<?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-13090431</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:50:03.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily log.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-2946775497479662490</id><published>2008-02-26T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:19:00.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26feb 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Meredith: As doctors, we're trained to be skeptical, because our patients lie to us all the time. The rule is, every patient is a liar until proven honest. Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth - honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree, whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth, the truth freaking hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Grey's Anatomy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-2946775497479662490?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/2946775497479662490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=2946775497479662490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/2946775497479662490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/2946775497479662490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2008/02/26feb-08.html' title='26feb 08'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-8659204442054743815</id><published>2008-02-22T03:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T03:25:40.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22feb 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;William: Would you like something to eat? Something to nibble? Apricots, soaked in honey? Quite why, no one knows, because it stops them from tasting like apricots and makes them taste like honey... and if you wanted honey, you could just, buy honey. Instead of apricots. But nevertheless they're yours if you want them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Notting Hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched Notting Hill and it was really funny and sweet. i love old movies like these. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-8659204442054743815?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/8659204442054743815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=8659204442054743815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8659204442054743815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8659204442054743815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2008/02/22feb-08.html' title='22feb 08'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-7045092869302353292</id><published>2008-02-15T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:18:24.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15feb 08</title><content type='html'>when i become a taitai one day, i'll stay at home and do nothing but all the handicrafts featured on the magazine Martha Stewart Living! she makes the nicest handicrafts can! i don't care what you say but Martha is cool. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-7045092869302353292?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/7045092869302353292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=7045092869302353292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7045092869302353292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7045092869302353292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2008/02/15feb-08.html' title='15feb 08'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-1618278617875895809</id><published>2008-01-01T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:56:22.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1jan 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye 2007!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't usually read the horoscope section when i'm browsing through a magazine because i think it's pure bull but as i was reading the 8Days today, (as if 8Days is any less bull than the horoscope section), i decided to read it anyway, just for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How will your 2008 look?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Love) You will be attracted to older or more experienced people, seduced by their air of wisdom and intrigued by the thought that they can teach you valuable lessons. Make sure you make the rught decisions though, and don't let anyone take you for a ride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost died laughing after i read it. WHAT THE HELL??!! does this mean i will fall for my uni profs? omg this is so disturbing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyhow, since i am weird, i shall write a Goodbye 2007-post in 2008! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;1. worked for the first time of my life at Spinelli&lt;br /&gt;2. moved house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feburary&lt;br /&gt;1. threw a housewarming party&lt;br /&gt;2. lasered off my "oil spots"&lt;br /&gt;3. got my motorola (red) phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;1. got my alevel results&lt;br /&gt;2. uni applications&lt;br /&gt;3. turned 19&lt;br /&gt;4. watched Phantom Of The Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;1. got accepted into NTU&lt;br /&gt;2. Day I Met The Prince&lt;br /&gt;3. quit from Spinelli&lt;br /&gt;4. started work at NUS Sheares Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;1. watched Phantom Of The Opera (again)&lt;br /&gt;2. bought myself a diamond ring *insert guilty look*&lt;br /&gt;3. ate without paying for the first time in my life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;1. worked my ass off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;1. did foh for Dim Sum Dollies&lt;br /&gt;2. freshmen camp&lt;br /&gt;3. quit from NUS Sheares Hall&lt;br /&gt;4. moved into NTU Hall 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;1. uni started!!&lt;br /&gt;2. had a belated birthday party :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;1. started salsa :)&lt;br /&gt;2. had 7645725 mid-term tests&lt;br /&gt;3. gave tuition for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;1. watched JBJ&lt;br /&gt;2. watched Kumar the Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;1. had examination blues&lt;br /&gt;2. watched The Pillowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;1. went back to church in 37846725 years *pats self on back*&lt;br /&gt;2. watched copious amounts of tv&lt;br /&gt;3. threw a smashing xmas party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-1618278617875895809?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/1618278617875895809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=1618278617875895809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1618278617875895809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1618278617875895809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2008/01/1jan-08.html' title='1jan 08'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-8286191359069012245</id><published>2007-12-22T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:52:55.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22dec 07</title><content type='html'>since the holidays had begun until now, i have finished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stairway to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;2) Heroes Season One&lt;br /&gt;3) Heroes Season Two&lt;br /&gt;4) Grey's Anatomy Season One&lt;br /&gt;5) Grey's Anatomy Season Two&lt;br /&gt;6) Grey's Anatomy Season Three&lt;br /&gt;7) Grey's Anatomy Season Four&lt;br /&gt;8) Parental Guidance&lt;br /&gt;9) Maggi &amp;amp; Me Season One&lt;br /&gt;10) halfway through Coffee Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-8286191359069012245?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/8286191359069012245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=8286191359069012245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8286191359069012245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8286191359069012245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/12/22dec-07.html' title='22dec 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-5885088526719526782</id><published>2007-12-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:18:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14dec 07</title><content type='html'>Guess what i found outside my door today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R2KekxlQiVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DF4JER1Cwb8/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143848079032617298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R2KekxlQiVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DF4JER1Cwb8/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thank you jack! it really made my day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-5885088526719526782?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5885088526719526782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=5885088526719526782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5885088526719526782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5885088526719526782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/12/14dec-07.html' title='14dec 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R2KekxlQiVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DF4JER1Cwb8/s72-c/IMG_1921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-4489581726759763946</id><published>2007-12-04T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T02:03:15.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4dec 07</title><content type='html'>this is insane, my head is pounding but i'm blogging instead of sleeping. -_- anyhow, after my exams on thursday, i went to Union Square with my salsa friends. here are the photos...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the people that frequent Union Square are experienced dancers, so for beginners like us, we were rather intimidated to dance. hence we either secretly practise first at the baggage area (see me and ahmad in the background in picture #1),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139824734326627474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RTXSlOHJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OqN7FCnq_Ps/s320/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or we cam-whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139824012772121666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RStSlOHEI/AAAAAAAAAas/vgBGjMPvBC8/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139824025657023570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RSuClOHFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-lwNprHxEMY/s320/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139824034246958178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RSuilOHGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jbkopUrIjno/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139824721441725570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RTWilOHII/AAAAAAAAAbM/KW9OSFPiF8Y/s320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139824734326627490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RTXSlOHKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4xtttkwQeFI/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no prize for guessing which was the easier option, haha. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyhow, that night was a blast! got to know some of my other salsa friends better, had the opportunity to throw my face in public -_- and got the chance to be ferried to and fro on a sexy Vespa! nyahaha. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay i'll spare you the minute details and i'll end off with the Photo of the Day... our hot salsa instructor caught in an unsexy pose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139824747211529394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RTYClOHLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/GxTiGuxYoFg/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-4489581726759763946?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/4489581726759763946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=4489581726759763946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4489581726759763946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4489581726759763946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/12/4dec-07.html' title='4dec 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RTXSlOHJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OqN7FCnq_Ps/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-8005296364659160366</id><published>2007-12-04T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T02:09:14.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3dec 07</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Don't read this if you are not comfortable with god-dy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever. -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isaiah 40:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went to church on sunday. that's like the first time this year? trust me i feel ashamed to even tell people that i am a christian when i hardly even step into church. a few weeks back when i met up with debra, she told me about this guy called Nick Vujicic (&lt;a href="http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/"&gt;http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/&lt;/a&gt;). he has no medical illness but was shockingly born without limbs. despite this, he was able to go about his daily life like a normal human being and even has a bachelor's degree! to date, he has travelled all around the world and preached to 2 million over people face-to-face. this man is amazing i tell you. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139809470012857394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RFeylOHDI/AAAAAAAAAak/weLGnIobdu4/s320/nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back she messaged me and said Nick was in singapore and he will be preaching on sunday and i instantly felt the need to go and listen to him. i was crying and crying throughout the time that Nick was preaching. he has so much faith and trust in God despite his circumstances! to quote him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's not about asking God to change our circumstance, but rather asking him to change our hearts so that He may use our circumstance to help others."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If I were given an opportunity to have limbs now, I'd rather not have them because it is through my weakness that I may be able to display God's strength."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Many times in life, we search for answers. Sometimes there are no answers at all. This is where we put our trust in God and walk by faith. Because God is real and he says that if you have faith the size of a mustard size, you will be able to move mountains."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay maybe it may not make sense to you because the concepts are rather disjointed but anyhow, it enlightened me a lot. i was fucking depressed over the weekend but after the service, i seriously felt a lot better because i realised that my anxiety and depression were uncalled for. i have heard some of what Nick preached in church a few times already but i guess the message only kicked in yesterday. since it was a youth service, what he said was of great relevance; he talked a lot about teenagers these days trying to live by the "world's" standards and not living by "God's" standards, for example, needing to get good grades, needing to look good, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cut the long story short, i am determined to re-commit myself to God and i hope that my determination will not falter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-8005296364659160366?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/8005296364659160366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=8005296364659160366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8005296364659160366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8005296364659160366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/12/3dec-07.html' title='3dec 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/R1RFeylOHDI/AAAAAAAAAak/weLGnIobdu4/s72-c/nick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-3692395176489189592</id><published>2007-11-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:54:40.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25nov 07</title><content type='html'>i think i need to clear some things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my post dated 19 November ("...you can always count on Baileys."), many people seem to have gotten the idea that i'm some alcoholic. i would like to say that no, i do not have an alcohol problem nor do i need to go for rehab anytime soon. *pulls an amy winehouse* HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;sabbie (cranky at 1am)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-3692395176489189592?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3692395176489189592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=3692395176489189592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3692395176489189592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3692395176489189592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/11/25nov-07.html' title='25nov 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-409246991166835736</id><published>2007-11-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:58:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19nov 07</title><content type='html'>i started this blog somewhere in early 2005 and to date, i haven't hit 100 posts yet. well this is because i periodically delete old/ silly/ mundane posts. i guess that is what most people do too- they take out things that are old and seemingly useless, for example, clothes, shoes and even friends... in recent months, i realised that some of my closest friends have drifted away from me. and perhaps vice versa. i have kinda like taken it in my stride, because this is part and parcel of life. when all else fails, you can always count on Baileys. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-409246991166835736?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/409246991166835736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=409246991166835736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/409246991166835736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/409246991166835736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/11/19nov-07.html' title='19nov 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-7686564744394768192</id><published>2007-11-12T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:00:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12nov 07</title><content type='html'>you know you have been logging in to edveNTUre too often when... you start typing in your student id when you want to log in to Facebook. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-7686564744394768192?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/7686564744394768192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=7686564744394768192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7686564744394768192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7686564744394768192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/11/12nov-07.html' title='12nov 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-1228029604689691086</id><published>2007-09-24T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:51:36.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24sept 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If She Can Do It, So Can You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yaye i is happy today because i made really yummy Mango Sago Dessert! just when i thought the one i ate at Central was out of this world... compared to that, the one i made was like out to Pluto and back! i really have to brag about this because for the longest time, i have been known to many to be a dud when it came to cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"PLEASE learn how to cook!" "You'll never get married like that!" &lt;/em&gt;and i would usually brush off comments like these by saying, "Nay my man will cook for me." haha but i secretly wished that i could at the very least, whip up something decent. well not so secret anymore, now that i've announced to the world that i want to be a housewife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember there was a time when Martha was such an inspiration to me and i said i wanted to make churros and truffles and stuff and suddenly there were no updates about it? haha let me show you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit A: How Churros Are Supposed To Look Like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rva1RtHBrNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cHkzZDfSWr0/s1600-h/churros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113473742697245906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rva1RtHBrNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cHkzZDfSWr0/s320/churros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exhibit B: How MY Churros Turned Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rva1SNHBrOI/AAAAAAAAAac/sycJplhnA8o/s1600-h/IMG_1042+failed+churros.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113473751287180514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rva1SNHBrOI/AAAAAAAAAac/sycJplhnA8o/s320/IMG_1042+failed+churros.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the pictures can speak for themselves. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhow, jerm passed me a recipe for Mango Sago Dessert and he said it was totally idiot-proof. of course i didn't want to try it lest i want to waste a whole bunch of mangoes. but yesterday mum bought so many mangoes, i was kinda sick of eating them already so i thought, why not give cooking another shot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i present to you my work...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113472497156730050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rva0JNHBrMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2PkinlQ5m20/s320/mangosago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is as good as it looks man. now now, you can either call me or email me if you want me to make this for you for Raya, housewarming etc. i'll give you good price! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-1228029604689691086?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/1228029604689691086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=1228029604689691086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1228029604689691086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1228029604689691086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/09/24sept-07.html' title='24sept 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rva1RtHBrNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cHkzZDfSWr0/s72-c/churros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-6181299919529968668</id><published>2007-09-15T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:37:56.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15sep 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Trouble Sleeping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is strange, i'm dead tired but i can't seem to get to sleep. there's a makeup tutorial tmr morning and hence i'm still in hall. roar i want to go home! i want to eat my wanton mee, munchy donuts and sleep on my comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but then again, the thought of lugging my huge and heavy duffel bag back home makes me not want to go home. call me weird but i just like the smell of machine-washed clothes and hence i don't wash my clothes in hall. :l as such, i think i have grown shorter. my friends have commented that i don't look 168-ish anymore. roar i have always been proud of my height but now i can't even feel model-esque! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i sound like some bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: get a boyfriend who can drive AND owns a car/ has access to a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he can double up as a male-servant. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-6181299919529968668?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/6181299919529968668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=6181299919529968668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/6181299919529968668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/6181299919529968668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/09/15sep-07.html' title='15sep 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-5136358348881241961</id><published>2007-09-10T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:06:32.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10sep 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Good Morning Sunshine, Earth Says Hello!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm back again. the weeks have been passing by so fast, it's mid-september already! the days when i was still making coffee in spinelli, rehearsing for Day I Met The Prince, coding cards in sheares hall suddenly seem so distant. now here i am, blogging while having my lunch while studying for J1 promos... O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yup i managed to get TWO kids to tuition over the weekend and i must say there is no better time to receive these tuition assignments than now for i am as broke as hell. at one point i was even contemplating whether to sell my organs or not. hur hur. university is damn ex please, must buy textbook, lab coat, models, yada yada plus everyday living expenses... :( i'm just praying i don't lose the tuition job. so for now, i need to figure out just what on earth Mathematical Induction is all about... :l AND i ought to figure that out fast because i still need to study for my bio mid-term exam. garh first paper is this week and MORE coming up next week. stress stress stress. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit the damn sispec people ought to stop bombing. it's bloody scary can! i just jumped out of my seat when i heard the blast. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news...&lt;br /&gt;1) managed to meet up with max before she left for Wisconsin! although i never managed to give her the card i wrote for her. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: mail it to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) met up with (almost all of) my j2 classmates. omg our class hasn't faded to oblivion, yaye that's a good thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) attended the sheares hall post-national day celebration. the event was a blast man! it's anything unlike what we have here in hall man. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) watched Hairspray! garh now me xueting and sheryl are like officially fangirls of zac efron. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) had my first salsa training class. performance team seh! :p haha, and my salsa instructor is damn hot. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) threw a surprise belated birthday celebration for azie at simpang. a little budget ah, but the celebration was a blast, nevertheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) met up with priyanka yesterday, along with lyn and vin. argh that woman will be leaving for the uk in a few weeks' time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to skip the lengthy grandmother stories this time and give a short update this time instead. anyhow, back to Mathematical Induction! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-5136358348881241961?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5136358348881241961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=5136358348881241961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5136358348881241961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5136358348881241961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/09/10sep-07.html' title='10sep 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-6222223124183912794</id><published>2007-09-03T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:11:19.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3sep 07</title><content type='html'>i think one of the main reason why i have stopped blogging/ started to blog irregularly is due to my inability to string a proper sentence together. because i am in hall 5/7 of the time, i have neither access to the news nor the newspapers. hence, the only information input i get is from lectures and tutorials. &lt;em&gt;1,3-diaxial interactions... torsional strain... steric hindrance...&lt;/em&gt; i think i am becoming dumb; uni makes you dumb. hur what an irony. like during lab today, i was either dreaming or really dumb because i could not even tell alycia that i needed a beaker. i was like, "Alycia, where do i get that thing? Erm that square square thing..." :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-6222223124183912794?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/6222223124183912794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=6222223124183912794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/6222223124183912794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/6222223124183912794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/09/3sep-07.html' title='3sep 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-1486986167211620392</id><published>2007-08-22T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:41:27.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22aug 07</title><content type='html'>my forensic science lecturer is damn cute please. not charming cute, but in a dorky sort of way. he's the toothbrush guy i wrote about in my post dated 19 April. like during breaks, he'll sit at one corner, take out his lunchbox and start munching on his biscuits like a little boy. cos the previous lecture we discussed a little on elements so following that, he posted a link on the intranet to... &lt;a href="http://www.privatehand.com/flash/elements.html"&gt;The Element Song&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: the song is really silly. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-1486986167211620392?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/1486986167211620392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=1486986167211620392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1486986167211620392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1486986167211620392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/08/22aug-07.html' title='22aug 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-3315544517072372833</id><published>2007-08-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:28:13.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11aug 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For: Azie, Lallie, Lina, Dils, Naz, Roy &amp; Vin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, naz bunked in with me since hanna wasn't going to be staying in until sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NLbSzomI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMawADo_n5g/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097455949442163298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NLbSzomI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMawADo_n5g/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097455958032097906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NL7SzonI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9RP2BhTTx2M/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;on friday, after we had our lunner (lunch + dinner), naz said she needed the toilet so she went out of the room. then when she came back, i heard this rapid knock on my door and i so started to panic, cos i thought it was going to be the hall office people, since you know, naz is a squatter... so i looked through the peep-hole and i could see that the person covered it with her thumb. i was getting really nervous now. so i looked over at naz and opened the door slowly. and then i saw AZIE, LALLIE, LINA and DILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NMLSzooI/AAAAAAAAAYA/roBYuUw7qNI/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097455962327065218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NMLSzooI/AAAAAAAAAYA/roBYuUw7qNI/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NMbSzopI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jeUt9xCA5rI/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097455966622032530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NMbSzopI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jeUt9xCA5rI/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they were like dripping in sweat and it was a really funny sight, haha. cos my birthday celebration this year was rather pathetic and i grumbled to azie quite a bit but never in my wildest imagination would i have thought that they would ACTUALLY celebrate my birthday for me again! it was really sweet of them to travel all the way to ntu, cos hell it's a damn long journey la. i really appreciated their efforts. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NMrSzoqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SFEkdTlNpOs/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097455970916999842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NMrSzoqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SFEkdTlNpOs/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;characteristics of hostelites: sloppy dressing. (see: sabrina.) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N97SzorI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jla-y7RgyyM/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097456817025557170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N97SzorI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jla-y7RgyyM/s320/P1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after the girls left, vin and roy wanted to meet up with us cos they just got their ns pay. it could only mean one thing: suck their blood! :D haha. roy CABBED us from boon lay to town and we went to The Balcony. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had a mojito, roy had a boston beach party and naz had a MOCKTAIL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N-bSzosI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-wgHOjJghnQ/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097456825615491778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N-bSzosI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-wgHOjJghnQ/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N-rSzotI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0BmU-L-u09k/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097456829910459090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N-rSzotI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0BmU-L-u09k/s320/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N_LSzouI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1nfTX48SQV4/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097456838500393698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N_LSzouI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1nfTX48SQV4/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N_rSzovI/AAAAAAAAAY4/f8AbFkw2KbI/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097456847090328306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3N_rSzovI/AAAAAAAAAY4/f8AbFkw2KbI/s320/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yummy quick fucks and slippery nipples. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097458135580517122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PKrSzowI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JOJaeVv91g8/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PK7SzoxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/amPBDEmOayI/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097458139875484434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PK7SzoxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/amPBDEmOayI/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; honestly i do not know if he's trying to act cute or act like a pig, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PLbSzoyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HXruPx-pWqo/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097458148465419042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PLbSzoyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HXruPx-pWqo/s320/P1010039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ACTION ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PLrSzozI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tJY8hDnP-eE/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097458152760386354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PLrSzozI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tJY8hDnP-eE/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PMLSzo0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/IJhIpMMtsvI/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097458161350320962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3PMLSzo0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/IJhIpMMtsvI/s320/P1010050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GUYS! you have no idea how much this gesture means to me, i reeeeeally appreciate your efforts. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-3315544517072372833?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3315544517072372833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=3315544517072372833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3315544517072372833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3315544517072372833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/08/11aug-07.html' title='11aug 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rr3NLbSzomI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rMawADo_n5g/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-5143578291938758843</id><published>2007-08-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:16:18.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8aug 07</title><content type='html'>(don't sms or call me, because i stupidly left my phone in hall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently taking six modules- 3 chem, 1 math, 1 phy and 1 econs- and i surprisingly still have my mondays free, not that i intentionally planned it that way. hence my first day of school was spent doing... NOTHING. haha. since hanna was gonna be away at class and i was gonna be alone in the room, i planned to visit SH and have lunch with griddy at the same time. lunch, however, did not materialise because griddy had to rush off somewhere at the eleventh hour (grr!), so i just had to bum around the office and chat with my (nice) ex-colleagues. not that it was a really bad tradeoff. :) managed to get my hands on the swoc and rag shirt that day. so yaye! more shirts to add to my SH collection. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back to hall, naz was in the room and she seemed to be making herself really comfortable inside. although it was clearly the humble abode of mine and hanna's! haha just kidding. bummed around before heading for dinner at the canteen and boy was the food at the canteen expensive! sigh. hence cereal's like my closest buddy now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we pretty-ed ourselves up and headed for the joint hall bash which was to be held at the audi and the place was packed! although we reached fashionably late, the party still hasn't started so we were cursing under breaths for rushing ourselves like mad. the party started at 11pm and the audi instantly transformed into a... CLUB. (gasp) haha. i don't know, it just felt strange to be dancing my ass off in school; it just sounds wrong. Double O hosted the party and the drinks were going at $5/ glass and $18/ jug. i was almost tempted to get some, but did not! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while me and dancing queen, hanna, were on the dancefloor, this random guy suddenly came up to us and gave us a jug of Screwdriver saying he didn't want it because the bartender gave him the wrong drink. i was like, "WOW today is my lucky day!" hence i polished the entire jug by myself, since hanna cannot drink for obvious reasons. guess what, the alcohol hardly even kicked in after i finished the jug. no wonder they were selling the drinks so cheaply; it was a SCAM! haha thank goodness i did not buy any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 12, they started playing trance/ techno songs so we left with throngs on people behind us as well. haha. roar such a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday! still had no lessons that day because tutorials only start in week 2. :l but i got up early to do my subject registration. the damn IT centre just had to screw up at that time and so we couldn't drop the modules we got exempted from. hence i couldn't add french into my timetable. fuck one! so i watched the vacancy for french class dwindle from like 20+ to zero. urgh, so when they FINALLY fixed the problem, the only module left for me to add was what, ECONOMICS. fuck two! like hello, i did not pay to come to the university to study subjects i have already studied before. felt damn frustrated that day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the entire day was just spent on subject registration and printing lecture notes. because hanna didn't have class on wednesday and friday, she said she wanted to go home on tuesday. i really didn't want to stay in the room alone because firstly, our neighbours are damn unfriendly and secondly, i know no one else in hall. so i packed my stuff and headed home after i was done. ahh never felt like going home so badly in my entire lifetime. it felt so good, much like a puff of cigarette for a chain smoker who has been starved for days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had physics lecture this morning and since the notes weren't up on the intranet yet, i had to lug my lappie back home and back to school. gosh when my left arm could finally rest, the muscle was so tense, my arm just started twitching as if it was a separate entity from the rest of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my first lecture went well. the lecturer was vietnamese and so he has a weird accent. he pronounces mass as "mars", scalar as "scar-la" and multiply as "moo-tee-ply". i swear it was really entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because all thanks to you, i get a break off school. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-5143578291938758843?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5143578291938758843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=5143578291938758843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5143578291938758843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5143578291938758843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/08/8aug-07_08.html' title='8aug 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-7272193157689621860</id><published>2007-07-31T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:58:43.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1aug 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lucy In Sky With Diamonds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time seems to be whizzing past me cos as if without warning, i'm starting UNIVERSITY next week. this is awfully freaky cos it means my 10 month holiday is going to be over soon! :( suddenly i have this urge to do all the things i failed to accomplish in the holidays but my fatigue is getting the better of me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my previous entry was so bah. so since i have the time now, i will write a nice entry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay friday was my last day at SH. i was such a shameless arse i told mum not to help me pack lunch for work cos i thought people would ask me out for lunch. haha turns out, my friend did ask me out for lunch but it started RAINING like crazy at 11 and it didn't stop until 2 so i couldn't go out for lunch. so i stayed in and starved! *snort* luckily there was some leftover cake in the fridge in the lounge so i had to eat that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i had work to clear up before i leave, i had to do OT. uh yes, so i left at 615. on my way out i bumped into the swoc people. they asked me to join them for dinner and i was starving as hell but i had to decline them cos i was to meet NAZ (yaye!) at 7 and i was running late already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so goodbye.. :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093399790917755266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kH7SzoYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/suwV5f2i5sQ/s200/2843818790064771945uCZyFr_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at that turkish place in far east before proceeding to DFS Galleria. we were kinda running out of shopping haunts so we thought, might as well go there since neither of us have entered there before. DFS Galleria was like the entire of Beverly Hills squished into one building- all the rich brands we poor fucks will never be able to afford. for now, that is. HAHA. all the pretty bags! garh it was moments like those that we wished we had a sugar daddy or sucker for a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday! was supposed to have a class outing but in the end, everyone suddenly had something on so it was just reduced to me and sheryl. haha but it's okay, i hearts sheryl. :) cos she couldn't use the family car so she came in her family friend's car which was black in colour. when i reached the bottom of my block, i saw 2 black cars- one Toyota and the other a BMW. both cars had tinted windscreens so i couldn't make out the driver. when i approached the BMW, i saw sheryl waving frantically at me and i was like, "OMG OMG i'm going to ride in a BMW! this is dope!" sheryl being sheryl, we got lost and so we took slightly longer to reach ikea. but i'm not complaining, cos i was riding in a BMW. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sexy machine.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kIbSzoZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4dhNFDUF3fM/s1600-h/2387142360064771945jXBezg_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093399799507689874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kIbSzoZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4dhNFDUF3fM/s200/2387142360064771945jXBezg_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kIrSzoaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bPU60WVjqBA/s1600-h/2812078760064771945EphUPo_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093399803802657186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kIrSzoaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bPU60WVjqBA/s200/2812078760064771945EphUPo_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we went shopping around for stuff to put in my hall room. the clearance sale was crazy, everyone was just grabbing everything as if it were free. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday! caught God's Favourite at the substation, a play produced by Upstage- an independent theatre company set up by some of the drama people. my date for the day was dinesh and he was late! roar, so we missed the first 5 minutes of the show. haha but i'm not complaining cos if he hadn't asked me, i would've missed a good show. the show was really funny but looking beyond that, the whole atmosphere was very intimate in that it was show put up by a group of people who have a deep passion for theatre and not because they did it (solely) for profiteering. after the show, me clare hazel and dinesh went to starbucks to chill and catch up. yaye i enjoy activities like these cos it's very relaxing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kJLSzobI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UimrD814L4o/s1600-h/2492358710064771945kaWmoP_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093399812392591794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kJLSzobI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UimrD814L4o/s200/2492358710064771945kaWmoP_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kJbSzocI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jbBvp7KJ_vc/s1600-h/2195346880064771945rNKwcD_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093399816687559106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kJbSzocI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jbBvp7KJ_vc/s200/2195346880064771945rNKwcD_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yesterday! went down to hall to move some of my stuff in. gosh heaven must hate us a lot cos the moment the bus entered campus, it started pouring! :( well, the room was very very dirty so we had like massive cleaning to do. all in all, the room was passable but the toilets were... EEW. sigh i is sad cos i'm going to miss my room a lot. bedroom picspam coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hall thirteen!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k07SzodI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1Qpi5pJVC04/s1600-h/2330876740064771945PFCIQq_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093400564011868626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k07SzodI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1Qpi5pJVC04/s200/2330876740064771945PFCIQq_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [jinru is in 06-1302! uber cool.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k1LSzoeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Fsp2pRNtWKw/s1600-h/2439960760064771945miJWQO_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093400568306835938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k1LSzoeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Fsp2pRNtWKw/s200/2439960760064771945miJWQO_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [humble abode of hanna and sab.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k1bSzofI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LJnHlVp2a-4/s1600-h/2421872070064771945GORMie_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093400572601803250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k1bSzofI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LJnHlVp2a-4/s200/2421872070064771945GORMie_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [MY pretty room. :( as you can see i'm a massive fan of POTO.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k2LSzogI/AAAAAAAAAXA/almdBZB95Lc/s1600-h/2275712680064771945FzSNkL_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093400585486705154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k2LSzogI/AAAAAAAAAXA/almdBZB95Lc/s200/2275712680064771945FzSNkL_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[this is the truest representation of my bed; i never make my bed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093400594076639762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9k2rSzohI/AAAAAAAAAXI/n5Sc0P7l0F8/s200/2512125540064771945WGzgHi_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my poster! hehe.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9lb7SzoiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Y0241PxeZ_4/s1600-h/2041760770064771945hwYtnL_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093401234026766882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9lb7SzoiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Y0241PxeZ_4/s200/2041760770064771945hwYtnL_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9lb7SzojI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1E3womrkxDY/s1600-h/2706414990064771945pjDeGg_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093401234026766898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9lb7SzojI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1E3womrkxDY/s200/2706414990064771945pjDeGg_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[my zocard-covered cardboard.] &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093401246911668818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9lcrSzolI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oLIomEtuZw0/s200/2546424000064771945nkflbI_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;[pretty tealight holders i got from ikea.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9lcbSzokI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3mqvnPefjfs/s1600-h/2009803930064771945RJjMjn_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093401242616701506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9lcbSzokI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3mqvnPefjfs/s200/2009803930064771945RJjMjn_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-7272193157689621860?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/7272193157689621860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=7272193157689621860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7272193157689621860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7272193157689621860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/07/1aug-07.html' title='1aug 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rq9kH7SzoYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/suwV5f2i5sQ/s72-c/2843818790064771945uCZyFr_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-2863354210271289350</id><published>2007-07-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:30:37.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21jul 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Trippy Day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: finish this post by today.&lt;br /&gt;time start: 2104hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was supposed to have been my last day at work at Sheares Hall but because it is the busy period for the office now, boss wants me to extend another week. so from now till next friday, i will be wmao (working my ass off). haha that is a new abbrev i created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been at SH for nearly three months and hell i love that place- students to be exact. they are a really nice and friendly bunch and hence i have made quite a few friends there now. not to mention, found a few old ones. did i mention i actually found my primary five buddy, kim? you know the ones who accompanied you everywhere on your first few weeks at school when you were in primary one? yup i was really happy when i met her cos i was very close to her back then but we lost contact after she graduated. she is in her fifth year in med school now. rarr i wished i had a fraction of her intelligence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my list of eye candies has grown reasonably long. :D well "Trippy Day" actually referred to wednesday. i was resting my heavy ass on a chair after lunch when my eye candy walked up to the counter. X1 was on his way out for lunch and asked if i wanted anything from outside. mind you, it was raining cats and dogs outside. it is the little gestures like these that brighten my (gloomy) day at work. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albeit i love SH, i really dislike some of my colleagues. bitch #1 is really anal, inflexible and bossy. once she gave me this lecture just because i stapled this document wrongly. not because i got the order of the pages wrong but because i stapled it vertically instead of diagonally. (!!) also, she has this really nasty habit of liking to mess up my table. look dude, if you need a piece of document from me, you open your mouth to ask, not plough through my stuff and make my table look like Hurricane Katrina just swept through it. it is utter disrespect to my personal space. one day i was really pissed so when she told me she was expecting a fax (i am sitting under the fax machine), i immediately shredded the fax when it came in. HAHA office politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch #2... hmm cannot really consider her my colleague because she doesn't do any admin work at all. she just eats, drinks her coffee and reads newspaper in the office. like seriously! yup, so now you know where your exorbitant tuition fees are going too now huh. she is really quite bitchy and she is only nice to MALES. like whenever she is talking to a male, be it young or old, she transforms into this giggly schoolgirl. it is a really terrible sight, considering she is in her sixties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough said. now for a proper update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. some weeks back limin came over to SH to specially have lunch with me. omg she rebonded her hair! it was really nice of her (even though she only had to take a bus from AC as she was there earlier that morning). haha. did not manage to catch up properly as my lunch was only an hour and she was late! rarr. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a week later, sheryl drove to SH to help me bring my fridge (which i bought from a graduating senior) back home. i finished work at 530 but she only arrived at 810 cos she took many many wrong turns. haha i wasn't the least surprised at all. so while i was waiting at the lobby, X2's friends who were in the RAG area kept teasing me, "Eh eh X2 is free now! He can send you home!" heh. :l anyway, on the car ride back we were singing and laughing like mad hyenas. ahh how reminiscing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. had my 5D4N faculty camp. but i say it was 5 days too long. throughout the camp we were rushing to wait and waiting to rush and it was quite frustrating. :( anyhow, i have made quite a number of friends, so i won't be like some lonely soul on the first day at school. thank god! i must say it was quite a culture shock for me at first because NTU is really like... Chinatown. infer. the thing that bugged me the most was this irri OGL i had. she made us AC people seem like rare exhibits in a museum just because of the way we spoke. once she asked, "Isn't it tiring having to speak like this all the time?" like hello, NO? i was never taught to speak otherwise what. rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. caught Dim Sum Dollies! it was just really funny. anyway if you missed it, they will be having a re-run next february, so don't worry. i had really good view from where i was sitting- stall seats, plus it was the middle row and middle seat. best of all, it was FREE! :) cos kai was doing front-of-house for DSD but she needed a replacement for a few shows so she roped me in to help her. the incentive: 4 shows = 2 complimentary tickets. hence i was really busy the past 2 weekends. met sheryl and her family and darius when they came to watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was through this stint that i met dawn, one of my church friends whom i got to know during one camp. eck, Singapore is really too miniscule! haha. there was one show where me and dawn were assigned to Circle 3 instead of the main Foyer. so when our manager walked away, we went to chat with the lady at the bar. she was really nice cos she gave us champagne and chocolates! yaye we heart the Esplanade staff! haha. on the last day, me and dawn went to Max Brenners. ahh the chocolate was simply orgasmic! that caused my cough to recur but it was worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. sheryl got into the Teenage Icon Semis so me xt and liz went to support her at Suntec. haven't seen xt since her hospitalisation saga. hehe. silly host took so long to begin the show i had to leave even before i got to see sheryl perform cos i had to report at the Esplanade. rarr. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. met up with LYNDON JAMES PENSON CARA LINGBAOAN (hope i got the order right) on tuesday. he is leaving for taiwan tonight so i thought i had better meet with him since i have not seen him in eons! we went to Carl's Junior at vivo and the burgers really aren't that big. i polished one myself and i only felt 90% full, not like exploding-full or anything. he insisted on giving me a treat and said that he will continue treating me next time so that he can exchange for sex in lieu of payment in future. HAHA. pardon us, we always talk like this. :) at least we know, the army hasn't robbed away lyndon's sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089667258179100978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIhZ7SzoTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6QZq58bCcfc/s200/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIhZLSzoSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4Wv6U9j8gbU/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089667245294199074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIhZLSzoSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4Wv6U9j8gbU/s200/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089669744965165426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIjqrSzoXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0NsFkJgAz9Y/s200/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089667279653937490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIhbLSzoVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1_o6QpMbCvU/s200/IMG_1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089666184437276898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIgbbSzoOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ivLHhczjBS0/s200/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089667296833806690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIhcLSzoWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6C72U_X5N4Y/s200/IMG_1357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089666141487603922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIgY7SzoNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AmMzF21_79I/s200/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089666193027211506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIgb7SzoPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/YShUtMfbJmA/s200/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089666205912113410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIgcrSzoQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HGigto2xULU/s200/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089666227386949906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIgd7SzoRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/va-CDUi9t-Y/s200/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;time end: 2326hrs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-2863354210271289350?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/2863354210271289350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=2863354210271289350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/2863354210271289350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/2863354210271289350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/07/21jul-07.html' title='21jul 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RqIhZ7SzoTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6QZq58bCcfc/s72-c/IMG_1304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-1195956025662817857</id><published>2007-07-08T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:04:39.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8jul 07</title><content type='html'>i tagged on lyndie's blog some weeks back and his reply was so uber funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......A regimental duty on top of my punishment may be thrust upon my virgin ass anytime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab said: your ass is not virgin and we all know that. NYAHAHA! :p&lt;br /&gt;lyn said: Sab. You should know. Let’s do it again! Nyahaha back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha inside joke. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-1195956025662817857?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/1195956025662817857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=1195956025662817857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1195956025662817857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1195956025662817857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/07/8jul-07.html' title='8jul 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-8425653893971859425</id><published>2007-06-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:57:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30jun 07</title><content type='html'>on page 82 of the July issue of LIME... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RoYokrWPpAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YjaUh2Ck0_I/s1600-h/LIME.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081793840110609410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RoYokrWPpAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YjaUh2Ck0_I/s400/LIME.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/13090431-8425653893971859425?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/8425653893971859425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=8425653893971859425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8425653893971859425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8425653893971859425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/06/30jun-07.html' title='30jun 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RoYokrWPpAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YjaUh2Ck0_I/s72-c/LIME.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-1926263706864806363</id><published>2007-06-22T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:28:34.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22jun 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Surprise! I am FINALLY online.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you can add another adjective to sab: procrastinator. this post has been saved under my Drafts folder for almost more than a month already and i'm only posting it now! sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working 50-hours a week is quite tiring so now my system automatically shuts down at 2330. hence i can no longer chat online to the wee hours of the night after i return home from work, thus explaining my long long "hiatus". :( lots of things have been happening at work- good and bad. i've kind of grown attached to the people and the hall, so much so that i feel like switching to NUS now. roar this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eck it's just a pity that i haven't been able to update regularly cos all the happening/ interesting things i did during the past month are beginning to lose its flavour already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, in the past month i...&lt;br /&gt;1) attended the Zouk flea market&lt;br /&gt;2) grossly embarrassed my army friends along with azlallienaz&lt;br /&gt;3) JOGGED :)&lt;br /&gt;4) gone clubbing twice consecutively in a week, at Zouk and MoS respectively&lt;br /&gt;5) met Max Loong TWICE CONSECUTIVELY at the abovementioned places&lt;br /&gt;6) sneaked into MoS&lt;br /&gt;7) found cheap drinks which can get you high in ten minutes (HELLO Amsterdam!)&lt;br /&gt;8) went to the dentist *flashes pearlie whites*&lt;br /&gt;9) went back to Spinelli &lt;s&gt;for free food and drinks&lt;/s&gt; to visit the gang&lt;br /&gt;10) got a treat at Sushi Tei from hellboy ($70 per person leh!)&lt;br /&gt;11) attended sheryl's gig and got embarrassed by her boyfriend after that, grr.&lt;br /&gt;12) met up with my 2h classmates for yummy orgasmic CJ xiaolongbaos&lt;br /&gt;13) met up with the ac drama people at kass' house&lt;br /&gt;14) had lunch with my primary school buddy, Kim (yayzers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a long list of things i'd say, considering the fact that my life basically revolves around work and tv only now. :( thus, all the unhealthy food + lack of sleep have culminated to a nasty cold/ cough i'm having now. i cough so violently, i sound like i have lung cancer. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need rest. PRONTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i go. photos! since my com is being nice today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078921249103645938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnvz938BjPI/AAAAAAAAATY/9V6GvEhbnWE/s200/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zouk Flea Market)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078921017175411938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RnvzwX8BjOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bKW_ptVttRA/s200/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Met the boys at Pasir Ris.) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv1dX8BjXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/L434xSudp2U/s1600-h/vaunt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078922889781153138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv1dX8BjXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/L434xSudp2U/s200/vaunt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Vaunt II at Zouk. Wearing my over-worn cheongsam top again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078921416607370498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv0Hn8BjQI/AAAAAAAAATg/Mc0nOziNmtI/s200/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MoS with Jane and Max!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078921549751356690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv0PX8BjRI/AAAAAAAAATo/pGHbRjlTfvE/s200/04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078921700075212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv0YH8BjSI/AAAAAAAAATw/NCia5DOISZw/s200/max+loong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's because of people like Max Loong that's why we have global warming. ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078922391564946770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv1AX8BjVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6w1c8-91D84/s200/IMG_1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(I am sashimi-lovin'!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv1MH8BjWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/VNzPfx8sAfo/s1600-h/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078922593428409698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv1MH8BjWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/VNzPfx8sAfo/s200/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Had a bit too much sake. Face all red now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv04n8BjUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wPGgZLx6WRI/s1600-h/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078922258420960578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv04n8BjUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wPGgZLx6WRI/s200/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Spinelli.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv0sH8BjTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w2RmOYPvsBQ/s1600-h/22-06-07_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078922043672595762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnv0sH8BjTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w2RmOYPvsBQ/s200/22-06-07_0952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Some of the zany little things i teach my boss' son to do. HAHA.)&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/13090431-1926263706864806363?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/1926263706864806363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=1926263706864806363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1926263706864806363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1926263706864806363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/06/22jun-07.html' title='22jun 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rnvz938BjPI/AAAAAAAAATY/9V6GvEhbnWE/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-5842427876953964555</id><published>2007-06-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:38:42.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3jun 07</title><content type='html'>when sabbie gets bored, she does what she does best- surf youtube. so i managed to watch 200 Pounds Beauty and Seducing Mr Perfect, both korean movies. i've found myself a new eye candy... Daniel Henney from Seducing Mr Perfect. omg this guy is fucking hot and he makes me nose-bleed. i never knew men this hot would exist. wait, they do! but only in Hollywood or in fact anywhere but Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Henney is a cross between Daniel Wu and Utt, both brilliantly hot guys. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071847180977738930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RmLSI6k-lLI/AAAAAAAAATI/VZWL_0G60Ns/s320/seducing+mr+perfect-+daniel+henney.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-5842427876953964555?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5842427876953964555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=5842427876953964555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5842427876953964555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5842427876953964555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/06/3jun-07.html' title='3jun 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RmLSI6k-lLI/AAAAAAAAATI/VZWL_0G60Ns/s72-c/seducing+mr+perfect-+daniel+henney.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-7315775357795719398</id><published>2007-05-28T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:31:51.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28may 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;/edit&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Monday Blues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aircon in my office is turned off but i'm wrapped in my jacket and quivering; my throat feels like it's on fire. i think i'm falling sick. whoo that can only be a good thing. shoots, i'm quoting from Martha now. haha. i like Martha! she makes me feel like becoming a full-time housewife cos she makes cooking, decorating the house and the likes sound so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on what i did during the weekend- met up with the girls from Day I Met The Prince (where's Sherilyn?) for a night at arab street. i'm really lazy to think of what to write, so here's from max's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sab was dying to shisha, and everyone else was a &lt;strong&gt;shisha virgin&lt;/strong&gt;. She corrupted us all that night, with that damned Grape Mint shisha! Sab got sooo high it bordered on disturbing. But she wasn't even high on the shisha. She was just high knowing she was shisha-ing. Personally, I felt nothing. It's yummy though! And it's a good excuse to sit your friends down for a few hours, just lazing around and chatting. And soooo cheap too!&lt;/p&gt;Max: I think I'll order some calamari.&lt;br /&gt;Bind: Eh isn't that like lime juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Max and Sab stare blankly at Bind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Lime juice? &lt;em&gt;Then realisation, followed by horror.&lt;/em&gt; BINDI THAT'S &lt;strong&gt;KALAMANSI&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: OMG you know just now, some guy nearly tried to knock me down while I was on the phone with you guys??&lt;br /&gt;Max: No wayy...&lt;br /&gt;Jane: YEAH! He was like driving really slowly behind me and when he finally drove by he was like giving me the Fuck Off Face! Like URGH whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Max: You were standing in the middle of the road?&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Yeahh. &lt;em&gt;(Like, duh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: It's people like you that I will hate when I learn how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something astonishing was revealed at the table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: LIKE, OHH-EMM-EFF-GEE?!??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;Stops laughing IMMEDIATELY and points fork directly at Jane&lt;/em&gt; OH MY GOD DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN... EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bunch of un-hot Arab guys sit down at the table next to ours and one of them attempts to ask Bindi out. She refuses, but he is insistent (and kind of creepy too).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo: You want to go Sentosa?&lt;br /&gt;Bindi: No.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo: Zoo?&lt;br /&gt;Bindi: No.&lt;br /&gt;Jane: LOOK, DUDE - SHE'S LESBIAN. &lt;em&gt;Kisses Bind on the CHEEK. Haha. Weirdo refuses to acknowledge Jane and keeps repeating the same questions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Say it with me now -&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Ohhhh-emmmm-efffff-geeeee!!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to scam El-Sheikh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the 2nd floor, and when we left nobody bothered to check if we'd paid. They were all so polite even, as we left! Doing their table-waiting obligatory 'Bye's' and 'See you again's'... After like 100m we started running though. Me and Sab ran because we were high from the rush of escaping payment+fear of getting caught; Jane and Bind ran because they thought Arab men were chasing us; Xuehui ran because everyone else was running. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we just sat at Blu Jaz Cafe, eating brownies and indulging in sordid gossip. Ooh! Then Xuehui's investment banker friends came by, Jane left... and Sab and I were the only two girls left with our brains fully intact and functioning. Xuehui and Bindi were in full flirty bimbo mode, complete with flirty laugh, hair flicking and full-on 'OMG YOU'RE SO INTERESTING TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE' lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and Sab exchange looks.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Whispering Is it me or did everyone's IQ drop by half while I wasn't looking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070221797849207922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3Kk-lHI/AAAAAAAAASo/AyPu0pjuGnk/s200/2128663650064771945bjPutf_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070221806439142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3qk-lKI/AAAAAAAAATA/pCepZsUDL6g/s200/2827087720064771945HojQSi_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3Kk-lGI/AAAAAAAAASg/mii985AvSkQ/s1600-h/2007323390064771945RzdeKY_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070221797849207906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3Kk-lGI/AAAAAAAAASg/mii985AvSkQ/s200/2007323390064771945RzdeKY_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3ak-lII/AAAAAAAAASw/0JBgR5Mt5rc/s1600-h/2216793720064771945gNUnjf_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070221802144175234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3ak-lII/AAAAAAAAASw/0JBgR5Mt5rc/s200/2216793720064771945gNUnjf_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3ak-lJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zkaJ2ek8gfo/s1600-h/2551310490064771945vRMtHV_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070221802144175250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3ak-lJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zkaJ2ek8gfo/s200/2551310490064771945vRMtHV_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then on sunday i went to watch Pirates of the Caribbean with sheryl, her sister and ben. me and claire felt so extra so we were just having our own private conversation all the while. when we met sheryl's parents for lunch, her dad actually thought i was claire's classmate, ie. i look 12. and guess what, my other bosses didn't think that i was 19. haha great, i have an identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates was good! although i was really confused midway with all that double/ triple-crossing. and damn i missed the after-credits. they supposedly showed a scene where will reunites with elizabeth and their son 10 years later. roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-7315775357795719398?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/7315775357795719398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=7315775357795719398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7315775357795719398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7315775357795719398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/05/28may-07.html' title='28may 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0L3Kk-lHI/AAAAAAAAASo/AyPu0pjuGnk/s72-c/2128663650064771945bjPutf_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-7476280207452954003</id><published>2007-05-24T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:25:56.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24may 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;/edit Random Post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuts are just about the worst things to munch on when you're in the office because they have so much fats in them! roar. that explains my flabby arms + stomach + legs now. i seriously need to exercise but i can never find the time to do so. not because i'm lazy but i'm so darn tired when i get home, i fall asleep while eating dinner sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time check: 11.02&lt;br /&gt;58 more minutes to lunch and 58 more minutes to Martha. (somehow Martha has a pseudo evil-looking grin.) hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today boss gave me some magazines to read (he encourages me to slack!) and in that pile, i found a Maxim. because whenever our hall has any functions, these publishers will sponsor magazines for us to give out, so boss kept the extra copies in his office. but Maxim is just so inappropriate to give out at functions for students. i should give it to vin/ lyn to relieve their carnal desires while in the army. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the chicken rice at school (steamed chicken, thigh meat, more skin and more rice). i miss the void deck because that's the place where we girls all go crazy and yak at 10000 decibels. i miss the empty space at the back of the classroom because that's the place where we practise our gym moves. i miss my classmates. i miss school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no fear! uni's starting soon! whoo! living with my roomie hanna, naz in the same school as me and seeing my beloved benzene rings all day everyday. life's gonna be great and i just know it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i met up with sheryl xt and limin at vivo. silly ingrid couldn't make it. the moment i met them i instantly unleashed my (suppressed) cranky self. i can't act cranky in the office because there's no one to act cranky with me. wait more like no one talks the entire day. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we walked around vivo. attempting to play rugby with watermelons in the supermarket, trying out the Flabolos machine at Osim, singing along to the karaoke songs in Cha-Melon (get the joke?) and getting ourselves lost trying to find the carpark. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Kg6k-lAI/AAAAAAAAARw/_l2VIbFF5rM/s1600-h/CIMG3400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070220316085490690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Kg6k-lAI/AAAAAAAAARw/_l2VIbFF5rM/s200/CIMG3400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0KhKk-lBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sEj4ZJcB8LA/s1600-h/CIMG3407editedcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070220320380458002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0KhKk-lBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sEj4ZJcB8LA/s200/CIMG3407editedcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Khak-lCI/AAAAAAAAASA/kcZBfisqvWk/s1600-h/CIMG3413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070220324675425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Khak-lCI/AAAAAAAAASA/kcZBfisqvWk/s200/CIMG3413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Khak-lDI/AAAAAAAAASI/6vBZltyy-FA/s1600-h/CIMG3418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070220324675425330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Khak-lDI/AAAAAAAAASI/6vBZltyy-FA/s200/CIMG3418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheryl drove all of us home. we were like ooh-ing and ahh-ing in the car because it was so hilarious watching her drive. making wrong turns and changing lanes at every traffic light. haha. the total journey would probably only take us about half an hour but we spent more than an hour on the road! AND i discovered i am a closet psycho-murderer. everytime there were people walking near the curb i'd scream, "Run them down! Run them down!" luckily i'm not taking driving lessons now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Khqk-lEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tBC5zbOv0Xo/s1600-h/CIMG3426edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070220328970392642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Khqk-lEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tBC5zbOv0Xo/s200/CIMG3426edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070220479294248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Kqak-lFI/AAAAAAAAASY/o4NE-czorLk/s200/CIMG3427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-7476280207452954003?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/7476280207452954003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=7476280207452954003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7476280207452954003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7476280207452954003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/05/24may-07.html' title='24may 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rl0Kg6k-lAI/AAAAAAAAARw/_l2VIbFF5rM/s72-c/CIMG3400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-3263904824071693968</id><published>2007-05-13T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:56:58.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13may 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Declaration of Independence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day and i'm still immersed in the cloud of happiness shrouding in the air. haha how poetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the Chemistry and Biological Chemistry talk at NTU today after which i was truly convinced that that was what i wanted for myself. everyone who knows me know that i worship at the shrine of Tan Kee Hoe but hey, he's a fucking good teacher who really inspired me a lot. let's just say if not for him, i'd never have developed such a strong passion for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066207618335151058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7I_Kk-k9I/AAAAAAAAARY/sxAqP95mOGI/s200/online+acceptance.bmp" border="0" /&gt;possibly the best decision in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i can almost envision my first day at school- all wide-eyed with an utopian conviction to want to change the world. (okay even though i've been sleep-deprived for the entire week, i'm so hyper now that i can almost bounce off walls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i didn't know anyone else who applied for CBC so i dragged naz out to join me. frankly speaking, i didn't think she'd agree cos to reach Boon Lay mrt by 930am on a saturday morning is simply ludicrous. haha. after the yummy reception, ogling at cute lecturers (pardon me) and getting lost in campus, we left the place and headed for Jurong Point. but there wasn't much there so we headed down to Bugis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train ride there, our train was delayed for a while and everyone was speculating if anyone jumped into the tracks. okay whatever. we had lunch and went for retail therapy. :) it was really nice catching up and acting all silly with her. the two of us together are like two Pinkies (from Pinky and the Brain)- full of silly antics. here's one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066208082191619042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7JaKk-k-I/AAAAAAAAARg/73BQ_tcOtpI/s200/IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she'll so hate me for putting this up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, mum and i went to parkway for dinner. (more like i wanted to show her the ring which i saw earlier at JP. haha.) the same design was available in both the Celestial diamond and Felicite diamond. the Celestial diamond one is $930 and it's twice as expensive as the Felicite one cos of the intricacy of the cut. BUT... apparently the parkway outlet was giving out $100 cash vouchers as a mother's day promo so after the discounts and everything, the Celestial one was $560, which was about $80 more than the Felicite one. so i was like, OKAY LAH! :) i paid for it with my first paycheck and it's sort of like my declaration of independence. haha cheesy i know. plus, i'm sharing it with my mum so it's like her mother's day present too. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066208421494035442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7Jt6k-k_I/AAAAAAAAARo/HyJ-ekRKyMw/s200/IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-3263904824071693968?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3263904824071693968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=3263904824071693968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3263904824071693968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3263904824071693968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/05/13may-07.html' title='13may 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7I_Kk-k9I/AAAAAAAAARY/sxAqP95mOGI/s72-c/online+acceptance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-5987966923572716021</id><published>2007-04-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:46:24.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28apr 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And Out With A Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066205432196797330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7G_6k-k5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7dh1NOOeYos/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066205440786731938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7HAak-k6I/AAAAAAAAARA/5FbCq0_2MCg/s200/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066205445081699250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7HAqk-k7I/AAAAAAAAARI/Y_3-u4O5dYc/s200/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066205453671633858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7HBKk-k8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/nTT_azz4c7Y/s200/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;thank you naz lal jerm paeppr wileen des ingrid claire chris wai rachel pea noel aloy for coming to support me. nothing is more rewarding than hearing a thunder of applause. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day I Met The Prince has certainly been a long ride. we started in november, then the play got postponed to april, old cast left and new cast came (and left). i made many new friends and we certainly bonded well. :) along the way i kinda lost my vigour cos the production has dragged on for far too long, but it all went well the past 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my virgin visit to zouk and it was defnitely an experience. cos our backstage area is just a bar cordoned off, we had lots of fun pretending to be bartenders, stealing cherries and helping kim pee in the bin. (well that's a story for another time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so the highlight of the production was possibly the after-party. haha after we all got changed, we gathered at Wine Bar to destroy our liver cells. the moment i got there, bryan handed me a jug of long island tea and said, "Drink copious amounts of it." being the retard that i always am, i drank three-quarters of it cos i was really thirsty and conveniently forgot that i hadn't had lunch nor dinner. after that i was quite tipsy already. next sheryl ordered lychee martinis and i gulped it down like a shot even before the rest could say "Cheers". then she ordered quickfucks and i gulped it down too, even before the waiter could set the tray on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was certainly not a good idea to get wasted before everyone even got remotely high. haha so when everyone was dancing their life away at phuture, i was squatting in the toilet. roar. i remember having the puke coming out of my nose. tsktsk, so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after i puked my guts out, i felt sane again and this time when helmi handed me (another) jug of long island, i rejected him flatly. smart girl. :) in any case, zouk is weird. i'm so not the electronic sort of person. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-5987966923572716021?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5987966923572716021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=5987966923572716021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5987966923572716021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5987966923572716021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/04/28apr-07.html' title='28apr 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rk7G_6k-k5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7dh1NOOeYos/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-5804961939187542500</id><published>2007-04-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:36:21.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22apr 07</title><content type='html'>just when i was being a worrywart on thurs, guess what arrived in the mail on friday...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056235171939328114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RitbGYxHoHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1rFVbf5KeX8/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow wee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i was quite afraid of the fact that i'll be going to somewhere so foreign with no familiar faces around me at all. but over the past few months, i've grown to realise that these are just minor humps on the road and there are far greater things to worry about than these. when i first entered AJ, i was alone too but soon i made new friends and totally enjoyed my short stint there. my future's mine and not my friends', so i must decide for myself what i want. painful it may be but this is all part of the process of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay emo writing aside, i've an announcement to make. i'll be quitting my Spinelli job on wednesday, so sorry folks, no more free coffee&amp;food. frankly i'm quite sad too cos i really like some of my co-workers there (and the free coffee&amp;amp;food!). i'll be starting work at one of the halls in NUS (ironic? tell me about it man) in may. the pay's simply... irresistible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056239810504007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RitfUYxHoII/AAAAAAAAAQw/pMSZ6pIvylM/s200/IMG_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i haven't had much of a social life recently cos it's tough juggling rehearsals and work together. but it'll be all over by next week! :) anyway i had a great time last night. jerm, debra and yu came over to my house for dinner but only jerm and debra stayed over. i was talking to jerm on msn on thurs and he said he missed the times where we'd play bridge till we concussed at Daniel Hall. so i said we should all meet up soon and immediately he called up (almost) everyone for a bridge session at my house! i swear he's a woman in many ways more than i am, not in a negative way of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we only played a few games of bridge cos yu had to leave and sn decided not to come at the eleventh hour. so we were short of one player and hence we had to play silly games like Go Fish and Shithead which turned out quite unsuccessful after a while due to the low level of intelligence required for the game. haha. after which we were talking all night until the Z Monster kidnapped all of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we were all awakened by debra's alarm clock the following morning. me and debra were still so dreamy but jerm was so hyper already cos he wanted to eat his lor mee. he's totally in love with the lor mee here cos he polished the entire bowl in 5 seconds. i think his name suits him really well- Jiak Lor Mee (jeremy). haha internal joke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-5804961939187542500?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5804961939187542500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=5804961939187542500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5804961939187542500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/5804961939187542500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/04/22apr-07.html' title='22apr 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RitbGYxHoHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1rFVbf5KeX8/s72-c/IMG_0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-4629016838122254951</id><published>2007-04-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:33:06.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19apr 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HARLOW IS MAY HERE YET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i went for an interview at NTU. when i first got the call, i thought the lady introduced herself from the School of Biological Sciences, which was my second choice. then i was thinking to myself "Shit, this is not the course that i want and i have no freaking idea what this course is about cos i simply threw it in thinking that i would get Chemistry." so the whole of monday night was spent reading TIME magazines, trying to force-feed some information into my brain so i wouldn't look like an airhead when i went for my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to NTU- after a gruelling one hour and forty-five minutes ride- i reached the building and it read: School of Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering. i was like, OMG, is this some post-april fool's joke? i crossed my fingers and walked in. being my usual blur self, i got lost so i approached this angmoh guy for directions. he lead me to the correct room and he walked into the adjacent room. the tag on his door read: Associate Prof. thank goodness i wasn't rude to him or anything. HAHA. then he walked out with a toothbrush with toothpaste on it and he said to me, "Going for an interview?" i nodded my head and he smiled and left. omg that was so queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment of truth... so it was actually an interview for Chemistry, thank god! :) after the Prof spoke to me, i actually felt that i wanted to go to NTU and i kinda regretted submitting a slipshod application. he said i have a 99% chance of entering into Chemistry, but i'll still keep my fingers crossed. now there's just one thing i need to find out- i can't remember if in my application i requested for hall or not. argh this is such like a bimbo moment! :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-4629016838122254951?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/4629016838122254951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=4629016838122254951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4629016838122254951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4629016838122254951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/04/19apr-07.html' title='19apr 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-1326346325923628393</id><published>2007-04-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:48:26.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7apr 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[edit] Day I Met The Prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello FRIENDS! i'm doing this charity play called Day I Met The Prince directed by Helmi (tk drama girls will know him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050699266670655458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RhewOSk69-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lou1VlGJZ6A/s400/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first up, some clarifications... zouk will be converted to a theatre so you don't have to worry about standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thurs 7pm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$20- free seating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(after party's @Wine Bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fri 7pm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$25- free seating, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gala dinner at 6pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(after party's @Zouk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all proceeds will go to the beneficiaries, namely Community Chest, NTUC Eldercare and Southeast CDC Edu-Assist Scheme so it's not some fraud à la NKF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been working on this play since november last year and so i really hope you guys can come and support me. also, the jc boys are stashed away in tekong so my contacts are pretty much halved, hence making the selling of tickets harder. i really hope you'll come! call/ sms me if you want tickets. :)&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/13090431-1326346325923628393?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/1326346325923628393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=1326346325923628393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1326346325923628393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/1326346325923628393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/04/7apr-07.html' title='7apr 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RhewOSk69-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lou1VlGJZ6A/s72-c/IMG_0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-3754753682081027768</id><published>2007-04-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:45:10.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5apr 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I NEED MY WEEKLY DOSE OF SCOFIELD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished watching Prison Break season 2 and i'm so gonna break out in spasms if i don't find out what's gonna happen in season 3 right now! season 3's only gonna be out in fall (when the hell is that in america?). contrary to what most critics say, i do not think that Prison Break is getting more elusive. in fact, the storyline is getting more interesting and exciting when more and more people from The Company start to appear. ahh i'm still adrenaline high after watching PB2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-after calming down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay if there's one task that's sitting at the top of my to-do list, it'll be to rob a bank. i'm seriously broke right now cos i just blew my march paycheck on Phantom tickets. like the ENTIRE paycheck. i watched it last wednesday- the opening show- and it was so good! so i HAD to watch it again for the second time before it ends its run. the elaborate costumes, the grandeur of the set, pyrotechnics and of course the songs, totally blew me away. i bought my tickets last october and it was definitely worth the wait! i remember when the orchestra was playing the overture, my hair was standing at its ends and i was like "OMG OMG THIS IS THE REAL THING! BEATS THE MP3 VERSION LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES MAN." and and, the guy playing Raoul in the show is so cute. i was sitting in the third row and i could see his face so clearly, haha. because it was the opening night, there were many celebrities that went also, like andrea de cruz, pierre png etc. they were all dressed to the nines and i felt so grossly underdressed. but i still tried to be in my best demeanor, hoping that i might be, ahem, talent-spotted. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-3754753682081027768?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3754753682081027768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=3754753682081027768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3754753682081027768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3754753682081027768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/04/5apr-07.html' title='5apr 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-3768637372992189999</id><published>2007-03-24T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:54:27.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24mar 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i'm not sure if people even visit my blog anymore since it's so inactive. well i guess i'm partly to blame because i &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; it inactive by not updating often. haha. anyway, just some quick updates: i'm on Prison Break 2x20, whoo meaning i'm on the same pace as the US and... i've cut my hair! yaye, no more emo hair. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in de-chronological order,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i've finally submitted my uni applications. *bimbo voice: AHMAGAD!* like finally huh. i'm probably like the last one in singapore to do so. no prize for guessing what i applied for...&lt;br /&gt;first choice: science (chemistry)&lt;br /&gt;second choice: enviromental eng&lt;br /&gt;third choice: civil eng&lt;br /&gt;fourth choice: arts&amp;soc science (political science)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not tell me that i'm destined to be addressed as Miss Tan, i'll get very angry. there are good career prospects for someone with a chemistry degree okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it's quite frustrating to do a production with people who are not the least professional about their work. i have nothing against them because they are nice people but i just don't like their work ethics. week after week, they either call in sick or stroll in late. makes you feel so silly for coming in on time. the play's coming together already but at the rate we're moving, or rather not moving, we'll never be able to put up this show by april. helmi's pretty pissed about it and he's switched to the whatever-mode already. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. sheryl had a gig at Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's on friday. was really nice hanging out with griddy, xt, sheryl and pam the freak. it somehow just reminded me of the times we had in school- how we'd squeal so loudly, laugh like hyenas and be totally unglam. i swear what was missing was just the chicken rice. sigh, i miss school. :( &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVH694HffI/AAAAAAAAAP8/W5IzYRow0xA/s1600-h/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045518035906428402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVH694HffI/AAAAAAAAAP8/W5IzYRow0xA/s200/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVH7d4HfgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5KNezYzoe0A/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045518044496363010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVH7d4HfgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5KNezYzoe0A/s200/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045519199842565666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVI-t4HfiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aAPU4rerrjU/s200/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. work's beginning to get a little better. cos boss put whatshername in the morning shift and me in the evening shift, so we'll hardly, or rather, never cross paths. phew. boss also said that whatshisname would be quitting soon, so i'll just bear with it. HAH! i was so glad to hear that. anyway, i found out that Triple X's name is Jerald and he's an oil trader. boss thought of a really cheesy pickup line for me to use on him: Hi i've got lots of oil , *points at belly* wanna trade? omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. last but definitely not the least, my birthday celebration at sentosa. at the start, lyn was being very emo, just sitting at a corner reading while the rest were playing soccer. until we found out what he was reading...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_194HfTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/m2CUANN2OZU/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045509153914060082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_194HfTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/m2CUANN2OZU/s200/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_2N4HfUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1JOV6uqSxvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045509158209027394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_2N4HfUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1JOV6uqSxvQ/s200/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVA594HfXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NPXW-DY1tTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045510322145164658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVA594HfXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NPXW-DY1tTQ/s200/IMG_0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVA6d4HfYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-QwHn0-jvII/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045510330735099266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVA6d4HfYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-QwHn0-jvII/s200/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we took silly mugshots.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045510335030066578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVA6t4HfZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ft-QgjM7EFk/s200/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045510339325033890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVA694HfaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FdFyECAM_Xs/s200/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;falling off hammocks..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVBet4HfeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jF0jPBJcpM0/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045510953505357282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVBet4HfeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jF0jPBJcpM0/s200/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVBS94HfcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2g1v09iZRvs/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045510751641894338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVBS94HfcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2g1v09iZRvs/s200/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look roy has real stuff man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVBTd4HfdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yFWZgfChVfg/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045510760231828946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVBTd4HfdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yFWZgfChVfg/s200/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turns out he's gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVA7d4HfbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TtWiXet7w8I/s1600-h/IMG_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045510347914968498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVA7d4HfbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TtWiXet7w8I/s200/IMG_0787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no he's bi..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_1d4HfSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NQSDogg2c5M/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045509145324125474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_1d4HfSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NQSDogg2c5M/s200/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_2d4HfVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/od14HnVObBk/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045509162503994706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_2d4HfVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/od14HnVObBk/s200/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_294HfWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hEwBIrpi8r0/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045509171093929314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgU_294HfWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hEwBIrpi8r0/s200/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thank you loves. :)&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/13090431-3768637372992189999?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3768637372992189999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=3768637372992189999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3768637372992189999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3768637372992189999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/03/24mar-07.html' title='24mar 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RgVH694HffI/AAAAAAAAAP8/W5IzYRow0xA/s72-c/IMG_0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-6748583210578984503</id><published>2007-03-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:35:08.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20mar 07</title><content type='html'>i've got 26 more minutes before i'm no longer sweet &lt;s&gt;16&lt;/s&gt; 18. i shall do something crazy with my time left like... run around my neighbourhood naked or something. hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-6748583210578984503?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/6748583210578984503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=6748583210578984503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/6748583210578984503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/6748583210578984503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/03/20mar-07.html' title='20mar 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-4240737917242600117</id><published>2007-03-17T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:29:42.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17mar 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Four-Leaved Clover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello! this is the first time i'm not blogging at past midnight. well maybe it's because i've had far too many late nights, my system is showing signs of breaking down already. haha i must admit i'm old. haven't updated for a long while, but trust me you're not missing out on anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042833822588126338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rfu-pMCwxII/AAAAAAAAAOM/CQTzi2J3aZk/s200/huayang.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just finished watching this serial on Youtube on wed and the ending was very sweet. who cares if it's a cheena show! the storyline was very captivating, it's so warped it makes you wanna keep watching. haha. and now i'm on Prison Break 2. after watching the first episode on tv, i couldn't wait till the next so i decided to finish it all on PeekVid. i'm a chronic tv-addict now. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for the love of randomness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(over msn)&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;so hows ur new home?&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now. says:&lt;br /&gt;but i totally love my new home&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;is it damn solidly decorated?&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be throwing a housewarming party soon&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;nicely furnished and all?&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now. says:&lt;br /&gt;not solid la, just comfortably decorated&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;tats nice&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;finally no WEEDS&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;think ur garden holds the record for longest WEEDS&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now. says:&lt;br /&gt;you suck&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;really wat!&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;i can play hide and seek there&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now. says:&lt;br /&gt;no time to cut right&lt;br /&gt;Caite says:&lt;br /&gt;and the seeker would nv win la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(over lunch)&lt;br /&gt;me and xt were talking about uni courses.&lt;br /&gt;me: so is it difficult to get into architecture?&lt;br /&gt;xt: yup, you need to take an aptitude test.&lt;br /&gt;me: aptitude test? what for?&lt;br /&gt;xt: so that you'll produce buildings with sensible designs?&lt;br /&gt;me: to sieve out potential Frank Gehry-students right? haha wonder how he got his degree then.&lt;br /&gt;xt: he didn't enroll to NUS that's why. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i found the last convo really amusing, don't ask me why. i'm weird maybe. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-4240737917242600117?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/4240737917242600117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=4240737917242600117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4240737917242600117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4240737917242600117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/03/17mar-07.html' title='17mar 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/Rfu-pMCwxII/AAAAAAAAAOM/CQTzi2J3aZk/s72-c/huayang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-3268360108334551889</id><published>2007-03-03T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:13:07.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3mar 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank You God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the days leading up to the release of our alevel results, i was almost on the verge of breaking down because the suspense was killing me. it was at the eleventh hour that i decided to place my last bet on god and ask him for a peace of mind, because there's really no one else who can help me at this point in time already. indeed, i slept well last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a quarter of the student population in my school got 3 As or more. as i saw more and more people filling the stage, my heart began to beat faster and faster. &lt;em&gt;is it going to be me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the names were called up, my heart instantly sank. so i began mentally simulating the worst case scenario that could happen- math B, chem B, physics C and gp fail. when i got my slip, i had no reaction; i was perfectly calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got math A, chem A, physics C and gp c6. of course i was disappointed but i did not curse out loud or anything. i was really thankful that i passed by the skin of my teeth. granted the situation that i was in when i was sitting for my gp paper, i truly didn't deserve to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god has been really kind to me. thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-3268360108334551889?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3268360108334551889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=3268360108334551889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3268360108334551889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3268360108334551889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/03/3mar-07.html' title='3mar 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-4015166019356656183</id><published>2007-02-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:56:43.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24feb 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bump and Grind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, congratulate me for i've (finally) gotten myself a new phone! haha it's the motorola v3 red, the anti-aids one. i received an m1 voucher a few weeks back and since it's for a good cause, might as well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after rehearsals yesterday, i rushed home to snooze. when i managed to un-zombiefy myself, i got changed and went to meet the ladies + vinlynroy. it's roy's birthday on tuesday and so he asked us to go clubbing with him that day since he's organising the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to DXO, we met roy's buddy, royce. when he shook my hand to introduce himself, he said, "royce." i misheard it as "roy's", as in roy's friend. so i kept asking him what his name was. haha what's new, i always do silly things like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was chivas night and we got ourselves a few bottles of chivas and managed to get a nice table beside the dancefloor. we sang roy a birthday song (haha) and everyone kept staring at us. after singing + eating + camwhoring, the dancefloor was still EMPTY! such a letdown. so i remained at the table with roy and shumin while the rest danced their hearts out. when dearest mr chivas came, i gulped down a few shots of it and decided to fuck my resolution. (i resolved not to get intoxicated a few years back because everytime i did, i'd upset/ anger my loved ones. this is only the second time i broke it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway... i realised you won't feel the effects of alcohol in your system when you drink sitting down because when i got up, i was like "woah shit!" haha but oh what the heck. what ensued next was lots of hardcore dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one helluva party and i enjoyed myself thoroughly. i remember the stupid deejay and his not-so-accidental pauses, myself falling from couch to couch, naz accidentally drinking some chivas and getting a little high, az telling her that they'll meet each other in hell, lyn getting really horny, vin smoking like a chimney and puking his guts out after that and roy... disappearing most of the time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what naz said is really true. at times like these, i'd think back and ask myself why the hell would i want to put myself through this. but these years of my life is the only form of escapism i'm allowed to have before i mature into an adult and carry responsibilities i'm not allowed to shed till the day i die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-4015166019356656183?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/4015166019356656183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=4015166019356656183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4015166019356656183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4015166019356656183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/02/24feb-07.html' title='24feb 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-4844404790820735960</id><published>2007-02-19T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:43:28.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19feb 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Moondance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyn suggested chilling out today but they couldn't decide on a venue so i suggested my house. from a chill-out session, it evolved to become a housewarming party. SHOOTS! so i had to quickly finish unpacking the junk in the house by yesterday. it started raining really heavily in the afternoon and so i was slightly worried that they wouldn't come anymore. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dils naz az lal vin and lyn came over and we had helluva of time! let the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[cute pineapple tarts]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLlaNQdpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wQ1owrApe1o/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033277902113765010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLlaNQdpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wQ1owrApe1o/s200/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [vin trys to be MIB]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLl6NQdqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wXQj8aXd2II/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033277910703699618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLl6NQdqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wXQj8aXd2II/s200/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [ta-dah! turns out lyn has a gendol just like me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLmKNQdrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ioS0ymaxl7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033277914998666930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLmKNQdrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ioS0ymaxl7Y/s200/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [azie attacks my swing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLmaNQdsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5BKZhwh6V4k/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033277919293634242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLmaNQdsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5BKZhwh6V4k/s200/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lal says roar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM2aNQdtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tdDzZsnaSy4/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033279293683168978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM2aNQdtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tdDzZsnaSy4/s200/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM2qNQduI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gA9QJ-gdxyY/s1600-h/IMG_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033279297978136290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM2qNQduI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gA9QJ-gdxyY/s200/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [lyn offers a kiss]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM3KNQdvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f8otZoQ7RGw/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033279306568070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM3KNQdvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f8otZoQ7RGw/s200/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [we attempt human pyramids]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM3aNQdwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kdyED0nzdDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033279310863038210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM3aNQdwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kdyED0nzdDQ/s200/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033281119044269874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOgqNQdzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qq1m8H6aBsk/s200/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;[aftermath]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM36NQdxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Gv7gYD-2LkI/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033279319452972818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnM36NQdxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Gv7gYD-2LkI/s200/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[homewreckers, haha] &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOgaNQdyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2Cl1jea9oVU/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033281114749302562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOgaNQdyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2Cl1jea9oVU/s200/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[vin and azie get steamy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOg6NQd0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/nW_jO9g34Rs/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033281123339237186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOg6NQd0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/nW_jO9g34Rs/s200/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[exclusive: we got lal stripped too!] &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033283077549356914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQSqNQd3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/o4eUIxzfFZQ/s200/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;[vin the trannie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOhaNQd1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/U_mG4Ey59t4/s1600-h/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033281131929171794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOhaNQd1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/U_mG4Ey59t4/s200/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [caught him staring]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOhqNQd2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WrRvigJM6GY/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033281136224139106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnOhqNQd2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WrRvigJM6GY/s200/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[whose idea was it to take this picture?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQTKNQd4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/InEDs4vS4zg/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033283086139291522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQTKNQd4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/InEDs4vS4zg/s200/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [OUR interpretation of 1 to 6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQTaNQd5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/3C-LuApYWMw/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033283090434258834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQTaNQd5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/3C-LuApYWMw/s200/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQT6NQd6I/AAAAAAAAALE/H9FuIVyHd9o/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033283099024193442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQT6NQd6I/AAAAAAAAALE/H9FuIVyHd9o/s200/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQUKNQd7I/AAAAAAAAALM/Wazh_J7HA28/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033283103319160754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnQUKNQd7I/AAAAAAAAALM/Wazh_J7HA28/s200/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSU6NQd8I/AAAAAAAAALU/OQlA0qgoaHI/s1600-h/IMG_0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033285315227318210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSU6NQd8I/AAAAAAAAALU/OQlA0qgoaHI/s200/IMG_0735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSVKNQd9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RXWjLZ5NPI0/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033285319522285522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSVKNQd9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RXWjLZ5NPI0/s200/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSVqNQd-I/AAAAAAAAALk/xoeaybHBeBY/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033285328112220130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSVqNQd-I/AAAAAAAAALk/xoeaybHBeBY/s200/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSWKNQd_I/AAAAAAAAALs/4gnrLmWtGLI/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033285336702154738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSWKNQd_I/AAAAAAAAALs/4gnrLmWtGLI/s200/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSWaNQeAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iiQzWSlGBSY/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033285340997122050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnSWaNQeAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iiQzWSlGBSY/s200/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnTh6NQeBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TOoclY8Cd4c/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033286638077245458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnTh6NQeBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TOoclY8Cd4c/s200/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [check out vin's nostrils. it's HUGE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnTiKNQeCI/AAAAAAAAAME/0KysmRO64NE/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033286642372212770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnTiKNQeCI/AAAAAAAAAME/0KysmRO64NE/s200/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnTiqNQeDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fnveOPiiDdo/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033286650962147378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnTiqNQeDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fnveOPiiDdo/s200/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnTjaNQeEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lrOsp0mJrus/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033286663847049282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnTjaNQeEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lrOsp0mJrus/s200/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i must say i really enjoyed myself today! thanks guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-4844404790820735960?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/4844404790820735960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=4844404790820735960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4844404790820735960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/4844404790820735960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/02/19feb-07.html' title='19feb 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RdnLlaNQdpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wQ1owrApe1o/s72-c/IMG_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-135827077246867602</id><published>2007-02-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:06:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13feb 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beauty is uncertain, but Uncertainty is beautiful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i like this phrase, it's nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the stinking office politics- well maybe just that one person whom i dislike- i do enjoy my job pretty much. and the thing that makes me happy everyday, or rather makes my heart flutter, is Mr Triple X! (forget about John, he has a girlfriend called Minna which i find particularly amusing; forget Mr Medium Latte, he's married.) me and faezah call him "Triple X" because that's the abbrev we use when someone orders a triple shot espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, Mr Triple X came into the store and ordered a triple shot espresso. (normal people don't usually take such potent drinks because this can keep you awake for like a week!) so he immediately caught my attention. he's chinese and he's really tall! say 1.8m, because i only measure up to his shoulders. he has this no-nonsense face but nonetheless, a cute face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i try to smile at him while taking his order, he'll never smile back. the only few times that i've seen him smile was when he was talking to his colleague. ah that got me totally smitten. i had to sneak a peek lest he finds out that i'm gawking at him. haha. sigh he always comes in during the rush hour, so that's when i'm most panicky and i'll, say forget to wear a glove when i'm handling food. (shit you didn't see that.) so maybe he thinks i'm disgusting that's why he never smiles back. or maybe he's just shy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i do like older men. the fact that they are so unattainable makes them more... alluring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: shit i think i sound pervy. :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-135827077246867602?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/135827077246867602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=135827077246867602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/135827077246867602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/135827077246867602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/02/13feb-07.html' title='13feb 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-3735431578384508113</id><published>2007-02-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:52:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7feb 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Countdown to V-Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days. whoo all the lonely people say yaye! okay fuck it, i'm not at all bothered by whether or not i have a date on vday because i'll possibly be a) working that day or b) tired from working the previous day. sigh i need a break. i need to relax. but all these requires money and i have none so i'll have to work and be tired and the whole vicious cycle continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've finally moved to my new house at old airport road! :) if you want my new address please sms me. the house's done already 'cept that it's still quite messy because i haven't the time to assemble the furniture. haha there was this funny incident that happened on the bus that day. i was on my way home and when the bus turned into old airport road, i wanted to continue sleeping and it was until about a while later that i realised i'm no longer staying at the old place and so i frantically pressed the bell to alight. i'm dumb, what's new. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on work. hannah's working as a receptionist at ORQ and trevor's working at the Bank of China building, which is beside ORQ. so, yaye! more friends working in my area. i is happy. standing all day &lt;s&gt;can be&lt;/s&gt; is really tiring and it makes me as grumpy as hell. it doesn't help also, that it's really hard to meet up with friends nowadays and so such short visits actually make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after proofreading the paragraphs above...)&lt;br /&gt;urgh i feel this post is so pointless. it's so BORING. i've nothing really eggciting to share. it makes me sound like some grumpy 70-year-old, which is really true. my life is so monotonous! week after week it has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday to friday = work&lt;br /&gt;saturday = rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;sunday = rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can people die of monotony? will i be the first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-3735431578384508113?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3735431578384508113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=3735431578384508113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3735431578384508113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3735431578384508113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/02/7feb-07.html' title='7feb 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-2021232610799203757</id><published>2007-01-18T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:13:00.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18jan 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;May The Force Be With You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm insane. pardon me, but the accumulation of fatigue from work has caused me to be cranky. TGIF! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that i really can't manage my time properly. when i get home from work in the evening, i'll hang around online and then go to sleep. when i wake up at noon the following day, i have to start preparing for work. meaning, the entirety of my day revolves around work only, ie. i drink, eat, etc all the store. this forces me to be consistently grateful to The Company because they keep me gainfully employed and feed me too. urgh, quite scary sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but work's fine la, save for the fact that the only people i meet each day are grumpy working people. haha. however, every other day my eye candies will drop by and when i do cashier-ing, i'll get so flustered i'll give them the wrong change even though the bloody LCD screen in front of me shows the amount in freaking size 36 font. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 2 of them, one of them looks like a Bollywood star called John (not Jasper, got the name wrong) and the other is this shy-looking guy who looks vaguely like a Hispanic (don't know his name, so i'll refer to him as Mr Medium Latte). both working at Ernst &amp; Young. i must say, of all the companies in ORQ, E&amp;amp;Y has the best-looking expats! haha. now your impression of me has probably changed to become either, a) SPG in the making or b) pervy 19-year-old lusting after men ten years older than her. either way they are both as derogatory, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i'm learning to make the hot drinks. when i made my first espresso, boss insisted that i drank it. the taste was so vile, my face instantly cringed up and everyone laughed at me. haha i swear it's worst than Fear Factor or zhong1 ji3 mi4 ma3. i won't recommend this to people who've never drank coffee before. so boss said that from now on, for every wrong order i make, i have to drink one shot of espresso. omg i'm so gonna die. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must mention this really peculiar incident that happened at the store one morning. this japanese lady came in to order a macchiato and she pronounced it as mah-ki-moe-toe and my friend couldn't contain her laughter and so she laughed in her face. haha okay that sounded evil but mah-ki-moe-toe is so far off from mah-kia-toe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bad day today. i was really tired and grumpy in the morning and i had to do the usual deliveries. it didn't help at all that those bossy office workers didn't bother to help me hold the door when i was carrying like 10 cups of coffee. some of these people who work in ORQ (most of the companies there are MNCs) think that they are very high and mighty and so they treat us like minions to them. once i even had to hold the door for someone when my hands were loaded with drinks! sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after i knocked off from work at noon, i headed in the direction towards home. it was even more exasperating when i waited for like ten years and my bus hadn't arrived. so i decided to cheer myself up by going to Marks &amp; Spencer to look for my face mask. haha the little things that make me happy. i walked from raffles place to raffles city and when i got there i saw a sale at Warehouse. haven't gone to any place other the store and home in a long while. i have a weakness for bags and so i bought a bag. big enough to put files and junk inside, perfect for uni! whee i is happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i got home, i plopped onto the bed and slept (in my uniform). haha. a few hours later i was awakened by a phone call and it was chaos! surprise surprise. haha i was really drowsy when i spoke to him and he was like, "Aiyo you're sleeping ah? Why are you so tired? Okay never mind, i'll talk to you another time. I'll go wash my underwear now. Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;information overload! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-2021232610799203757?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/2021232610799203757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=2021232610799203757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/2021232610799203757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/2021232610799203757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/01/18jan-07.html' title='18jan 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-8788005803833997363</id><published>2007-01-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:08:00.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13jan 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't Say You Love Me, Unless Forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song, totally hooked onto it. boss has this song on his ipod and so i keep playing it in the store. haha my co-workers are beginning to get sick of the corrs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway when i was on my way home, i was feeling really emo. chaos, lyndon and many others are entering the army these 2 days and it made me realise how time has mercilessly passed us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only remember snippets of what happened during my childhood days and in that little bit which i hold so dear, i can always fondly recall this incident which happened in kindergarten. i was 5 that year and i was with my friend, who was 6, in the drawing room and we were having a little chat. she asked me how old i was and i actually told her that i forgot. it took me a long time to decide if i was 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a flash, we're 19 this year already! omg. just how much have i accomplished during this time, or rather, how much haven't i accomplished? pardon me, but i'm just experiencing what most know as QUARTER-LIFE CRISIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also made me wonder if i'm living my life the right way. are my actions pleasing to god? am i stuffing myself with so much junk food that my aorta will be 90% clogged with fats when i'm 40? am i moving along a path which i really hope to pursue? all these LIFE issues. urgh, how exasperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm not in school, i have more time to think about the future. every day when i step into the store, i ask myself if i'm using my time contructively. after all, time and tide waits for no man. instead of memorising how many ounces of mango juice to pour for a large mango tea twist, could i have used my time better by reading more instead? money for a living versus options for the future. honestly i could do with a little more money now, but that'll only make me look like an airhead when i enter the uni because i have no freaking idea what my bloody course is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, falling in love now is not anywhere near the top of my agenda. (of course i'd lying if i said i didn't want to.) but i'm more worried for what's going to happen in the future. i'm so stressed now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what i need now is sleep. haha just one day of abstinence from coffee is making me go berserk already. i guess i'd just take things in my stride. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-8788005803833997363?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/8788005803833997363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=8788005803833997363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8788005803833997363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/8788005803833997363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/01/13jan-07.html' title='13jan 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-3488614552113800388</id><published>2007-01-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:30:28.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7jan 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello 07!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i get on to elaborating what i did during the past week, just a short update... i've finished watching Prison Break! yaye. wentworth miller is sexy and i love his deep-set eyes. his intense stare makes me grow weak in my knees. haha. and i'm currently working at Spinelli at One Raffles Quay (exit J from raffles place mrt). please do disturb me if you happen to be in the area. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the days leading up to New Year's Eve, i had no dates whatsoever for 31 dec and i seemed doomed to be sad and lonely for that day. on that day itself, pepper organised a 2h gathering and asked me along, my AJ friends asked if i wanted to go to sentosa with them and lyn asked if i wanted to join him roy and vin to celebrate new year's eve. wow what a twist of events! haha. having just recovered from a nasty sunburn, i declined to go to sentosa and since i already gave pepper my word that i'll join her, i declined lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to be geeky and visit the museum. turns out that they were having a free movie screening and we reached just in time to catch National Treasure. the auditorium was packed and so we had to sit on the stairs. after the movie, we walked along the river to grab a good spot to catch the fireworks. stupid news said that the CBD area was the best place to watch the fireworks and when it started, we only managed to see the reflections of it from suntec! roar. so we quickly ran to find another spot and managed to catch the last few moments of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally i'm not a fan of fireworks. it's just burning chemicals in mid-air and it gives one the impression that happiness is short-lived... okay maybe i'm just feeling emo right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to terrorise des' bike after that. me and wileen were totally eggcited about riding on a motorbike and so we made him take us for a ride around the area. i must say i'm not the adventurous type because des was only driving at 30 km/h and i was screaming for my life. haha and when he went round a bend, i was really afraid that we'd plop over like pancakes and so i chose to believe that tightening my (death) grip on des' shoulders is going to get us through safely rather than trusting good ol' Newton and the centripetal force. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017292785564302434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaEBNKmwvGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7GQY_TkJZOE/s200/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017292794154237042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaEBNqmwvHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YImkJEbhfew/s200/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that hair-raising fun, we headed for the mrt only to realise that we missed the last train by 5 mins. (!!!) so we bummed around till morning before heading to parkway macs. at that time i was very tired already so i started getting cranky. haha singing "Don't Feel Like Dancing" and rolling back and forth in macs. but i had fun that day/ morning nevertheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started work on wed! jieyan messaged me the night before to wish me all the best. haha how sweet. it felt strange because at that time i should be heading for school but i'm all dressed up for work. anyway, my co-workers are really nice people. i'm so thankful for that. but it's really tiring to work in the mornings because from 8-10 you'll be so busy that you can't even breathe. it doesn't help at all that every day some secretary from the office upstairs will call to order 47856 cups of coffee at that time and the people queueing will start getting really bitchy and complain that we're inefficient and stuff. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after 10 the store's like a ghost town, hardly anyone walks in. so we'd pass our time by making drinks for our ourselves and helping ourselves to the scones + muffins + cakes. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work that day, i went to meet naz to watch The Holiday. on my way to the mrt station, i lost my ezlink card and i felt so distraught after that because i seldom lose my things. :( anyway, the movie was typical girlie-film but i enjoyed it nevertheless. azie joined us after that and we had yoshi for lunch. bummed around while waiting for farah to join us after school. while we were at coffee bean, ahmad came to crash our girlie gathering. it's always fun to have him around because he is such a tease. haha! because azie was sporting a new hairstyle (again) and so we challenged her to not cut her hair for 8 months otherwise she'd have to date her ex. we're a nasty bunch. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday lyn organised a picnic so that he could meet up with everyone before he left for the army. me ams roy vin christopher priyanka jiahao azie and farah went. went to Giant to buy food before heading to the beach. we had a great time cam-whoring, eating junk food, drinking wine and playing bridge. :) after we grew sick of the beach, me azie farah lyn vin and roy headed to arab street for an evening of sheesha. went to Ambrosia this time and the waiter was being really anal about us drinking from our own water bottles. so half the time we were eating and drinking under the table. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECl6mwvII/AAAAAAAAAHY/wVNSJg5UdLU/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017294310277692546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECl6mwvII/AAAAAAAAAHY/wVNSJg5UdLU/s200/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECmKmwvJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/P5Q932JYAy8/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017294314572659858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECmKmwvJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/P5Q932JYAy8/s200/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECmamwvKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zQyYI8KM49g/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017294318867627170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECmamwvKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zQyYI8KM49g/s200/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECmqmwvLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6Oy05DVqKaI/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017294323162594482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECmqmwvLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6Oy05DVqKaI/s200/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECm6mwvMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p0NWn0O-RYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017294327457561794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaECm6mwvMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p0NWn0O-RYQ/s200/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sheesha was lovely but the company was better. i love how we can instantly become so zany and do silly things. :) we smoked, played bluff and TruthOrDare which subsequently evolved to become TellUsYourSecretSexualFantasy. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say wine and sheesha make a nasty concoction. haha i was so drowsy the whole day today eventhough i slept for 876458 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-3488614552113800388?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3488614552113800388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=3488614552113800388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3488614552113800388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/3488614552113800388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2007/01/7jan-07.html' title='7jan 07'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RaEBNKmwvGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7GQY_TkJZOE/s72-c/IMG_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-7876054211926386481</id><published>2006-12-30T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:55:45.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30dec 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If Food Is Our Purpose For Living, Eat On.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha a bad attempt to modify one of shakespeare's famous verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm back from melaka! :) was a really nice trip, save for the toilets. i was really eggcited about it because it was my maiden trip to malaysia. i know, unbelievable huh? so i left on tuesday morning and it was raining cats and dogs. by the time i got to lavender mrt, my jeans were soaked and i was thoroughly drenched. the boys had a pleasant surprise because i didn't tell them that DIMTP was postponed. gave them their christmas cookies and headed for the bus terminal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014009176806406338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVWx-wYOMI/AAAAAAAAACo/hCTTn-qHe4w/s200/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(gingerbread man!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the silly boys didn't bring umbrellas so we all had to share and so by the time we got to the terminal, i was even more soaked and it didn't help that the bus was freezing cold.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014010065864636626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVXluwYONI/AAAAAAAAACw/UaJ1ctW5Kgg/s200/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(first pitstop.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014010074454571234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVXmOwYOOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VEdhz9Eti5w/s200/IMG_0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(scream for gum!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014010993577572594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVYbuwYOPI/AAAAAAAAADA/VzaBV3uaIK0/s200/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(jerm looks really happy, haha.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014010997872539906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVYb-wYOQI/AAAAAAAAADI/aaS-RSbEm30/s200/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014019725246085650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVgX-wYOhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mzfcSDNGFe4/s200/IMG_0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt; so after a 5-hour ride (gasp), we reached sunny melaka! and nope, it was neither raining nor was i knee-deep in water there. haha. we were staying at Equatorial and it was a 5-star hotel (whee!). me and debra were in one room while jerm sn yu and chaos had a family room. ooh my room had the sea view. :) next we went to the mall to find stuff to eat while waiting for the nonya restaurant at the hotel to open for dinner. had lots of pizzas for snack (!!!) before we split to do our own shopping. shopping in malaysia was really fun because it feels like a 50% discount for everything you see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014019729541052962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVgYOwYOiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P4u742HNneU/s200/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(read the small print.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned to the hotel for dinner. ooh the peranakan food they served were phenomenal! i'm inspired to work as a FOOD WRITER. haha who cares if i'm going to weigh 400 pounds in future. :) it was really funny in the restaurant because yu wanted to the watch 9pm Ch8 serial and the rest of us wanted to watch Triumph In The Skies at 10pm, so we deliberately took our time to eat so he'll miss the show. i'm totally addicted to that show because its so soap-ish and i heart soaps! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014012634255079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVZ7OwYOSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TzK6xgatitM/s200/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014020773218105906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVhU-wYOjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/m26VhXen-WM/s200/IMG_0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(my favourite ayam buah keluak.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014012647139981634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVZ7-wYOUI/AAAAAAAAADo/FoP-XUfrSdE/s200/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;(assam pedas!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014012655729916242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVZ8ewYOVI/AAAAAAAAADw/Pdlx8sjEB94/s200/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(to-die-for chendol.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the show, we had the cheesecakes which me and debra bought earlier and played scrabble and bridge till 3+. pure fun i must say! by then we totally knocked out already and so me and debra dragged our heavy asses back to our room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014017083841198514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVd-OwYObI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZveyFntX2Dw/s200/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i'm supposing the people that visit the hotel are socialites.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014017096726100434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVd--wYOdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6TnzFh22Qpw/s200/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i've always known my brain was slow, but i didn't know it was THAT slow.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014017092431133122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVd-uwYOcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nhToPr224XY/s200/IMG_0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014013871205661026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVbDOwYOWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dDRnNemBAC8/s200/IMG_0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;(my hand during one game.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the next morning, everyone overslept so no one went for the breakfast buffet. had a thai lunch at this restaurant in the other mall. the waiter was nice in an eerie way. haha. as usual, after eating we went shopping to work off the calories. haha. after which we took a long walk to Jonker Street to, gasp, look for more food. i swear the amount of food i ate in these 3 days is more than what i eat during a week! whenever we smell good food, we'll stop to eat, regardless of whether its lunch/ dinner or not. and its not like tiny snack portions, but main course size!HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014014914882713970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVb_-wYOXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/F4M4rLlHZug/s200/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (chaos is still so patriotic towards tk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014014923472648578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVcAewYOYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mYTAZ704tOc/s200/IMG_0291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(we love gorging ourselves!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014014927767615890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVcAuwYOZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0hFyB-H9W6E/s200/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(chicken rice balls.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014015391624083874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVcbuwYOaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-OTticQgvhk/s200/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(bought this at Jonker and wondered if i could get some free chicken rice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after Jonker, we went to the supermarket in the mall to grab stuff for dinner. bought chips, cakes, drinks and cinnamon rolls before heading back to the hotel. debra and the guys went gymming while i stayed in to... sleep! haha. when they returned, we had our tv dinner. i ate quite a bit but i still felt hungry so i dragged jerm and debra to go out to buy mee goreng. watched more tv and when it was 10pm, sn switched to watch Project Runway and me and jerm started protesting. so we quickly ran to my room to watch Triumph In The Skies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we returned to play bridge, like what we do every night. the only drinks we bought were milo and some silly idiot accidentally froze the milo and so i could only drink that little bit which was still in liquid form. little did i know that was "Essence Of Milo" and so i was kept hyper that night. the bridgers- chaos jerm and debra- were dozing off on the bed already but i could still jump around in the room. so i forced them to play bridge with me and hence i got the nickname "Bridge Monster". mind you that was 5am in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we retired at 6+, ie. we played bridge for more than 6 hours! when we woke up, everyone was so dead and was in battery-saver mode. haha all thanks to me. :/ after breakfast, yu sn and jerm went shopping while me debra and chaos went back to sleep. chaos was so dead asleep in his room that when sn came back, he had no choice but to sleep on our room... CARPET. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out and headed for the bus terminal. my bag was stuffed to maximum capacity and it was sooo heavy, i hunched while i walked. at the terminal, we had A&amp;W! hadn't eaten A&amp;amp;W for a really long while so i was at a loss; didn't know what to order. haha. bummed around before getting on the bus. it was a really comfy ride, unlike the one we sat to melaka, save for the noisy kids beside me. they were screaming, singing and fighting THROUGHOUT the entire trip and i was going crazy already, so i hardly slept on the bus. *growls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014018346561583586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVfHuwYOeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ig9f5ROGw_o/s200/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVfH-wYOfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vrqru_Q8aHw/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014018350856550898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVfH-wYOfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vrqru_Q8aHw/s200/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVfIOwYOgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/B2EZKuKGnK8/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014018355151518210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVfIOwYOgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/B2EZKuKGnK8/s200/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when we reached happy singapore, it was raining again! we were starving and trying to look for places to eat. when we finally found one, i realised i intelligently brought only $2.80 with me. scouted around for an atm but couldn't find one so i had to borrow money from debra. sab, you're pathetic. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that concludes my trip to melaka! :)&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/13090431-7876054211926386481?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/7876054211926386481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=7876054211926386481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7876054211926386481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7876054211926386481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-food-is-our-purpose-for-living-eat.html' title='30dec 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVWx-wYOMI/AAAAAAAAACo/hCTTn-qHe4w/s72-c/IMG_0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-7275474957635324696</id><published>2006-12-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:53:44.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30dec 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Christmas With Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was discussing our cj gathering with lyndon on christmas eve and i suddenly thought of spending christmas with lyn and company. so i asked ams vin lyn and roy along for a christmas dinner at Zam Zam. i must say their murtabak is out-of-this-world man! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way to meet them, ams called to say she was ill and couldn't make it. so... i was to be stuck with the 3 cranky scouts. wonder if it was a good thing or bad. during dinner, we were thinking of what to do after that and then we decided to go sheesha! *does celebratory jiggle* so we rushed through our dinner and headed for El-Sheikh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014003872521795618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVR9OwYOCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-TYlmRtd0Dk/s200/CIMG0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vin shows us his prayer get-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014005762307405986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVTrOwYOKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jaxy8hpur34/s200/CIMG0800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pretty cushions were abundant at El-Sheikh, so pillow fights were unavoidable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since our room was not very crowded, we could act as cranky as we wanted. so we pulled many stunts like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014005753717471362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVTquwYOII/AAAAAAAAABk/ypm4qR8nGSQ/s200/CIMG0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014005758012438674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVTq-wYOJI/AAAAAAAAABs/oUdE1smZ9qA/s200/CIMG0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(lyn's big fart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014005766602373298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVTrewYOLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2PT8OFKbELs/s200/CIMG0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(lyn's fiery armpits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVS_OwYOHI/AAAAAAAAABc/g39CRzxQsaU/s1600-h/CIMG0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014005006393161842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVS_OwYOHI/AAAAAAAAABc/g39CRzxQsaU/s200/CIMG0762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (spot meee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014004499587020882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVShuwYOFI/AAAAAAAAABM/nOo9b7yKytg/s200/CIMG0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVSxuwYOGI/AAAAAAAAABU/3i5kQGnf2s8/s1600-h/CIMG0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014004774464927842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVSxuwYOGI/AAAAAAAAABU/3i5kQGnf2s8/s200/CIMG0759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014004314903427138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVSW-wYOEI/AAAAAAAAABE/7__KBRi_960/s200/CIMG0775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(the company)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;possibly one of the best christmas ever. :)&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/13090431-7275474957635324696?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/7275474957635324696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=7275474957635324696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7275474957635324696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/7275474957635324696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/12/30dec-06.html' title='30dec 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-YOfBOvqec/RZVR9OwYOCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-TYlmRtd0Dk/s72-c/CIMG0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116654642563969313</id><published>2006-12-20T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:44:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20dec 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Will You Stay If I Ask You To?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi all, i'm depressed. my vcd player has passed on and i can no longer coop myself at home for days just surviving on movies and serials alone now. so there, i urge you to either ask me out, or lend me your vcd player. :) haha frankly i'd prefer the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i love the internet. (omg that was so random.) haha. i love going online because i'd chance upon something interesting each day. today, when i was surfing &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com"&gt;www.kraftfoods.com&lt;/a&gt;, i discovered what is called heaven- CHEESECAKE BROWNIES! sadly i have neither an oven at home nor luck with the kitchen (ask me how i stupidly set the microwave oven on fire.) and so i entrusted the task of baking these lovely foodies to my best friend jieyan. haha ooh i'm so eggcited to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got really hungry after surfing that site and hence i dug my trusty food carton for some snacks. mind you, its past midnight already. and i found these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/953537/IMG_0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/8177/IMG_0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gingerbread man (and his wife)! so cute! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116654642563969313?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116654642563969313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116654642563969313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116654642563969313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116654642563969313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/12/20dec-06.html' title='20dec 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116603043826452953</id><published>2006-12-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:23:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13dec 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hang A Shining Star Upon The Highest Bough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok regarding the prev post (which i'd deleted already), i'd really like to thank all the people who sent their regards. i really appreciate it. :) a lot of stuff happened at home the past few days, quite serious stuff actually. but its all over now. thank god, really. the past few days had been so nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i didn't sleep last night, so i'm very drowsy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok last sat, my mum dragged me to go and listen to the RSAF recruitment talk. i was quite adamant at first because i wanted to sleep in, but i relented anyway. the talk was really inspiring. i don't mind working in the RSAF as a pilot (that is if i get through). i've led a boring life for way too long and i really want to widen my horizons because life is simply too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while waiting for the talk to start, me and my mum were walking around the convention hall and we chanced upon the Elizabeth Arden warehouse sale! we immediately rushed in and the stuff there were ridiculously cheap (its a private sale), eg. lipstick at $8. in that short 15 minutes that we had to waste before the talk started, we bought the 5th Avenue perfume set, one liquid foundation and two lipsticks for $71. such a steal! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the talk, we went to funan centre to look at digital cameras and dad agreed to buy the Canon Ixus 60 for me as a xmas present. its $499 and the shop threw in a 2GB memory card, screen protector, extra battery and a leather case FREE! :) yay! the camera's sexay and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was at 4b chalet yesterday. haha our class is pathetic la, every year meet up once only. :( because joce said she couldn't meet me at 630pm so i thought i'd make my way there on my own and dilly dally. to my surprise, when i got to pasir ris mrt, i saw the class people all waiting there and they were like, "OI! We waited 1.5 hours for you already lady!" i swear i was totally clueless that they were waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we hardly meet up, i skipped ballet class today to join the class. to my surprise, we slacked from 7+ to 8+ at the chalet before going for dinner. had i known, i would have gone for ballet first before coming. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we headed for the arcade and spent like hours in there. played Time Crisis, Bishi Bashi and some random fishing game. after which, me and ber realised that we were still able to catch the last 20 minutes of &lt;em&gt;Triumph In The Sky &lt;/em&gt;and so we ran all the way back to the room to watch. after that, we played Indian Poker and everyone kinda like drank 16392 cups of water each because the loser had to drink 3 cups of water each time. haha. watched Saw III after that and man, it was such a disappointment. the story is so twisted to the extent that it becomes ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, most had concussed already and so it was just me trevor weijie tunghoe zhihan joce and shuwen who were still alive. so we played card games all through the night. Murderer (Jocelyn the murderer who cannot wink for nuts), Old Maid (Shuwen the resident Old Maid) and The Ding Game (Weijie the 4am math whiz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were totally knocked out by 6+ and so we headed to macs for breakfast. after a really sleepy breakfast, the rest left for home and only me and weijie went back to the chalet. dead bodies were sprawled all over the beds and so me and him were relegated to the couch. how sad. the worst part was that it was freezing cold and the couch stank. :( slept for about an hour or so and then i gave up. so we were just sat there and talked and watched the Asian Games while waiting for the other dead people to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the place around 10+ and i was so zombie-fied already. :( but it was nice meeting up with ex-classmates- laughing at all the silly things we used to do, gossipping about who has had the most drastic change and what not. :) i'm really thankful for the looooong break that i'm having now otherwise i'd never have the chance to meet up with all my old friends. i think losing such fond memories would be most painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/320/307266/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/320/41798/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116603043826452953?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116603043826452953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116603043826452953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116603043826452953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116603043826452953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/12/13dec-06.html' title='13dec 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116547291497273239</id><published>2006-12-07T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:31:04.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7dec 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayzers, i had my prom on wed! got up at 12pm to pack stuff for the hotel and i didn't realise i took soooo long to pack so i had to quickly wash up and pick xt up to go Karuna to do our hair. i made an appt with her at 3pm but she was fashionably late and so she came at 345pm. me and xt were practically panicking cos we were gonna be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she did for me this french bun thingy with a Jessica Alba a la poof and xt had a high ponytail with a small poof to make her look taller. during which, Karuna tortured us by stuffing a hundred million pins into our hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/809205/CIMG0717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was waiting for xt, farah came over to do my makeup and thanks to farah dear, i had mesmerising eyes. HAHA. rushed down to Ritz only to see the boys in our class pouncing on the bed of the GIRLS' room. :( finished makeup and got changed into my sexy black dress. its a short cocktail dress, glittery, long-sleeved and has a diving v-back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/706333/CIMG0658.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/718418/CIMG0732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;after i got dressed and wore my 2-inch (only) heels, i was taller than most of the guys and i was so amazed at how i looked and went prancing around in the room exclaiming "OMG I LOOK SO GOOD!" haha. the guys said, "Haven't drink already so high, later go DXO how ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the decor of the ballroom was very french-y and lo-man-tik but sadly i did not have a hot date. haha. check out the ice Effiel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/957367/CIMG0660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the dinner only started at 8pm when the time stated was 630pm. i was so grossly hungry by then, cos i haven't eaten anything since the previous night. so when the courses were served, our table was probably the only one full, cos everyone else was just busy cam-whoring. the food wasn't fantastic, but anything beats the MUTTON SOUP and CHICKEN RICE we had at our previous prom. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, picture spam!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/821301/CIMG0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/298228/CIMG0662%20xueting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/103433/CIMG0667%20ingrid%20james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/963692/CIMG0674%20jonlew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/783757/CIMG0675%20kaihui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/975105/CIMG0679%20joanna%20koh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/125798/CIMG0681%20jessica%20qianyu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/502910/CIMG0685%20darius.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/848462/CIMG0716%20adrian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/950218/CIMG0710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the prom, we returned to the room only to discover that the room was in such a state of devastation, we had to clean it up (in our dresses) cos it was impossible that we were going to be able to live in there that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/551501/CIMG0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shortly after we returned, the hotel staff came knocking at our door saying that we were making too much noise. the noise still persisted so he came again and this time, he chased everyone out of the room. so the clubbers left for DXO and the rest went to roam the streets, leaving me xt and shuwen in the room. after we had finished washing up, we had our own slumber party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;laughing at how silly the lyrics were in Rain's songs, watching silly programmes on NHK and not being able to understand them, pillow fights and of course, cam-whoring. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/848543/CIMG0736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/608671/CIMG0739.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone came back at 3 plus and were toally knocked out, so they collapsed on the floor and snoozed. luckily i had been in the room the whole time, so i got the (corner of the) bed. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the next morning, my back was aching like crap cos i did not move an inch the whole night. haha. ate macdonalds and watched Oprah. after watching the show, we concluded that it is perfectly justifiable for women to turn lesbian cos there is simply no hope in MANkind. the good ones are either taken or are gay; the rest either die early or walk out on their families. tsktsk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after i had my breakfast, i had a tummyache so i sat in the bathtub so that i don't have to run all the way to the toilet when i needed to shit. the view from the bathtub was breathtaking man. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/678284/CIMG0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was well again, i became cranky again and did lots of silly things, like dancing in bedroom slippers. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/479132/CIMG0748.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/392657/CIMG0749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we checked out, i discovered this lovely jar of biscuits at the reception and i unglamourously hijacked the jar. from the corner of my eye, i could see the receptionist sniggering away, but oh what the heck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/643066/CIMG0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the giant xmas ball at the entrance! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/922952/CIMG0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116547291497273239?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116547291497273239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116547291497273239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116547291497273239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116547291497273239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/12/7dec-06.html' title='7dec 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116488070764011312</id><published>2006-11-30T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:05:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30nov 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Misadventures Of Sab, Farah &amp;amp; Naz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching this cheesy taiwanese serial and the protagonist proposes to the girl he likes and i happened to think abt what kind of ring i'd like to receive. a simple solitaire cut diamond would be classic and perfect. :) ok i ought to snap out of my dream, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;em&gt;Day I Met The Prince &lt;/em&gt;will be postponed to next march and so i'm free... again! haha rehearsals were really exhausting so it guess this is a blessing in disguise. now i have to frantically scout for my prom dress. my tailor decides to be really nice and tell me yesterday that she can't make my dress anymore. brilliant, now i have less than a week to look for my dress. i'm harbouring thoughts of not attending the prom at all. so sickening. every prom that'll be some rubbish will crop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went out with naz and farah last night (morning, more accurately) and we had a smashing good time. after naz's prom, she came to join us at DXO and we danced our hearts out there along with her tp friends. cos it was tp's post-prom party that night and so the queue of people outside DXO was reaaaally long, even longer than that on a busy night at MoS. haha. the music was really good, they even played Chori Chori Gori Se and i had the urge to do some crazy indian dance! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left around at 2+ and headed for liang court for water after which we headed for MoS and reached at 3+. it was trance night at the arena, oh the horror. we saw people doing pseudo-kylie dance moves on the platforms and we laughed so hard cos they looked so silly. we left at 4+ and headed for Gothams and guess what we heard when we entered? "&lt;em&gt;In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight&lt;/em&gt;..." so disturbing, no wonder there were less than 10 people inside. so much for all that hype abt Gothams, haha i think its going to close down soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed back to Liang Court for macs breakfast. i was so tired i got terribly cranky and started terrorising everyone. haha. bullying ahmad (who joined us later) and pulling my usual silly antics which made farah laugh so hard till she nearly peed and naz had a terrible stitch. i've finally mastered the skill of getting high on absolutely nothing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back to Esplanade, we were singing and dancing (terribly) by the river and looking really unglam. when we got to the Esplanade underpass, naz suggested to roll down the slope cos it was really steep. haha so we kicked off our shoes and dumped our bags and literally, rolled down the slope. omg i still can't believe we actually did that. poor ahmad must've felt like he was babysitting 3 mad kids. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116488070764011312?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116488070764011312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116488070764011312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116488070764011312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116488070764011312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/11/30nov-06.html' title='30nov 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116473226337005157</id><published>2006-11-29T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:23:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29nov 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MADAME, JE NE SAIS PAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello all. its been quite a while since my last update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday me naz az lina and dils went to farah's house to give her a belated birthday surprise. the most ridiculous thing of all was that no one knew her address and so we were searching for her block based on memory alone. i remembered the stone chairs under her block and so i led everyone to the 230+ blocks to find her house. (it was really the blind leading the blind.) me and naz were together and we did a lot of bimbo things. much like &lt;em&gt;The Simple Life&lt;/em&gt;. haha i swear i never knew i was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bimbotic. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok after searching for nearly an hour, our clothes soaked in sweat, we finally thought of... AMS! omg like how silly were we, ams practically camps at farah's house and who can be a better person to ask for farah's address other than her? haha. so we found out that she lives in block 213 and that everyone block in that estate had the SAME STONE CHAIRS! not very smart sab. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached her house at 1+ and we waited outside her room before storming in, to find the poor lady still SLEEPING. haha she was so embarrassed she practically hid under her blanket the whole time we were singing her the birthday song. so we had her dressed up in the clothes we bought her and dragged her to Marina Square for lunch and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos lina brought her kid brother along and when we stopped for a toilet break, the poor tod wet his pants and everyone started to panic. so me naz and dils had to run to Giant to buy a new clothes for the boy. call it pre-parenthood training. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i left for Vivocity to meet the bros wileen and pepper. haven't seen the ladies in years but we didn't manage to catch up a lot cos i was really burnt out when i arrived and so i didn't talk much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday i meet with the 2h girls! haha saw wileen and pepper again. we sat at the cartel at Cine from 1+ to 4+ rotting, catching up and camwhoring and made every cent worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that evening i went for my first rehearsal for Day I Met The Prince. helmi roped me in to join his ensemble. it'll be showing from 29-30 dec, details soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day my muscles were aching like crap. it didn't help at all that i was to have my first BALLET class that evening! yes ballet class was really fun. i walked into class looking really blur and being the deaf me, i stood outside the studio for about a minute before i realised the teacher was beckoning me to get in. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher spoke more french than english so i was totally clueless throughout the entire lesson. :( nearing the end of the class my legs were shaking furiously already cos the exercises that he made us do were so exhausting. the whole time he kept saying "tuck your tummies in!", "tuck your buttocks in!", "shoulders down!" and "extend your body!". now i know why ballerinas have nice bods. the PAINFUL truth, literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116473226337005157?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116473226337005157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116473226337005157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116473226337005157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116473226337005157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/11/29nov-06.html' title='29nov 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116430295287092678</id><published>2006-11-24T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:32:47.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24nov 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Naz's Birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my not blogging about naz's 18th birthday celebration does not do justice to the awesome party we had. so here's a pictorial account on what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/1600/428139/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/43147/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we heart simpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/1600/603545/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/686044/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; orgy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/1600/715813/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/471277/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/1600/745198/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/844294/CIMG0581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/534823/CIMG0582.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;s&gt;sunkist&lt;/s&gt; sunkiss us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/978509/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this shot was supposed to look scandalous but it turned out anything but that. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/307995/CIMG0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;vin diesel. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/617137/CIMG0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/206357/dress%20me%20and%20lal%20bought.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the dress me and lal got her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/540543/CIMG0606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the arabian princess. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116430295287092678?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116430295287092678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116430295287092678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116430295287092678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116430295287092678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/11/24nov-06_24.html' title='24nov 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116430170234253450</id><published>2006-11-24T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:08:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24nov 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Baccalaurette Service.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/78340/CIMG0570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pre-baccalaurette preparation- AC coloured hairties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/360655/CIMG0488.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/532883/CIMG0491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flying balloons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/875316/CIMG0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/687631/CIMG0496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Giggly&lt;/s&gt; Jiggly sheryl in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/563951/CIMG0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another of albert's antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/183984/CIMG0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jonlew aka Jigsaw. he loves mind games. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/826857/CIMG0529%20gloria%20pamy%20kass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/644838/CIMG0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/550102/CIMG0535%20dinesh%20jokoh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/643910/CIMG0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt; danger: small current. another of mrchew's physics jokes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/837164/CIMG0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/665230/CIMG0550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116430170234253450?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116430170234253450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116430170234253450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116430170234253450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116430170234253450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/11/24nov-06.html' title='24nov 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116429996147553141</id><published>2006-11-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:39:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23nov 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Beaming&lt;/s&gt; Brimming With Self-Confidence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok private joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azie: the link to my webshots acct is under the 'Links' section. don't accuse me of not uploading any photos. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went out with lina adilah naz and az. the day started off with dinner at far east. cos the diners before us used a baby chair and so i attempted to move the chair away and the waiter asked if i needed it. and everyone else burst out laughing. then while he was clearing the table, i tripped over the baby chair and nearly got my head crashed. oh goodness, i'm such a klutz! after we ate, we went to gelare to rot and end of story! exclusive camwhoring shots coming up next! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/788805/CIMG0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/795785/CIMG0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/967368/CIMG0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/671812/CIMG0627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/831278/CIMG0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Naz demos how to slit your wrist with a... fork. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/437252/CIMG0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I look silly, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/71387/CIMG0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aza, the cleavage-bearing monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/683506/CIMG0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she attempts to rape naz, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/332483/CIMG0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blinded naz in an attempt to capture this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3348/931/200/77143/CIMG0633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina, the other cleavage-bearing monster and a happy dils. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116429996147553141?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116429996147553141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116429996147553141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116429996147553141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116429996147553141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/11/23nov-06.html' title='23nov 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116381834243416996</id><published>2006-11-18T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T10:52:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18nov 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Attenzione!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prisoner 3004/0594 is hereby released from study prison for a period of 8 months with effect from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: WHOOOOO!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116381834243416996?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116381834243416996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116381834243416996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116381834243416996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116381834243416996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/11/18nov-06.html' title='18nov 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-116297331509692193</id><published>2006-11-08T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:08:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8nov 06</title><content type='html'>i have finally finished watching Princess Hours! haha thank lovely youtube for that. oh gosh, nearing the end i was practically crying buckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i heart the crown prince, he's so charming. :) i think i'm having what they call, a teenage girl craze, 'cept that i'm not teenage anymore, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/joojihoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-116297331509692193?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/116297331509692193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=116297331509692193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116297331509692193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/116297331509692193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/11/8nov-06.html' title='8nov 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115893661655655395</id><published>2006-09-22T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:56:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22sept 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Honours' Night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm such a liar, i'm blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say me, xt and limin are PI-material. whenever either of us brings a camera to school, we'll snap people's embarrassing moments and mr pang's one of our favourite targets. the whole class will gang up together to make him do silly things or pose weirdly and then secretly take photos/ videos of him and upload them on YouTube. the funny thing is that he likes being laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/alwyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now limin is trying to impersonate him. he looks like he's trying to catch a housefly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so thursday was honours' night. while waiting for the event to start, me limin and sheryl were slacking in the canteen which soon turned into a cam-whoring session. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0451.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i look evil in this photo, blergh. anyway, we happened to chance upon a male bikini on Newsweek which looked totally vomit-inducing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0457.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;post-honours' night turned into a cam-whoring party in the void deck. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0458.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;korean, thea, pamy and i.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0459.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and kass at the magnetic board.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jit.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meiyi and darius.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;david, krish and dinesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;matt and LC showing us his erm... tongue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hazri with his face stuffed, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i'm really wary of sheryl these days, esp when she sits in front of me in the lecture theatre. cos i have 4 moles on my left calf and if you join the first and the last with a curved line, you'll get a smiley face. and so what sheryl did today was that she suddenly grabbed my leg with one hand and held a marker on the other in the middle of phy lecture and screamed, "LET'S PLAY JOIN THE DOTS!" i almost died of shock. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/alwyn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0455.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhoo, when i reading naz's blog just now, she put up the results of this silly quiz thingy which she got from some web and i must say that the responses are so eerily true. naz in her gungho attitude, aza's zen, my bimbo, farah's sweetie-pie and lina's i-am-hot-and-hence-i'm-mean attitude. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/breakup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115893661655655395?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115893661655655395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115893661655655395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115893661655655395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115893661655655395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/09/22sept-06.html' title='22sept 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115781304454415203</id><published>2006-09-09T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:52:38.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9sept 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Savage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so yesterday me aza and lal went to visit naz... again. her leg felt a little better so she was very gung-ho when she walked abt without her crutches (of which she complained of an excruciating pain later, haha). anyway, the moment we got to her aunt's house, we'd been eating non-stop- the food that the maid prepared, the kfc which we bought and the kueh that aza's mum made. no wonder i'm starting to pant whenever i do strenuous activites, tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0417.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Ethiopian kid.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Happy and full.)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Guess how many banana fritter balls i stuffed in my mouth? Haha.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (The place was instantly transformed into a beauty house.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(I was amazed by how neatly groomed lal's brows were.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright so when i got home that day, i was just browsing through my extensive image library and i chanced upon a very interesting photo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the uncanny resemblance. one response: freaky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today we had a drama lunch in school and quite a number of j1s and j2s turned up. so when we were queueing up for the food, the people serving the food would just dump truckloads of food on our plates and everyone's plates were as high as mountains when we left the queue. haha but the food was really yummy, so i'm not complaining!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after we stuffed to maximum capacity, we returned to studio to watch videos of all the past productions. we had a good time laughing at everyone's fake stage-smiles when the camera zoomed in on them, yijun's cam-whoring moments, the pervy cameraman who kept shooting kass' boobs and the embarrassing moment when the cameraman zoomed in on dee's tummy and then focussed on her face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0434.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(Don't you feel like you're Alice in Wonderland?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0440.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Train buddies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0442.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(My silly constipated face.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115781304454415203?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115781304454415203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115781304454415203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115781304454415203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115781304454415203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/09/9sept-06_09.html' title='9sept 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115781075279967725</id><published>2006-09-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:05:52.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9sept 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why Dream Of Love, When Love Has Died?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah my favourite song! was waiting so long for them to sing it. in case you haven't an idea what i'm talking about, i'm referring to FORBIDDEN CITY! :))) hell it was one kickass musical. kit chan isn't only a powerful singer but also an emotive one. i could really feel the anguish/happiness/sorrow in her when she sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't watched it, go watch it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115781075279967725?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115781075279967725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115781075279967725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115781075279967725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115781075279967725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/09/9sept-06.html' title='9sept 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115754198715247127</id><published>2006-09-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:26:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6sept 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Joyride.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee i'm watching Forbidden City tmr! *chants: so exciting, this will last for 50 years...!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i visited naz at her house yesterday. initially was just me aza khai yanto and ahmad and then more people tagged along and so in the end, there were 11 of us. haha naz was panicking at home 'cos she didn't prepare enough food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(The leg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (Yes that's Britney behind her door.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Omg, the bio project we did 256465 years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (She caught me prying into her com.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0396.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(She is so full of herself, pun intended.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Laughing at our old school photos.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0376.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Aza's sitting on me, urgh.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(One-legged naz to the rescue!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0379.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(My foot in your face, aza!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(One-legged, she still loves to cam-whore.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0393.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Pseudo lingerie ad.) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/halftone%20pattern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(She tries to pull a ANTM.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Sabbie hates Barney, evidently.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115754198715247127?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115754198715247127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115754198715247127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115754198715247127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115754198715247127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/09/6sept-06.html' title='6sept 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115709141416810230</id><published>2006-09-01T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:47:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1sept 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blog Like A Bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sounds a lot like me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: depressed (nasty acne)&lt;br /&gt;current weight: 400 pounds&lt;br /&gt;current account: deficit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holidays has been most relaxing. i don't recall doing any other thing else besides eating, sleeping, shopping, watching movies and slacking. its no wonder that i'm 400 pounds now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok in chronological order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues was the end of our prelims. yay. haha the euphoria wore off already since we were ALREADY in the post-prelim mood as of last friday. anyway, the class went to town to catch a movie. after taking 648764 years to decide, the guys chose Snakes In The Plane (blergh) while the girls chose Lovewrecked, which was obviously the smarter choice. haha Lovewrecked was so sweet, typical chick-flick but we still loved it. :) Amanda Bynes has like &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; most dramatic facial expressions man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed i went out with the gang to watch Click! at ps. asshole, it was raining like cows and chickens. and being the intelligent me, i forgot to bring my umbrella and so i was &lt;s&gt;drenched&lt;/s&gt; soaked from head to toe. the movie was lovely, i was crying buckets at the end of it. haha it was the most i've ever cried for any movie. i'm gonna do the cliche thing that everyone's doing now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will You Love Me In The Morning?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh how sweet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we went to the CREATIVE shop and then i discovered Prodikeys! haha i swear its really fun to play with it. who knows, i may just be a musical genius, 'cept that i don't know it yet. Prodikeys can help me hone my hidden talent! :) i was practising the Phantom Of The Opera overture over and over until the salesmen around us looked so jaded. i wish the Comex was held sometime in dec and not now, so i can get it for xmas. that way i won't feel the guilt of buying it, you know the spirit of giving? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to spotlight. i was intending to buy a feather boa (super random) but i couldn't find the $7.90/m one which i found last xmas. all that was left were the $25/m ones. :( but... we chanced upon many cute hats! haha they looked cuter than the ones at PartywithUs. so jieyan wanted to buy the GotBeer? one but it was $15. we found a slightly torn one and he bargained with the salesgirl for $5 and she agreed. GRR! lucky ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/got%20beer.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/got%20beer.3.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so thurs i went back to tk. ass it was raining AGAIN. luckily i wasn't that stupid to not bring my umbrella. met up with lots of people and saw a lot of my eye candies (gushes). haha the other joy-inducing thing that happened was that the western food stall was also opened that day! just as Karuna is here on Earth to save us from ugly eyebrows, the Western Foodstall Uncle is here to save us from bad-tasting food. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0294.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0294.6.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Su, fresh from the Big Apple.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0298.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0298.6.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Eh sab, i need cotton buds for my birthday! I've got a hearing problem.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0313.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0313.5.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Niao.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0318.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0318.5.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anorexic Van, Lijuan and Me. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i braved the rain to meet up with the ladies at parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0322.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0322.0.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knew she always wanted to kill me. Jealous that i'm hot maybe. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0323.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Naz aspires to be a photog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0329.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;(Then she tries her luck at jestering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0333.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deranged, she tries to kill herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0325.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's okay, I still love you. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0331.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Happy Goober.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0335.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I never fail to capture people's unglam moments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0336.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No I wasn't licking my fingers if that's what you're thinking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0339.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me and miss i-have-a-hot-brother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0341.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You've got a friend in me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0344.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who doesn't enjoy a cam-whoring moment?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0349.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0349.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0349.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115709141416810230?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115709141416810230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115709141416810230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115709141416810230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115709141416810230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/09/1sept-06.html' title='1sept 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115660968412952159</id><published>2006-08-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:46:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27aug 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ooh You Set My Soul On Fire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad the @#$%^&amp; prelims are (almost) OVER. just left one chem mcq paper next week and i'm DONE! i swear the prelims was like the one of the most horrid experiences of my life. panic, anxiety and denial all rolled into one. considering the fact that i only started my revision four weeks before the prelims and i'm still alive, i only have god to thank for. i could have never done it without him to help me along. i've experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the first thing you wake up you see your books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the last thing you see before you sleep is also your books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;studying till 2am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pumping in coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;popping more panadol to ease those headaches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breaking down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;relying solely on prayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;urgh. mum says i might've gotten migraine cos it runs in the family. definitely not good news to hear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that aside, the class, or rather me xt eliza limin jonlew jerrold ber and james went out after the paper. had lunch at CRYSTAL JADE aka lovelovelove. haha i swear they put magic mushrooms in their xiaolongbao. james was telling a really crappy joke but because we were all under the hypnosis of the xiaolongbao, the girls had laughing fits. eliza spat her drink out, we started laughing at each other and in an instant, we were mad. then jerrold, who was about to eat one xiaolongbao, said, "Oh no, maybe i should not. Later i end up like them." haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then, the most ridiculous thing happened- we went to the toy department and spent 2 good hours in there. we were playing with all the toys and the adults around us were giving us weird stares. haha. when we passed by the Crocs rack, jerrold was like, "Eh you mean people actually wear these out? I thought those people who were wearing these on the streets just came out from the shower cos they looked like bathroom footwear." he is one person who seldom speaks, but when he does, he is really hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then the girls proceeded to go window-shopping! i say, stress makes one do irrational things. i did a count and i realised that i bought 7 pieces of clothing from july to august. THAT'S SICK. luckily, they were all sale items, so i can feel less guilty. but guilty, nonetheless. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on a happier note...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this morning, my mum dragged out of bed at 10 to go the bank to change my passbook. that's like early, by my standards. i'm never fully functional till 1130 on saturdays. i say banks should close later on saturdays! so i was really grumpy and mum said, "Let's have Fish&amp;amp;Co for lunch!" i was un-grumpy by the next second. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i was hanging out at parkway till 5 and then i met up with naz and aza today for dinner at parkway (!). the salesgirls must've thought i'm some homeless tramp, fancy hanging out at parkway the whole day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, they never fail to crack me up with their antics. aza is like Brain and me and naz are like Pinky. one Pinky is bad enough, try two. but anyhow, i feel blessed to have my lovely girlfriends with me- farah, naz and aza. like who needs boyfriends? haha i was JUST KIDDING (about the boyfriend part :p).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we went to play pool at the same place we went to last saturday. this time we met trevor jefferson and louis. every week we will meet some tk fella. parkway is like the second home for all the tk people. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115660968412952159?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115660968412952159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115660968412952159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115660968412952159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115660968412952159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/08/27aug-06_27.html' title='27aug 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115605675991976669</id><published>2006-08-20T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:56:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20aug 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aza's 18th Birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over lunch today, my mum was telling me that she met marie at church yesterday. this was what she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Aiyo she look so young! No one will believe she's 18! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You look so much older than her la!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks. Would you like to sponsor my Botox injections for xmas this year instead? To fight the signs of ageing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice of her. and then another funny thing happened again. she couldn't get the noodles into her spoon 'cos they kept falling off and she was quite annoyed. but she was really stubborn and insisted that the noodles were too LONG when i told her that she was using the wrong kind of utensils for that type of noodles. x&lt; haha somehow i think i got my stubbornness from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday was aza's birthday! i enjoyed myself thoroughly yesterday 'cept that i looked really tired throughout the day. miss anugerah, ams and dils were there too. i was really surprised when i saw lal yesterday. it had been like 219672 years since i last met her. i was quite mad at her for not contacting me for the longest time and so i was quite cold to her at the start, but i slowly warmed up to her 'cos i really missed her company. so for the first time after 09-07-2005, it was the four of us back together again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday party was a really heartwarming one. no fanfair or fancy party can beat the company of close friends. at first i was quite sceptical about celebrating it with her tp friends but they proved to be a bunch of really earnest and nice people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the rain in the late afternoon, it failed to dampen our spirits. it kinda made us really hyped-up actually! when we leaving the beach for parkway, everyone was so goofy. naz was doing the "Can't touch me, nehnehneh!" dance from Shark Tale along the highway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached the pool place at parkway, we met elk and the boyfriend. me and naz were deliberating whether or not to tell her that her pants were slipping off precariously. but then we decided against it. haha probably intentional! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i wished aza happy birthday again. and then she replied me with a really sweet message. these lit-ty people really have the ability to use simple words to make one feel beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prelims were a horror. 2 more weeks till the end of pain! haha currently taking my much-needed break right now. i thought if i were to bounce back into studying again i'll probably lose my sanity (or rather, what's left of it) by the end of the prelims. anyway, i'm currently reading Brave New World which my mum bought for me a few weeks back. haha i kinda like couldn't resist the temptation of reading it. it was sitting on my table and i was like, Ah heck just read it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115605675991976669?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115605675991976669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115605675991976669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115605675991976669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115605675991976669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/08/20aug-06.html' title='20aug 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115605466754627446</id><published>2006-08-20T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:54:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20aug 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love Is All Around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/P1010029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/P1010029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(see the candle in mid-air!) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/P1010031.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(happy golden days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/P1010093.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0265.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0267.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(naz, being herself again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0280..jpg" border="0" /&gt;(naz and yanto were doing this along the highway, beat that.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115605466754627446?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115605466754627446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115605466754627446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115605466754627446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115605466754627446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/08/20aug-06_20.html' title='20aug 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115487630951903750</id><published>2006-08-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:58:29.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6aug 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Woe Is Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to national day and 8 more days to prelims. OMG! (bimbo voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm highly stressed up right now, even my classmates say so too. i'm super cranky in class, singing random songs and lots more which i'm not saying to spare you the agony from reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i had this like super compulsive urge to blog on friday night and when i finally got to the computer, the urge kinda wore off and i was just staring at my screen blankly. &lt;em&gt;Oh bugger, just turn it off la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's a shopaholic in every oestrogen-producing creature. (females i meant, in case you haven't gotten the joke.) like this morning when i woke up, mum came home from her usual sunday-trips-to-ntuc with 12 boxes of toothpaste. TWELVE BOXES OF TOOTHPASTE! 6 colgate and 6 darlie, all in a bid to collect all the designs of the doraemon lunchbox and snoopy water bottles respectively. omg, the things that advertising does to you. i mean i merely mentioned that the designs were really cute and she just had to lay her hands on ALL of them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now apart from studying for my prelims, i am tasked to help her use up the toothpaste. hmm shall i put them up on ebay at 50% off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115487630951903750?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115487630951903750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115487630951903750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115487630951903750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115487630951903750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/08/6aug-06.html' title='6aug 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115418741068994722</id><published>2006-07-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:36:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29jul 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0264.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(helping kian act in his film assignment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0211.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Guys @Esplanade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0215.jpg" 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;(ppp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0228.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0242.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0236.jpg" 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;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115418741068994722?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115418741068994722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115418741068994722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115418741068994722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115418741068994722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/07/29jul-06.html' title='29jul 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115366727622424969</id><published>2006-07-23T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:07:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23july 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The World Has Changed Since You Woke This Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello blog! this is like the first post in more than 3 weeks, tsktsk. prelims are in three weeks = stress stress stress! caffeine units are steadily increasing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a myriad of events happened this july... i celebrated one year of singlehood a couple of weeks ago and ended all drama activities two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the showing of &lt;em&gt;The Guys &lt;/em&gt;was probably one of the most enjoyable productions. maybe its because its the last drama activity for me and thus it left a deep impression in me. anyway, all the syf gold plays were invited to perform at HCI. and so during one of the showing days, i bumped into my aj drama friends- xinyu, justin, etc. and not to mention, that horrid mr guru! i can always remember that day when i tried to sneak out of rehearsal early and he caught me and gave me a huge lashing-down. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the following day, we were performing at the esplanade for &lt;em&gt;Celebrate Drama! &lt;/em&gt;and i bumped into helmi, who happened to be coordinating the event! i havent seen him in ages, not since i last watched him perform at &lt;em&gt;Oi! Sleeping Beauty!&lt;/em&gt;. that day was really hilarious la, when we were leaving he said, "Bye Hamster!" and misswong happened to hear it and she shot me this strange look on her face. haha i certainly dont hope that everyone will come to know that my nickname's Hamster. i'll be stuck with it for life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day, jill matt and jit came down to support us. after the show, jill passed me a beautifully-decorated pot (aka dustbin). haha she can always think of the strangest gifts to give to people. during &lt;em&gt;The Tempest&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;it was a rubber duckie. :) after that we had a ppp at glory's house. miss the ppps we had at suraj's house. at his house, everyone would be so high. but then again, our ppps would start at 2am, after packing up from the evening show. this time it was an afternoon show so everyone probably hadnt warmed up yet. haha. the ppp was really fun but sadly i had to leave early because i had a huge pile of work awaiting me at home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally caught Pirates of the Caribbean yesterday! haha with the usual gang and pepper! :) the movie's not bad, 'cept that johnny depp was given rather little airtime as compared to say, orlando bloom and keira knightley. haha but i'm not complaining! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, during class that day, i was swooning over the johnny depp wallpaper on ingrid's phone and i said "Johnny~" in a dreamy voice and suddenly jonlew turned around. haha it was damn hilarious and so me and ingrid were laughing at him and he just returned a puzzled look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg now. my bed's calling out to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115366727622424969?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115176831717139933?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115176831717139933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115176831717139933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115176831717139933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115176831717139933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/07/1jul-06_01.html' title='1jul 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115176766434389222</id><published>2006-07-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:27:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1jul 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Hate The Day That's Coming In 2 Days' Time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin's officially botched, urgh. i can almost hear my skin scream: Help we need a dermatologist! thou shalt go on a no fried food, no sweets and pure fruits, water and veggie diet. i must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ebay is love! haha my bluetooth headset had like 32 bids and it closed at $26.50 (almost twice my set price). my halter top closed at $22 after the buyer said she needed it urgently and i kept delaying my email replies so she decided to up the ante to have me sell it to her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of school was horrid. my body hadn't adjusted to the new sleeping pattern and so i was looking like a zombie during the first week of school. haha like as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was band comp. i must say it wasn't as spectacular as previous years but we still managed to whoop the other school's asses. haha that alone, is sufficient. sigh i can feel that the school spirit of the current batch is a far cry from that of the senior batch. strangely, it was the graduates and alumni who were cheering the loudest and singing the school song. people really shouldn't take for granted the fact that eventhough our band's been winning for more than 10 years running, our victory is smth that is definite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the comp, me ams qis hayati lyn vin and hafiz went for dinner at kfc. it was really reminiscing talking about our days back in tk, joking and relaxing together. its a pity that nowadays, we don't have the luxury of having the time to do these kind of things. in retrospect, i realised that it was after i graduated that i actually got to know more people, eg. hafiz hayati and qis. i used to see these people around in school all the time but i never had the chance to talk to them. oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went for an audition at one of the modelling agencies which "scouted" me. aye it was quite okay la, i could tell the fella was really keen in putting me up for his assignments but i still haven't given him a definite reply yet. i think this will come across as a huge shock for my mum if i told her and personally, i don't think i can juggle work and school together, with the horrid alevels coming soon. i've got another audition on monday at another agency. urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115176766434389222?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115176766434389222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115176766434389222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115176766434389222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115176766434389222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/07/1jul-06.html' title='1jul 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115098145221576860</id><published>2006-06-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:04:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22jun 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Of Coffee And Long Walks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with kian today. finally after so long! we kept saying we wanted to meet up but it never materialized. the last time i saw him was in school back in first 3 months, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was waiting at orchard for him, i was talent-scouted thrice. haha looks like some scam so i probably won't give it much hope. that nut was late cos he totally overslept. the whole time he was in like a major daze due to lack of sleep. haha. damn i wore my 3-inch wedges but i'm still one head shorter than he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to this hongkong restaurant at taka for lunch which is really atypical of him. during our meal i kept poking fun at his zit (which he insists is a mosquito bite) and he got really uptight about it. after lunch we were walking around town and we accidentally bumped into his ex. after that he got really grumpy and we started discussing about how much we wanted to kill our ex. :)&lt;br /&gt;had a really long and relaxing chat at starbucks. pure joy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-115087271006342811</id><published>2006-06-21T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:58:03.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21jun 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0064.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0064.0.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;(vikkrishhaz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0078.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0081.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the girls who try so hard to imitate paris and nicole, but fail.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0083.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(naz's retro hairband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0084.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0090.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aza was trying to change into her skirt on the bus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0094.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0093.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;(lesbian fun PII. tsk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-115087271006342811?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/115087271006342811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=115087271006342811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115087271006342811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/115087271006342811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/06/21jun-06_21.html' title='21jun 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114992673447948492</id><published>2006-06-10T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:26:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10jun 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Photos Galore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0379.jpg" 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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr hairy crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0382.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0382.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0382.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0386..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0386..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0401..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0417..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0417..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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0417..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesbian fun. (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0421.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0417..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114992673447948492?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114992673447948492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114992673447948492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114992673447948492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114992673447948492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/06/10jun-06_114992673447948492.html' title='10jun 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114992184016701812</id><published>2006-06-10T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:33:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10jun 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pop. Six. Squish. Uh uh. Cicero. Lipschitz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a nasty mood today cos i'm having a major breakout. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying has been most unproductive. at this rate i'm so gonna fail my a's. i think i should consider a career as a factory worker now that i'm still young and able. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night while i was studying, i realised the bible on my table was really dusty. so i picked it up and dusted it. as i was running my fingers through the pages, i came across a verse which debra wrote for me and that brought me to the book of John. as i read on, it talked abt the miracles that jesus performed during his time that led to people wanting to plot his death. well all the while i've always known that people plotted his death but i never knew why they did that. personally, i was very touched after reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this then led me to think of many things. The Da Vinci Code, 666, the whole hype abt the apocalypse... my insecurities and possibly the lack of faith culminated to my heart feeling really unsettled these few weeks and i don't like feeling that way. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday me jo and pam went to other jo's house for movie marathon. we chiong-ed 5 movies in a day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a216/sabbie_tan/mon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell we ate like 3 bags of popcorn, instant mee, 2 pizzas and finished 2 bottles of drinks. pigs! haha. watching chicago reminded me of Teacher's Day '03 when we did Cellblock Tango. it was a kickass performance man. in retrospect, i really miss tk drama. :( all the times we had together- bitching and more bitching. haha. aye, i regret not going back for the Masquerade Night last sat. urgh and tk is just like 2 steps away from my house la. but then again there was some miscommunication along the way saying that the girls are all not going. oh well... i'm not gonna give Band Comp a miss this time round man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/chicago.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was asking pamy abt the drama dinner on wed and damn sounds like i've missed a really good drama gathering on wed. roar. hell why do i keep missing gatherings! &gt;:( anyway, we had a really good time yesterday. first was the "Jo And Cockroach" episode where jo tried to kill a cockroach but ended up running away instead. other jo captured the whole scene on video and threatened to upload it on YouTube and entitle it as "Hard Gay". haha the whole world would probably have seen jo's embarrassing moment by tmr man. the next was when jo secretly captured a video of me swooning at love scenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114992184016701812?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114992184016701812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114992184016701812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114992184016701812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114992184016701812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/06/10jun-06.html' title='10jun 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114897816961556070</id><published>2006-05-30T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:40:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30may 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jailhouse Rock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/untitled.0.jpg" 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;&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;i guess hanging around with sheryl kinda induces you to like oldies. i'm officially addicted to elvis now. :) he looks sexay! (gush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should shop around Wh more often, they play nice oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received an email a few days back from one of the chek jawa guides asking me if i was interested to go down to labrador park to relocate the organisms cos the pasir panjang port's gonna be expanded and so the reclamation will affect labrador. just had this urge to be close to nature again and hence i was at labrador park this morning with ams! how reminiscing the smell of seaweed in the air, the sponges and corals everywhere. it reminded me of the times when we were guiding at cj in sec2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so long ago... our all-time favourite jeep ride, secret garden, the puked-my-guts-out sea cucumber in nus, champagne by the rocky shore on new year's eve, adventures up the beacon and many more. i miss chek jawa and my cj buds... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114897816961556070?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114897816961556070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114897816961556070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114897816961556070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114897816961556070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/05/30may-06.html' title='30may 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114830438641045483</id><published>2006-05-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:26:26.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22may 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm Wide Awake And I Can See The Perfect Sky Is Torn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud to be a part of syf 2006, we won gold with HONOURS! plus, we're the only school that won this award this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought of the day: lyrical jazz is sexay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been updating in the longest time, simply because there's too much to write and i don't know where to start. drama is finally over. lots of mixed feelings- happy and sad. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back track to last last thurs. after cru, the school invited us for a dinner with the foreign scholars to interact with them. during the interaction, i realised that actually it can life's quite scary and tough being in a foreign land all by yourself- defenseless. oh well, another random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just when we thought we heard the last of "Old-Fashioned Christmas", after the dinner we were so high on ice lemon tea, we started singing that song and all the memories of our all-girl cru days came back all at once. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning when i woke up, mum came into my room and asked, "Let's have kenny roger's for lunch!" i was like: What's gotten into her? She was never this lavish, but oh well! so mum and i were shopping around suntec and she suddenly suggested buying a new pair of shoes for me. smth's quite amiss now. after trying on this pair of Pony which caught my eye, mum immediately paid for them. the last time i bought my shoes i took a good whole hour to decide before finally paying for them, this took only ten minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to funan to buy sd cards and we came across this attractive camera offer- Fuji Finepix was going for $399.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I still owe u a birthday present. Let's get it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! No. Hello we're talking about four hundred dollars here!&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl immediately shot me this evil look.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Your camera's so laupok already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, we're going out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, this is one of the few times that mum is actually so nonchalant about splurging. all thanks to the progress package! Sab &lt;3 PAP! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues was a school-declared holiday and we had cru that morning. while waiting for the cast to be done with their warmups, everyone was sitting together crapping as usual. roy decides to make this really random comment abt his "friends" and we had to give clare a crash course abt the birds and bees after she thought that the balls were in the sausage. (gasp) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another time when lin was waving her pet knife around and i was sitting right before her. nick who was behind me, went, "ARGH!" so i took the tuning fork, which i'd been fiddling, and put it in front of her in defence. and lin went, "ARGH! She's gonna blast me with her perfect pitch!" and everyone burst out into laughter. one of the few times that lin actually cracks a joke, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, the class met up at kenny roger's for dinner. it was a really sad state cos only ten people turned up. nevertheless, we had a really cosy dinner and had fun debating whether kenny roger sang or sold chickens first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed was syf day. as usual, sab the flower girl was assigned to buy flowers again. roy drove me to the nursery to get the flowers. i was in the freezer room for a long time cos i couldn't make up my mind which to get and so by the time i came out, my fingers felt like they were detached from my hand cos i couldn't feel them anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play went without any hiccups, thankfully. jo said helmi was there too but sadly i didn't manage to bump into him. when we returned to school from chinese high, we were greeted with chocolates, icecream and 1000 sticks of satay for dinner! omg, i ate so much that day. during dinner, yijun and dinesh walked up to tushar with cans of shaving gel and tricked tushar into believing that those were deodorant and they wanted to teach him how to use deo. he lifted up his shirt and they sprayed him all over with shaving gel! haha the whole void deck was splattered with the green gel and instantly the smell of satay in the void deck was masked by shaving gel smell. just some of the crazy things drama people do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night the class went to support sheryl at iCtalent held at sajc. we were held up by sheryl's friend who made us wait for an hour and finally decides that he doesn't want tickets anymore. urgh. dropped by ps to get flowers for her and then rushed to sa to do her hair and makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the contestants were spectacular 'cept that the results were quite screwed up. anyway, sheryl got third and her sister second. after the competition, sheryl's parents brought us to swensens for supper. when we reached swensens at crown hotel, the queue outside was abt a kilometre long. urgh. so her dad suggested conrad and everyone fell silent immediately. like omg, its a five-star hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really hilarious cos when we saw the menu, everyone choked when they saw the price- Char Kway Teow: $21. haha so everyone let sheryl do the ordering instead. we ate so much i'm guessing the bill's abt $400+ cos there was like 26 of us, including her parents and her sister's friends. \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo school's ending in a few more days. ah finally, my much-needed break is coming! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114830438641045483?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114830438641045483/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>6may 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kian is such a prick. haha had this really hilarious convo with him last night on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nincompoop says:&lt;br /&gt;so how's u?&lt;br /&gt;kian. . says:&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;kian. . says:&lt;br /&gt;u?&lt;br /&gt;kian. . says:&lt;br /&gt;smiling everyday?&lt;br /&gt;nincompoop says:&lt;br /&gt;haha hell yea!&lt;br /&gt;nincompoop says:&lt;br /&gt;keeps me youthful&lt;br /&gt;nincompoop says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;kian. . says:&lt;br /&gt;thats good!&lt;br /&gt;kian. . says:&lt;br /&gt;keep it up summer sabrina&lt;br /&gt;nincompoop says:&lt;br /&gt;omg u are such a prick!&lt;br /&gt;nincompoop says:&lt;br /&gt;do not, i say, DO NOT make fun of my username&lt;br /&gt;nincompoop says:&lt;br /&gt;i had this acct since p4 la!&lt;br /&gt;nincompoop says:&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;kian. . says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;kian. . says:&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER SABRINA!&lt;br /&gt;kian. . says:&lt;br /&gt;alliteration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114692158055457632?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114692158055457632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114692158055457632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114692158055457632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114692158055457632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/05/6may-06.html' title='6may 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114683811349329954</id><published>2006-05-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:10:21.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5may 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Truth Hurts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i really should stop this bad habit of mine of prying for information. its just dumb because i only end getting upset finding out stuff which i really, shouldn't know. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can't emphasise enough just how stupid the guys in my class are; their brains are simply beyond repair. some idiot totally dissed me off today and its simply not worth mentioning at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i went back to school for a drama bbq. wow the food was really good, esp the chocolate cookies which david's mum made, so i asked him if his mum could adopt me. haha. :) following which, the cru took part in the cast's characterisation activity which we had to play stranded victims in a burning building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hiding at the aircon vents near my base class because that's the brightest of all the locations. haha felt so embarrassed that i'm so big-sized and yet i'm so afriad of the dark. i was waiting there for a good one hour and feeding mosquitoes at the same time. so when some people came by my area, i decided to make life easy for them (since they've been running all over the school looking for us) and scream. hazri heard it and he went, "Ok victim's at level 5!" when in fact i was at level 4. i pretended i had a broken leg and so they had to go down to fetch a stretcher up for me. haha. it was really cool being stretcher-ed down four levels and watching noel and hazri sweating their guts out whilst carrying me. :) on their way down, i told them there was a gunman at the fourth level and for a moment they were stunned and the next, they were pressing their walkies frantically asking for help on what to do. i'm evil, i know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached the concourse, mrs c went, "Wow finally, the second victim saved!" because there were like 5 more victims but time was running out already. she had a really good laugh when she saw the words on my shirt- it read: MISSING. :) when the whole activity ended, she told us that the police actually came by to check because the simulations and everything were so real that the people living in the condo nearby called for the police. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day we had cru again. after that i went to suntec to meet the gang. sigh been a long while since i last met them. debra treated us to vietnamese cuisine and when debra's beau-to-be, gy, finally came, it was like an hour later and everyone had finished eating already. so we were just staring at him while he ate. haha. because i had like a dozen holiday hw to complete, our initial movie plans had to be cancelled. so we went to Ben&amp;Jerry's instead. we ordered like 6 scoops of icecream- chocolate fudge brownie, chocolate chip cookie dough, phish food, dublin mudslide, chunky monkey and oatmeal. which means that i've officially tried ALL of the B&amp;amp;J flavours and had 12 scoops of icecream in a week. (gasp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how the hell am i gonna run my 2.4 next week. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114683811349329954?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114683811349329954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114683811349329954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114683811349329954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114683811349329954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/05/5may-06.html' title='5may 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114571357275527034</id><published>2006-04-22T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:46:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22apr 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0352.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0352.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0352.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at nydc on april fool's. Don't ask why there's no photos of humans 'cept for this menu, beats me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0382.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0382.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0382.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0382.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whoring in the toilet. x&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0352.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0381.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0381.0.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0364.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tempest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0374.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the more interesting gifts i received. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114571357275527034?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114571357275527034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114571357275527034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114571357275527034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114571357275527034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/04/22apr-06_22.html' title='22apr 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114569391224666463</id><published>2006-04-22T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:17:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22apr 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello Civilisation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been 2 weeks since i last blogged, wow that's really long. been a really traumatic and busy week- catching up with work i missed out during theatre week, getting away with not doing work etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thurs i met up with the gang and des for dinner. felt very family-ish cos we had dinner at some zhi cha restaurant near debra's house. haha. while waiting for debra to run back home and change, the guys started strumming songs on the guitar and the whole atmosphere suddenly became very emo. anyway, we watched Firewall after debating for ten years and it was very good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sat rolly polly initiated a phy extra lesson for me and yicheng. hell, during the three hours (!), we just kept attacking each other with verbal insults. haha, but it was a productive session though. met the drama pple doing PT for syf and kept getting distracted, so rolly went like, "Come yicheng, i'll just teach you only. We've lost her already." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with NAZ and AZ for the first time since last march! :) missed them loads. finally gave out their belated 17th birthday present, xmas present and south africa present which had been accumulating and collecting dust at one corner of my table for the longest time. naz's sporting a new hairdo now and it looks just like maggie mee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i realised when we talk, we aren't afraid to approach certain sensitive topics anymore, eg. relationships and stuff. haha but that's not to say we weren't open in the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tangs to find smth decent so i can use my tangs gift voucher which i received some TWO years ago but to no avail. maybe cos they know it'll be hard to find anything nice there so the validity is like 2 years long. haha. next we went to borders to find naz's cousin in the hope that we can get good discounts. the Corpse Bride vcd was out already and i wanted to buy it since i haven't watched it yet and after thinking for a while, i realised i'd already downloaded it but haven't watched it only. tsktsk my absent-mindedness is getting quite serious. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the new cathay cineplex to check out the flea market. lots of nice clothes under $5 and when we saw them, we all had this perpetual incredulous look on our faces. haha. bought one american eagle shirt which says "Lady Delailas' School of Snake Charming- You'll Get A Quick Rise!" for $5. bought it only cos naz was like, "Hurry buy this, else i'm getting it!" went to the toilet to try on our new buys and we started cam-whoring and slapping our tummies trying to make some sort of symphony which turned out to be cacophonous. :) haha luckily there wasn't anyone in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had phy spa this morning. disgusting, for the whole hour everyone was just frantically writing away and after 20mins i could feel my hand was cramping up already. x&lt; after that the class girls went to hollandv (again) for breakfast. following which me and xt went to our all-time favourite shop- Party With Us! haha its damn addicitive la, we can just spend like hours in there. found the chocolate lip balm that laura bought and got one for myself too. it smells so yummy i have to constantly stop myself from eating it. haha. there were other flavours too like cheese, chocolate cake, blueberry muffin and lemon meringe. (gushes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i reached home, i happily placed the lip balm in my drawer and found more lip balms than i expected. one from clara from xmas, another free one from body shop and one which i bought some years back. oh my, please bless me with chapped lips else i'll never be able to finish all these lip balms. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mum came back from the supermarket, she happily showed me all her buys including this instant mashed potato thingy which she so-claims is really yummy. haha she never believes that whatever the promoter lets you sample at the supermarket will hardly be the same when you DIY at home. ever since that seaweed incident (she bought this japanese seaweed thing which tasted like goo when she prepared it later at home), she still isn't convinced by my theory. haha oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been scientifically proven that taking afternoon naps increases your intelligence. so i'm off to boost my IQ now! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114569391224666463?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114569391224666463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114569391224666463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114569391224666463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114569391224666463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/04/22apr-06.html' title='22apr 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114457847191384816</id><published>2006-04-09T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:00:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9apr 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Had Me At Hello.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why i thought of this lame title. anyway, after lying in bed comatose for a good 6 hours, i finally feel awake! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-back track-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of april had been a blast for me. we had rehearsals that day till 6 then we watched Tribute To Broadway till 8ish, following which me darius dinesh maggie nuraini and tim had dinner at hollandv. we went to nydc and cos it was april fool's, we decided we had to pull a prank on someone before the day ended. first dinesh decided to call for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh: Can i have a Golden Girl mudpie? (there wasn't such a dish)&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded waitress: Erm...&lt;br /&gt;Following which she scans the menu furiously and decides to take a chance and say..&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: We don't have that, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh: I know! Haha. Alright i'll have a Jedi Mudpie then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were talking, crapping and making dinesh serenade all of us. around 11, hazri and elia and a few other j1s came over to join us and we ordered more food. so finally when we asked for the bill, it amounted to $133.12. everyone was laughing and not being serious and went like, "Haha! How come so much?" we decided that this time, we'd play another prank on the waitress again. we put $33.10 inside the bill book (whatever you call it) and i hid the 2 fifty-dollar bills. the waitress just went away and didn't attend to us. so when we were about to make our great escape, she comes back looking really flustered and asked us how much did we give her. after that we screamed in her face "HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S!" and flashed her the 2 fifty-dollar bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we left it was late 11 and by that time we were really tired already considering that we had long rehearsals everyday. on our way out, we were trailing far behind elia and it was only when we reached the carpark that we realised she was missing. so we were searching the whole area for her and suddenly the carpark attendant came to us and told us she was hiding in his cupboard. and we were like O_o. so we decided to declare really loudly that we were going off already and she suddenly dashed out of the cupboard. damn funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-moving on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday we were excused from school at 1. so on my way up to the studio, i met mrchew and he decided to have this really long talk with me regarding my term exam grades, of which i did not perform fantastically well but i still managed to keep my four subs. well, i really have the lord to thank for for this cos i only studied for each paper the night before. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday we reported straight at srt. for the first time in many days, i had a ten-hour sleep and it felt so good. haha. being in the same dressing room as laura was torturous. the only time she's not eating was when she was onstage. naturally we were all affected by her and so the whole time we were in theatre, it became fat camp. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the theatre, time passed by so quickly and before long, it was showtime already. my goodness, the amount of glitter we put on ourselves is gargantuan, so much so that we looked like we went swimming in a glitter pool. after we bathed, the glitter nightmare would still haunt us cos there'd still be glitter leftover on the hair and face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, rachel debra and pea came on thursday and on the way home, rachel was telling me that the girls in our cell want to get baptised by april and asked if i wanted too. i'd been thinking abt this topic for the longest time and i wasn't really sure if i was ready for this yet. to get baptised was smth i really wanted for myself but i wasn't sure i could keep up with that commitment level. i don't wanna be a lukewarm christian. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very soon, it was our last show yesternight. during our warmups, we all got so emo everyone was crying buckets. our makeup ran like crazy and we were only ten minutes to standby so everyone was frantically trying to redo their makeup after it ended. its just sad that this is the last production for most j2s. yikes, i felt really sad to leave drama cos i only joined late last year and this whole drama journey was gonna end just when i began to enjoy it. i really love the drama people a lot cos apart from all the crazy antics that we pull, we all share the same passion towards drama. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ppp at suraj's house last night was a kickass. talking rubbish, dancing, playing soccer and smoking sheesha the whole night (or morning, to be exact). me and pamy were sharing girlie secrets on the sofa with david sleeping at our feet which we later found out, he wasn't really sleeping! haha so he joined in our convo. later vik comes along and slept with david with their hands interlocking (highly disturbing). i was really high cos i was sleepy and so i asked them to kiss each other for entertainment sake. and soon we started talking abt homosexuals which later led on to heterosexuals upon which the convo strayed away dangerously. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, i joined the others in the balcony cos i smelt the arrival of the macs delivery. i was sprawled all over the couch that hazri commented that my ass was continental, like that of china cos i left him so little butt space. haha. when everyone awoke from their deep slumber, or comatose to be exact, we were all so stoned but LC managed to crack us up. he ordered a Big Breakfast before he slept and when he woke up, he said, "Where's my Big Mac?" everyone burst out in laughter cos 1) he sounded like he was drunk when he said that and 2) there is no Big Mac in the breakfast menu. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when most people left, we went to check out suraj's room and it was in such a terrible state cos more than 15 people slept there last night and the room had flowers, dirty clothes and smelly people in it. haha. on the ride home, i was sleeping like a corpse on shagun's car and when we reached i was so drowsy, i had difficulty getting home from the tkgs busstop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... now its back to the harshness of the reality of school. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114457847191384816?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114457847191384816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114457847191384816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114457847191384816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114457847191384816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/04/9apr-06.html' title='9apr 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114329966236056001</id><published>2006-03-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:17:06.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25mar 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Was Good While It Lasted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god the term exams are over and i managed to survive through this week. this was probably the most traumatising week i've ever had- jet lags, massive cramming, sleepiness, insomnia due to use of excessive caffeine to try to curb my sleepiness and hell more. the only subject i can say i've prepared for, without my conscience pricking me is probably chem. haha. the rest of them i crammed it all the night before. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally turned 18 too. yay! maybe it was cos i was busy all march with south africa tour and all, that the whole excitement of the anticipation of my birthday didn't really happen so it didn't feel like it was my birthday when i woke up that morning. after spa, limin and xt gave me my birthday present- 2 bottles of body shop perfume. it was really sweet of them to get me presents consider the fact that everyone's busy cramming for TE. later on, i went out with jie to have my birthday lunch. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mum reached home that tuesday, she went, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" the moment she saw me. i gave her a super blank look cos my mind was saturated with benzene rings and backside attacks that this greeting caught me unaware. haha she bought a cake for me too and i was really happy that day cos it was a long time since she 'celebrated' my birthday for me. you know, the whole u're-no-longer-a-kid thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-moving on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chem paper on wed, we had a performance at the hdb &lt;em&gt;long service&lt;/em&gt; award ceremony. me and thea were still strolling to the studio and when we saw no one there, we were really shocked. then mrs c comes along and says, "Hurry ladies and get changed! The bus is waiting for u!" then we were like omg and started scurrying our asses and got changed. the audience were really dead even when we were performing the bhangra and everyone got a little disappointed. oh well, can't blame them cos they were really old people (see: long service award). :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our last paper on thurs, me xt and ingrid went to town for lunch. i was quite puzzled at how fast everyone had scurried off after the paper and that our usual class outing was only reduced to the 3 of us now. so while we were having our lonesome lunch at cine, i was caught unaware when i saw our class people carrying this beautifully-lit NYDC cake and singing the birthday song for me and so i shot them my infamous blank look. haha took me quite a while before i got really hyped up. (: yay 2sb6 is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0343.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, the rest of the guys came after their gym session. then we had this major debate as to what movie to watch and i was like "Erm anything" cos i haven't really been catching up on movies and every movie seemed so foreign to me now. haha but finally we settled for Date Movie which was highly retarded but entertaining. second movie i've watched this year! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114329966236056001?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114329966236056001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114329966236056001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114329966236056001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114329966236056001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/03/25mar-06_25.html' title='25mar 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114321774389921536</id><published>2006-03-25T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:48:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25mar 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let The Eyes Do The Talking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no the title has nothing to do with this post and there is absolutely nothing wrong with my butt, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had a blast during this 2 weeks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the airport on time last fri and when i was dragging my luggage to be tagged, krish had this blank look on his face when he handed me my baggage tag- he saw the sticker with my name on it stuck across my luggage. the sticker was more than 30cm long and my dad made that for me many years back. everytime i went on a trip, everyone would gawk at it cos it was just so ostentatious. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-moving on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0001.0.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at the airport at 10pm when the flight was at 2am. mum, naz, az, rachel and pea came to send me off. haven't seen naz and az in ages and i really missed them. cos we had gp paper in the morning and i stayed up real late the previous night to (start to) pack, i was really zombie-fied by 10. when we got on the plane, i snoozed unglamourously with my mouth wide opened. thank god i was sitting on the last row and no one can quite see. (: apart from the in-flight entertainment and the nat-and-ankita-with-the-cockroach-battle, the journey was terrible cos the seats were really uncomfortable and the stewardess would wake u up every now and then to pass u a drink or a towel. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0009.1.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather in jo'burg was perfect, somewhere between 15-20degrees and it looked rather europe-ish. we had breakfast at jeppe's and the school was just so pretty. all the lush greenery; a far cry from the concrete jungles in singapore. (: then we went to our hotel- which was situated across jo'burg's largest mall. the hotel had a huge compound, 2 rooms, a living room and a kitchen and it was shared between me jiayi cecilia and nirali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our free&amp;easy time, me and jiayi went over to thea's room with many others, with the intention to study. but the moment i got on the couch i started snoozing already. haha. we visited the cultural village next and had a carnivorous dinner and watched some very energetic south african dance. and later on i found out that one of the shopkeepers almost sold vik some marijuana when he wanted to buy a blow-pipe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day we took a 5-hour busride to the game reserve. along the way we passed by this sunflower plantation and all the girls on the bus just went "WOW" unanimously. haha. the lodge we stayed in was really gorgeous too and me and jiayi had dinesh and matt (the cam-whores) as neighbours. needless to say, the moment we settled into the lodge, we started cam-whoring. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0059.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0059.0.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0132.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0132.1.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game drive on the open-top jeep was fabulous- we saw dung beetles, giraffes, hippos, antelopes, zebras and loads more. after the 3hour drive, we went star-gazing and hell, the nightsky was certainly more breathtaking. we were then treated to dinner around a massive campfire with lots of song and dance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following morning, we had another game drive and this time we saw lions and rhinoes. the drive was terrible- imagine 15degrees in the morning with a heavy drizzle, hungry and u're sitting on an open-top jeep racing through the reserve. i was shivering like nuts with my teeth chattering so violently, i swear my teeth almost got grinded into powder. haha. after a yummy breakfast, we headed back to jo'burg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at this restaurant called carnivore and surely u can guess, its a game restaurant. the waiters would come around your tables with a leg from the antelope or smth and cut a slice for u with their long swords. tried venison, ostrich, crocodile, spring bobs and antelopes. crocodile meat was really good and antelope was as tough as rubber. for the first time, being a carnivore wasn't really a bad thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0216.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0220.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0220.0.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to the hotel during which some people got quite sick from all that meat. had rehearsals at the compound outside our rooms and the neighbours would occasionally pop by to have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first school we performed at was parktown. they were really very crazy audiences and considering it was a girls' school, all the guys had huge fanclubs immediately after the performance all ready to get their (gasp) autographs/ hugs/ photos. haha. we headed to pretoria that afternoon to perform at crawford and hell, it was a south african version of acs. every part of the school just spells r-i-c-h. haha. the crawford junior choir was really cute, imagine 6-7 years old kids singing "You know you've seen everything... When you see an elephant fly..." (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day, we performed at kensington and they cheered so loudly for us, it was as if we were some rock band. (: never in singapore would u be able to find such engaging audiences. went to soweto to visit the hector pieterson museum and nelson mandela's house. felt very ill-informed when the tour guide was explaining everything. [: for a moment i felt really lucky that we have such a strong governance in singapore cos racial differences can cause a lot of problems in a country, in the case of south africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0225..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0225..jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to the hotel to change into our smart outfits to go to a jazz club! (: dinesh was my "hot date" that night and while we were queueing to go in, we saw some people decked in rocker outfits- metal studs and black leather- and so i sensed that smth was amiss. indeed, that night was rock night. \: cos there was so many of us, we waited for abt 2 hours before our food came. ): after we left, everyone was looking so distraught to the extend that i saw a very-stressed-out matt fishing out a piece of boger from his nose. tsktsk. :p let the photos speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0250..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0250..jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0257..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0257..0.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day we went morning shopping at the mall (finally)! everyone came back with bags and bags of stuff but i only bought a trucker cap cos nothing else caught my eye. ): visited the apartheid museum next and headed to golf reef city for dinner. the buffet was yummy and we watched the musical African Footprints at the bar-cum-theatrette. snapped a photo of a rather interesting page i saw on the cocktail menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0310..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0310..jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite appalled when they were doing the tribal dance cos jumping t-strings (on men) can actually be, ahem, quite a sight. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last show at jeppe's! this time we included The Guys in our performance so i managed to watch it for the first time. i thought the play was really touching, especially when they sang Amazing Grace when they read out each eulogy. after the performance, the girls taught us south african drumming and i must say, i have zero sense of rhythm. (: haha. jeppe were hosting this Concert In The Park thingy and we were invited. it was really splendid- dancing under the stars in the rose garden with a live band playing on. really wished that moment would never end. (: after the concert, everyone was ecstatic, including mrs c and ms wong. mrs c punk'd leon by tricking him into believing that he really left his pouch behind in the school and refused to stop the bus to let him go down. after realising he got punk'd, mrs c said, "L is not for Leon; its for Louser." haha. we could tell she was very high when she was giving instructions for flea market-shopping the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs C: Repeat after me. I will not buy marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;All: I will not buy marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs C: I will not buy pornography.&lt;br /&gt;All: I will not buy pornography.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs C: I will not buy 3-metre giraffes and 55 drums.&lt;br /&gt;All: I will not buy 3-metre giraffes and 55 drums.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs C: I will bubble-wrap my knives with bubble wrap.&lt;br /&gt;All: (bursts into laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bubble wrap one was really funny. like how often do u hear an english teacher making a grammatical mistake? haha. when we got back to the hotel that night, jiayi was so high she suggested calling everyone to our room to have a major party but in the end, we cam-whored instead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flea market-shopping was really fruitful eventhough we only had an hour and a half to shop all we could. on the ride back to the airport, everyone was frantically bubble-wrapping their giraffes and sheeshas. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the flight back, all the j2s were studying furiously and the flight stewardess would shoot us with blank looks whenever they came by us. so there, goodbye south africa and hello term exams! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114321774389921536?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114321774389921536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114321774389921536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114321774389921536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114321774389921536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/03/25mar-06.html' title='25mar 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114093105423551169</id><published>2006-02-26T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:23:02.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26feb 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Feet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling super duper sick on fri, so i didn't go to school. shld've listened to mama and went down to the clinic earlier cos by the time i reached, which was 11, the clinic was packed like hell. so i waited for abt an hour before my turn came. i was really shocked when the doctor said that if i'd sought treatment later, my cough would have developed into bronchitis and things would have gotten way more complicated. ): so she gave me a whole bag of medicine of which some included medicine for asthmatics. there's so many pills to take- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; and white. just short of red, green and blue and i'll get all the colours of the rainbow! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some shopping. bought my sneaker balls for my smelly smelly shoes. the sneaker balls bore really stark resemblance to you-know-what. haha. only when i reached home i realised that the ones i bought can only last 3 months and i was like, "Stupid me." there were those which could last more than a year and i didn't even bother to check cos the smiley-faced sneaker balls were so attractive. =.= bought flowers for joce and when i passed by rotiboy, i realised it had CLOSED DOWN. omg i almost felt my whole world was crumbling down. (well maybe not that serious la.) but yikes! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended joce's baptism that night. met jiahao (mike-whore), lijuan and elk there! (: i was moved to tears when she shared her testimony cos i somehow saw myself in her. during the whole service, i kept thinking abt my life as a christian and what i wanted to do abt it; what exactly was stopping me from bridging myself closer to Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the service, me jiahao and debra went to ikea for dinner. but by the time we reached there, the restaurant was closed already. so sad, no meat balls. ): so we settled for bk. then the infuriating thing happened- while i was still eating my burger, this indian man suddenly took the tray away and i was like, "Eh eh... My chilli sauce..." and he blatantly ignored me. grr. while we were eating, jiahao kept asking debra lots of questions regarding the da vinci code and i just stood there, mouth agape, in absolute amazement at how he knew so much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's farah's dance comp. felt bad that i couldn't go down to support her cos mum's totally paranoid abt me going out and stuff. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;E &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;M &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114093105423551169?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114093105423551169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114093105423551169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114093105423551169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114093105423551169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/02/26feb-06.html' title='26feb 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114052509047580866</id><published>2006-02-21T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:33:55.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21feb 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tale of the KVs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the previous post was so vulgar and so unlike of me to be screaming profanities. but WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday we had half-day to celebrate post-funorama. when the school totalled the figures, we were still $200k away from our target of $750k and i was secretly smiling to myself when i saw the figure. :p so after we settled the admin stuff in school, the class headed to kbox at cineleisure to give the Kbox Virgins their first exposure to singing in public apart from our usual bathrooms. the KVs of course included people like sheryl, eliza, ingrid, me and xueting, ie. the angmoh-pai people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were at kbox everyone instantly transformed into mic-whores; hogging the mics non-stop which reminded me of JIAHAO who was mic-hogging too when we were carolling last xmas. anyway, everyone was so high, singing (or rather screaming) into the mics, the waitresses looked mortified when they came in to serve our food. haha. i remember we were passing the mic everywhere so quickly that the wires hooked onto the cups and made a big splash ever so often on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the girls were singing our all-time favourites like backstreet boys "...Tell me why. Ain't nothing but a heartache...", britney spears "...Hit me baby one more time!..." and spice girls "...Yo tell me what you want what you really really want..." (: and i remember when we were singing &lt;em&gt;sex bomb&lt;/em&gt;, i was totally ecstatic, i was jumping all over on the couch. haha. the guys on the hand, were singing chinese songs. so the girls were practically snoozing away when they were singing (or so they thought). haha. i still remember their favourite song was the cockroach song "...Kan zhe zhang lang wo bu pa wo pa ah..." which was the chinese version of the irritating numa numa song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, we had fun. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114052509047580866?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114052509047580866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114052509047580866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114052509047580866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114052509047580866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/02/21feb-06.html' title='21feb 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114033827308914640</id><published>2006-02-19T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:23:29.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19feb 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou shalt move on to smth less depressing. so yesterday was FunORama. reached school ard 8 and i thought i was late but when i reached the food stall, the guys weren't even there yet so i was bumming ard the games stall and waiting for sheryl to get my hair braided. the whole day was just crazy cos we were so busy taking orders, remembering orders and cooking. and cos we didn't have much capital to start with, we bought little satay and chicken and by one-odd the satays were sold out. met quite a few people- jamie my primary school classmate, cheelim my f3m classmate, trevor and his gang, sher and van and their gang, ichun and beau, xinyi and dennis. i was really happy to see these people considering the fact that i was so busy the past week, i didn't have much time to ask more people to come. but oh well. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0346.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't really dare to patronise the other food stalls other than the kenny roger's one for reasons like quality control. with people like albert who'd pick the food which he dropped on the floor and serve it back to madam, i figured others would probably do the same too. haha. ard 4 plus when the crowd had died down cos we were running out of food, me eliza james and sheryl went to walk ard. so darn busy the whole day to even take a leak. anyway, the 2 crazy women eliza and sheryl had like a thick wad of coupons so they went ard the funfair to, dare i say, frantically try to spend all their coupons. eliza was grabbing anything she saw at the supermarket stall and asked me if i needed anything at home cos she wanted to get rid of her coupons. haha but she still can't beat sheryl who had like $800+ worth of coupons to spend la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was moving stuff back into madam's office and i chanced upon gary the snail's desk. the table was sooooo messy u cannot even see the tabletop. now i know why we never got back our assignments when we handed it up to him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0352.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we had finished cleaning up, everyone was so drained but i was still so high- high on crack. other classes were giving out free food like coconuts and pineapples. david's class was giving free scones and his friend was going ard saying, "You know you want to throw the scones at the school! You know you hate them for making you do funorama!" then everyone started grabbing the scones and throwing them. then some hit the houses in construction nearby and me and xueting were saying jokingly that the banglas in there were probably so happy cos they were getting free food. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the class went to hollandv for dinner and everyone was laughing so hard on the bus cos david's classmate kept going to strangers and giving out the scones. while we were having dinner, we were distracted by the soccer match against i-don't-know-who-and-am-not-bothered-to-know and some funny channel8 show which was showing this big, fat scallop. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class girls were supposed to go to kbox today but everyone was like comatose on the bed so the outing was called off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was scrambling through my drawer and found a reds birthday voucher and i thought of what i wanted for my birthday this year- a perm! haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114033827308914640?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114033827308914640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114033827308914640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114033827308914640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114033827308914640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/02/19feb-06.html' title='19feb 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-114018657397907627</id><published>2006-02-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:29:34.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17feb 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BAA HUMBUG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this blog is gonna get extinct real soon cos i don't blog that often now. school is making life all so mundane there's like nothing much to say also. \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;report on vday. ok it was a terrible day. cos after monday's rehearsal, i was so drained the following day that when people handed me flowers/ chocolates/ gifts, i only returned a brief smile. ): oh well. and of course there was another reason as to why i was feeling grumpy and upset. haha very soon people will start associating me with this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a216/sabbie_tan/oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a majorly embarrassing thing happened on wed during dance. before warmups i was deliberating whether to put a plaster on my big toe in case smth silly happens to it cos i accidentally cut my nail too deep in and it kinda hurt. (i have the habit of cutting my toenails superly deep in so they'll take a longer time to grow back.) but i was lazy and i did not. so then, during the SELECTION for one the dances, when i was doing some spin or sort, the nail and the skin gave way and my toe was just gushing with blood. =.= haha. so the whole night i was walking ard with a limp and everyone was like, "omg are you ok?" conclusion, sab is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these few days lectures have been really slack cos everyone's minds are fixed on funorama prep (which i thought was really uncalled for). so one phy lecture, sheryl decides to braid my hair during lecture! how ridiculous. haha so i was practically having a facelift cos she was pulling my hair so hard and partly also cos she was sitting on the row behind me. but the result was perfect- i had 2 french braids and everyone kept telling me i looked good in them. (: finally, smth positive amidst all the insults i get from the nasty guys in my class everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i told the class i could supply all the disposable plates, etc for the food stall (for &gt;200 poeple), everyone was telling me that i could open a mama shop. but seriously, the amount of junk i keep at home is just scary. i should tell mum to stop bringing home more junk from school. haha. sigh tmr's funorama. (capitalist plot!) everything's so darn expensive, eg. haunted house entry is $10. haha so mum was saying if i didn't want to spend too much, she'd bring lunch over when she drops by tmr. think that's like the perfect idea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baa hate to fall sick. ): yes my nagging cough is back with vengeance. so everyday i'm bugged by this headache which either caused by my coughing or lack of sleep. grr hope funorama will end soon! (ahh i feel so much better after whining.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, goodnight civilisation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-114018657397907627?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/114018657397907627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=114018657397907627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114018657397907627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/114018657397907627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/02/17feb-06.html' title='17feb 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-113861918355618920</id><published>2006-01-30T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:14:43.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30jan 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Am An Angry Pirate. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're reading this mr lyndon james, here's to u: OMG u're such a bitch! reflect upon what u say on your blog! @#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha of course i was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i realised i pretty much don't have anything decent to write on my blog anymore, so i keep deleting the posts and as a result, my blog's looking really impoverished. i was just arranging my stuff this morning and i realised that last xmas i received a few nice (and strange) gifts, like a teacup set from japan, exorbitant photo frames from australia and a thong (!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with the brotherhood to the blood bank a few weeks ago to donate blood. i was sick though so i couldn't donate. it was only after community-minded chaos read on the papers that the blood bank needed blood that he dragged us all along. (double gasp) first was: he reads?! second was: since when was he THAT concerned abt the community? haha. it was also then that jieyan gave us all the presents he bought from japan- everyone got chopsticks but i got a teacup set. when the rest were wailing and complaining and all, i said to them, "Neh Ni Neh Ni Poo Poo!" i'm evil, i know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were on the train home, the darnass driver had to jam the brakes a few hundred million times. so what happened was that i lost my balance and so i grabbed the sleeve of this random guy in front of me for support. he shot me the "Don't rape me!" look which was the same one that the guy gave me when i pulled his shirt when i tripped over the stairs in LT2 last year. grr so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day we had the rocket competition try-outs too. it was damn hilarious. when we were pumping air into the first rocket which we had already filled with water, the rocket still wouldn't fly eventhough the air pressure was like @#$%^ly-high. after we carefully lifted up the parachute, we realised the cap wasn't closed and so the air just kept coming out from the other end. and the second rocket, upon pumping in the air, exploded when the pressure reached 5 bars cos we used the wrong type of plastic and that bottle couldn't withstand the presure. haha so technically, none of our rockets flew that day but my group sure made the loudest booboo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last wed i had my first dance rehearsal! haha. it was quite bad cos i always get the back row and i pretty much cannot see the dance instructor in front so i always end up missing a few steps here and there. and i cannot stand my scatterbrain-ness. its like when we're practising on our own, i can execute the steps quite ok but when we are in the studio showing the instructor, i just HAD to forget my steps and look really dumb. grr. i know i won't be so lucky everytime to not let the instructor catch me but he does, i'll really be dead meat. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then on sat we had a surprise party for sheryl, planned by me, xt and sheryl's sister. it was just very pissing when people give u their word that they'll be coming and the next day they tell u they're not. i'm gonna smash the face of that loser who said "no one's coming" when i find out who that is. i was so mad cos on fri when we did the calling, we had 16 people confirmed coming and then on sat morning, the guys informed and said no they weren't coming cos "no one's coming". how stupid! plus the irresponsible people who didn't bother to inform that they weren't coming, only 5 turned up in the end. and so we had to finish the food ordered for 16 people. we were so afraid that sheryl's mum would blow cos there was like massive wastage and all these food costs money mind u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway the party was very fun cos it was only a small group. we were braiding each other's hair (!!!), playing the piano and violin and crapping. i realised that its very hard to do the whiney melody on the violin cos it needs high hand-eye coordination. tried it for a few times and i looked as if my hand was chat-chat (malay for retarded). haha i feel so accomplished though cos i can play &lt;em&gt;Don't Cry For Me Argentina&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;If I Ain't Got You&lt;/em&gt; on the piano and some funny irish tune on the violin! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched geisha yesterday at marina with mum. i was quite disappointed cos the show was like average only and many parts of the story wasn't featured on the film like how Dr Crab was a queer man, how Hatsumomo was wayyy evil and scandalous than that, etc. the blizzard dance made Sayuri look as if she was high on dope and the most glaring problem- Sayuri doesn't have blue eyes damnit! haha and Chairman only met Chiyo when she was like 9 odd? and they made him look as if he was paedophilic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chairman: Now you understand why Mameha took you under her wing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sayuri: (gushes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. till then, here's the end of another episode of "Sab's Incessant Naggings"! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-113861918355618920?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/113861918355618920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=113861918355618920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113861918355618920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113861918355618920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2006/01/30jan-06.html' title='30jan 06'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-113561013286606840</id><published>2005-12-26T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:19:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26dec 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Merry Boxing Day. (ed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4b outing today! was really cool seeing my old friends again. let's see, weijie weiteck weishun jyeo francis jack aloy justin tunghoe shuwen meilin zhihan weijing teresa priyanka and ber were there. hope i dint miss anyone out. haha not the whole class came but there was at least half. yay! 4b hasnt died yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went cycling, crapping, lunch-ing, arcade-ing, dinner-ing, pool-ing and cam-whoring the whole day. had hell loads of fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/1.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/DSCN2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/DSCN2336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/DSCN2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/DSCN2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/DSCN2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-113561013286606840?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/113561013286606840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=113561013286606840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113561013286606840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113561013286606840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/12/26dec-05.html' title='26dec 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-113526386754451799</id><published>2005-12-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:09:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22dec 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hark The Herald Angel Sing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought i needn't relive my druggie-lookalike days again after christmas carol, i'd to go thru it again this morning. rehearsals began at 9 and i was up till 1+ last night cos i wanted to finish highlighting &amp;sticking my newspaper articles. kept snoozing the alarm clock until 810 and i knew i was gonna be darn late already. haha but no, i was only a minute late. good job sab! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived at the place today, we were stunned. it wasnt supposed to be in the prison area but for the visitor waiting area. we thought it was gonna be a small area but it turned out to be a place which could hold 150+ pple. =/ but the good thing was that it was rather empty, which meant that we had to scrape the play thing and do carolling the whole time instead. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just say we were singing for 3 hrs and we kept recycling the songs. after it all, i made 3 observations- 1) we dint sing "The 12 Days Of Christmas" (!!!), 2) jiahao is a mike-hogger and 3) after so many years jiahao's pet phrase is still, "eh talk cock leh". haha. after which we went to suntec kenny rogers for a post-play cum xmas dinner. my bloody gastric was so bad that after taking a few mouths of my food, i couldnt eat anymore cos the pain just made me cringe up like a prawn and i had to leave to take a walk, before i continued again. but the guys chose to believe that i went out for a smoke. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was yummy and we stayed there for more than 2hrs- 0.5hr eating and 1.5hr talking cock. haha des and jerm are really good company. cos we sat there for so long, the pple who came after us ate and left already and we were still talking. so we were saying this was some kind of 'Survivor' game- we outSAT them. hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-113526386754451799?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/113526386754451799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=113526386754451799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113526386754451799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113526386754451799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/12/22dec-05.html' title='22dec 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-113516631636434992</id><published>2005-12-21T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:05:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21dec 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Guess who's back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shady's back, back again. haha. whoo! first time i dint blog for more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so monday i met up with farah and ams for movie. i wore my adidas top which i recently dug up and realised i bought that during the last adidas sale, which was technically a year ago. oh man. passed by the massive mango sale and....... i DIDN'T buy anything! three cheers for sab. (: b&amp;j was closed that day, what a disappointment. upon learning that suntec dint have pride&amp;amp;prejudice, we went over to ps. so we bought our lunch and hurried for the box office. bought our tickets a tad too late and so we got the first row seats. haha the first 5mins i got kinda dizzy cos any slight movement looked like a giant tsunami on the screen. but after i sank into my seat, it got better. ah well, its all worth it for such a nice show. (gushes) and my fav line in the movie is-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr Darcy: So, how'd you encourage affection?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Elizabeth: Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gush even more) i seriously wouldnt mind watching it for the third time if anyone 's game for it. HAHA! mr darcy is so charming, silly and intelligent. (drools) ok sab, reality check. nope fairytales aint gonna happen. alright, so then i met up with the bros. had dinner and walked ard paragon for the longest time in slacks&amp;slippers (without getting chased out!). passed by the nike store and took a photo of my fav shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/nike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/nike.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tues we had our first prac/ full dress for the prison xmas play. haha how pathetic. anyway, the guys were really sporting. i purposely kept mum abt the carolling thing for fear that they will back out on me. when rachel dropped the bomb on them last night, they willing sang their hearts out. haha impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/terrorists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/terrorists.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 wise men&amp;joseph aka 4 terrorists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/cast%20photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/cast%20photo.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaa was supposed to go cycling at ubin with bros today but had lots of work to clear up so i dint. ): and lucky i dint, if not i'll be seeing them from mon right through thurs cos tmr's the xmas play thing. haha. had indian cuisine for dinner today. yum! but the portions were like MASSIVE. one person's share = 2.5 person's share. so mum dint noe and she bought 2 shares. so we were like gorging ourselves to finish everything up but to no avail. haha so i have to eat that for lunch again tmr. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-113516631636434992?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/113516631636434992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=113516631636434992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113516631636434992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113516631636434992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/12/21dec-05.html' title='21dec 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-113396266090224504</id><published>2005-12-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:10:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7dec 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sleep is not cumulative.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm dying already so i'm gonna make this quick. had a blast this weekend man. so sunday i was supposed to go and watch &lt;em&gt;oi! sleeping beauty! &lt;/em&gt;with van and sher but i met up with van before that. was wearing heels but when i reached the busstop i figured i looked too weird so i went back home to change my shoes. so by the time i got to bugis, i was fashionably late as always. was wearing a black top and when i changed to try on clothes i was disgusted by all the black maomaos sticking onto me and i looked like i had hairy armpits and it was gross. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the play was really good. the singapore jokes and all were hilarious- the water issue, expats being ostracized and foreign talent and all. during the show the fire alarm went off, during the scene when sleeping beauty was abt to be pricked by a splinter, which caught the actors unaware. but after that, there's was an irritating announcement which explained that it was a false alarm. so pam oei was really witty, she pretended to get pricked by the splinter and said, "haha false alarm!" my goodness, i'll prolly just be stunned and not noe how to react la. after the show we went to take photos with the cast and chat up with helmi. yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/helmi%20as%20goddess%20tipah%20tertipu.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/helmi%20as%20goddess%20tipah%20tertipu.3.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so monday was a really traumatising day. i was supposed to meet the cj gang at 12 at tamp for movie and 1 at pasir ris to meet the class for chalet. i woke up at 12 and everything just went haywire. haha by the time i finished packing it was 1 and i took a train to pasir ris and passed them the darn vcd player&amp;bbq stuff and den went back on the train to tamp to meet the pple. watched saw2 and mr matin was late so we had to wait for him. haha the movie was darn sick and ard the climax ams was like on the verge of tears cos she was horrified and so was matin. everyone stopped eating the popcorn cos they were grossed out and so me and lyn just kept munching and teasing them. (: after the movie we had lunch and cos we were sitting opp tako pachi, our conversation topic obviously focussed on balls and everything associated with it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0261.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0261.1.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0262.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0262.1.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to town to meet bros (still carrying my 3days of luggage) for another movie. =/ watched aeon flux which lasted for eons. haha i made a joke! just couldnt wait for the show to end cos it was so boring. following which we had yummy marche dinner! lovelovelove. (: haha i still can rmber the taste of the succulent prawns swimming in my mouth, the lovely ham&amp;cheese crepes, the icecream and the pasta. simply orgasmic! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0268..1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0268..1.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;den chaos sent me to the chalet cos i kept pretending to look pitiful to make him oblige. haha. when i got there, i realised all the girls had left and i was to be stuck with 7 males. nono, before u mutter 'pure joy', let me tell u that was a terrible experience. they were disgusting and mean. haha pillow fights and ganging up on me during concentration games to make me down more den 10 cups of bacardi. after the game i was totally wasted already. my stomach felt so sick, i stuck my fingers down my throat to force the puke out. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, the girls came back! haha saved me from the perpetual torture from the guys. they just had to keep going on and on and on and on abt me snoring and tell everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"do i look tired?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"sigh i dint sleep much yesterday cos i was awoken by this ALARM CLOCK."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"SAB WAS SNORING SO LOUDLY LAST NIGHT I NEARLY DIED!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bbq was a horror cos we had so much leftovers and i can still recall me and eliza just sitting by the table eating and eating for more than 2hours. not therapeutic at all. haha yicheng and hongjie had to do dares in front of everyone incl outsiders. so embarrassing. the whole night we were playing games and more games until everyone zonked out on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following morning, u can guess wad they said abt me again. O_o so on my way back, i met helmi at pasir ris mrt! haha wad a pleasant surprise. and as usual he made a face when he asked who i was with and i replied that i was with my ac frens. haha he shaved his eyebrows just for his character in &lt;em&gt;oi! sleeping beauty! &lt;/em&gt;so hilarious cos they looked terrible as he dint pluck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so its now me and my bed! whoo. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-113396266090224504?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/113396266090224504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=113396266090224504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113396266090224504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113396266090224504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/12/7dec-05.html' title='7dec 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-113082659012591619</id><published>2005-10-31T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:32:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31oct 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0218.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0218.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(our dear friend- the jack-o-lantern!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0224.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0224.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0218.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0224.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sheryl the bunny with a cheesel in her mouth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0225.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG0225.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0224.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0225.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the zit-ified sunflower.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Only Constant In Life, Is Change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody's changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw daniel powter. why does he have to sing "bad day"? rarrr today's reli one of my bad days. woke up with an ultra zit-ified head. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cheena paper, had ocip meeting. den after that i had drama. yea first day was cool. the pple were reli nice. thank gosh there werent any prima donnas. phew survived thru my first day! :) so by the time i left sch was like 530 and by the time i left home for sheryl's hse was already 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the screwed-up bus driver was reli stupid. i asked him to tell me when to drop when it was reaching bayshore park and he was like "errr. na ge hua yuan (park in chinese) ah?" i nearly fainted. so it was like the blind leading the lost. idiot he dropped me off at mandarin gardens and i walked all the way to bayshore. yes its 4 busstops away. there was no car/ taxi/ pple/ ghost in sight. i was so frustrated i was just screaming along that long stretch of road. and when i finally reached at 9, i was dripping in sweat when i'd just bathed. i nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i reached we played hide&amp;amp;seek in her condo (we nearly died running cos the place was just huge!). so when it was hngjie and yicheng's turn, we decided to play them out by going back to the hse and leaving them to rot cos they were sooo confident we wouldnt be able to find them. so after 1/2hr, we decided to call them up. haha they were dripping in sweat while we were busking under the aircon enjoying our jellies. :) upon hearing it was my idea, the guys attempted to murder me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we played truth or dare and they did terrible things. leonard kissed yicheng's butt, he licked his own toe after taking it out from the sock, yicheng licked hongjie's thumb, sheryl licked her dirty dirty foot, etc. so sad la, no one dressed up. rarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, sher xueting and me wore the stuff that we'd brought for the party (in our messy hair and smelly breaths!) den we made our own breakfast. haha they made the juice while i fried scrambled eggs. haha whoo i'm clever! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-113082659012591619?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/113082659012591619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=113082659012591619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113082659012591619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113082659012591619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/10/31oct-05.html' title='31oct 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-112930011859315797</id><published>2005-10-15T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:31:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14oct 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We Kicked Their Asses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaa i've been so majorly tired and busy since school started. cos these 2 days we had ac games so no formal lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first day, we played for touch rugby, handball, captain's ball and street soccer from 2 till 6 and WE WON ALL THE MATCHES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG02022.JPG" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG02062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG02062.JPG" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den today, wearing our tomato shirts, we played from 8 till 4. cos we only had limited pple so we were just sub-bing pple in and out for every match. so fuckingly shaged and tanned now. i look like an indian (no joke). anyway, at the start of the day, the stupid deejay decides to play daniel powter's "bad day". and we like, wtf? we're here to win noe! true enough, the matches did not go as well as planned. the councillors were reli screwed up la, we played from 8 till 4 with no breaks in between. so madness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG02092.JPG" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we got second placing for street soccer! whoo and i was playing in the match for second and third placing, ie. i'm good. :))) the whole day we were mentally and physically drained out already la. so happens that when we watching one rugby match, a ball hit the back of my head and coincidentally rolly polly was with us too and he asked me how i think i did for physics. dunno how oso la, i just broke down and cried, in the middle of the track! haha. cos i was bending down so everyone tot i was seriously injured or smth den there was this big hoohaa. but actually i was waiting for the 'rain' to stop before i got up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final soccer match was reli intense. cos our class and sb4 had developed some animosity since the captain's ball match, so when we played them, everyone was like trying to make them lose. the game was very rough and it was just scary la. but eventually we won by penalty kicks. whoo. ac games was reli fun la, cant wait to see our lovely trophy! all those blistered toes and ampunehneh skin colour is all worth it. havent sweated/ enjoyed/ competed so intensely before. yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-112930011859315797?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/112930011859315797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=112930011859315797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/112930011859315797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/112930011859315797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/10/14oct-05.html' title='14oct 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-113058057928367870</id><published>2005-10-13T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T18:10:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12oct 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm Male. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to sabbie's absolute laziness, she decided not to tie her shoelaces. so when she was ready to go to sch today, she started panicking cos her laces werent done. so she grabbed her other shoe and headed off to sch. when she got to sch, her classmates were teasing her cos they looked too striking. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phy spa was hilarious! some dumb circular motion crap. cos the bloody thing was so hard to set to oscillation, the rubber bung often hit me and gary the snail had a good time laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;snail: just write any number and i'll give u the qn paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: huh? oh ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and so i stared at the paper and i was like, huh how to formulate the equation? all there already wad, F=m.r.omega square. looks ok to me? after discussing with my inner soul, i finally got started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spa we went to hollandv (again) for lunchie den we went to partywithus to get toren's bdae balloon. oops i spoilt the surprise. haha the party shop was reli cool. while everyone was discussing which design to get, i was entertaining myself by trying on all the party hats, laughing at myself in front of the haha mirror (direct translation in english) and booing pple after donning all the weird costumes. isnt this like so sabbie? how retarded but i love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went to crash yicheng's house. like ten of us were jumping all over his bed, having pillow fights and making hell lots of noise. haha so he got irritated at me and asked albert the giant to grab me and he tugged his _____ (its wayyy embarrassing to write it here!) over my head and i was like kicking and wrestling them off. oh man we were like little boys la, so childish. yes yes i'm finally convinced i'm a male in a female body. tsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-113058057928367870?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/113058057928367870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=113058057928367870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113058057928367870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/113058057928367870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/10/12oct-05_12.html' title='12oct 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-112376773090499050</id><published>2005-08-12T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:34:52.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11aug 05</title><content type='html'>anyway i want to share my faux pas today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were walking into the room for gp today, jon lew ran into the classroom to tell madam he wanted to go weewee. den when he came out of the room i was just abt to enter. so he was like scrambling his way out. den i said, "roar!" and he got scared. den i got very proud at my accomplishment- being able to scare away the mighty tracker! hoohoo. den i sat there, arms akimbo, and said very loudly, "i'm INformidable!" (slip of tongue) oh man, that was so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem prac was fun! we made some nickel complex thingy which is groovy purple. haha i tapao some back home. :) havent had childish fun in a long while. when we were under tankeehoe's dictatorship, we had to behave ourselves. now, we're having so much fun having distilled water bottle fights and stuffing ice into pple's shirts. hohoho. den when we went for chi, i saw jerrold walking behind me, so i scurried up and wanted to boo him. but stupid me, i was walking too loudly, he knew i was waiting for him already. damn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was such a torture to study man. dumb planets, cant they just stay still and not bother us students with NEWTON'S LAW OF GRAVITATION. haha i have love hate relationship with phy, darnass. but its getting better now, at least rolly polly chew teaches much better den anorexic miss whatshername who only kept flirting in class. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recesses are the times when we go reli crazy. today me and eliza had yonggie. when we were done, hongjie suddenly came up and poured hell lots of pepper into her soup. so eliza got reli mad and we were jamming up the queue cos we wanted to wait for hongjie to be done so we could have sweet revenge. when he was done, we poured tons more of pepper into his CURRY. how disgusting can that get? haha. den i was almost done eating, hongjie walked behind me (trouble was brewing), and he poured his pepper curry into my soup. grr. den i started squealing and whining. i got up, jumped on him and strangled him. hahaha. all that screaming and all made dm come out of the hub to tell us off. (uh oh...) hilarious man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class got buttered like hell lots of time today. haha got toren went to shit before math tut den when she came back, sivam was fuming. den started scolding her cos she used the word shit. haha den we were speculating the reason she got so mad was cos perhaps pple said her skin colour was that of shit's. (hohoho racist remarks here) alright just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn the flu virus is passing ard the class. getting a little woozy already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the world aint so evil after all. :) cos 2 pple made my day today! :) (see convos below.) yay-ness. today is feel good day. hmm when i turned on my ipod, the first song i heard was "dreaming of you". perhaps it was just a coincidence la, that when he turned it off the next was this. he wouldnt do this cos for a simple fact, why would he do it when we're not together anymore? shan't think too much into it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jialing who has conjunctivitis or wad, take care! (bet she'll faint when she reads this) wad a caring fren i am, i noe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kiann willing? says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok i miss u &lt;- i made him say it. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kiann willing? says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kiann willing? says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha sometimes in class &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kiann willing? says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kiann willing? says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wheres sabrina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kiann willing? says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my maths group buddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_lum says:&lt;br /&gt;i would bake a cake for u when u go abroad to study!&lt;br /&gt;_lum says:&lt;br /&gt;cos ur nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the pasture is not always greener on the other side says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha den i will run and give u a hug and kng will wanna punch u&lt;br /&gt;the pasture is not always greener on the other side says:&lt;br /&gt;and so much drama.&lt;br /&gt;the pasture is not always greener on the other side says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;_lum says:&lt;br /&gt;too drama liao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-112376773090499050?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/112376773090499050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=112376773090499050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/112376773090499050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/112376773090499050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/08/11aug-05.html' title='11aug 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090431.post-112083349626999240</id><published>2005-07-04T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:36:26.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3jul 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/f340250c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/f340250c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/CIMG01412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/02-07-05_11512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/02-07-05_11512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/386687270pnecwt_ph2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/386687270pnecwt_ph2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/386687128eNVwYa_ph2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/200/386687128eNVwYa_ph2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok after reading all my fren's blogs i realised i needed to update my blog or not pple will think that i'm missing in action after my terms. haha. the terms had been fine, thanks to the grace of the Lord once again. i reli felt that the Lord had been listening to my prayers and i'm so thankful that he'd been with me throughout the exams. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so friday i had like a reli long day. 3.5hrs for my cheena exam, which was so traumatic (i was so cold, tired, HUNGRY and my bladder was bursting!) den a 3hr break before my chem paper started. so by the time i came to the chem mcq part i was falling asleep already. was like slapping myself to stay awake. thank goodness for tan kee hoe and his rush-rush training or not i wouldnt have been able to finish the chem paper. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i went out with 3205 to sentosa. oh man it was so traumatic in the morning. (note: that was the second time i said traumatic, ie. it was RELI bad.) cos i was reli tired after the frigging exams den i still went out till late so i woke up late that morning. den when i reached the busstop the 10 left so i waiting half an hour for the stupid bus. gawd, i was supposed to meet them at 10 and i reached at 11. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a very nice time at the beach- catching up, acting lame, tanning and being camera whores. man i still rmber when we were taking photos some place across the merlion there den we sitting on some rocks. so when i climbed up my butt got jabbed by some rock and it frigging hurts. there's a blue black on my ass now la! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh freak, i put so much tanning oil on my arms and legs and forgot abt my neck and shoulders so i got reli burnt on my neck and shoulders. its the prom-kind-of burn. if everyone still rmbered the lobster that night. it hurt like poopoo la. grr. hehe but i still love the nice blush on my cheeks now. :) met albert and family and his girlfriend at the beach, haha wad a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we left sentosa, we went to ps pizza hut for dinner. cos jared was late so we left a bit of everything on his plate. so his plate was piled up RELI high and by the time he came we had already finished eating so we were just watching him eat. den yihong was telling us abt this video he got abt some al qaeda beheading this guy. den he was like demonstrating it by treating the pizza as the head and cutting it. pple from the other table must've tot we were mad "eew-ing" and "ahh-ing" over some guy cutting his pizza. haha. cos gracie was in the area so she asked if i could join her after my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to 3205: i'm so sorry i left so abruptly without saying a proper goodbye. yikes felt so bad cos i havent seen them in ages. i promise we'll meet up again soon alright? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we went window shopping around orchard (still in my beach wear) *multiple gasps, and den we settled for indochine at wisma. we had a pleasant time catching up over our lychee martinis and magaritas. whoo! :) the ambience was reli nice, the live band singing not-so-nicely and little fishies swimming under our chairs and being once again, camera whores. :))) she showed me a photo of her gay-fren and his bf snogging, and i was like "holy shit"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so utterly broke after going out the whole day, grace offered to pick the tab. wad a bad host i am to a fren who just came back from US. den she bugging to eat oyster omellete but glutton square was closed so we couldnt go. now i noe wad to treat her when she comes back again. haha. when i came home, i was so tired i just plopped on my bed and Zzzzzz........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den this morning, guess wad mama said to me. "last nite u went drinking is it? could smell the alcohol on u!" haha crap i tot there wasnt any smell on me cos it was only a few drinks. :p nah but she doesnt mind me drinking so its fine. but got quite a shock too cos she has such a sensitive nose despite the fact that she was sleeping when i came home. :/ den she agreed that i could go visit gracie in the US ON MY OWN, during my dec hols! whoopeedoo! hehe. oh man i woke up late (again) this morning and i couldnt go for service. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: to cheryl, i tried my best to paragraph my posts today already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-112083349626999240?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/112083349626999240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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auntie dint pack my rotiboy properly so when i got home the thingy was crushed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Drama Anthem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hey everybody do you know who the hell we are (hell we are)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us is gonna be a star (be a star)&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know us, could you please shut up, 'cos we are from the Drama Club, so listen to what we have to say...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us is full of happiness (happiness)&lt;br /&gt;The Drama Club is full of zaniness (zaniness)&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like we make no sense but its all just a great pretense...&lt;br /&gt;Unity and passion is what we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i seem to have delayed reaction man, this song was sang like on sat and only now den it is ringing in my head. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3348/931/1600/CIMG0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went back to tk for masquerade night. weee, so fun. yummy food. saw all my darlings from drama. haha. everyone said my skirt was nice. lalala. :))) den me, farah, fiza and carl went dirty-dancing. :p well, not exactly la. we were learning some club moves actually. whoo i wanna master the ripple and make u nose-bleed! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, im hungry now. damn, i think i have worms in my tummy. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13090431-112083248993930249?l=sabbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/feeds/112083248993930249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13090431&amp;postID=112083248993930249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/112083248993930249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13090431/posts/default/112083248993930249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbb.blogspot.com/2005/06/4jun-05_04.html' title='4jun 05'/><author><name>sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08211467185322837844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
