<?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-29859744</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:30:32.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little more to infinity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115787417237103435</id><published>2006-09-09T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:48:41.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home.&lt;br /&gt;finally discharged from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;one whole week of my holidays blown inside the isolation ward. stoning, crying, feeling lonely, watching lousy television programmes wondering when the outside world would contact me and wondering where all my lovely friends are and what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone said my illness is so random. it just happened. just like that.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. after this whole episode, i did lots of thinking when i was alone in my ward and finally realised how much this whole experience meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me realise that anything unexpected can happen to us at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;so it is very important to take care of your health at all times, keeping a balanced diet and sleeping early no matter how stressed you are in school that you have to keep late nights.&lt;br /&gt;It was because my immune system was rlly damn weak and after I came into contact with someone with tb germs i got infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gd to cause your parents uneccesary worry and make them suddenly blow a bomb on hospital bills after you yourself was irresponsible and neglected a slight cough by refusing to take medicine a few months before..which was wad happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;That night when i had my relapse, i was crying while i apologised to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;While my dad held my hand, I realised how important I was to them and told myself to stay strong. I had to fight tb.&lt;br /&gt;The consequence of my irresponsibility? long term tb treatment for 3 to 6 months having to pop 14 pills a day which makes me so tired 24/7 and constant follow ups at tan tock seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor was really puzzled at my condition. saying that it is rlly rare for someone my age to contract tb. and furthermore, i should not be having anymore relapses after taking medication as my healing process should be super fast for a person my age..that shows how weak my immunity was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coughing blood at home is rlly depressing. bending over the sink watching chunks of blood flow is not fun at all. i remember myself shaking so hard and crying till i was breathless.&lt;br /&gt;and my parents aren't exactly that kind who would react well in emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;the first thought that came into my mind was that i am really a burden to my parents. another trip to the hospital meant a few thousand dollars more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was admitted into the intensive care unit the night i had my relapse i really felt very weak seeing all the electrodes stuck to my body and all the wires attached to them measuring my heartbeat blood pressure and respiration on the monitor. everytime i coughed the beeping sound would suddenly be very fast and it was rlly one sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;and when i saw the worried look on my parents face i really felt like i was in a drama serial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughout the whole 8 or 9 days i also saw the meaning of true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;my mum told me this is the crucial moment when you huan4 nan4 jian4 zhen1 qing2.&lt;br /&gt;every little thing of what my friends did for me..i would never forget every single person and what they did to prove they are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris and jiexiang came all the way down from sengkang and jurong. and huishuang, kenny, my 2 cousins, xh, sharon, cheryl, fabian, my aunt and my uncle came to visit me too.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for all the concern from my whole class and even my ct daryl lim who wanted to come visit me. all the odacers, my odac teachers, my maths tuition teacher ms ong, jonah, meryl, pink, yingxiu, evadne, waikit, jenny..&lt;br /&gt;celine, yaqi, zhao and cheryl who came to my house to visit.&lt;br /&gt;thanks esp to cheryl..she rlly surprised me when she popped into my ward. and before she left she prayed for me..i was rlly super touched.&lt;br /&gt;I know all of you are worried and concerned abt me..thank you for making me feel so loved through this difficult period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you kenny..for making my hospital stay seem so much more meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;you are the best friend and neighbour i could have..&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making the isolation ward seem so much brighter..&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel my illness is not that depressing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile..STAY HEALTHY PEOPLE. I'll be back in sch in another week's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115787417237103435?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115787417237103435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115787417237103435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115787417237103435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115787417237103435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115704193840705776</id><published>2006-08-31T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:19:49.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last post for august 2006</title><content type='html'>I think the last time I blogged was since Ice Age so here I am again blogging for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sat:&lt;br /&gt;went for xinhui's bro's NTU Hall 15 pageant.&lt;br /&gt;was a lil sianz cos we din noe anyone..and sadly her bro only managed to get 2 tickets! so sharon couldnt go.&lt;br /&gt;but good thing she din go lah..cos me and xh kept wanting to go toilet to chill haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some typical toilet pictures again:&lt;br /&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/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0865.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haiz we din expect to be underdressed :( cos we din think it was going to be too grand an event. But sadly, we were so wrong as they were mostly wearing dresses!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although Siyang din win I think he really put up a gd performance lah. Heard that he put in alot of effort in practising for his items. And seriously the fat winner who grabbed the title of pageant king seriously...aye. cannot make it. haiz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the pageant queen was rlly pretty..she looked like Ms Tan Li-Lian my GP teacher (whom I'm going to support her dancing at NUS this Sat cos she's SO pretty and hot haha)..but too bad I heard she smokes so too bad..all my wowness for her has gone to the drain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate pretty girls who smoke :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, uni life really seems ROCKING fun. I can't wait man..must definitely stay in hostel next time. I think every day is gna be so damn happening. I like this picture. so I shall post it :) &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/4735/3191/400/IMG_0890.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after that we met Sharon at 10 plus and went Balcony...... Xinhui pls next time stop giving fishy looks when we are trying to slip past the entrance haha :D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0895.0.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we had alcohol and Sharon drank some noob melon thinggy and turned red within like 10? 15 mins? hahaha. it's not just red. its beetroot red. HAHA so cute. ok I'm like the noob calling the noob NOOB haha.&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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0934.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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0900.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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In a little high state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0924.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0936.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/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0938.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some chilling at HK cafe with Sharon, Kenny and Hanloong after that. hmm weird combi huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired x).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caltex petrol kiosk. The weirdest places to chill.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today! Teachers' Day celeb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our cheerleading item for the concert went really smoothly! And glad Ms Hon got the award for New kid on the Block haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that Pink and I ponned econs test and went back to Dunman with Kenny. I felt rlly happy to be back on bus 158...the once again familiar feeling of going to school along an old route.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with so many darling dhs friends..met the 4A peeps and gave Ms Fang one big FAT HUG and told her I miss her! :((( I realised that I even missed Lu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tsk. Dunman days were the best. photos from CHAM pls..haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that 3peas and SEXY plus Waikit went out to chill together! oh man rlly felt super happy..still the same old bunch of loves..always armed with a handful of gossips, craps and small nonsense games that kept us at Sakae sushi and TCC at Cine for a few friggin' hours.....haha the mo4 ren4 game is rlly silly..i wna play it some time again. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/DSC04936.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sharon the Saint!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/DSC04941.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/4735/3191/320/2002521300093478719sKxpzD_ph%5B1%5D.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/4735/3191/320/2188401130093478719EMSeXZ_ph%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEXY plus 3 peas totally rocks socks can. ahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dear waikit, don't worry I will always believe in you and you will always have support from us no matter what decision you make. just stay happy alright =) &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tmr Krunk...seeing those lovelies again. Today was the best. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115704193840705776?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115704193840705776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115704193840705776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115704193840705776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115704193840705776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-post-for-august-2006.html' title='last post for august 2006'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115656280761929633</id><published>2006-08-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:26:47.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gd morning world. just woke up from my beauty sleep haha.&lt;br /&gt;ysty was a very productive mugging session with kenny and my cousin at the airport from 10 plus pm until arnd 4am this morning at the airport..&lt;br /&gt;I feel gd! It's been rlly long since my last visit to Pacific Coffee at T2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it seems kenny is rlly awed by my cousin's smarty brain cells too haha.&lt;br /&gt;shit I'm so going to miss my cousin when he goes back to the UK.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be so much crappier this time when he's back home. Guess he was rlly homesick for some time there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye I'm going off to have porridge buffet with my cousin now at some duno wad hotel..later meeting xh and sharon once more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall pretend I had never known you before. It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115656280761929633?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115656280761929633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115656280761929633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115656280761929633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115656280761929633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/gd-morning-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115634369290709897</id><published>2006-08-23T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:35:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Weichien's story is really hilarious. So I'm going to share it with the world too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One fine greenday, good charlotte came up with a simple plan. She bought a yellowcard for 50cent and drew some pussycat dolls on it. Suddenly, a mcfly landed on her card and her atomic kittens ran over and ate it up, together with her card. Good charlotte was so upset so she decided to go to linkin park to cry. She took a first step with her right foot, then she switchfoot and used her left foot. Finally, she reached linkin park, and she cried till her eyes stung so much she blink 182 times. An old lady saw her crying and gave her some limp bizkit with black eyed peas on top. She was happy for a moment until she took her first bite. OMG! Inside the cookie there was some red hot chilli peppers. That made poor good charlotte cry even more. She went in search for some water and arrived at savage garden, where there were a few fountains of wayne. She drank a few mouthfuls but it was still too hot, she needed something sweet. So she went to a mama shop and boughtsome pug jelly. However, that did not do the trick either. She began to feel sick and feverish. She ran home and checked her temperature OMG! 98 degrees! She died immediately. As charlotte was a good girl, she went to heaven. On her way up, she started counting crows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115634369290709897?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115634369290709897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115634369290709897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115634369290709897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115634369290709897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-weichiens-story-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115634201097491163</id><published>2006-08-23T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:12:07.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a good day</title><content type='html'>haha now I must say 06A02 totally rocks!&lt;br /&gt;this morning the support our class showed for weiling doing her 2.4km run was rlly too cool for words..&lt;br /&gt;I was super touched..not to mention Weiling..who was so scared of failing once more that she was tearing before her run.&lt;br /&gt;Our whole class was standing in the middle of the track dancing and singing and cheering Weiling on when she ran past..&lt;br /&gt;And ppl like Luke, Deborah, Zhaoting and Rachel took turns running with her to spur her on. And thanks to Rachel's Ipod and speakers..which they carried along while running behind Weiling..it rlly made our day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our WHOLE class ran the last round with Weiling! In our full uniforms..tie and all..which was a rlly funny sight to the other classes having pe haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS Weiling dear you made it to the 15 min mark! We were all soo proud of her..and thanks to Luke. for keeping her going all the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the song Buttons was like stuck in our heads for the whole day..which was quite retarded haha.&lt;br /&gt;And after that was major chilling in the cafe with the music blasting from the speakers at our table and us singing along DAMN loudly..to all the oldies like A1 and BSB's songs..&lt;br /&gt;And our class attendance was FULL today! for the 1st time in a long long time..&lt;br /&gt;er duno if it's a gd thing lah haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms K shot at me twice for falling aslp during Lit today. ACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that had ODAC pt. which was rlly damn hiong lahs. I nvr knew climbing stairs was that tough..and I'm so glad I don't stay in a HDB flat. haha. cos Im scared of the stairs liao..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran 2.8km outside sch and climbed 63 storeys lah!&lt;br /&gt;at some potong pasir block 156 where we climbed the 21 storeys 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA during the last part when we were approaching sch Serene was like "GO GUYS! CAN YOU SEE THE F-ing GATE?! THE F-ing GATE! We're reaching! push on...!" 0h no it was damn funny and unforgettable.. :D&lt;br /&gt;the ODAC guys are like forever filled with energy and all hyped up at all times..&lt;br /&gt;okay i feel rlly fit today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ppl! I feel rlly screwed now cos I've spent a long time online and procrastinating!&lt;br /&gt;cannot cannot. I must study..and make Kenny study with me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115634201097491163?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115634201097491163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115634201097491163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115634201097491163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115634201097491163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-day.html' title='a good day'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115626637207842086</id><published>2006-08-22T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:06:12.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pillow fights rock!&lt;br /&gt;kenny and cel you guys are freaks hahah.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo kenny loved his strawberry presents! ha!&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading in the morning and some mass chilling after that.&lt;br /&gt;today was polling day holiday which the sch owed us till now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad to pangseh chris again. I will be gd and learn blading from you one fine day I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucha lazy afternoon. MTV shows are crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115626637207842086?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115626637207842086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115626637207842086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115626637207842086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115626637207842086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/pillow-fights-rock-kenny-and-cel-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115589367533615323</id><published>2006-08-18T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T02:40:13.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was SA's parent-meet-teacher day.&lt;br /&gt;my parents din hafta go see Daryl Lim but they Wanted to go lahs.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is like always typically worried. and my dad loves to beat around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway thru the session i was waving to the sick Leong Boon Liangzzz outside the classroom waiting with his parents for his turn and my mum went.&lt;br /&gt;SiYing Can You Pls Pay Attention?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;okayy.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine with my sucky results Daryl Lim actually told us that I was top 10 in class??&lt;br /&gt;Like wow. Im amazed. And I only found out today. That my class's academic standard was THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;my mum complained about me having 2 ccas.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad. I'm not gg to quit any. But I will still juggle my time.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I will. I have to do better for promos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's back to my second home at T2 Pacific Coffee soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like some annoying food particle stuck halfway in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to decide if I should accept it and swallow or just spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I just like the feeling of your existence.&lt;br /&gt;But you should well be aware that time is running out now...and yet you still take your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115589367533615323?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115589367533615323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115589367533615323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115589367533615323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115589367533615323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-sas-parent-meet-teacher-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115505542010354788</id><published>2006-08-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:35:37.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>national day eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/n5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/n5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our class became alot more bonded after our performance of High School Musical for nat day celebrations today. During the singing along, Cherell, Zi Hui, Zhaoting and I were sort of 'sabo-ed' to go down to the front while the rest of the class were still swaying in the same position. It was sort of sick and more than a lil exciting HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Totally embarrassing can. &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/4735/3191/400/n18.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/4735/3191/320/n14.0.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/4735/3191/320/n15.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/4735/3191/320/n17.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pardon my ugly face. But the words say it all.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/n11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandalous pair. Boon and Mum.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/n16.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/4735/3191/320/n19.jpg" border="0" /&gt; three happy girls. a non-angsty zinc :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's first aid course lasted from 4pm to 930pm. I was totally bored to death. But it was fun towards the end cos everyone was sort of singing and slacking arnd while the lecturer made us take turns doing a mock CPR test. Saints ODAC. you people totally make my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what are you busy with.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad cos I had plans for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wna go Pasir Ris park to play the spider web there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know... random.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115505542010354788?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115505542010354788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115505542010354788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115505542010354788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115505542010354788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-eve.html' title='national day eve'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115488442656310306</id><published>2006-08-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T10:32:09.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0842.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with zhao for SA's band concert at Esplanade today.&lt;br /&gt;Still a lil sad that i couldnt get tix for Rapture which is alr over :(&lt;br /&gt;Well I was rlly feeling very happy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;We were so damn enthu during the first part of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;The animation songs, Amazing Grace and Moulin Rouge songs brought me out of this world...&lt;br /&gt;And both of us fell fast asleep during the last two songs! haha.&lt;br /&gt;SA village's bands rlly lives up to their name.&lt;br /&gt;The junior school boys were so small and fat and cute I rlly wna squeeze them till they die kae. haha jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took a walk at Waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;Zhao and I sat beside the happy Merlion sprouting water sharing stuff from the heart. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0856.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0847.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Beautiful Zhao. Beautiful durian. Haha.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0857.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It set me thinking about two days ago when when we were there at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it set me thinking abt alot of things that happened over the past 2 weeks. It was rlly a whirlwind of emotions. Fast. I should say. Infatuation? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself I don't wna think so much right now. The future is already paved out.&lt;br /&gt;But right now. At this moment. You set me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I know we are both unsure and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Leave Right Now-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks. Will I catch them this yr?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115488442656310306?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115488442656310306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115488442656310306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115488442656310306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115488442656310306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/went-with-zhao-for-sas-band-concert-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115443768438029576</id><published>2006-08-01T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:08:04.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheerleading today was damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the training today went well.&lt;br /&gt;Today we got a feel of stunts. Mumtaz din dare go up onto Cherell's back at first and she was standing on my hand for soo long till I was trembling so hard I was screaming MUMTAZ! haha rlly quite fun lars. And cos I was kneeling on the track my knees hurt real bad and there were lots of depressions aft tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Celine and I were self-highing by ourselves cos we were trying to recall the steps of the mass dance Accidentally In Love and were dancing like freaks! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Lim a.k.a Baoface is a lil nice after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115443768438029576?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115443768438029576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115443768438029576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115443768438029576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115443768438029576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/08/cheerleading-today-was-damn-fun-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115428066034495294</id><published>2006-07-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:31:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would go against my rules.&lt;br /&gt;The world seems so much more beautiful these days.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115428066034495294?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115428066034495294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115428066034495294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115428066034495294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115428066034495294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-would-go-against-my-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115410194881998802</id><published>2006-07-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:52:28.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayeee finally braces are out!&lt;br /&gt;the whole feeling at first was really sucky cos my teeth felt damn smooth and slippery all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;but then i smiled!&lt;br /&gt;and then it felt all worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was history already.&lt;br /&gt;that was yesterday. today, I went to polish my teeth and get my retainers.&lt;br /&gt;retainers SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;omg when it was in my mouth I really felt like puking k.&lt;br /&gt;I guess pokey braces which created ulcers were not the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I just need time to get used to those things lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115410194881998802?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115410194881998802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115410194881998802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115410194881998802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115410194881998802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/yayeee-finally-braces-are-out-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115391267489398442</id><published>2006-07-26T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:00:57.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>service learning day- we're all in this together :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/;13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/%3B13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such an enriching and fulfilling day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today whole of SA had service learning where every class went to different private organisation to do volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;A2 signed up with Dover Park Hospice, which provides day care services for terminally ill patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its slogan was something like "We don't add days to life, but add life to days." which I found particularly meaningful. Everyone, staff and volunteers there had a part to play to make the patients' last phase of their lives most meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days we had spent time after school to stay back and practice the High School Musical dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We're All in This Together&lt;/span&gt; to perform in front of the old people.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to say that class effort could really be seen and everyone was really quite enthu to do the dance well :) And our efforts paid off cos the dance turned out really nice! so we're going to do it again for Teachers' Day performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL rocks. everyone should go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached Dover Park Hospice and after the volunteer training we started to interact with the patients.&lt;br /&gt;At first we were all quite apprehensive and were hesitating to approach the patients as we did not know wad to say to them.&lt;br /&gt;But soon after we all warmed up to each other and started laughing and joking. At times, it was really very saddening as they all looked very healthy and you knew the fact that they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only have a few more months to live!&lt;/span&gt; Some of them are about the same age as my dad!&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/4735/3191/320/DSC01443.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*We don't add days to life, we add life to days*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal buddy patient Mr Tan Sung Seng was such a postive man who kept thanking me for my kindness and praising us for our courage to come and meet people who were terminally ill like them. And his chinese was pro-ness can! He sounded like a &lt;em&gt;hua wen lao shi &lt;/em&gt;haha! all his words all veh chim one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan Sung Seng and I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/blogger/4735/3191/400/%3B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he was telling me about his 16 yr old son and his plight I really felt so screwed up inside and was on the verge of tearing. Him and two other patients also brought out their family photos and ICs to show us their happy memories. At that moment I really felt very fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a rocking good time dancing and singing with them. I think they loved the Chicken Dance most. There was this Mdm Wong who was SO cute as she was SO good at shaking and dancing and was very enthu in everything. Cheryl's buddy was another of my favs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's beautiful.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/%3B11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, when the patients left, I was in tears. Can you imagine how sad it is if the next time you go back and you're informed that they are not around anymore... &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/4735/3191/400/%3B18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, the whole experience was PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;SAJC rocks for planning this service learning day for us.&lt;br /&gt;But still SAJC does not rock that much yet lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure to go back to visit sometime. I love my Mr Tan :)&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/4735/3191/200/%3B8.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/4735/3191/400/%3B12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this, I kinda hate myself for being so self-centred and spoilt sometimes. I've realised that such simple people can yet be the most beautiful people in the world. We have nothing left to give them in this world except for smiles and love. A simple touch into their hearts. I guess compared to them, I'm really one materialistic bitch =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115391267489398442?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115391267489398442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115391267489398442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115391267489398442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115391267489398442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/service-learning-day-were-all-in-this.html' title='service learning day- we&apos;re all in this together :))'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115376436390174389</id><published>2006-07-24T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:26:08.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVENTEEN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;it is the day I finally turned seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be a lil more grown up now cos Seventeen used to be the age that seemed to be a mile away when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;I think the transition from 16 to 17 has been a roughly big one for me. My dad is slowly letting go and giving me more freedom with NO curfews! And most recently this yr I find that I have been mixing more with older friends who most willingly give me advice on adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I would turn 20 and then ..25. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;It's fast. I think Seventeen is the right age.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that youth is starting to seem more precious already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I so love my birthday this yr.&lt;br /&gt;You can say I have nth better to do because I'm going to list down every single person who sent me messages via sms or friendster since morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;xinhui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clarice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;evadne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yaqi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jonah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zhao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hui pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wei ling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;janice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hui shuang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kenny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meilinda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sheena&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;abby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waikit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sharon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tingmei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;melissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mr hon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mrs jerene tay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yi liang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adrian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wei jean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;huiqi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jiexiang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wysen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jeremy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinhua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;junkiat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;christian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jialiang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yulin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay! never felt happier looking at my inbox. Special thanks to Zhao, Clarice and Qi Hui for buying me cake and to Xinhui and Sharon for spending the whole night with me celebrating at Fullerton. And thanks to my class people for singing for me. And Cherell and Rachel I so love you..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so it's Peas' night out again at Fullerton Hotel for buffet dinner :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going to photo blog again:&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/4735/3191/400/IMG_0771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Fullerton Town cafe &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0772.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0774.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0784.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0787.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outside the cafe where a veh funny and enthu waiter helped us take pictures. He said he was some retired professional photographer. cool :D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/as.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boat Quay.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0793.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0794.0.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0795.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/4735/3191/400/IMG_0797.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0804.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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0805.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115376436390174389?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115376436390174389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115376436390174389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115376436390174389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115376436390174389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/seventeen.html' title='SEVENTEEN !'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115363499804314387</id><published>2006-07-22T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:23:27.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday buzz</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a rocking fun day.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a Long time since I last relished such good times with good people.&lt;br /&gt;My Dunman High darlings:&lt;br /&gt;MERLY, XINHUI, YINGXIU, SHARON, YULIN and new friends MAY and JENNIFER. i simply love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to Xinhui's brother's 21st birthday party at their house.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the function room we kept taking pictures and it funnily looked like Xinhui's birthday haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we bluffed Mer that it was a formal event! And that we were all wearing dresses and her brother was wearing a bow tie. lol! And she comically believed our crap and brought her heels and her prom dress! -_-&lt;br /&gt;So many of her brother's friends arrived soon after so we decided to make ourselves scarce and went to the house to sing karaoke.&lt;br /&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/blogger/4735/3191/400/17th1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; YingXiu singing soulfully into the mike :D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing those SHE songs in her house felt like we were back to my favourite old Sec2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that when Meryl and I were playing vball and fooling around outside it really made me miss the good old times in MJ when we used to play vball for hours after school on the track. ;(&lt;br /&gt;I really love the laughing-360-degree-till-she-drops-off-the-chair Meryl.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the life in first 2 mths would not change one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_9633.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/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_9508.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0739.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After that we went to see her brother cut his birthday cake. And we sang the Dunman High style Happy Birthday which I really miss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After eating my darling friends suddenly said they wanted to go back to the house to do duno what. So when we all came out of the function room they unsuspectingly surprised me with a chocolate birthday cake! awww. was really very touched. haha I was momentarily stunned and stupidly asked Yingxiu if it was her birthday &gt;_&lt;&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/4735/3191/320/17th2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so sweet of them.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/17th5.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/4735/3191/320/17th6.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/4735/3191/200/2749937600093478719RWHrJz_ph.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/4735/3191/320/2802383360093478719TClfix_ph.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/4735/3191/320/2957834760093478719dUUKfO_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While standing at the rooftop of Xinhui's house we called loudly to Audrey who was in her house one street away, jumping and waving. Damn amusing lol. I think she was pretty amused too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After which we returned to the function room where YingXiu hesitated damn long before trying the 40% alcohol Vodka. haha she kept dipping her fingers into the bowl of Vodka and licking them bit by bit..the rest of us also carefully took super small sips cos we were so scared of getting drunk.. :D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/17th14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yingxiu's big head&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/2793692170093478719iLtsLv_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Played cards, monopoly and singed and danced to clubby music. It got damn high due to having Ying Xiu around, of course... as usual. And once again, her brilliant idea to play Blind Men ..or Mice? haha i duno. So we switched off all the lights and started running silently and groping around. AH SHUCKS. I MISS THE CRAZY SEXY DAYS!!!! Evadne! stop disappearing lah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so it was THAT fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and the Vodka bottle ;)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/17th18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stayed over night with May and Jennifer and went home around 7 plus in the morning to meet Joshua, Geok and Abu the rest of the cycling taskforce for ODAC day cycling recce at 9am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AS USUAL They were all late. Very late..especially Abu. Late for 1 hour. while I reached Junction 8 at 8.30..half an hour earlier. So I walked up and down and up and down the whole mall countless times with the peddler auntie selling tissue wishing me sheng1 ti3 jian4 kang1 5353738238298 times, hoping I would buy her tissue. Argh. f.y.i. JOSHUA woke up at 9! rrrrrrrrrrgh... hahah must have taken a lonnnng time to preen his hair lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when we finally met at Bishan Park and started our day cycling recce, it was already late morning. Upper Pierce Resevoir was peaceful and nice. Never been there before. Yay I'm looking forward to the games cos I'm organising them! :)) The route was really much less challenging than I expected. And dun worry ODAC-ers..its only like 2 major uphill slopes and plenty of downhills :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the cycling taskforce! whee.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got home my family celebrated my birthday for me with a mango cake from Secret Recipe and surprised me with 2 presents! The Secret Recipe cake was so AWESOME! yum. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0746.0.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0750.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0757.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0760.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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg my mum bought me the newest model of Samsumg mp3. The Samsung version of the Ipod Video. Sleek and black! damn nice. I think she said it was 4 gig... something I have wanted since eons ago. ~~ I so love them :)) hmm. the other present is a secret kae? haha. &lt;p&gt;Okae so the past 2 days have been quite fun-filled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to tomorrow! Going out with xh and sharon at night..yay! This yr's birthday has been a lil better than previous yrs I guess. More cake pls! haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry Jiexiang Chris and Hui Shuang. I had to pangseh you guys this weekend cos really lots of ODAC stuff to settle..some other weekend I promise.... promise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115363499804314387?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115363499804314387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115363499804314387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115363499804314387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115363499804314387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-buzz.html' title='birthday buzz'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115340502350520803</id><published>2006-07-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:17:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really tired today.&lt;br /&gt;whoa enough action since morning man.&lt;br /&gt;During morning announcement the Head Prefect Jason announced Quek Si Ying, Lim Zhao Ting and Shiryln Neo were to see the dm right after assembly. Right in front of all the J1s. Wow a lil amusing lah. Our amazing  CT Daryl Lim aka Baoface's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cos we ponned detention lah.&lt;br /&gt;And in the first place, we were so not willing to go for detention cos we were so pissed off at Daryl Lim for sending us to detention for utterly&lt;br /&gt;S-T-U-P-I-D reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason was that I handed in MC one day late.&lt;br /&gt;Zhao' reason was that she did not follow instructions. (What instructions?!)&lt;br /&gt;Shiryln the guai kia's reason was the most not worth it one. SHE GOT DETENTION FOR BEING HONEST! She couldnt wake up one day and overslept, and she could have jolly well been "SICK". But she kindly called Daryl Lim to tell him. And he said "No you cannot come to school. Stay at home cos ppl are not allowed to come in after 8am" W-O-W. amazing lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after standing outside the General Office for about 1 hr we had to go for p.e. after that and run 2.4km!&lt;br /&gt;hurh.&lt;br /&gt;my legs were breaking.&lt;br /&gt;Again at detention, we were made to do physical work like carrying the tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Daryl Lim I managed to lose 1 kg today I think. ahh..Thank you ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back my GP script today I really broke down again. Sucks man. I feel lousyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stayed in school until around 8pm to do up ODAC board stuff with Wanlin and Yumin.&lt;br /&gt;I really really hope it turns out good! For now, it seems like good progress.&lt;br /&gt;Really worked up my arty brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;I shall feel a sense of accomplishment at the end of it and hopefully we can give the ODAC-ers a surprise. yay. I think we were the last ones to leave sch today cos today was a half day.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. tomorrow I will reach home even later because of First Aid course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired and worn our nowwww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115340502350520803?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115340502350520803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115340502350520803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115340502350520803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115340502350520803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-really-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115321500912145358</id><published>2006-07-18T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:30:09.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;Was really quite happy at first for passing my math..&lt;br /&gt;But GP was &gt;.&lt; ....................&lt;br /&gt;It made me end my day so unhappily.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to all those who showed concern. All my dear friends. Especially Zhao. who offered to accompany me all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;And also to my new GP teacher Mr Chua who msged me unexpectedly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. wad to do..&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's never been really smooth for me all the while.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to struggle along and always put in more than others.&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself it's enough drama for today.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115321500912145358?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115321500912145358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115321500912145358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115321500912145358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115321500912145358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-to-dumps.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115298359628595303</id><published>2006-07-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:40:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bright and sunny day</title><content type='html'>I had a hell lot of fun today! after what seemed like an eternity..a little action in life with great company like Zhaoting and new friend Si Min, Zhaoting's friend, whom I got to know not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met them at around 11am this morning to catch the K lunch slot. And I was singing and singing my heart out. I've never felt more lifted. Away from all the temporary worries and sadness. For the first time ever, K lunch food APPEALED to me. It was actually not bad. The curry chicken cutlet set.&lt;br /&gt;And Zhao's voice is very nice! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0625.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha she keeps saying she looks like a Malay next to me. tan la go tan summore la...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zhao and Simin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeaa the food festival chilli crabb. so fat and cute. we created sucha hoo-haa while taking these photos..so embarrassing lahhh we saw a bunch of guys laughing at us! summore Simin said they were from tpjc and she's from tp that's why! lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's another crab photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0632.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/4735/3191/320/lastscan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OH MAN AFTER THAT WE WENT TO WATCH NATIONAL DAY PARADE 2006 PREVIEW. ! ! I know it's a little early to celebrate Singapore's 41st birthday but...haha. it was really a veh last minute plan as Simin had like 5 extra tickets at the Grandstand and so we decided to tag along with her and her mummy! cool. So unexpected can. But I was so thrilled by the idea as going with Zhao that kido would surely be lots of fun :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So before meeting Simin's mum at Kallang we were chionging around town buying bread and water hehe. We bought 8 bread from Breadtalk ! cos we were so scared of getting starved at the Stadium. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hoho people, Zhao actually can be veh aunty one kae. She saw the whole tray of bread the person was carrying fresh from the oven and went "OH! look! new one leh!" then chionged and kiapped the pork floss bread from the tray in the person's hands before he could put it down. hahaha! Simin and I were really laughing hard :DD omg. cuteness haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our dressing for the event was totally wrong. Everyone else was in red and all looked toughed up and rah-rah all ready to give their oomph for Singapore, while the 3 of us really looked dressed up and had the we-came-from-town look. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Upon emerging into the audience stand of the stadium, we were faced with a whole sea of red. It was like WHOW. RED. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0638.12.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0635.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we were excitedly rummaging through the goodie bag like happy kids, squealing at the torch, the fan, the air-banger things, the kids mag.......looking at our elated faces you would nvr guess we are 17 yr olds haha.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0639.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;True excitement.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0641.2.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0642.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Nokia 3250 torchlight.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0643.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When the show started, I felt a warm sense of familiarity. Looking at all the kids and the school children made me suddenly feel so old. It feels good to feel the kiddish sense of patriotism once again. SO the three of us were doing our best to enjoy ourselves to the max and were like self-highing there HAHA.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/nat%20day.1.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0657.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The local artists/compares Gurmit Singh, Michelle Chia, Sheik Hakiel and Jean Danker came down from the top of the stadium to the field on a huge flying fox down the side of the National Stadium. damn cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The three of us were singing damn loudly along to the Semoga Bahagia, Home and the Wo shi nian qing den wei guo jun songs. haha! damn gao xiao. I think the Malay family behind us was very amused cos we were so enthu haha. And the little girl in front of us was so cute. She kept smiling at us so we had to take her picture. Same goes for the other smiley little girl sitting next to me. I had to take her picture too haha. (erh I'm not a peadophile)..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0647.1.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0636.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some hot-air balloon acrobat stunt.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0644.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The parachutists.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0659.0.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0662.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The march-past was boring as usual. It made me stone. But the reason me and Zhao took these pictures was to zoom into their faces to look for eye-candies haha! Stupid la.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0673.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Poser the President on the lorry drive past: Minister of Defence Teo Chee Hien (i think wrong spelling).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tattoos! heh veh fun..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0651.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0652.0.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mediacorp artist Vincent Ng and his army strutting their wushu stuff.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0666.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0663.0.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some random act bimbotic shots haha. eee Sick!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0669.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Evening to night..time to use the cool Nokia torch. The whole stadium got so beautiful......&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;NOT TO FORGET THE CAPS. check out the flashing flag at the top. We were DAMN amused by it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0677.1.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;During the fireworks, Zhaoting and I were screaming hysterically like no one's business. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0690.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/4735/3191/200/IMG_0697.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/4735/3191/320/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Despite all the sweat and the heat, I think I would definitely make it a point to try for NDP tickets every year. Who said NDP was corny .. hehe. You only get to feel this level of patriotism within this very stadium once a yr. It's the only time we see Singaporeans showing so much love. So why not.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks Simin =) for the tickets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And oh yes, my neighbour is the designer guy who designed ALL the costumes for this year's NDP celebration. I bet he's earning big bucks. His house is filled with all the mannequins and all tt stuff. And during weekends I see him holding dance lessons in his living room when I walk past. Pro-ness lah tt guy..hmm and not to mention he's a very nice neighbour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115298359628595303?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115298359628595303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115298359628595303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115298359628595303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115298359628595303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/bright-and-sunny-day.html' title='a bright and sunny day'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115289641785322964</id><published>2006-07-14T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:00:17.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week SUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect it to be SIYING WEEK --the after-exams week.&lt;br /&gt;After exams, most of my time was spent at home watching dvds and SHOPPING IN TOWN ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;many fucking plans were not carried out and I feel sometimes I don't even know what's the point in looking forward in life. There's NOTHING to look forward to every week I realize.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I shouldn't be enthu about stuff anymore. I feel like I duno what I'm doing. Many occasions, my hopes and expectations often fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have not watched two good movies I have been waiting to watch since after exams. I have not been singing my heart out. I am still stupidly trying to drown all my sorrows in solo shopping which has made me so damn broke. I hate myself and sometimes I don't even know what the hell made me make the choice after I had my heart rooted in a place I truly loved during first 2 months. Trust me that 06A02 really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zinc &lt;33 SAINTS ODAC 06/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115289641785322964?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115289641785322964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115289641785322964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115289641785322964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115289641785322964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-week-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115289493353172913</id><published>2006-07-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:39:57.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>As to why Zinc is troubled and saddened.&lt;br /&gt;Those who will know are those friends whom I think are the people who can go through BOTH good and bad times with me..&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not only the happy times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the people who can truly give me encouragement when I'm down. Those are the people who are willing to hear me cry everything out. Those are the ones whom I will give my heart and soul to put a smile to their faces when its time for me to reciprocate their kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Those people. I truly love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115289493353172913?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115289493353172913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115289493353172913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115289493353172913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115289493353172913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_14.html' title=':('/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115262268285707468</id><published>2006-07-11T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T05:58:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY of common tests :)</title><content type='html'>yes finally. the torture has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;after the last ditch efforts over the past few days to throw in whatever I could.--sleeping at 1130pm and waking up at 330am in between geog and maths papers to do last minute revision.&lt;br /&gt;Worse, when it was precious sleeping time I just couldn't fall asleep I duno why. SLEEPNESS NIGHTS filled with immense stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog was really crappy. my answers were just common sensical ones and didn't look like it needed any studying beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;MATHS today--I dun even wanna talk about it hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really rot my life away just now at tcc after the test. haha we were calling random ppl like Mr Hon and Jerene Tay to ask them how's life :D&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch Superman but Sick watched it already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so after that i went to dental with Sick and Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EXCITING NEWS:&lt;/span&gt; ZINC AND HER BRACES ARE GOING TO PART IN 2 VERY SICK WEEKS TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! oh good heavens finally. after 2 whole yrs of having my teeth chained up! but i guess i will still miss my braces. I think I would look veh weird at first .. cos my teeth would suddenly look too smooth and straight. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to remove them on next Tuesday the 25th but since Celine the Sick is removing hers on Thursday the 27th i decided to put it on the same date! COOLNESS we can go sch together on Friday both with our braces removed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a dress and rented some dvds.&lt;br /&gt;and oh the Zara sale shirts are so damn nice I must get at least one I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad Pink liked her present from Celine and I. We bought her this musical mini-wardrobe thinggy with drawers and 'clothes' hangers and all inside complete with a turning ballerina to put and hang her accessories. Really darn pretty. I heart it. The cakes were ultra yummy and nice but stupid Swensens at Suntec went to freeze/chill them for us till they turned to a block of ice &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA we were so scared when she opened her present. cos the wrapping looked veh childish lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. it shall be one exciting dayyy. mjmjmjmjmj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115262268285707468?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115262268285707468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115262268285707468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115262268285707468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115262268285707468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-of-common-tests.html' title='LAST DAY of common tests :)'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115231746649829321</id><published>2006-07-07T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T05:57:20.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nowadays when i have nth to do i try and stuff myself with oranges*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-help me i'm so going to fail geog-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to biatch: -wait till you see how gay the strawberry series looks..i think the birthday boy is gonna be angry..heh.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115231746649829321?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115231746649829321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115231746649829321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115231746649829321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115231746649829321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/nowadays-when-i-have-nth-to-do-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115219880188399314</id><published>2006-07-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T08:19:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging for the 2nd time for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH I'm currently getting so pissed off by H2 GEOGRAPHY cos everything's so dry and so....... dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how I'm going to survive for the next 3 days like this man.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if temporarily cooping myself up at airport would help again. But no. I'm sian and I just feel like staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES about rotational slips, earthflows, mudflows and slumps?! who freaking cares.. I would probably forget all that I've studied so far in half a day after the common test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............I used to love physical geog. But now I feel so forced studying it! I hate readings from everywhere. All the stupid random books. Photocopies and more photocopies. argh so messy..Marianne Cheong was still the best :::::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115219880188399314?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115219880188399314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115219880188399314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115219880188399314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115219880188399314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-blogging-for-2nd-time-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115218420002722964</id><published>2006-07-06T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:32:38.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is only the end of the 2nd day of common tests and i'm alr celebrating =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so glad econs paper is over! because it's the paper that I was the most stressed over.&lt;br /&gt;It was alot oh-kay-er than I expected and I was glad those stuff that I read last min early in the morning came out.&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting to mention that I LOVE the simply rocking MJ notes. Didn't even study SA's at all.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho geog is like 3 days away and I duno why I dun feel like starting yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test ended, went to Parkway to chill with Celine the Sick. Before that we were calling the whole busy world to ask if anyone could join us. And we were crapping abt calling Kenny's house to scare his mum abt him not going for an exam paper so that she could wake him up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that when he woke up and agreed to come in the end, he generously pang-sehed us last min so me and Celine comically sat down in the middle at the 3rd floor there to sulk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we couldn't decide a freaking place to have lunch at, we decided to go around Parkway buying random stuff from everywhere. Oh and there was a stupendous food fair at the basement. So these were the stuff we bought for lunch:&lt;br /&gt;- bread from Swissbake&lt;br /&gt;- large cookie from Anderson's ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;- one bowl of Penang laksa&lt;br /&gt;- 5 otah&lt;br /&gt;- 4 kweh pie tee&lt;br /&gt;- 2 drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all junk! and so random. I was bracing myself for diarrhoea after that.&lt;br /&gt;and after buying we just plonked ourselves down at the food court and started to eat like nobody's business. When we left the table was SO messy! hah how considerate of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Sick, quite action lah right?&lt;br /&gt;I think we really veh mean to the food court lehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I think my life is really boring haha.&lt;br /&gt;Who will actually blog about what they ate lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought the pair of sexy red heels from Novo! cool stuff. But I really look very tall in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have slacked enough for today. I shall mug from tonight to next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yay no sch tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zinc shall be more serious for promos. Procrastination no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115218420002722964?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115218420002722964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115218420002722964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115218420002722964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115218420002722964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-is-only-end-of-2nd-day-of-common.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115201334089460226</id><published>2006-07-04T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T04:42:20.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of common tests</title><content type='html'>My first paper--GP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compre was really difficult. I remember silently cursing at question 4.&lt;br /&gt;Compo--apparently I think I did the most difficult question. Foreign Aid. I think I was the only one in my class who did it. But I'm glad I knew my statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks to know that I'm still left with one whole week of nail-biting anxiety. Why can't SA just schedule the papers closer to each other so that CHOP everything would be over in 4 days. And all the other JCs are finished with their CTs :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deprived of proper chilling and shopping. Surely I would do something rewarding for myself after common tests. yay can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Biatch, Sick, Zhao &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Pink&lt;/span&gt; u all totally rock.&lt;br /&gt;Zhao and Biatch--thanks for all your frequent encouragements through phone and sms.&lt;br /&gt;Sick-- for all your nonsense. I should learn from you how to stay calm before tests. (Summore can go watch Superman on the eve of exams.) haha love you.&lt;br /&gt;Pink--for being my superb study pal at the airport! Although I really feel darn bimbotic when I'm with you haha. Hey but we're really cool when we brainstorm together and have heated discussions lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying might be sucha lonely ordeal but who cares if you know everyone's with you in the process and showing so much love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ZINC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115201334089460226?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115201334089460226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115201334089460226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115201334089460226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115201334089460226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/07/1st-day-of-common-tests.html' title='1st day of common tests'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115130853505486415</id><published>2006-06-25T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T00:58:29.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was just talking to zhao on the phone and was just informed of the height and weight taking tomorrow !!!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/IMG_0290.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. what else can i say.&lt;br /&gt;we should have taken our height and weight measurements on the last pe lesson before the hoildays lah! haha. cos me and zhao ponned that lesson cos we wanted to escape from reality for the time being then. And we went to watch Over the Hedge. yay. now comes reality. how great.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the carefree k-boxing days way before common tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post the Gleneagles hospital entry photos here as I duno why shitty blogspot does not allow me post them in that entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0471.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0471.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swissbake cakes are good :)&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/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0472.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0472.3.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;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0477.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/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The star. Haha she kinda looks quite cute here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115130853505486415?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115130853505486415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115130853505486415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115130853505486415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115130853505486415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-just-talking-to-zhao-on-phone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115122368432055959</id><published>2006-06-25T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:41:17.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last week of June</title><content type='html'>i chopped my hair to almost half its original length today!&lt;br /&gt;my head feels darn light now.&lt;br /&gt;no more glam look.&lt;br /&gt;hmm seems like ive done much changes to my hair this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="280" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0494.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="277" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0590.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All prepared for school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0590.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to airport to study wif Hui Shuang before meeting my darling mj-ers at marina square seoul garden. Still, Shuang still does the best for me. Although we had lots to catch up on each other and kept talking in between, we had a very fruitful study session as usual. Thanks dear shuang! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha went to Mango sale after that with her. I felt like a canned sardine. So many women! All flustered and excited. Clothes thrashed here and there. 'War of the Sales' I call it. Didnt like any tops but managed to buy a skirt which was slashed from 85 bucks to 42. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mango clothes are really getting more and more typical. I felt that the stuff there weren't really impressive. Hmm the last time I bought sth from there was like one year ago? I find that my more recent haunts are Topshop, Dorothy Perkins and Ms Selfridge. The clothes there are cooler with more style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0545.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Look at Celine's sick face haha! Once again, I happened to catch her talking halfway. I think she was saying sth like "....blah blah....dropped!" HAHA! Look at Shirlyn's face. LoL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0011.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Months ago at Pizza Hut....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"It's just a little FOOD.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha. So cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/IMG_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/IMG_0552.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to fry an egg. It was really eekky cos I suck at egg craking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sad cos Honpa and Meryl and Mei and Zhao couldnt turn up last min! Mr Honnn...grrrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, things always turn our fine with them around. Thanks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jack, JianHan, Yaqi Biatch, Celine the Sick, Ting Mui, Shirlyn ah boy and Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for ending my Thursday on a happy note =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merly promised us another bbq at her house after Common Tests. Meanwhile, Good Luck ppl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115122368432055959?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115122368432055959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115122368432055959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115122368432055959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115122368432055959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-week-of-june.html' title='last week of June'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115073928511466281</id><published>2006-06-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:48:33.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sharon pig leg</title><content type='html'>went to glenneagles hospital to visit sharon today.&lt;br /&gt;poor thing she hafta spend half her birthday in hospital with a humongous leg. so we celebrated earlier for her today at around 9 plus pm and surprised her with the cake and asked the nurse to pass the present to her at 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God the nurses were accomodating enough to tolerate our nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly we were such a bunch of losers to meet at 7pm to buy the presents when visiting hours were from 9am to 9pm. So we were happily chionging arnd Orchard laughing gaily as usual wif all our bullshit and nonsense. We kinda did speed shopping and in the end bought a top for her from PhutureLondon. Then we saw some accessory hanging thing in Taka which was really super pretty. We all didnt mind spending that huge amount on Sharon, but still it was not feasible as we would be dead broke if we bought that pretty thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus. giving her that badly-wrapped-in-paper top was really unpresentable and looked unfortunately like some stupid bandage.&lt;br /&gt;So we bought a nice box with ribbon and a meaningful metoyou card in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Its always the same scenario. We always complain about being cheated after that. And oh-my, thinking back of the scenario just now really makes me wna laugh. We were still cleverly trying to find the receipt of PhutureLondon, desperately harbouring the idea of chionging back to return that 'bandage' once and for all so that we could afford that pretty hanger thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all kinda high and out of breath after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we come to the cab incident.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It was my shit. Once again.&lt;br /&gt;I psychoed Waikit and XinHui to carry out the deceitful act with me lol.&lt;br /&gt;So we cut queue all the way to the meandering queue outside Taka and conned the few ppl at the front to let us have the cab first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life-and-death situation....my friend is in hospital (which was true)' I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waikit calling Sharon on the phone. 'Hello?! Sharon wad ward are u in?? ARE U OKAYY?' Oh my God. I nearly died of overly-contained laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And XinHui..haha..best.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck her head outside the cab door and said loudly to the driver before she got in 'Uncle! Glenneagles hospital!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really felt a lil guilty throughout the painful wait for the freaking cab.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the 2 women eyeing our hand-carried plastic bags of birthday cake and presents and giving us a suspicious look. Although they were still kind enough to let us have the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those poor peeps in the long long killer queue.&lt;br /&gt;Must have waited for more than half an hour each.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I shall avoid such situations ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm feeling high like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. We excitedly took out the cake in the hospital and we had no lighter!&lt;br /&gt;I felt utterly dumb, but as usual we HAHAHA-ed it all away.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote the card and told the nurse to play along with us.&lt;br /&gt;Some kind uncle lent us his lighter.&lt;br /&gt;Then the nurse went into Sharon's ward and switched off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;And so, we slowly walked in with the cake singing Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And oh-hoho. The lighted candle went out as we were singing halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. We were making sucha commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chionged into the ward and said to Sharon among tears off laughter 'You didn't see anything'.&lt;br /&gt;Then we backed out, lighted the freaking candle once more and went on with the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see the smile on my dear friend's face.&lt;br /&gt;My, she really looked pale. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. We are such losers. Never have I done anything normal with XinHui and Waikit lah. 5 yrs of friendship. Always filled with shit. Especially now, since we havent seen each other for quite some time. Today, I was especially happy. Never laughed so hard in sucha long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sweet Seventeenth, Sharon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29859744-115073928511466281?l=zincage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/feeds/115073928511466281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29859744&amp;postID=115073928511466281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115073928511466281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29859744/posts/default/115073928511466281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincage.blogspot.com/2006/06/sharon-pig-leg.html' title='sharon pig leg'/><author><name>Zinc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13643552274388808540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/400/IMG_8647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29859744.post-115056884155821672</id><published>2006-06-17T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:07:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day i had a blog</title><content type='html'>my very first post on my very first blog. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should say i've had a perfectly boring hoilday this June.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel driven to study, yet sometimes i do feel stressed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;dun dare to start on Econs.&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 weeks, i've been mostly stoning at home or going out chilling with Chris and Jiexiang.&lt;br /&gt;hmm seems like they've been the ones spicing up my holiday so far.&lt;br /&gt;The first week was so ODAC-orientated due to LTC and Mount Ophir trip which was so totally fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010566.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/P1010566.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So i was out at Sentosa with Chirs and Jiexiang the other day. The rain ironically, seemed to add to the fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was cold and we seemed to be amused at how lost and disorientated we were at Palawan Beach and how we were desperately trying to locate the bicycle kiosk, the bus stops and finding a freaking PONCHO!&lt;br /&gt;I remember how Chris dragged me into the water which was oh-so dark-bluish and uninviting.&lt;br /&gt;But we had a 'salt bath' for awhile lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/P1010772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/blogger/4735/3191/320/P1010595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we went to underwater world! My next favourite place in Sentosa after the extinct Fantasy Island.&lt;br /&gt;Other than these places and the beaches, Sentosa never really appealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;The diver and I fell in love with each other! I think he was ang-moh. And there was his twin too cos them both had the same botak cut. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this solo diver who didn't care about the excited tourists. He was busy cleaning the fish shit.&lt;br /&gt;They placed the cute sharks in front of us so that they looked like they were leaning on each other. Those sharks looked so friendly and adorable. Or were they catfish? Well, I duno. They looked half-catfish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/P1010747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some ginormous fish had huge fat blue lips. Eew ugly.&lt;br /&gt;The diver kept tapping the glass in front of my face haha. Spastic guy. Makes me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I love the jellyfish. They looked so surreal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/P1010684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/P1010757.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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;Well, we had a really great time, minus the fact that it was super crowded and I really felt quite angsty when I thought of how smart we were to choose to come Sentosa on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa is really becoming very commercialized. Really very unappealing.&lt;br /&gt;There's even a beach carpark at Palawan Beach! I prefer the old Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Although it feels gd to devour Sakae sushi and New Zealand ice-cream after some cycling and plus I love the newly built toilets.&lt;br /&gt;But all these make me feel like I'm on mainland Singapore so what's the point? Ok now I'm talking like a true ODAC-er lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/P1010584.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/P1010791.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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Chris to dye my hair yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So my hair is now blue black under Chris' suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;Ok those students at Kimage school are really noob and new at hairdressing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe the girl cutting my hair told me she learnt hairdressing for only a month? I'm like her number what guinea pig harhar.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar she splashed water on my face during the wash! We were both laughing gaily after that lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only around 20 plus bucks for dyeing hair. Plus treatment I only paid around 50 plus. For that price I wouldnt mind doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;And I spent like 3 to 4 hours there cos they were really slow.&lt;br /&gt;But still quite happy with my new hair colour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris keeps saying it gives me the 'oriental' look. Cheena lahhh i told him haha. Once again, I regretted cutting the china doll straight fringe look. ah. stupid lah. kenny's going to niao me again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we watched 'Silent Hill' after that. It sucked. Dear world, pls dun watch. It's like some computer game with baddies. I nearly fell asleep. Plus it's supposed to be a 5-star movie. When the show ended I was like "Hurr?"&lt;br /&gt;But I simply love The Omen. Dear world, pls go watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. guess ysty was the last time I would be seeing Chris and Koh in awhile as Jiexiang is gg back to camp soon and Chirs has to start teaching soon too. Plus cooommmmmooooonnn tessssttttssss! Time to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010222.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/200/P1010222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes I feel darn jealous when they talk about going to uni cos both of them alr secured places in NTU and NUS respectively. And them both are people with good ambitions. I can so see them being high-flyers in future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And me? Still stuck here in JC. Not just JC. It's SAJC. (SAJC=Study Anot? JC.) Sigh. My future is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking on the bright side. I will enter uni same year as them both. So by then, they would've completed army and yes, we might be schoolmates! Something more to colour my life. We would have more common things to talk about. Seems like poly life is a more practical route. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/1600/P1010206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4735/3191/320/P1010206.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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I hate myself. I'm so easily brainwashed.&lt;br /&gt;Stop complaining you stupid piece of Zinc.&lt;br /&gt;You're alr in JC. 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