Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be lying if I say I'm not proud. Well, something like that la. (Oh dear dear, I seem to have placed my priorities wrongly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Have you ever noticed, Boon Lay MRT station smells weird? It smells like milo gone bad. Or puke-milo. Or milo left out in the sun too long. Really! Next time you go Boon Lay MRT station, take a close sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112637118955844568?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112637118955844568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112637118955844568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/lovely-evening.html' title='Lovely Evening'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112610564124562344</id><published>2005-09-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:07:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates, but anyway, I've got more pictures now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8450/picture242hf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8450/picture242hf.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this really awesome Merry-Go-Round thing at IMM (We had lunch there on Monday) and I just had to sit on it. Ya la, deprived of childhood la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/1742/picture275mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="height: 282px; width: 375px;" src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/1742/picture275mp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why play alone when you have your friends with you? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/6650/picture381lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/6650/picture381lo.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/6785/picture391zf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/6785/picture391zf.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Daaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/2171/picture370wb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/2171/picture370wb.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Maple Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/7595/17wx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/7595/17wx1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orange Mush and Octopus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/3486/picture331hc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/3486/picture331hc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yimei wore slippers today and got caught by the DC and was given Campus Duty!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!! ORBI ORBI! Don't know how to explain yourself properly. Jehan said she wore slippers because she's gotten corn on her foot.&lt;br /&gt;Eee... Must be never wash her feet at home.&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, so after school, I went home and found Samuel already in Ossyria! So I took him around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/2797/saycheese0wg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 380px;" src="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/2797/saycheese0wg.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Orbis tower. It's 20 stories high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back Victoria Island, having trained to level 40 and bought my new clothes... And Joel played a tour guide and brought me to see the Cargos and Drakes. I got my first piece of dragon skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/3523/cargocave1rp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 362px;" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/3523/cargocave1rp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/463/cargo9ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 273px;" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/463/cargo9ba.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are damn damn hard to kill. We died trying to kill our last one only because Joel couldn't heal fast enough. What the. He ran out of mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but before that, we went to kick some Iron Hogs and Stone Golem butt. And got our butts kicked by the Mushmom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/5991/mushmom5gc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/5991/mushmom5gc.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO BIG!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joel has a pet rabbit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/9475/ironhog7rl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 246px;" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/9475/ironhog7rl.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is Sweet. Now I can kill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/8323/stonegolem4pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/8323/stonegolem4pd.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather easy when they don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;attack uou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/856/neph0dy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/856/neph0dy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Ossy and got to meet these Nepherans or whatever they are called. They are so cute! They spit out poison at you! It sounds like the Ah Pek spitting out saliva every morning downstairs. I got to fight Lunar Pixies too. They are awfully cute as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. and everything in the world relates to Maple Story. Check out my friend who's into Maple Story and Archery. She kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/1892/jingui17yn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 237px;" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/1892/jingui17yn.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plays a Warrior in Maple though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/3889/jingui29mx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 251px;" src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/3889/jingui29mx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mai Siao Siao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knew I should have joined Archery, then it would have been me here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Very tired. Must head to bed now. Oh yah, the night before last, our air con broke down. But it got fixed yesterday. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112610564124562344?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112610564124562344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112610564124562344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112573663384894124</id><published>2005-09-03T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T16:40:00.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The day before yesterday, I came home and was shocked to find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4175/img54190ow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4175/img54190ow.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hypocrite playing MAPLE STORY!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4705/img54204bv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 231px;" src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4705/img54204bv.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a thief now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/8923/img54293ve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/8923/img54293ve.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's more bloody obsessed than me. Last night, she was still even calculating how much mesos she needs to buy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/1375/img54266vx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 261px;" src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/1375/img54266vx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa.. See. Working so hard to calculate the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jin Gui is right. Never introduce the game to your siblings. Now I get less chances of using the computer. This morning, stupid shien made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waste &lt;/span&gt;my morning and hogged the computer for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img357.imageshack.us/img357/4392/maple00028wj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://img357.imageshack.us/img357/4392/maple00028wj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all thieves with a vengence. See that girl on the right? She kept &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ksing&lt;/span&gt; me the whole of yesterday and today. Nabeh.. I hope your whole family dies today or something. Everyone on Channel 17 hates her guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Justin died on the boat to Ossy. (Crimson Barlog attack. Who ask him don't go and hide) I don't know what's wrong with the dude but he's obsessed with catching up with me. He's a fire mage now! (I'm a fire wizard) What the hell!? Every time he comes online, he would ask me for my level. To tell the truth, it's seriously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;, annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: You wad lvl ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : 37...........................&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in real life "Knn.. Not again.. =.=|||"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On my bad days, I'm even more vulgar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it's not one day. IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I think he's level 35 now. If you're level 35 and below and you come to Ossyria, you really asking for death. If the monsters don't kill you, the cold seriously will. Hang on, I doubt you'll even last more than 2 hours. Unless you carry 10,000 orange and blue potions with you la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. My parents have no problems with me reading blogs but have problems with me playing Maple Story. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ka Na Sai....&lt;/span&gt; What the hell?! They ask me to go watch the telly but fuck it, the telly is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;my thing. Who's fault? My marther. Last time young time watch a bit of TV and I get scolded. Finally I got so turned off (no pun intended) that I seldom switch on the televison set again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112573663384894124?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112573663384894124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112573663384894124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/hypocrite.html' title='The Hypocrite'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112556826530044296</id><published>2005-09-01T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:00:48.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do YOU need a job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go to Deyi Secondary School and apply to be a relief teacher for English! All you need to do is teach spoilt little princes, princesses, Ah Bengs, more Ah Bengs and Ah Lians English! You'll be quite well paid and you get to do back what &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;teachers did unto you when you were in your younger days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exciting doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my secondary school is facing a shortage of English teachers. Fancy that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was having my bath, I was wondering how you teach kids to answer comprehension questions. Huh? How ah? I never knew how to answer comprehension questions and if I remember correctly (ya, correct) I used to fail or pass spectacularly for my comprehension, leaving my English teachers feeling very bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;don't know how to answer the questions ok! All my teachers think I'm lazy when I fail a compare test. Actually, it's not true! In my opinion, I think I had answered the question correctly to a T whereas, my teachers think I had answered out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the more I thought about it, (No, I did not take 1 hour to shower. I took only 15 mins) I wonder how do you explain what is a verb, a noun and a blah blah blah to the kids? Huh? I never knew what those mean and and I've never bothered to find out because none of the tests I took required me to write out the explanation for a verb, noun etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marther tried to force me to learn their meanings when I was.. Primary 5. I absolutely &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;refused &lt;/span&gt;to learn them. She took the cane, wacked me a couple of times and at the end of the day, it only resulted in us being very nasty to each other and I still didn't learn their meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatso told me to ask the kids to self-mark their compres. I thought it would be pretty messy because, imagine, 30 kids calling out, "'Cher! Liddat correct anotz?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher! Why like that! Why cannot put an "S" in front of the noun leh?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm.. Because... Because... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LIKE THAT LOR!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah see. That's why I think, teaching Math is so much easier because there's only one way to getting the answer (well, not always) and the answer is standard. English is ambiguous. Well, I won't mind marking journals and compositions and having a good laugh at them. Ah well, maybe I should teach Lit instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went back to Deyi for Teachers' Day yesterday. I arrived pretty late but I can't believe Jit Kaur, Hanny, Fatso, JM and I actually talked for like over 3 hours in the staff room and then proceeded to the very nicely renovated foodcourt (now is foodcourt, last time is kopitiam) opposite the school to find out about the real gossips from Hanny until the sun went down at 5 o' clock. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, someone broke into the ice cream box in school again, (the last bunch of people got caught and were caned) Hanny wasn't allowed to be President of the Student Council this year because she is in NA (bloody school) and thus, the seat was given to a girl called &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I-don't-know her-name&lt;/span&gt; who's a totally idiot and wore a super tight skirt that showed her VPL to represent the school and also flirted with the boys from other schools. Tsk tsk. Told you I was from the last good batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there's more, but I'm lazy to type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Earth got 2 stalks of roses from the teachers in school. I think a bunch of girls gave it to the teachers as a present and by mid day, it was wilting already. Everyone got bored of talking and drinking and decided to tear Earth's flowers into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/7978/photo0218sj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/7978/photo0218sj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor pink rose. I didn't know roses look like that inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/8527/photo0209pv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/8527/photo0209pv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/812/photo0180il.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/812/photo0180il.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stem broken into pieces by Hanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/4530/photo0163vo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/4530/photo0163vo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cup of petals by Reena. Can go make rose tea already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/4725/photo0090ge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/4725/photo0090ge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last rose left standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/1128/photo0224kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/1128/photo0224kk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And the sun went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pics taken by &lt;a href="http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/"&gt;JM'&lt;/a&gt;s hp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112556826530044296?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112556826530044296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112556826530044296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-need-job.html' title='Do YOU need a job?'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112536152673130552</id><published>2005-08-30T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:14:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mindless entry</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for the afternoon of tomorrow to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. I'm going to have a CA on Business Fundamentals tomorrow and I haven't really studied it. Die, I think I'll start foaming in the mouth at 12am tonight because I must force myself &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;to play Maple Story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not play Maple Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO AND DIE LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll play at 11pm. =) Otherwise I'll foam in the mouth, vomit blood, puke out my organs and die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm level 34! 1 more level before I can get my gloves and go Ossyria! 4 more levels before I buy myself a brand new set of clothes with my own mesos!! It will cost me 450k. Donations are welcomed.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112536152673130552?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112536152673130552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112536152673130552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/mindless-entry.html' title='A mindless entry'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112512917859599832</id><published>2005-08-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:52:59.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so now I'm the delivery man</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to trim my hair just now and when I came back, my mother stood in her kitchen and called me........ a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mang-ga-li&lt;/span&gt; delivery man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao. I tell you. My mother is fucking racist. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mang-ga-li&lt;/span&gt;. Who hears such a term these days? It only comes out of the mouth of the generation before us. I say, the oldey generation are fucking racist people. Terrible. They call the Blangadesh workers, Blanga, and my grandparents say if you stay out late at night, "the blanga workers will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RAPE &lt;/span&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Two of my best friends are Indians and they are pretty cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has lots of friends who are Indians and Malays. I remember when we were young, we used to go to one of his best friend's house (an Indian lady) every Deepavali and eat ourselves silly. Everyone will go nuts over the curry. My dad's friend cooks kiss-ass curry and briyani rice. Only my mum will sit there and eat plain white rice. HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme try and get into MS again. Too many asswipe little kids playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112512917859599832?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112512917859599832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112512917859599832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-so-now-im-delivery-man.html' title='Ok, so now I&apos;m the delivery man'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112505972986008512</id><published>2005-08-26T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:35:29.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time...</title><content type='html'>... To read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img370.imageshack.us/img370/2569/bloodyhell2ld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 189px;" src="http://img370.imageshack.us/img370/2569/bloodyhell2ld.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which I think, I can spend a long time in because it's Friday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIGHT&lt;/span&gt; and all the 小弟弟 and 小妹妹们 can play for a long long time into the night because tomorrow&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ka Na Sai&lt;/span&gt;. I hate primary school kids. It sucks that these kids are better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I can wear the uber cool clothes and boots and strut around the dungeon area. I must remember to act seh and make them eat my dust. Kids these days are so rude to the elderly. (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pui Pui! Someone, okay, Sharmaine, wrote a review for Maple Story (MS) on last week's Sunday Times!! Wa lao eh! It's rubbish lor! I think I can write better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img392.imageshack.us/img392/2449/img52163aq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 186px; height: 247px;" src="http://img392.imageshack.us/img392/2449/img52163aq.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112505972986008512?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112505972986008512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112505972986008512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-is-time.html' title='It is time...'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112498786887709798</id><published>2005-08-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:37:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blardy Ronnie</title><content type='html'>YAY!! I got my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Fire Arrow!&lt;/span&gt; And I get to wear the Jester Hat. (Actually, it's called a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POWER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POWER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Power coming out from me. No one dares to call me a n00b anymore. Yippe!! Call me a n00b and I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ks &lt;/span&gt;you with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fire arrow&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA!! You puny little mortals! Eat my dust for I am a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. Like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEVEL 81 SPEARMAN&lt;/span&gt; today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEVEL 81&lt;/span&gt;. OH. MY.GOSH&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Too free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Ronnie. Will explain more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/3392/ronnie7lx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 192px;" src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/3392/ronnie7lx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112498786887709798?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112498786887709798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112498786887709798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/blardy-ronnie.html' title='Blardy Ronnie'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112488616301536733</id><published>2005-08-24T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T20:25:17.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>绝 对 Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, honestly, has anyone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;watch the show yet? I confess, I haven't. Really! The first time I watched the show was when I was hanging out at Puden's house 'cos it was Eddie's birthday, and they had dinner and I got to come along. And 绝 对 superstar was on the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOSH. I am appalled that the blind guy actually got in. Kelvin or Wei Lian or whatever's his name. He's the male champion la! Impossible! I bet he had gotten a lot of sympathy votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND guy leh! How can be Superstar? Superstars ought to prance around the stage, belt out tune after tune and.... Perform on Nation Day after they sell a few million CDs! Like Steph Sun! Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's &lt;/span&gt;a real superstar. Come to think of it, even Jay Chou, the moody piano singer praces around in his MTVs. Wei Lian? Cannot make it la! All he can do is stand there and sing. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throughly revolted by the way he got in, beating over some other contestants. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pui &lt;/span&gt;la! Granted he has a nice voice and that's about it. I'm going to vote for the Kelly girl even though I haven't heard her sing. At the very least, she can prance about in her MTVs instead of just standing there and sing. Sun Ho ought to perform on National Day. She's so famous in UK now la! Pui! Singapore government. Don't want a CCM artist to perform. Must be scared later she perform got racial and religious riots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday my mom got into this heated quarrel with the 4th floor neighbour again. Again! Must be because of my mom's mop and the neighbour's clothes. I haven't really asked what happened because just mearly mentioning it in the passing will cause my mom to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blow up&lt;/span&gt;, explode and rant on and on, non-stop again. I tell you, my mom's really vicious. You should hear the things she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the aunty downstairs is really vicious too. She banged the door, as in, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really hard at 9 yesterday and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woke &lt;/span&gt;me up from my sleep ok! I really wanted to go out and have a look at everyone quarrelling but I thought it won't be really nice if I appear in white teddy bear pyjamas. (Real pyjamas ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad because the aunty and I have gotten along quite well since the last episode sometime last year. A couple of days ago she even asked why she hasn't seen me in the mornings. (Well, cos I 中四毕业了) Hey! I always greet her one ok! Her husband still hates us (and probably hates us more now) because he has never once said hello back everytime I call him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;My mother is a bad testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is still fuming mad (that father of mine go and start the conversation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; at dinner) because now she's saying I won't get married in the future. Yes, very no link here. She says because I'm so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; huey huey&lt;/span&gt; (what the heck is that?!) I won't even get a boyfriend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ka Na Sai&lt;/span&gt;. Next time I get a boyfriend the last place I would bring him, is home. Serve you right for being so nasty to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watched the National Day Rally? Or Speech? Or whatever that is called? There's something about the ITEs and Polys. Actually, I want to point out not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;ITE students can make it to University. So stop your stupid propagandas about ITE students being top notch in Asia or something. I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care &lt;/span&gt;about the new campuses because we are still using the blardy old ones and everyone out there in the public still thinks ITE students are good-for-nothing. So maybe the public's conception of ITE students will change in 2011, but I don't really care about it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the rare, few, ITE students who make it to Uni. Like 1 out of 1000 people that sort of thing. This sort of thing don't happen to me in my life time. If it did, I don't want to study business in Uni. In fact, I really wish I don't have to study Business &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all &lt;/span&gt;in Poly. Yucks. I'm not cut out to be a entreprenurer. (See! Thanks to my school, I even know how to spell that word now!) Wish I did something fun, like digital animation or something. They offered in in Simei, but I didn't take it 'cos at that time, I still couldn't decide if I wanted to repeat sec 4, take an Engineering course or go I-T-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I hate my school. If you ever meet me, please don't ask me, "Hey! How's your school?" I hate it and I absolutely forget about it the moment I step out of the gates. Oh, and I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;embarassed of my uniform. I don't care what Mr Eric Chen (the guy held up by PM on the Rally) says. I absolutely loathe my uniform and I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;wear it to Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the band CCA people in my school haven't called up. I don't care about it anymore. 2 months already! Don't call, don't call lor. I can't be bothered to get another CCA. Good also, I can go home earlier on weekdays. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pui&lt;/span&gt;, ITE. So inefficient as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112488616301536733?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112488616301536733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112488616301536733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/superstar.html' title='绝 对 Superstar'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112472106466185473</id><published>2005-08-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:35:13.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wa lao! Shiok la! Today got Balrog attack in Kerning City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily killing some Blue mushrooms when Maple Administrators rolled out an alert, warning of an attack of 7 Balrogs on Kerning City, on Channel 17. It was absolutely crazy, everyone wanted a glimpse of the Balrog even if it means we'll die there and waste exp points. But let's face it! Hardly anyone ever gets to see the Balrog because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 1 : It's in the lowest level of the Dungeon and getting there is seriously expensive or time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2: With my level, I'd probably die half way there. Actually, make it 1/4 of the way there. Even with 10,000 potions in my inventory. Actually, to be fair, I was 1/4 of the way there before I died! But I didn't have 10,000 potions la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 3: I doubt Maple can sustain my interest long enough to level up until level 55 and hang around in the dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 4: Even if you're level 80. It takes a lot out of you to kill the Boss. It's level 100 and as far as I know, there are only 2 level 100s in Maple. There's a 101 and a 103. Both are guys. Pui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were false alarms all over Channel 17 and 19 'cos the Balrogs were supposed to be there. They finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;hit channel 10 and killed almost everyone there. I managed to get in and got a print screen. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img334.imageshack.us/img334/9876/balrog9xb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://img334.imageshack.us/img334/9876/balrog9xb.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clickable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The entire server is so laggy. Lag until.. Cannot say. It took my computer 5 minutes before everything started moving normally. You see tombstones all over, the balrog dancing (actually, moving, but someone said it looked like it was dancing) around and killing the people standing there who can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siam &lt;/span&gt;away because the server is too laggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was quite exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyday you can see the boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112472106466185473?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112472106466185473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112472106466185473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/wa-lao-shiok-la-today-got-balrog.html' title=''/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112455695252326741</id><published>2005-08-21T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:55:52.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say this sometimes when you steal their kill or steal their items in Maple Story. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;it means kiasu, but I'm not very sure. Anyway, saying the following can cause several events to happen. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;stand the stupid kias, rude and uncultured Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2 nights ago, I was at the pig beach training and this stupid n00b little&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; warrior &lt;/span&gt;dropped down from  the cliff and started killing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;pigs! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabeh!!&lt;/span&gt; Stupid fellow accused me of stealing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;kill and called me a "fker!! kser!" in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NABEH&lt;/span&gt;. I give you chance to kill liao ok? You damn weak-assed, lily-faced n00b... You can't even kill it in 2 shots and you call me a n00b. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ka Na Sai! Li Peh&lt;/span&gt; so damn powerful can kill in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;shot ok!! What are you playing at? Anyway, he "called" me a fker and kser in public. There are 2 modes of communication in Maple. One, you can 'whisper' to the person meaning the conversation will only be displayed between the both of you. Second, you can type your messages and it will be seen by the pubilc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayyyyy.. Unfortunately for the n00b last night, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire &lt;/span&gt;training ground was filled to the brim and overflowing with mages and magicians. I did a public message that went something like "Kns. You call me kser!? Everyone know you ks us 1st. Nb! Everyone defame him now leh! He ks us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pigs later. I saw his fame had turned negetive. And he was a good 20+ to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOO HOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with magicians you stupid fool. Go back to Perion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When training, magicians absolutely hate it when you cant kill a weak dipshit in one shot. Yes, we are very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haolian. &lt;/span&gt;We cannot stand it. When you hit the monster, it doesn't die and comes running to us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hits us&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND MAKING US LOSE HP IN THE PROCESS&lt;/span&gt;, we'll slash it to pieces for you. We won't take your mesos because we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't &lt;/span&gt;and don't you go calling us a kser because you made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;lose precious hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this other asswipe took my stuff today. (The monsters drop stuff sometimes) Stupid fool, I defamed him when he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bounced &lt;/span&gt;into my training ground the 5th time, defamed him to -1 and quit the game to blog about this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER. Maybe that will teach you not to be kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112455695252326741?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112455695252326741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112455695252326741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/kser.html' title='kser.'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112446169642938888</id><published>2005-08-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:28:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backsliders</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! So cool la! Kok Seng and Ramien used to be from City Harvest! I think they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used  &lt;/span&gt;to go church but they've stopped now. They both say CHC's worship is nice. (That I have to agree la..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about it. Too tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow! Promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112446169642938888?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112446169642938888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112446169642938888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/backsliders.html' title='Backsliders'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112429346063590418</id><published>2005-08-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:45:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork Chops</title><content type='html'>It's 12 am. And I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/4242/prokchops3fx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 267px;" src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/4242/prokchops3fx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;find this place again. The pro gamer Eddie brought me here. It's a hidden place and not on the map. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fancy that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112429346063590418?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112429346063590418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112429346063590418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/pork-chops.html' title='Pork Chops'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112420409099879899</id><published>2005-08-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:39:46.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid fuzzballs</title><content type='html'>I am level 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a n00b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 2hours trying to jump to the top to get a stupid flower for a NPC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 10 bottles of red potion in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NA BEH @#!$!@ CHAO TURTLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall enlist the help of pro maple story gamer, Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE DID THE WHOLE PROCESS 8 TIMES OK!! AND HE'S DOING HIS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10TH &lt;/span&gt;NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Joel, 万岁! 你真伟大！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes Jacob, I n00b la. You toopid Rogue. Only level 27! I shall beat you by next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img307.imageshack.us/img307/2282/fuzzballs5xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 198px;" src="http://img307.imageshack.us/img307/2282/fuzzballs5xx.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clickable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aiya, I think I shall blog more la, after all, I think today was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE've got a 2 hour lunch break today. 2 hours!! Fancy that! Anyway, Yong Hong and I went to Ginza Plaza's (some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulu &lt;/span&gt;shopping center) LAN gaming shop to game. We played some game starting with "D" and sounds like Daytona and I played my Maple Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time in a LAN gaming shop! It's quite erm... Nosiy. You have people cursing in Hokkiean, English and Malay. Then there was Chinese music playing in the background (must be the radio) and the only light in the whole place is the one from your monitor. Plus there's the sounds so monsters yelling, sword slashing and gun shots blasting out from the tiny little speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must be blind. After 2 hours, my eyes couldn't take it anymore. Yong Hong plays for a solid 15 hour at a stretch. Goodness!!! He treated me today, so nice of him! So anyway, we'll go back again if we ever get an two hour break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we shouldn't have gone back to school because 30 minsutes into lesson, Mr Lim got a call on his mobile and someone told him James (the fit ah beng in class) kenna wacked up by two guys. According to the ah bengs in class who heard about it later, the wackers were Haikel's size and Haikel's like... Jia Hao =) And James is around my size. Imagine two fat guys wacking one thin guy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all got to go home early in the end. Pui. Should have gamed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra la la la! THe OFA project is done done done!! Three cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112420409099879899?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112420409099879899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112420409099879899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-fuzzballs.html' title='Stupid fuzzballs'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112407564069855560</id><published>2005-08-15T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:14:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Mr Nathan why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la, no one dares to fight with the government anymore. And because of that, Saturday no holiday and S R Nathan will have a walkover &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. I sort of feel sorry for the Andrew Kuan guy because the media shoot him like &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt;. But then again, it's a good thing they dug up so much of his nonsensel background, otherwise we voters won't know our president was sacked from JTC due to unsatisfactory performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No holiday on Saturday. It would be quite exciting to see the candidates fighting it out and trying to get voters. I think it happened in 1993 or something during the Ong Teng Cheong era. I don't remember a thing but my mom would always proudly say Ong Teng Cheong came up to visit our house and shake her hand. (And my dad's too la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said they were in a rush to go out for church and didn't have much time to entertain him. But &lt;em&gt;obviously &lt;/em&gt;they voted for him because he seemed like a very humble and nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of all this?&lt;strong&gt; SATURDAY NO HOLIDAY AH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just found out 3/4 of YTU plays Maple Story! Oh my gosh! So cool la! Yesterday was the first time I heard Justin (Pu Chuan's friend cum newcomer) talk &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; much. During lunch, Pu Chuan, Just, Ed and I were rambling non-stop about Maple Story and begging Eddie to buy us some weapons and clothes. Ya la, Eddie earns a lot of mesos he doesn't need and buys stuff to give away to his friends. Very kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most unexpected people play Maple story. En En plays Maple and she's the oldest Mapler from the youth congre. Yes yes, we are screwed and childish. Say all you want people. Even my sister, who tried her hands on the game last night using my account, said the game is quite exciting when orange mushrooms suddenly &lt;em&gt;pop &lt;/em&gt;up from behind and bump you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've progressed from killing green slimes to orange mushrooms to purple octopus! Yippe!! But I need 3 shots at them before they get killed. I saw my first Iron pig last night. I hit it, missed, it came charging to me, I ran away to the portal and the person in front of me must have died. Never mind la. He can start again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I've blogged ok! Now you can read this in your offices, schools and homes. Back to Maple Stpry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing. The &lt;em&gt;chao ah bengs&lt;/em&gt; in my class play Maple Story too. Kok Seng, Hao Wei and a couple of others. Unbelieveable. They are mages too, but haha! My level is higher than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112407564069855560?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112407564069855560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112407564069855560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-mr-nathan-why.html' title='Why Mr Nathan why?'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112402032275374360</id><published>2005-08-14T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:56:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day she went away</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skinny twit is too busy playing maple story and wants me to tell you all that she has hit level 20 today. HOORAY FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. just realised it means I can do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to her blog! Heh. Wonder how she'd react to her blog turning bright pink with spotted donkeys falling from the top of the screen......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112402032275374360?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112402032275374360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112402032275374360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-she-went-away.html' title='The day she went away'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112391299472521301</id><published>2005-08-13T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:03:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chao Turtle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have progressed from killing little snails to green slimes and tree trunks!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOORAY FOR ME!!&lt;/span&gt; I just absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;Maple Story. The minute I close my eyes, I see myself killing the little snails and slimes. I love the way the slimes and snails sound when they die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The snails sound like "KrrraaK!" when you kill them. Like when you accidently step on a snail's shell and it all the snail muck comes flying everywhere. Te slimes squeak when they die. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO CUTE LOR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And last night I actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;walked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, not take a scroll or cab, (there are cabs in Maple Story too!) all the way from Perion (Warrior's land) back to Ellinia (Wizard land) by myself ok! I died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and lost about 1000 exp points. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chao turtle! &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I thought it was quite a feat. Next time I'm going back to kill the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chao&lt;/span&gt; warthog and darken tree stumps. And ribboned pigs. And Green mushrooms. And whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YAY! Think I'll do the OFA project at 3pm. Can't be bothered to do it now. I don't even mind failing the project. My OFA test marks should more than make up for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAPLE STORY WAN SUI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've got a lot to blog this week, but too bad I'm more into Maple Story now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112391299472521301?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112391299472521301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112391299472521301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/chao-turtle.html' title='Chao Turtle!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112368505667933191</id><published>2005-08-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:44:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Storying</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't update my blog for the next 1 week, it means I'm busy playing Maple Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it came out last year but I didn't really get a chance to play it due to several circumstances. Anyway, I'm trying it out now and I think I suck. I'm at level 9 and other level 9s I see, do 20 damange at one shot and my highest damage is 5 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I told you, I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of them are training to be Warriors and Thieves and I'm trying to be a Magician and Magicians use more of their intelligence to do damage. I don't know. I'm just waiting for Ed and Joel (both avid maple story gamers) to tell me more. I'm trying to be a fire magician anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I should like to mention I never get a chance to do hardcore gaming becuase evil things always befall on me. Like sometimes the games CD comes with an error (originial one somemore!) and I'm too lazy yot go back to Sim Lim Square to change it, virus-es always attack my computer and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KA-BOOM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pop &lt;/span&gt;goes the CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to re-start my CPU 4 times before I can get something just now. The computer couldn't detect the keyboard and mouse and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swear &lt;/span&gt;nothing is loose behind. Oh gawd, someone please just kill me. I really want to game until I die on my keyboard or something. If I don't blog for the next 1 week, I think you can guess my computer has finally died on me. (Yes again) Ym parents were really happy when my computer couldn't detect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention I was sick? Yeah, I took leave off today and spent the entire of today Maple Storying. Joel took me to another city and I'm totally lost now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;, just great. And I can only still do 5 damage at one shot. Hooray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God doesn't want me to do hardcoare gaming. =( Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's &lt;/span&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112368505667933191?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112368505667933191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112368505667933191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/maple-storying.html' title='Maple Storying'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112343659614101303</id><published>2005-08-09T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:50:56.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Praise 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a young 'un. This FOP thing has been going on for the past 19 years and this is my first time here. So anywayyy, lots of pictures lined up. Must credit my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting off with the church day so if you just want to read about FOP, you can just scroll down and start from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lots of pictures, so you know the drill. Make sandwiches and milo or maggie mee (in my case) before coming back. Click on them to make them bigger. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/8568/img48789hl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/8568/img48789hl.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time. Shi' En &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;has to say hi to Mr Mcdonalds'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/694/img48798kw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/694/img48798kw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my old friend! I see you're baking in the sun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch.. Guess what we saw?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/6249/img48803fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 347px;" src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/6249/img48803fd.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/526/img48811yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/526/img48811yo.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fat pidgeon sun tanning!!! Aiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okok! Skip the choir part, Ed, SE, Lyd (we manged to psycho her to come) and I went to queue up for seats. This time we went early and managed to sit under the shade of the bridge at the North entrance. Whoopee! We were standing in the sun about 20 meters away on Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1589/img48898oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1589/img48898oj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blinkin' hot day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1795/img48903te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1795/img48903te.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...With not a single blinkin' cloud in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It was like that for the previous two days as well. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;Half of my face is burnt and the other half is pasty from standing in the sun too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boring leh.. Must wait 2+ hours..&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Lyd took out some outdated pizza hut coupons and everyone contributed a bit to the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/8929/img48919jm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 230px;" src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/8929/img48919jm.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/2765/img48937ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 273px; height: 204px;" src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/2765/img48937ds.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The Paper Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we do when we're bored man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/5629/img48948wd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 330px;" src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/5629/img48948wd.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrap off all the black plastic clingy wrap coating off lyd's water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;(By the end of the 3 hours, I scrapped off everything except some bits at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time go FOP must remember to bring cards.&lt;br /&gt;No card and 3 hours to kill.. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKE YOUR OWN CARDS LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the world's first mini and disposable pack of cards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/8481/img48977fo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 225px;" src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/8481/img48977fo.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, tearing bits of paper into little rectangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/287/img48985xg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 236px;" src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/287/img48985xg.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And writing the numbers on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/8607/img48994nb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 337px;" src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/8607/img48994nb.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“来来！ 快点分牌！！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/8656/img49004pk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/8656/img49004pk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambling Queen SE won the first round hands down.&lt;br /&gt;(Must be the cards never shuffle properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 600 they finally allowed us in, in little batches at a time. So during one of the pauses.. We saw this little.. I dunno. Insect. Very cute. It was playing with it's saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/9339/img49034xa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 220px;" src="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/9339/img49034xa.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we're in!! Everyone fills up the place rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/4504/img49078iu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/4504/img49078iu.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/898/img49087tl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/898/img49087tl.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there's aircon, so must sleep a bit to recharge for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="height: 185px; width: 247px;" src="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/7305/img49125sk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 190px;" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/5513/img49159uj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the equips.&lt;br /&gt;(Some grainy pictures from here on. 11x optical zoom can only get you so far especially when you're sitting at the back but with a kick-ass view.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/8328/img49191dq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 246px;" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/8328/img49191dq.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-don't-remember-what's-his-name&lt;/span&gt; finally saunters out and sings an awesome tenor solo!! WOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/3895/img49210nr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 269px;" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/3895/img49210nr.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bounces &lt;/span&gt;the rest of the Hillsong team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"HELLOOOO SINGAPORE!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/1669/img49255ej.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/1669/img49255ej.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlene is out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/1231/img49291mv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 282px;" src="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/1231/img49291mv.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what song we sang, but who cares anyway!?&lt;br /&gt;We were all having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/29/img49335ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 280px;" src="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/29/img49335ml.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlene invited everyone to come down to the dance floor. It was like a mosh pit, but bigger and better. Ed and I went down. Everyone had fun until the security chased us out by the third song. Awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/1520/img49421za.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/1520/img49421za.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/9526/img49433fy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 261px;" src="http://img173.imageshack.us/img173/9526/img49433fy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12,000 people. OH YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/3318/img49500fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 270px;" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/3318/img49500fe.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hillsong team and the City Harvest Back Ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay!! Delirious? is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUTTTT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/6106/img49553dg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 264px;" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/6106/img49553dg.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OHHHHH!! HERE WE COME!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/894/img49582it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 256px;" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/894/img49582it.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice is wayyy nicer live than in the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5609/img49650sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 289px;" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5609/img49650sp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Singing.. Majesty.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/6803/img49770mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 285px;" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/6803/img49770mp.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, they got everyone to hold hands and dance around. It was really crazy la! They got little kids to dance around stage for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/4613/img49879wu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 275px;" src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/4613/img49879wu.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the altar call part. I think it's one of the best parts of the whole thing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/3573/img49887yf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 273px;" src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/3573/img49887yf.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're almost to the end before one last song by Delirious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/1006/img50015du.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/1006/img50015du.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin lit a candle and sang a solo like on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;His voice is just awesome. Super powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/5703/img50120ko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 362px; height: 272px;" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/5703/img50120ko.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song! Last song! i have no idea what Delirious sang! But it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9121/img50238ky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9121/img50238ky.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the organizers thanking everyone and telling all the youths to go home straight after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so we had to go home in a cab. Thanks for the ride Lyd. Our driver sped and drove recklessly that SE felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compelled &lt;/span&gt;to put on the safety belt. I nearly puked out water (hadn't had dinner) by the time we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/5148/img50249po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/5148/img50249po.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security is so tight. I bet they must be scared the terrorists bomb the Indoor Stadium and 3/4s of the youths die there and Singapore will be an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aging, aging, AGING &lt;/span&gt;population liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/244/img50258sv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 250px;" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/244/img50258sv.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta daaa!!&lt;/span&gt; Lyd's water bottle at the end of the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right! That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I would be going again unless they invite Planetshakers to play next year. Ok, just joking. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112343659614101303?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112343659614101303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112343659614101303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/festival-of-praise-2005.html' title='Festival of Praise 2005'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112334701376820426</id><published>2005-08-07T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:44:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please wait awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/5373/img49751pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/5373/img49751pm.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies people. I'm really tired now. There are loads of Christian bands coming down to sunny Singapore this month and my weekends are completely burnt. (Not that it's a bad thing. In fact, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it) I hear SOP is coming next week.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was the Festival of Praise this evening and yesterday night and it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine 12,000 people packed in the indoor stadium and singing in one voice. No wonder those Hillsong CDs sound so good when they ask the congregation to sing la! So nice lor! This year, we have Delirious? and Hillsongs. Both are great in their own ways.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, Hillsongs songs are slightly more well known than the latter and they have more praise song as compared to Delirious. Delirious mostly sings new songs and actually, all of them are really, really nice. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We're gonna paint this big old town RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;) I like their way their praise songs end on an abrupt note with the guitars always ending last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Song can play like the lead guitarist. If Sacrifire can play music half as well as Delirious, complete with all of Song En's distortion, I say, we can change the music quality in church already.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I want to blog it all out nice and neat so I guess my next post will be on Monday in school. There's a lot to blog about. Especially the first day. Like how Beverly, Ed, Earth and I managed to get kick-ass seats thanks to Earth's friend.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omigod! Even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2005/08/live_from_the_f.html"&gt;mrbrown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was there and he got like prime seats la! In front of the stage!! and &lt;a href="http://faithtoh.quackpolka.com/?p=492"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; got to interview Darlene Zschech la! (Jiamin, eat your heart out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112334701376820426?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112334701376820426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112334701376820426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/please-wait-awhile.html' title='Please wait awhile...'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112315412414116658</id><published>2005-08-04T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:39:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On money saving</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was walking home with a couple of guys from my class yesterday when Wei Ping (the guy who traded lockers with me) had to give me this enlightening lesson on how to save money. But before that, I should like to say I didn't plan to walk the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;three &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bus stops to the MRT station. These guys are crazy! They walk to the station when you can take a bus. They do this &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everyday, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rain or shine. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My gosh, excuse me while I go puke blood. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Wei Ping asked me why I take the bus. (I take the bus everyday, you see) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;His point was that I should make an effort to walk because that would save me 45 cents a day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" face="Verdana" lang="EN-US"&gt;¢ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;x 5 days per week= $ 2.25&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ( You can eat one plate of rice in school leh! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$2.25 x 52 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; = $117 leh!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; See how much things you can buy with $576 !!! At this point, he got so excited at the thought of saving &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;$117&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; at the end of the year that he actually bounced alongside me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sheesh dude!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's just 45&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" face="Verdana" lang="EN-US"&gt;¢ !!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The next thing I know, he's probably gonna tell me to take the bus instead of the train. Save money mah. (I take the train everyday) I'm not really bothered because the train is just &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;slightly &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;more expensive than the bus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not a bus person. I don't like long bus rides because I think they are super boring. Oh and I think buses are &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dirty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I mean, just look at the floor of the bus! It's so filthy! The floor on the train is definitely cleaner. Now some of you might say you don't sit on the floor what! But I say, a clean floor projects a cleaner image and therefore, a more pleasant ride. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Actually, the second reason I think buses are dirty is because I had this traumatic experience as a kid and from that day on I always associated the bus as a dirty thing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Er Hrm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A couple of years ago, while I was on the bus, this old man boarded the bus. Ok, old man, no big deal. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT WAIT!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS GUY HAD GAZILLIONS OF DIRTY BALLS OF&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt; GOD-KNOWS-WHAT&lt;/font&gt; FALLING FROM HIS HAIR!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eeeeeee!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; They were brown in colour, very tiny, about 1mm - 3mm in diameter and were &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;falling from his head to the seat &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;every time he moved his head!! EEEEE!!! Super gross la! And that's not the worst! The worst part was I was sitting directly behind him! I could see the little balls super clearly!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*faints with disgust and terror* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's it man. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I try and avoid taking the bus for long journeys since then because who knows how many other bus seats the old man has infected with his hairballs. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my 2.4km today for NAPFA (I'll never be able to shake it off) and I've gotten an A! Not bad for someone who has a screwed knee and hasn't been running for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112315412414116658?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112315412414116658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112315412414116658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-money-saving.html' title='On money saving'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112307459434589332</id><published>2005-08-03T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:23:38.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Japanese Songs &amp; Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been talking to Jason on MSN and he's been sending me loads of cutesy Japanese anime songs. Granted most of them are really the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cool-and-mysterious"&lt;/span&gt; type but some of them are really cute. I've just re-download one of the cutesy Naruto opening theme song. (Haven't been reading or watching Naruto for ages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's the personification of an IT geek. He's pale, pasty, fair, wears geek glasses and goes home to his realm of "cute little gnomes!" at WoW immediately after school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;. He owns the coolest computers, speakers and all sorts of weird geeky accessories but doesn't own an mp3 player. Joker. Anyway, he's a funny dude. His Mandarin absolutely sucks (join the club!) and we talk about WoW everyday. (Well, more like he tells me about them)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got a very boring school life. All I do is saunter into class, try and stay awake, play "SNAKE II" on my handphone during breaks and then go home. My most exciting class is OFA where I actually get to surf the web while doing my work and listen to a stream of junk songs from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try drawing the Gundam robots. They look very cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday! Thursday! One more day to the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and lately I'm really obsessed with Photoshop. I think I can remove pimples now! Right, I'm not good at it yet, but at least! I'm better than where I was a couple of months ago aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I'm very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zi Lian&lt;/span&gt;. But what to do. I can only do on my own face right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Click to enlarge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/3650/img40006jg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 203px;" src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/3650/img40006jg.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/5121/img4000copy9kv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/5121/img4000copy9kv.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wheee!! Need any photoshop done?&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it for free!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very good yet, but if you don't mind...You can send your pictures to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(In the mean time, I'm looking for some pro kia to teach me. I'm sick of reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Photoshop for Dummies"&lt;/span&gt; already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112307459434589332?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112307459434589332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112307459434589332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-japanese-songs-photoshop.html' title='Of Japanese Songs &amp; Photoshop'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112298428593971614</id><published>2005-08-02T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:17:32.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boing Boing, KABOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, I sauntered into the computer lab, unslung my bag from my shoulder cool-ly and proceeded to play with my chair. I tried jumping while sitting on it and squeaking "Boing Boing!" at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was having soooo much of fun entertaining everyone until&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I suddenly found myself looking at my computer terminal which seemed 50 cm higher than usual.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GOSH!! THE STUPID CHAIR BROKE LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;funny can?! Too bad I haven't got a camera today. I'll bring it tomorrow and try and see if I can take a picture of the wreckage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Actually, I didn't land with a kaboom. That's Yimei la. (Haha!) Actually, not many people knew about it until &lt;a href="http://www.orangemyfavouritecolour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jehan &lt;/a&gt;screamed "OH MY GAWD!" Yeah, at which, during that point, I was still wondering how come my desktop is 50 cm hgher than one second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, and I've gotten my locker already! It's 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! Actually, it's 341 and on the highest level, but I swapped with a guy in my class called Wei Ping who's super tall and got an average height locker. I'm really very pleased. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112298428593971614?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112298428593971614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112298428593971614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/08/boing-boing-kaboom.html' title='Boing Boing, KABOOM!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112265539980305404</id><published>2005-07-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:58:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonic Fest 2005!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been reaching home at like 12 midnight (could have been later, but thanks May Ann!) these two days (third one coming up) and by the time I get ready for bed and all, it's 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friggin' &lt;/span&gt;A.M in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I think I'm not very used to this. I'm lucky my parents don't really give two hoots what time I come back, except that I come home every night. Granted, I think I'm quite a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;goody-two-shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, because I don't hang out after school (I take the train home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;), I don't town a lot except maybe on Sundays and yeah, that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe my mom doesn't have the opportunity to nag at me because I haven't really seen her face properly for the last 2 days. Ok, I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we had a one-on-one today because I simply refused to wear skirts to school, I hated the bread for breakfast, and I didn't feel like folding the clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, more updates ok!! Check this space again! Planetshakers totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the house and Sonicflood turned the grass patch into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mosh pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/662/sonicfestday19ki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/662/sonicfestday19ki.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planetshakers on the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME NEXT YEAR OK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Updated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okok!! Here comes SonicFest Day 2 and 3 !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/362/img48654ez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 235px;" src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/362/img48654ez.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to wear this paper wristband thing before entering the grounds. The colours are quite predictable. By the day 2 we could guess Red was going to come out on the last day. The brown colour booklet thing is the program. I took like an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;age &lt;/span&gt;to figure out the timetable. You can't really see it, but it's actually, all  creased and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt;. (I'll leave you to figure out the last part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/660/sfday311kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 243px;" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/660/sfday311kl.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Altered Frequency. They are from Malaysia and our local artists cannot hold a candle to them. I thought the lead singer is quite cute and has a nice voice too. At least he wasn't shouting and screaming most of his lyrics. Vertical Rush and So Fire totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img323.imageshack.us/img323/7052/sfday214fw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 227px;" src="http://img323.imageshack.us/img323/7052/sfday214fw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally 9 pm!!! SONICFLOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Their bassist is like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute!!&lt;br /&gt;(Quoting Beverly, I go there praise God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shun bian beoh &lt;/span&gt;their bassist ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/3349/sfday237rh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 228px;" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/3349/sfday237rh.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau Huey and Chin Chow. They rock after a sweaty workout at a gig.&lt;br /&gt;We ate the famous "Rocher Road Original Beancurd" ok!&lt;br /&gt;(So said the sign) The sugary water is enough to make 2 girls go all high and giggly in a bus and destroying the er.... Serene tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img323.imageshack.us/img323/1816/sfday229kj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 209px;" src="http://img323.imageshack.us/img323/1816/sfday229kj.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost like 2 kg by the end of the festival.&lt;br /&gt;Beverly was wearing her cute little green pinafore uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/5167/sfday323zw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 227px;" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/5167/sfday323zw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Sonicfest needed a group shot of everyone so they made us all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAM &lt;/span&gt;and wave our arms in the air while the cameras went "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLASH, FLASH FLASH, FLASH!&lt;/span&gt;" all around. Very shiok, I feel like a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/9669/sfday332mk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 240px;" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/9669/sfday332mk.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU ARE THE LORD OF DANCE, YOU'RE THE DANCING LORD! YEAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYBODY DANCE NOW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get that song! The minute they played that, all&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;  heaven&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; broke loose. I can't believe I'm capable of going all insane, tossing my head and flinging my hair around. It's so nice, I want to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/2701/sfday348hw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 248px;" src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/2701/sfday348hw.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112265539980305404?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112265539980305404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112265539980305404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/07/sonic-fest-2005.html' title='Sonic Fest 2005!'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112247932429639399</id><published>2005-07-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:48:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Eddie Boy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn tired now, I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;finished all my tutorials. Nowadays, ITE so high-tech one, must send to your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;class advisor's &lt;/span&gt;email accounts. No more worksheets. All lessons can be found online. (Well.. Mostly...) So high-tech! I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for those who don't own a computer or have internet access at home. Really sorry, but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Sonicefest tomorrow! I'll have to skip P.E (Actually it's called Sports and Wellness) so I can go home for a quick bite and shower. Partying with God till 11pm. My parents will get a fit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112247932429639399?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112247932429639399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112247932429639399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-ed.html' title='Happy Birthday Ed'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112239024496038874</id><published>2005-07-26T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:04:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop 6.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the best things that ever made my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the hang of it now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin! I can make your zits go away!! (Granted, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;good yet, but it still looks pretty good!) And yippee! Tonight, I just played around with some photos and stuff and made it into this mega photo thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! But I don't think it looks really nice yet. So I'll finetune it a bit more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and Spears!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rotten day and wonderful evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112239024496038874?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112239024496038874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112239024496038874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/07/photoshop-60.html' title='Photoshop 6.0'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112230123933646749</id><published>2005-07-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:24:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monthly Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I'm seeing a rising number of people on my MSN list proclaiming stuff like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DaR DaR AND I = 1 MoNtH LiAO! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*~1 mOnTH, MaY OuR LoVe LastS FoReVa XxX~* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The classic example&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3  &lt;3 tAn Ah KoW! I lOVe YoU FoREVa!!! *~muacks!~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are the people who deserve to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN !! Hello!! You two are only together for one miserable, pathetic, short, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;month &lt;/span&gt;and now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrate &lt;/span&gt;your "One-Month-Anniversary"!? Hello! Wake up la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone has to celebrate one-month-anniversaries, then I'm sure people like your parents and mine sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pok gai &lt;/span&gt;liao la because they have been married for like 10 over odd years and must buy each other "presents" every one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days! They jump into a relationship without knowing the other party properly and then start crying when they break up. Every time I hear or see such cases, a super evil part in me will LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH with joy. *She jumped for joy! Another couple down!* They deserve it what! Actually, I really love to see girls cry. *Fuck, I'm just evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hopeless people are usually the ones who make a fool of themselves in the MRT, hang around shopping malls and tYpE lIkE ThAt. Call me a prude, but I think these teenagers are quite an insult to society. If only they can all die in a big explosion. Now, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Die, that means, I think Heeren sure close down 'cos no more lovely-dovey couples go there shop liao. Then also at this rate, Cathy, GV and Eng Wah also sure close down 'cos no one will go hanky panky in their cinemas liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when you celebrate such days, it only goes to show you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your relationship is not going to last so you guys have to celebrate that one and probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;anniversary you two will celebrate together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;ought to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your poor bruised little egos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assure, if I get a boyfriend in the future, I won't disgust all of you by TyPiNg LiKe ThAt or give him some sick lovely-dovey name and mention it every two or three sentence&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I'm such a prude, all you people who hate me, please spam on my tagboard now. Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me in real life, please don't "quote my blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't always say stuff like, "Yar, I know la, because you said on your blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whattttt&lt;/span&gt;.." or "Yar lor, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIXUAN &lt;/span&gt;say on her blog one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. So stop doing it. Thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My online personality is very wicked, very insane and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;sadistic. So actually, in real life, I'm a really nice person. Really sweet. I give up my seats to the elderly and I help the blind cross the road. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112230123933646749?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112230123933646749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112230123933646749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/07/monthly-thing.html' title='The Monthly Thing'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112221852773482836</id><published>2005-07-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:30:04.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 days</title><content type='html'>If a day in the House of God is a thousand days in the world, then at 1030 every sunday, five hundred days would have gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is just too short. But I shouldn't complain because the people in CHC only get 2 hours every service and they have to scram &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out &lt;/span&gt;of the hall the moment service is over because there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;people waiting out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got scolded by Pastor Chen last week for talking too much before and after service.&lt;br /&gt;(Service lor! Not even sermon! Like it's a sin to say hi to everyone in the room. Trash.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' trash. We are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;the old folks. Oh yeah, by the way, before service starts at the old folks side, it's like super silent. The moment I step in the hall (on days we have to, Teochew! YUCKS!), I rush to the back row and feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Pastor, I know you want us to 默祷，和静下来 before 聚会开始， but yeah, I promise I'll do that (I DO OK), but hello! This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youth &lt;/span&gt;service. YOUTH. I sure as hell DO NOT want to follow traditions. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youth &lt;/span&gt;service is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youth &lt;/span&gt;service unless there's some vibrancy and young voices chattering all around. Old people don't talk because they get tired the moment they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;start  &lt;/span&gt;climbing that two flights of stairs up to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have no guts to mention this fact in front of my pastor's face. I know I'll get a drill from him and because he speaks rapid chinese, I'll not be able to defend myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;. 我会讲华语！ 只是我讲得不好. But to tell the truth, I was half amused and half pissed the day he mentioned this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatso Poon has joined YHope. I can't believe it. I bet she's regretting it now.&lt;br /&gt;I was always secretly hoping she would join CHC, but I know she will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;be able to commit herself to travelling 1 hour to get to church each Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like SE la. Say wanna go CHC this morning, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;she won't be able to get up at 7 A.M in the morning. (Ok, but I must admit, takes A LOT out of me also when I really want to go on Sunday mornings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... Da Niu and I went to Yamaha today and ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/8472/zildijian15oi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 263px;" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/8472/zildijian15oi.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE SHALL TOUCH IT EXCEPT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys can have my Batam bought drumsticks to play with instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall skip PE on Thursday to go for SONICFEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall party with God for three days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I sound insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112221852773482836?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112221852773482836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112221852773482836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/07/1000-days.html' title='1000 days'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914673.post-112205049273233772</id><published>2005-07-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T01:04:51.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img290.imageshack.us/img290/3877/img48276lq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://img290.imageshack.us/img290/3877/img48276lq.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Spoilers Ahead!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This baby made me travel all the way to YCK MRT station to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn, damn, damn, traumatized now. Like very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeves are soaking with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when my Ah Gong passed away, I think I didn't even cry as much as this. The other time I wet my pillows was for a dude called Sirius Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about it tomorrow. I'm not in the right state of mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, screw it, I shall blog about it now. If I don't blog, I think I'll have to cry myself to sleep tonight. (Which I think, I will lor) Spoilers ahead, yes, I'm going to reveal a lot of things (well, not much) and you've got actually 30 seconds more before you read about it. Haven't read yet? You better press the back button and come back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;! *Burst out into heaving sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot accept the fact he's dead. Fuck, I'm crying again la! Boo Hoo.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he died in an absolutely, worthlessly, totally un-glam way. A wizard like him deserves to die in full glory, in full battle, but you know what?! He died from a killing curse aimed at him by Snape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNNBCCB!! SNAPE !! SNAPE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dumbledore was at his weakest and most frail when Snape killed him. Dumbledore is so noble, he knew Harry (hiding under his invisibility cloak) would try and stop Draco (yes, he's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to kill him.. But, aiya, long story) from killing him and so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pertrificus totalused&lt;/span&gt; Harry so he can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope Dumbledore will come back somehow and that Harry will kill Voldemort and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNAPE &lt;/span&gt;(especially Snape) at the end of book 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is especially dark. I kind of pity the poor kids who are still reading the front bits. My imagination got a bit wild over the cave part and I sort of freaked out. Anyway, the lovey-dovey bits are really kind of sick. What's with Harry kissing Ginny, Ginny kissing Dean, Hermione kissing Ron, Ron kissing Lavander around the book!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I think I'm Harry, so I get kind of turned off when I imagine myself kissing Ginny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is so dark and it also answers a lot of questions. Man, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm still crying and I've run out of tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914673-112205049273233772?l=ijen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112205049273233772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6914673/posts/default/112205049273233772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijen.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>Delighting you always</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rabexuAGKfY/SDu8JQ5_muI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/--TZh105m-M/S220/Image012.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
