<?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-37937403</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:40:11.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-898026073508316875</id><published>2010-05-14T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:36:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im kind of curious&lt;br /&gt;if anyone will realise&lt;br /&gt;that i blogged&lt;br /&gt;after abandoning this blog for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highly doubt so though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8984356204880756475</id><published>2010-01-16T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:08:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im thinking of moving my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause im not really blogging anymore, yet im not willing to just stop typing rubbish and letting some friends who still do read blogs come see what nonsense i've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall consider and try out a new domain in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new semester at school has started.&lt;br /&gt;let the war begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8984356204880756475?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-9062012996152500033</id><published>2009-12-02T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:15:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my exams are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm actually i just wanted to blog this song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Falling Slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i keep staying out so late nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder my mom isn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;i reached at 4am yesterday? no that's today morning.&lt;br /&gt;and all i've been doing is just talking to a bunch of friends, but we can talk on all night, and probably could have gone on if it weren't for the fact that I had to reach home before my mom leaves the house today at 4plus for her flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to meet up with everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;i won't be in singapore from the 9th to the 15th though, but really!&lt;br /&gt;let's all meet up.&lt;br /&gt;hope all these meetings don't clash though.&lt;br /&gt;yeap (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-9062012996152500033?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/9062012996152500033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=9062012996152500033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/9062012996152500033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/9062012996152500033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-exams-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6587820467512430506</id><published>2009-11-13T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:53:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it queer, how it feels like my life now revolves around a whole new way of living, and a whole different group of friends?&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that we can never get enough of each other too, despite seeing each other almost everyday. But of course, we do get tired of living life at such a pace, that this study break and exam period is actually a welcome for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;It's worth celebrating, when we submitted our last submission for our design module yesterday for this semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I start to realise that songs tend to sing about not being able to sleep at 2am, thinking about someone or something, and to me, 2am isn't much of a big deal anymore. But i suppose 4am and beyond seems to early in the morning, where some sad souls have to wake up for work, and 3am just doesn't sound as pleasant as 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these few months in aki, i realise that words such as "cui" and "imba" have become part of my daily choice of words to describe something. there's sometimes simply no better word to describe a failed attempt at model making or concept, and no better word to describe the complete opposite.&lt;br /&gt;The question to ask every late night we have is "how's your progress?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how i have managed to make such an awesome group of friends in aki, perhaps out of pure luck, but we are probably the rare group of friends who'd stay up the whole night just to help each other complete our models and drawings, even if we have completed our own work. Seems like those are hard to come by around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm barely blogging nowadays, because my life is just a little more unusual as compared to others, and that I now barely see anyone other than my family and aki friends, and since everyday would seem the same to anyone else (in fact, to my family too), then there isn't much of a point writing the same things everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to meet up with everyone else though, and i suppose the time will come in the upcoming december holidays. To catch up with everyone, and to see the kind of lifes they are leading, now that we have probably all found a our new group of uni friends. which is why all the more we should catch up and do the same things we used to do, like hanging out at a friend's place making music, hanging out in town beating high scores in photohunt, going out for meals, watching movies, and most importantly, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exchanging new gossips&lt;/span&gt; hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for this post then (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6587820467512430506?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6587820467512430506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6587820467512430506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6587820467512430506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6587820467512430506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/11/isnt-it-queer-how-it-feels-like-my-life_13.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6730743654815076204</id><published>2009-09-28T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:28:50.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo everyone.&lt;br /&gt;How have you been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been very happy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Over a couple of reasons. And no, i'm not telling you, so be warned, this is probably going to be a short and boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being very myself today.&lt;br /&gt;It's studio free week. How strange isn't it. and it's not helping that i'm still in a holiday mood, as though recess week is still on. of course i have been doing my work, but definately not enough. It's never enough, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in an incredibly random way, i would like to say that i really need my driving license. I cannot stand it anymore, that everyone passes their driving test and get their license. Yet at the same time, i dread having to learn and take the test all over again. the horrible feeling of uncertainty, knowing that i'd just make a mistake, just KNOWING I WOULD, and then really hitting something or whatever, and having to send out sad smileys to people who gave me assurance before that i will definately pass my test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, im always talking about the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start feeling the motivation to get things done and live a proper life again now. cause right now i sort of feel like wasting away my days. I guess it's recess-week-a-titis, the sickness you get when recess week just isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;also, getting a new table (that i really really don't like) and a new studio group (which i really really don't want) isn't helping one tiny bit at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really feel much in the mood for anything lately.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WRRRROOOONNNNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't like changes so much.&lt;br /&gt;they never go the way i'd like them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SsC5ZKBUPwI/AAAAAAAAArg/iTu_NkzeWH4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SsC5ZKBUPwI/AAAAAAAAArg/iTu_NkzeWH4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386508996172857090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my assignments in the first workshop.&lt;br /&gt;so random again right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6730743654815076204?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6730743654815076204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6730743654815076204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6730743654815076204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6730743654815076204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/09/hallo-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SsC5ZKBUPwI/AAAAAAAAArg/iTu_NkzeWH4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8875153733388581563</id><published>2009-09-19T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:11:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY IT'S RECESS WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone feel this joy?&lt;br /&gt;i guess if you're having recess week too you'd feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;of course there is still a bundle of things to do, mostly tedious work.&lt;br /&gt;but then, without studio work, it doesn't seem like there's any urgency to start. i should start though, there's really alot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting my other modules which seemed pretty nonexistant all this time.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i recall of them is sleeping during the lectures or not going at all. in fact, there was one particular lecture i remember distinctively.&lt;br /&gt;the lecture had yet to begin, so i took the opportunity to sleep. and when i woke up, everyone was existing the lecture theatre. and i was a lil confused at first. before it occurred to be that i slept through the lecture and didn't even know it had begun.&lt;br /&gt;then i went on to continue sleeping for 30 more minutes in the LT before i returned back to my studio.&lt;br /&gt;423 has especially nice and soft chairs to sleep in, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anws, i hope i'd be able to meet up with everyone during this break?&lt;br /&gt;it's only one week though, and i suspect everything will begin to clash, starting with my studio group outing on tuesday and an incredibly stupid project essay that i need to do, coincidentally on tuesaday too ):&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll have to meet my studio group at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;i really like my studio group.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, it's all going to change.&lt;br /&gt;because rumour goes that some annoying person complained and they are now changing it half a sem earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss being able to hang out and being able to depend on the people in my studio group, but i guess change is something i'll always have to accept eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;now i'm trying to think of something interesting to say, but i realise that all i have is memories of aki.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't manage to take photos of all my final works though, else i'd post them, but then again, they probably won't look like anything to you because my workmanship is so bad, so it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;im worried about where im gonna put them when i bring them home in the future though. as though my house and room isn't cluttered enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i really don't have much to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll have more to say after recess week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8875153733388581563?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8875153733388581563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8875153733388581563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8875153733388581563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8875153733388581563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-its-recess-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-76222367027255571</id><published>2009-08-20T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:37:36.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really tired, but here i am blogging!&lt;br /&gt;cause i might not have the opportunity to do so till a long long time away again.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping an average of maybe 5 hours per night the past week, and i went to bed at 5am yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but if you think wow, that's quite crazy for university, think again.&lt;br /&gt;cause my friend went to bed at 7am and woke up at 8am to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;if you noticed my facebook status, you would know that i've been in school even on saturdays and sundays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually half enjoying myself, despite the stress, depsite the lack of sleep, despite the depressing and frustrating moments.&lt;br /&gt;today's crit actually went quite alright for me, or so it might have felt. I know it could have gone better (my nerves got to me) but i won't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to thank my studio groupmates who were there helping me through it, and working in studio with me till the late nights.&lt;br /&gt;Many more to come, but studio groups change, and i'd be so sad when the time comes to change groups and tutors.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sick of macs. people tell me that i should get used to it, but NO WAY i think i'll just pack food. i feel so unhealthy lately, eating too much, and not moving at all. i should go exercise but how and when?&lt;br /&gt;makes me miss rag alot haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, ever since i played with my friend's cam, i really want to buy a dslr!&lt;br /&gt;my sister says she might buy one with her first pay (:&lt;br /&gt;except tt she doesn't start work till january haha... but at least i don't have to save up for that. I barely have any money now to pay for my aki stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i spent about $60 or more on my first studio assignement alone, buying film, cabbing, printing. and i didn't even count the amount i paid for the A1 paper (each piece $1.35) and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why the government subsides the course so heavily, and yet people still say that architecture is an expensive course.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even bought a file and it might cost me more than 60bucks if i choose the expensive one!&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that one object already prove my point how expensive studying aki is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rushing for time alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the time to visit a hairdresser, don't have the time to buy my converse shoes, don't have the time to head down to DBS to clarify my signature so i can get my debit card and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually out in the morning, home late at night.&lt;br /&gt;at least i still go home. my friends have already begun to stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, reaching home when the sky is still bright seems like an awfully weird thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really really really tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;think i shall just keep this post short and go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited about vivien coming home soon (:&lt;br /&gt;and oh yea, take care of your finger, peter! i haven't heard from alot of pple since a long time ago. come visit me in studio if you have the time (must have said it tons of times before). just give me a ring before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much all i want to say, or at least what i can remember as of this moment when my brain is shutting down and going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, a picture of a rose i took in studio! the flower began to wilt after my friend took a picture of it for our assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/So1s4JwnCII/AAAAAAAAArQ/pv4B-CVuiNk/s1600-h/IMG_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/So1s4JwnCII/AAAAAAAAArQ/pv4B-CVuiNk/s320/IMG_1012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372069642471147650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the really awesome rag float we danced in front of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/So1tW6Frn-I/AAAAAAAAArY/SVy2wMa3aMw/s1600-h/float.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/So1tW6Frn-I/AAAAAAAAArY/SVy2wMa3aMw/s320/float.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372070170840506338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i know they are random photos.&lt;br /&gt;i must be tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-76222367027255571?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/76222367027255571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=76222367027255571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/76222367027255571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/76222367027255571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-really-tired-but-here-i-am-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/So1s4JwnCII/AAAAAAAAArQ/pv4B-CVuiNk/s72-c/IMG_1012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1876749159045488353</id><published>2009-08-09T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:06:51.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel awfully lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;yet im afraid that if i don't blog today, i'd lose that temporary high to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SDE RAG'09 ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg we were toally awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;haha we won the flash mob contest done during flag day, we won the most environmentally friendly float (or something alone that line), and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;WE WON THE BEST OVERALL RAG PRESENTATION :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's most amazing because everyone worked hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;and we finally got what we aimed for.&lt;br /&gt;i tried hard not to cry after the awards were given out. it was really an amazing feeling to be part of something and be so proud about it and of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to see friends who turned out, whether to supposrt or simply to see, but who eventually came over and found me! (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we won this for our dance instructors who worked just as hard or maybe even harder to make this all happen.&lt;br /&gt;plus the crazy overnight floaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any pictures though, because i didn't bring my camera to rag, but they are slowly being uploaded on facebook. 90% of them tagged with me inside are super duper unglam photos haha... oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't managed to sleep from friday to saturday, so when i got home on saturday, i crashed the bed at 7pm, and woke up at 12.30pm today, waking up in between only once to change over from my parents' bed to my own.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel so tired, and my eyes felt swollen when i first woke up!&lt;br /&gt;but i find everything totally worth it for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh and the incredibly tasty free buffet, which tasted so good probably because we all knew we won it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i joined rag, because i met really nice pple there, and it feels really good to be part of something like this.&lt;br /&gt;i guess loads of pple won't understand why i would want to spend so much time on this, and to meet strangers to work on something that ain't going to count much in life. But it DOES count alot in life, because it's an awesome experience to look back on (minus the unglam photos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it quite sad actually, now that rag is over.&lt;br /&gt;as tiring as the practices were, i will miss meeting everyone at the foyer, listening to the dance instructors, taking photos, learning the other dances, trying to give my best, feeling good after a good workout at dance.&lt;br /&gt;i will certainly miss interacting with everyone, with the pple who i dance and work with, and who i will barely meet now that rag is over.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much i thought about rag, that it didn't even occur to me that national day was approaching till yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but all is not sad, because WE WON BEST OVERALL RAG PRESENTATION :D&lt;br /&gt;hehe we won medicine and their crazy cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is a short post.&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill put up some photos when i have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you've read, all that's left is for&lt;br /&gt;     you&lt;br /&gt;          to&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=515309&amp;op=2&amp;o=global&amp;view=global&amp;subj=638527517&amp;id=1429118390#/video/video.php?v=108074851148&amp;ref=mf"&gt;watch.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1876749159045488353?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1876749159045488353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1876749159045488353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1876749159045488353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1876749159045488353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-awfully-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6891987068240144375</id><published>2009-07-31T14:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:10:10.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, i've been typing half completed blog posts, and never actually posting them.&lt;br /&gt;same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, i've been tired.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i believe i'm still quite enjoying myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, i failed my driving test.&lt;br /&gt;24 points and 1 immediate failure.&lt;br /&gt;I like to blame the L plate car and L plate motorcyclist even though it was proabably my lack of driving skills that resulted in my failure. I was really upset that day but thanks to friends who cheered me up, i feel much better, and now i just feel annoyed with the fact that i have to go through the whole worrying and scared bit for my next driving test which i have yet to book because friday slots are not available and i think i'll probably only be free on fridays because i'm an archi student and archi students are forever busy.&lt;br /&gt;that's a long sentence, did you realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so back to what i've been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone out with mg and mel for a late lunch last sunday, which was nice, because we ended up laughing at things that weren't even funny at all as usual.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i laughed until my stomach and throat began to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder when was the last time i laughed so hard at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i wanted to meet up with meiyan and shitong also, but we're all busy on different days, so it's hard to even plan a meeting date ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and then there was the meeting with 4i girls, which was last week i think.&lt;br /&gt;And i concluded that alot of 4i pple went into business school, while s18 pple went into engineering.&lt;br /&gt;and i was the only person who went SDE haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i shall talk about rag.&lt;br /&gt;For this week, i had rag on monday, tuesday, wednesday and thursday, and every practice ends later and everyone feels more tired from the day before.&lt;br /&gt;but no matter, i don't regret joining, because i still do have fun at it, and besides, i believe it's giving me the workout i need.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i turned healthier overnight, but i do feel less unhealthy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh if you stalk my blog, despite the fact that i have very boring entries because my life isn't very interesting, and i don't type wonderful, interesting or thought provoking entires, you'll probably know that i sprained my left foot.&lt;br /&gt;my left foot is now pretty much alright.&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that u sprained my RIGHT foot when my left foot was healing last week, because i tripped over my own slippers when i was climbing down the stairs at SDE foyer. TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;don't know what's up with me lately, i've been so clumsy, i think my friends now believe i'm generally a clumsy person, which i really hope i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, that's partially why i didn't go for O week sentosa day today with my og.&lt;br /&gt;my foot is like... swollen. not very, but it feel swollen when i step on it, and i really shouldn't be walking with a sprained foot anws.&lt;br /&gt;haha so much for participating in O week. In the end, raggers were pulled out for dance practices during the O week events this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i really should be either sleeping (because im still really tired right now) or studying (my $264 japanese test is this sunday and i haven't began to mug and i alr tend to feel damn lost even during the lessons).&lt;br /&gt;instead, im blogging and chatting online and eating fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, not like i feel like doing anything i need to do now.&lt;br /&gt;say hi to elmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SnKU1ISPR8I/AAAAAAAAArI/sNsocKU6lhk/s1600-h/elmer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SnKU1ISPR8I/AAAAAAAAArI/sNsocKU6lhk/s320/elmer2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364513746629642178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6891987068240144375?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6891987068240144375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6891987068240144375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6891987068240144375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6891987068240144375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-again-ive-been-typing-half.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SnKU1ISPR8I/AAAAAAAAArI/sNsocKU6lhk/s72-c/elmer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1338884953306334626</id><published>2009-07-15T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:23:35.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've typed a couple of blog posts lately.&lt;br /&gt;Except that they are usually abandoned halfway through, due to reasons like distractions due to the television, to reasons such as vivien calling me.&lt;br /&gt;So i abandoned these posts.&lt;br /&gt;But they all kind of sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;Along the lines of what i've been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;and since i've found some kind of spare time now, i have decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really tired right now, from running everywhere at all sorts of random timings, and not having enough sleep since i returned from camp.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, now that i've begun blogging, i don't know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i joined another camp, Prefab camp, last week, and met new friends again.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't exactly at the camp all the time, rushing to and fro from my driving lessons, and going home to sleep, because i didn't want to sleep on the floor in the studio in a sleeping bag, and also because i have driving in the morning, so i might as well go home first.&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty fun camp.&lt;br /&gt;It's a different sort of fun as compared to the SDE camp.&lt;br /&gt;YES the SDE camp was fun despite the H1N1 scare. But my point is that, the SDE camp had a more activity packed day, and it was just a crazy~ sort of camp.&lt;br /&gt;prefab was more relaxing, and it was those many hours of unplanned activity that brought the group closer.&lt;br /&gt;anws, here's a nice photo.&lt;br /&gt;A jump shot! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sl3u2d1qgzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/zd5DE-2wgB0/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sl3u2d1qgzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/zd5DE-2wgB0/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358701751130817330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i'm using my mom's computer now, and this computer doesn't have picasa, so i can't brighten the picture and make it look nicer before posting. But that doesn't really matter, because usually people don't really look at the photos they are not in right?&lt;br /&gt;So it's okay if the photo doesn't look nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh damn, i think the headache is getting to me and i'm starting to sprout rubbish again.&lt;br /&gt;I've been extra busy lately, because &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OMG MY DRIVING TEST IS NEXT THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt; and i'm trying to rush as many lessons as possible. In fact, i have circuit practise tomorrow, my second circuit practise, and im not exactly looking forward to it, because i screwed my previous circuit lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and my friend told me that he just failed his driving test this morning.&lt;br /&gt;that's not exactly helping me feel better about passing it.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just have to remind myself that somebody i know stalled his car 15 times in 2 hours on the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;that never fails to make me feel better about my driving haha...&lt;br /&gt;and OH MY i have to wake up at an inhumane early hour of 7.30am tomorrow in order to get to school at 9.30am for my medical checkup.&lt;br /&gt;and i joined SDE rag too.&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know what is rag&amp;flag, it's kind of like a mini chingay in NUS, to raise funds for charity (i think). Faculties vs faculties and halls vs halls, and i heard tt the hall rag competition is pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;But once again, that isn't my point.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, i have became incredibly enthusiastic over things like these lately, and omg, i even enjoy orientation camps and making new friends?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my anti-orientation outlook?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not a bad thing though, but sometimes i wonder if i'm changing the way i am again.&lt;br /&gt;i want to meet up with 4i people, i want to meet up with s18 people.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with familiar faces, who i know what to expect of, and who knows what to expect from me.&lt;br /&gt;It's some kind of comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice bumping into marcus yesterday night at jurong point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i'm going on and on from one thing to another.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;i better stop blogging before i say some nonsensical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can meet up with everyone soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1338884953306334626?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1338884953306334626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1338884953306334626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1338884953306334626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1338884953306334626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-typed-couple-of-blog-posts-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sl3u2d1qgzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/zd5DE-2wgB0/s72-c/pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2485297003789870727</id><published>2009-06-29T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:34:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo everybody who has bothered to read the crappy boring entries on this blog!&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I am on unofficial home quarantine right now?&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 5 if i've not recalled wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed how i managed to stay in my room 90% of the time over the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank my family for understanding, vivien for chatting with me in the aftnn, hongjie for playing dumb msn games with me, peter for the messages, and anybody who tolerated my insane behavior during this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i have yet to go insane.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, as much as i want to leave the house, i don't quite feel like leaving either. It's just me being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in case you are wondering why i am under quarantine at home, then you probably:&lt;br /&gt;1. Didn't know i'm going to be an architecture student at NUS.&lt;br /&gt;2. Didn't know i was at SDE camp 5 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;3. Didn't read the straits times page 8 about 5 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't really care because you just came upon my blog by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the SDE camp about a week ago in NUS, and turns out there there was 2 confirmed H1N1 cases, and i think the number is increasing. But thank goodness, i don't think it has affected anyone in my OG, so i guess i'm pretty much safe so far.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i am.&lt;br /&gt;I guess no one reall thinks this really matters, until it actually hits you.&lt;br /&gt;The camp was supposed to last 4days and 3nights, and day 3 was suppose to be the awesome sentosa day. The whole camp ended staying inside our hostel room for almost 12 hours on the third day, and i returned home that night because my dad could fetch me home.&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason or another, i'm signing up for another camp again.&lt;br /&gt;and there goes another 40bucks, along with the 50bucks i paid for the SDE camp. And it's quite scary, in a sense that most of the people i'll meet in this camp is highly likely to have gone to the SDE camp too.&lt;br /&gt;As though my timtable isn't messed up enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running short of time to have another 15 more driving lessons, have to keep pushing back my NUS medical examination date, have to keep changing the time and dates for my tuition (which means i have yet to get the pay i was suppose to receive 2 weeks ago), and messing up my weekly japanese classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes extra fast and i see my remaining holidays just flying by.&lt;br /&gt;one more month to go before school starts..&lt;br /&gt;strange how being in the midst of this H1N1 mess suddenly makes me feel so paranoid about mingling with the crowd outside now. I guess it has finally occurred to me that I cannot be so lucky all the time.&lt;br /&gt;If you see me using dettol hand sanitizer out there, please don't give me a strange look and understand my paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i have really ran out of things to say already.&lt;br /&gt;if you're still not scared of me, you can still ask me out for a meeting, before school starts and my social life officially dies out.&lt;br /&gt;just to make this entry a little less dull, here's shaun the sheep and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SkiYj_RBxlI/AAAAAAAAAqg/btUhnlLRv_s/s1600-h/shaunthesheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SkiYj_RBxlI/AAAAAAAAAqg/btUhnlLRv_s/s320/shaunthesheep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352695901175531090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shaun the sheep is not inside ):&lt;br /&gt;but his friends are cute.&lt;br /&gt;okay then, i shall go facebook my time away again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2485297003789870727?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2485297003789870727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2485297003789870727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2485297003789870727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2485297003789870727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/06/hallo-everybody-who-has-bothered-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SkiYj_RBxlI/AAAAAAAAAqg/btUhnlLRv_s/s72-c/shaunthesheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-5835715915723542543</id><published>2009-06-20T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:45:45.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been waking up early pretty often lately.&lt;br /&gt;Japanese classes on sunday morning has begun, my tuition has yet to be transferred so sundays are early days too, brunch with yv and marc = wake up early, driving lesson = wake up early, plus last week's SDE admission day.&lt;br /&gt;those are my early days.&lt;br /&gt;I did quite a bundle of fun stuff too, including collecting my certs from nj and taking a walk in NUS with mel and mg, and going out with my sister to bugis to check out iluma.&lt;br /&gt;let me talk about admission day.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really weird day.&lt;br /&gt;I went there, and realised that i didn't recognise anybody.&lt;br /&gt;and what surprised me even more, is that it feels like a ton of people there came with other people. they came, sat down and talked with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;even this girl i spotted sitting alone waved to this other friend who came with her other own group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;and because i didn't have anyone to talk to, i felt kind of lost, especially when the talks were finally over, and everyone was exiting the LT to sign up and pay for the camps. I didn't know who to ask about the camps, didn't have anyone to look stupid doing stupid things with me, to help make me make a decision and yada yada all that stuff you do when you attend a gathering full of strangers and have a friend by your side.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;time to make more friends who will see me through my university days right?&lt;br /&gt;i just don't like the bit about making new friends out of strangers. in other words, i'm a pretty anti-social person. i don't exactly like orientation camps.&lt;br /&gt;my camp begins on monday, and will last till thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i survive haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright enough of my anti-orientation-camps talk.&lt;br /&gt;i shall talk about driving now.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i actually quite enjoyed my last driving lesson, which was yesterday! From what i recall, i don't remember my instructor grabbing the wheel as often (which is VERY often usually) and he wasn't constantly telling me instructions too, which means that i'm not making as many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not any where near being a good driver yet, but i guess improvement is a big cheerup, and makes me feel a little more confident.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i'll pass my driving test in july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i shall rant about tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PAYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;the mother of the p6 girl wasn't at home when i was leaving the house, so i didn't get my $105 today. and i'm already running low on cash.&lt;br /&gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;sad. i should be feeling slightly more rich, and happier today, but seems like i've got to wait till next friday.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so life shouldn't revolve around money.&lt;br /&gt;but i DO NEED IT to pay for my driving lessons and food and transport and new clothes to wear to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough tiny little grey words on a bright background.&lt;br /&gt;once last thing, i finally got around to baking a cake with my sister the other day.&lt;br /&gt;this was before baking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SjzZTRK7i8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6Lp7Zm5s6p0/s1600-h/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SjzZTRK7i8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6Lp7Zm5s6p0/s320/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349389382459296706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank goodness, the colour changed after baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Red Velvet Cake (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SjzZTrAPRFI/AAAAAAAAAqY/KLHQohBodUk/s1600-h/IMG_0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SjzZTrAPRFI/AAAAAAAAAqY/KLHQohBodUk/s320/IMG_0928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349389389393773650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-5835715915723542543?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/5835715915723542543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=5835715915723542543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5835715915723542543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5835715915723542543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-2-weeks-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SjzZTRK7i8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6Lp7Zm5s6p0/s72-c/IMG_0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2098375830044757214</id><published>2009-06-06T15:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:21:57.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yay i'm updating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i have seemingly disappeared for almost 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Haha it's been really quite some time since i blogged, that i don't quite know what or how to type out my entries all of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to write alot about my holiday to korea, because I took about 1000 words in my journal to sum up those 7 days and 7 nights i spent there.&lt;br /&gt;i posted photos online on facebook, for at least jeju bit of the holiday. Facebook refuses to let me upload my other half of my adventure in seoul ):&lt;br /&gt;i went to places like the usual tourist spots in jejudo, because we signed up with a tour group. I really wanted to go hyeopjae beach though, but it's too far and too expensive to get there by taxi after the group tour ended in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the extended 2 nights in seoul, where my sister and i went about seoul on our own. we already knew the subway system pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;visited the shopping districts, and i especially LOVE myeong dong! :D&lt;br /&gt;also visited an aquarium at COEX. Bought some clothes and some stuff from The Face Shop, Skin Food and the other many cosmetics shops there.&lt;br /&gt;OMG the amount of freebies given.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in singapore seems like quite a bore now &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay, some photos here (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha alot of shots taken with my sister. here's two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SioeERlcsAI/AAAAAAAAApI/BSEAPL-FTEM/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SioeERlcsAI/AAAAAAAAApI/BSEAPL-FTEM/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344116966617296898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SioeEtGGqoI/AAAAAAAAApY/ChdNcA5B6to/s1600-h/IMG_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SioeEtGGqoI/AAAAAAAAApY/ChdNcA5B6to/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344116974002023042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their english :D&lt;br /&gt;If i'm not wrong, they had "stairs carefulness" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiofbxmPEnI/AAAAAAAAApo/BgJVUthqHt0/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiofbxmPEnI/AAAAAAAAApo/BgJVUthqHt0/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344118469859152498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha how come plants that aren't found or grown locally became non-spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiofblmPqQI/AAAAAAAAApg/O9YoiNR8ykY/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiofblmPqQI/AAAAAAAAApg/O9YoiNR8ykY/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344118466637965570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not step on what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiohbQrjM3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XZ16NUXROCA/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiohbQrjM3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XZ16NUXROCA/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344120660046328690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiofcJeoqHI/AAAAAAAAApw/zDAFxug4RUs/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiofcJeoqHI/AAAAAAAAApw/zDAFxug4RUs/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344118476269725810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, this fastfood place they have there, called lotteria, uses this really simple but smart device. They give it to you after you order your food, and you can ogo find a seat first. When your food's done, they'll buzz you with that, and you can go collect the food! So no more lagging around the counter waiting for your lunch. It's so simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiohblKvuNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FADJO_AsaeA/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SiohblKvuNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FADJO_AsaeA/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344120665545881810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last photo, does anyone know who the guy inside is?&lt;br /&gt;I was at KBS (again) and the security guard there asked us to go over to this window there to take a look, as though we'd be really excited to see someone we know dj-ing inside. haha but i have no idea who he was! Snapped a photo anws haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Siohbwyr93I/AAAAAAAAAqI/MThWH2PXtrg/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Siohbwyr93I/AAAAAAAAAqI/MThWH2PXtrg/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344120668666197874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;identify him if you can and tell me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, that's all i'm blogging about my trip! if you see me sometime soon, i might tell you more about it.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, sorry, i planned to visit dongdaemun (a shopping district) on the last night and find my stationary heaven which i located on my previous trip, and buy new stuff for myself, and souvenirs for everyone, because korea produces cute stationary (think about ARTBOX) and buying them there is wayyy cheaper than when in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;but when i arrived there on the last night in korea, i realised that the stationary shop was no longer there ):&lt;br /&gt;i was so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH and i didn't buy any other things before that for everyone because i thought i can shop all the cute and useful stuff at the stationary heaven!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i didn't get anyone anything ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing:&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for someone who is interested in taking over my &lt;u&gt;tuition job&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a well paying job, neither is it a job that brings you alot of satisfaction (more of frustration actually). I took it to occupy me with something, earn a little bit of money, and to work my brain, and now that i've spent my money in korea, and want to enjoy the last 2 months before school starts (not that i' not enjoying myself now or anything), I'm going to drop the tuition. I probably won't have time when i begin studying again anws.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;u&gt;2 girls&lt;/u&gt;, p5 and p6, teach them together, just go through their homework and assessment books, english, math, science, but mostly i focus only on &lt;u&gt;math&lt;/u&gt; because it's most... practical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;$210 per month, 1.5h per lesson, twice a week&lt;/u&gt;, usually on thursday aftnn and saturday mornings, but it should be pretty flexible.&lt;br /&gt;contact me if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hand this job transfer to the the person organising/handling this tuition thing (jiaxiang's brother) if i don't have any replies by &lt;u&gt;next thursday&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap that's it for this entry then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2098375830044757214?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2098375830044757214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2098375830044757214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2098375830044757214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2098375830044757214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-im-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SioeERlcsAI/AAAAAAAAApI/BSEAPL-FTEM/s72-c/IMG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8912623343044850603</id><published>2009-05-18T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:53:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been another week.&lt;br /&gt;Been a pretty happy week in fact, because of nice things happening. I didn't feel all happy the whole week though, got upset over silly things every now and then, but there's always the happy bits to pick me up (:&lt;br /&gt;I took my FTT on wednesday and i passed! yay, so it's on to extra more driving lessons till my driving test date. gosh, driving lessons are really eating up all my money though. I hope i have enough money till at least when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was POPIAH DAY.&lt;br /&gt;i invited meigui yixin mel over to my house to eat popiah (:&lt;br /&gt;my mom's popiah is nice to eat. In fact, my mom's cooking is really nice to eat! so anws, we ate popiah, and then retreated to my room (i packed it that morning) to talk. we talked alot and laughed alot. We couldn't even stay on one topic long enough to plan a proper outing. Yixin had to leave earlier though, because her friend had some gig (how cool is that) and she was going there to watch her friend sing.&lt;br /&gt;mg and mel stayed about an hour longer.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that it's just so fun to do nothing but talk. (and laugh alot of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was swensen's at holland village day.&lt;br /&gt;met up with yvonne, kahneng and germaine and we ate... swensens! anws, kahneng was tired, because she woke up early in the morning, and so she went home first. Yv germs and i then wandered around alot at holland v trying to find a place to sit and settle down so yv can watch her soccer match. In the end, we ended up standing until finally we found some chairs. then we finally got ourselves a table, and ordered a chocolate martini. I think the people working there hates us haha... we sat there for so long and only ordered one drink!&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, it was a pretty fun night, but not as if there were more people and people who really drink! people like me just don't drink that much because i get drunk quite easily =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, before i went to sleep, i received news that OMG the international fan package which my sister and i contributed to was RECEIVED BY KBS! that package has gifts from singapore, US, taiwan, philippines and malaysia i think. and during the Happy Sunday preview of next week's episode, our package was FEATURED ON TELEVISION. How cool is that! okay, if you're anti-korean or anti-fangirling, you wouldn't know what Happy Sunday is, you wouldn't understand why i'm so excited and you wouldn't care less. haha but it makes me happy anws, so i'll blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;haha... my trip to korea is just one week away only!&lt;br /&gt;excited (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i had driving lessons today anws.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning so i had to wake up early at 830 ):&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty surprised when i got to the petrol kiosk beside BBDC though. I spotted my instructor's car and realised someone was waving to me at the driver's seat. then i looked carefully and realised it was steffi (:&lt;br /&gt;haha haven't seen her in ages.&lt;br /&gt;My driving is still... pretty horrible, but i kind of feel like im improving?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the hang of parking, as bad as it still is, but i realised that i tend to feel worst after the lesson when i dread it, so if i just keep optimistic and try my best, I'd at the very least &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; that i'm doing better. Maybe i really am.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stall the car today after all.&lt;br /&gt;even though i shouldn't be happy over that cause it's already my tenth lesson or something.&lt;br /&gt;must psyche myself to believe i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh some last things to say:&lt;br /&gt;1. does anyone want to mail any bday present to vivien over to autralia? usually it takes 10-12 days to ship something over to australia from singapore, but it took i think more than 2 weeks before vivien's parcel reached me? so i'm thinking of mailing it by the 16th of june. if you have anything to send and would like to share shipping costs with me, tell me asap and please try to prepare it by the 16th june alright (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll be heading to Korea this sunday night and will be back next sunday night, so if any of you want me to buy anything there, tell me asap. you can choose to pass me the money first or when i return. haha im asking because the things from shops like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;skin food&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;faceshop&lt;/span&gt; there are really cheap as there are no shipping costs. and i think the makeup stuff there is also really cheap. don't ask me to buy CDs, buy them from yesasia.com -_- don't worry, if i buy souvenirs, i won't charge you for them haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've typed alot today. I don't mind if you scanned through the entry (i bet you did) but please read my 2 points above!&lt;br /&gt;and to make this a less boring entry with only words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/ShFonU2rOTI/AAAAAAAAApA/WT8DMfLSHrM/s1600-h/oswald4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/ShFonU2rOTI/AAAAAAAAApA/WT8DMfLSHrM/s320/oswald4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337162058232969522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8912623343044850603?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8912623343044850603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8912623343044850603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8912623343044850603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8912623343044850603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-has-been-another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/ShFonU2rOTI/AAAAAAAAApA/WT8DMfLSHrM/s72-c/oswald4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2989642549980959723</id><published>2009-05-10T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:03:45.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo hallo!&lt;br /&gt;I went out on tuesday with meiyan and shitong.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really talked to them much in such a long long time. But it's nice how I found myself fitting in as soon as i sat down next to them in subway where we met.&lt;br /&gt;haha i guess when it comes to maintaining friendships, it only matters whether you want to sustain it or not, because it has been eons since i caught up with them. Also maybe because they are the friends who helped me survive through my secondary 1 and 2 days (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, so anws, we were at fareast shopping and walking around.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally managed to eat at Gelare on a tuesday! :D&lt;br /&gt;which means that waffles are at half price.&lt;br /&gt;i love ice cream and waffles.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to take a photo though. i only remembered when only 3 milky puddles were left on the plate. and that's not exactly a very nice photo to take haha...&lt;br /&gt;then after that we walked over to taka, where we helped meiyan to choose her wallet because she had 40dollars worth of taka vouchers!&lt;br /&gt;then it was dinner at breeks.&lt;br /&gt;this time i only nibbled the edge of the fish and a little of the pasta, when i remembered to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;so might as well post that picture of my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SgaWX5_RTHI/AAAAAAAAAow/0s2QXridbYA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SgaWX5_RTHI/AAAAAAAAAow/0s2QXridbYA/s320/Copy+of+Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334116146114284658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was more walking around at kinokuniya where shitong kept singing her favourite disney tracks. (i didn't say she sounded nice) we realised it was almost 9pm already then so we took a photo together before we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SgaWYL5q1-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/qrrCsDykdw8/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SgaWYL5q1-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/qrrCsDykdw8/s320/Copy+of+Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334116150922631138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice catching up with them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about it, and suddenly i felt as though it's been a real long time since i met up with 4i pple too.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when is the next bday dinner...&lt;br /&gt;i hope this friday's plans do work out too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other things that happened are just mini bits in my life.&lt;br /&gt;yeap so that's all i have to blog for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2989642549980959723?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2989642549980959723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2989642549980959723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2989642549980959723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2989642549980959723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/05/hallo-hallo-i-went-out-on-tuesday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SgaWX5_RTHI/AAAAAAAAAow/0s2QXridbYA/s72-c/Copy+of+Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-7348780500572265271</id><published>2009-04-28T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:19:49.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't blog about mai dang lao gui in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to worry me again.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY the really incredibly stupid swine flu that might very well result in the cancellation of my long awaited trip to korea ):&lt;br /&gt;And then there will be a widespread killing of pigs because humankind have power above all life on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;This really really really sucks ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing to worry about is the letter i'm waiting to receive from NUS about my application. I hope i'll receive it by the end of this week? I guess i should be more optimistic, but it's hard when there were more than 500 people taking the aptitude test last sunday, and everyone made such pretty models that made mine look very... plain and uncreative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, something more cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered Oswald today! i was bored so i began to read the cable magazine, Telescope, and found Oswald who is so incredibly cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sfcl_CU1z8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/TeSwlD3L0uY/s1600-h/oswald2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sfcl_CU1z8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/TeSwlD3L0uY/s320/oswald2+edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329770448902541250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his pet dog is called Weenie. Like... a hot dog. &lt;br /&gt;Oswald reminds me of curious george, simply because he looks so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days, i became a relief teacher and helped serene handle her students while she was on holiday to korea. Before i took the job, i always considered a job there really good, because the pay is 22bucks per hour after all! but then when i actually took the class, i realised that the pay is good, because the work the teachers do there is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the students &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just won't listen&lt;/span&gt;. I guess if you're a primary 5 or 6 kid, and you're stuck in a class after school with a bunch of friends, you'll go crazy and try to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;but it really isn't funny for the teacher -.-&lt;br /&gt;okay, but i guess i didn't blow my top too much, because i was thinking ohh this hour will earn me 22bucks. and also, that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll never see them again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so who really cares if they don't pay attention and don't do their work, squirt water at each other, refuse to sit on their chairs and keep singing in class.&lt;br /&gt;but gosh, they're only at most 12 years old and already know and probably say F***.&lt;br /&gt;what really amused me alot though, is their teasing of who-love-who. I guess when you're in primary school, you barely know much about how relationships work. I mean, after all, it's not like most of us are any less clueless now about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anws, i was told by serene to give them work to do, and before i returned her all the worksheets earlier today, i sieved through them and found some amusing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SfcpZxHzjeI/AAAAAAAAAoo/64yhjuuegQ8/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SfcpZxHzjeI/AAAAAAAAAoo/64yhjuuegQ8/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329774206675815906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SfcpY8wnMnI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/IfSJrSod_RQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SfcpY8wnMnI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/IfSJrSod_RQ/s320/Copy+of+Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329774192619893362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the first place, they misread the question. they saw the word "prey" and assumed the question was asking them to detect the "prey".&lt;br /&gt;and their explanation, means that lions are prey because they are fat and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;plumpy&lt;/span&gt;. plumpy is such a cute word. i guess i can deduce that the lion is tasty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;okay this one isn't so funny, but seriously, the sentence is just...&lt;br /&gt;odd haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SfcpZlz75nI/AAAAAAAAAog/1-ML9LB-Ohs/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SfcpZlz75nI/AAAAAAAAAog/1-ML9LB-Ohs/s320/Copy+of+Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329774203639686770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this student's concept of pressure is completely wrong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SfcpZJfMajI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rCefenrVhH8/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SfcpZJfMajI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rCefenrVhH8/s320/Copy+of+Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329774196036495922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's one of the only perks of being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;the really funny answers students give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay, that's pretty much all i have to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i really don't feel like going for my driving lesson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to FTT and i haven't begun my mugging yet too! i haven't even seen the book yet because my sister has not yet passed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now all i hope is for the best, that swine flu does not spread to singapore, korea, china and australia.&lt;br /&gt;even though there are already suspected cases in korea and australia ):&lt;br /&gt;my dad's in china now and vivien is in australia.&lt;br /&gt;and my HOLIDAY and my HOME, i want things to be safe for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;stupid humankind and our vulnerability to diseases.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-7348780500572265271?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/7348780500572265271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=7348780500572265271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7348780500572265271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7348780500572265271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-no-i-didnt-blog-about-mai-dang-lao.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sfcl_CU1z8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/TeSwlD3L0uY/s72-c/oswald2+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1537340327563384246</id><published>2009-04-16T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:54:46.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay a bundle of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;haha Firstly, a big thank you for the presents i received for my bday, and the nice dinner i had on monday night :D it's always nice hanging out and catching up! what a waste we didn't have any cameras though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, YAY i got my new handphone! (FINALLY after almost 4 years) haha nokia 5800, the touchscreen one. I guess some people might think it sucks, because after all, it's a nokia handphone, but well, it's just a very "me" kind of choice. and i like the way it looks anws (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, WHOOHOOOO! i received an email from NUS SDE finally! :D&lt;br /&gt;haha well it's for the scheduled interview to be held on the 26th April. Kind of scary actually, because i really can't flop this. i hope all goes well though, and i hope it isn't hard or scary... im worried about being able to wake up on time too, the test so early at like... 9.30am or something. which means i need to get up at 8am maybe. who wake up at such an unearthly hour -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i don't have that much to say after all haha...&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i'm having my japanese test, which i have a growing suspicion i'm going to fail because i have barely studied during the past 2 weeks. 2 weeks to study! and all i have been doing is AVOIDING that stack of notes to revise haha... a written test is manageable, but i hope i don't say stupid things during the oral test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well 3 driving lessons so far, i hope im at least improving a little, and am able to handle things like changing-gear+staying-on-road-markings and things like how to NOT stall the engine, and turning around the corner, which because as near as i am to the wheel, im still unable to see the front of the car, i have to turn on instinct instead, but i suppose it's not a bad thing altogether if i can get used to it and handle it confidently. i wonder if that day will ever come haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just typed alot of random and not-very-interesting things. did you really read everything word for word?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1537340327563384246?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1537340327563384246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1537340327563384246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1537340327563384246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1537340327563384246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-bundle-of-things-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1876719331218017368</id><published>2009-04-10T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:34:32.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today...&lt;br /&gt;was fun towards the end of the night (:&lt;br /&gt;i gave tuition in the afternoon. i have this feeling the 2 girls find me very blur. i hope they don't say i'm a lousy teacher behind my back and therefore, resulting in me getting fired after a few tuition lessons.&lt;br /&gt;i guess im kind of a bad teacher. does anyone remember me teaching them anything before? usually in class, i end up getting confused when i say things out, and erm... confuse the people i'm exlaining to.&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anws, i left the hosue real late, at like 6.30pm, and i was suppose to be at newton by 7pm! plus, there was a jam on the way along the expressway.&lt;br /&gt;but i ended up reaching there 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;met marcus and jiaxiang, followed by hongjie, mg and mel. then we met yixin directly at Decoder's Cafe, and jiaming, soonkiat and yixuan came after that (:&lt;br /&gt;anws, the food was alright, but it was fun playing games there.&lt;br /&gt;after i returned from the toilet with meigui, there was a cake!&lt;br /&gt;haha at first i didn't see it, because... jiaming's head (even aft shaving in ns) was blocking my view from the cake when i first returned. when i saw it, it had a rabbit on it! haha oh no even till now i'm still bugs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4rtgKBTuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BIE_21dDNxY/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4rtgKBTuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BIE_21dDNxY/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739870324575970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake had this crunchy biscuit layer in the middle :D&lt;br /&gt;anws, the funny part was when i opened my present.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE PRESENT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4rt0QzMmI/AAAAAAAAAng/6uzFFRSLrc0/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4rt0QzMmI/AAAAAAAAAng/6uzFFRSLrc0/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739875721720418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't stop laughing when i saw what was inside the bag.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i laughed so hard i began to tear! i shan't show those unglam photos here.&lt;br /&gt;yay so cute! (the stufftoy haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4ruPMAIwI/AAAAAAAAAno/Jrk26Yy3C1U/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4ruPMAIwI/AAAAAAAAAno/Jrk26Yy3C1U/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739882949354242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, the funny part is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4vjdizwXI/AAAAAAAAAnw/FD-KuNv8I54/s1600-h/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4vjdizwXI/AAAAAAAAAnw/FD-KuNv8I54/s320/IMG_1157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744095871058290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one month ago, my sister came home from her bday dinner with her friends. with the one on the left and middle.&lt;br /&gt;a month later, earlier today, i received the one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;haha... but they are all so cute together (:&lt;br /&gt;and yea, when i looked through the photos on the bus, i realised someone took a photo of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4vjp7A0LI/AAAAAAAAAn4/8DPFBLR1QPc/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4vjp7A0LI/AAAAAAAAAn4/8DPFBLR1QPc/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744099193802930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha don't know took that photo! but it's cute and melissa red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played this hilarious game. it was hilarious because of the sounds we made along the game. like "baa baa white sheep", "ku gua gua ku gua gua" and "majulah singapura". and the screaming of "GRUNT GRUNT" because some of us COULDN'T make the grunting sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we played the dinosaur bone game, which i'm no longer losing like i did in settler's a few years ago haha... and then time was up and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;meigui left a little earlier, and we didn't manage to take a proper group photo =/&lt;br /&gt;must take more photos next time.&lt;br /&gt;group picture! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4vjj9603I/AAAAAAAAAoA/SfFo7vkxH3k/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4vjj9603I/AAAAAAAAAoA/SfFo7vkxH3k/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744097595380594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;after so long, i finally have quite some photos, so i'm blogging now instead of waiting for tomorrow haha...&lt;br /&gt;well, most of the guys are already in ns, and many going in in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;take care everyone :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i don't really know who actually reads this haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's really all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1876719331218017368?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1876719331218017368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1876719331218017368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1876719331218017368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1876719331218017368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Sd4rtgKBTuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/BIE_21dDNxY/s72-c/IMG_1132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-5475066164809039480</id><published>2009-04-08T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:33:57.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH i have no pictures again.&lt;br /&gt;my blog posts are looking extremely non-colouful ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anws, i went out yesterday for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;with yvonne, wenling, kahneng, germs, wil, jx and glen. ate at a japanese restaurant. I loved the chawanmushi :D it was so cute, cooked within a big onion, and tasted extra... tasty!&lt;br /&gt;anws, it was beginning to get late, and i shared a drink with yvonne, before deciding to watch a movie. yv, kn and germs went back first cause they either watched the movie before, have work tomorrow, or had other matters to attend to. ended up watching "Confessions of a Shopaholic", which was a pretty cute sort of show. haha if life was that simple, i'd shop all day, whatever i say would benefit me in some way or another, and my prince charming will find his way to me. ahh don't we all wish for our own fairytale movie?&lt;br /&gt;anws, by the time the movie ended, it was 5 minutes to midnight! my parents picked me up, so i ended up sending glen, jx and wl home, while wil walked home because it wasn't far.&lt;br /&gt;i'm amused with jx.&lt;br /&gt;1. i can't stand his hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. omg he's no longer as annoying!! must be due to his girlfriend haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, looks like almost all the guys are going in soon.&lt;br /&gt;haha meetings won't be as noisy anymore with lesser people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, my tuition starts tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;hope i don't screw it up =/ haha it won't be good to get fired on the first lesson, but at least jiaxiang will be there for the first lesson to give me an idea of how things are going to go. how greedy can i get, i have yet to begin the first lesson, BUT, i'm already thinking about collecting my pay haha...&lt;br /&gt;right now though, i was thinking about how i'll probably be expected to commit to the tuition till at least the end of the year, but as i thought about it, i realised that i'm going to be really busy when university begins ): i hope i'll be able to cope, and maybe i can afford to pay at least a chunk of a new laptop that i wish to have :D&lt;br /&gt;OR... i could also spend all my money when i go korea, like buying things i want but don't need like a BANC hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;i find it amazing when heard that zixin bought her new phone with money she made herself (did i get this story right?), maybe i should treat myself to something nice too.&lt;br /&gt;than again, what the hell am i saying when i have yet to begin the first lesson -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, just a short random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-5475066164809039480?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/5475066164809039480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=5475066164809039480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5475066164809039480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5475066164809039480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhh-i-have-no-pictures-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3151789535184890662</id><published>2009-04-05T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:28:50.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Driving away from the wreck of the day &lt;br /&gt;And the light's always red in the rear view&lt;br /&gt;Desperately close to a coffin of hope&lt;br /&gt;I'd cheat destiny just to be near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a pretty song.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like taking journeys on the bus alone sometimes, just listening to music, thinking about things, or not thinking about anything in particular.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i left the house past 12nn, and i boarded bus 700.&lt;br /&gt;and aft a phonecall or two, i ended up getting off the bus at the first stop after the expressway ends, crossed the overhead bridge, and waited for 700 to bring me home. by the time i stepped into my house, it was past 1pm. i traveled for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;i came home, read my book, and left the house again at past 3, took the same bus service 700 and headed to town.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like i'm really bored right?&lt;br /&gt;the marina barrage plans were changed to movie plans instead, due to a confusion of timing and lack of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;ended up watching the shinjuku incident movie. it was a pretty good movie. sad, but it was pretty good. anws, before that, we (me, marc, jiaxiang, yixin, mel) played rounds of photohunt, ate tasty yixin-home-made pasta and ate icecream too.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, it was already past 9pm, so we decided to go home. and because it was a saturday, we all walked to plaza singapura to ensure we get seats on the buses we were taking home.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that when my bus reached the taka/cine bus stop, there were still a couple of seats left.&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up walking all the way to plaza sing for nothing haha...&lt;br /&gt;but i guess the walk was fun, still.&lt;br /&gt;anws, here's a picture of marcus going crazy after listening to Sorry Sorry by Super Junior on mel's hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SdhLBdAUobI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QF0ZfkqxBjU/s1600-h/IMG_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SdhLBdAUobI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QF0ZfkqxBjU/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321085448076173746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the only picture i managed to take with my camera, because i brought it out when it had a flat batt ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... it's strange how i have really boring days, and then suddenly a packed week.&lt;br /&gt;dinner on tuesday, and hopefully a picnic on thurs?&lt;br /&gt;but now i have to give tuition on thurs ):&lt;br /&gt;oh no i feel so sad about it. i don't like working.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, for the sake of extra under-paid cash.&lt;br /&gt;): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;then driving lesson on friday.&lt;br /&gt;oh and not forgetting i need to mug for my japanese test which will be conducted next week, because if i don't pass it, i won't be able to move on to take "elementary 2" lessons! and i'll end up only being able to read hiragana.&lt;br /&gt;there's even an oral test!&lt;br /&gt;then there's tuition again and family dinner on saturday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so it's not a very packed week.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'm just too used to not having anything to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though i'm spending my holiday all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;there's something missing, and now i'm giving tuition, eating up my precious thursday afternoons and my precious saturday morning sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to regret the way i spent my last carefree holiday i'll ever get till retirement.&lt;br /&gt;what went wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3151789535184890662?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/3151789535184890662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=3151789535184890662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3151789535184890662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3151789535184890662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-away-from-wreck-of-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SdhLBdAUobI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QF0ZfkqxBjU/s72-c/IMG_1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-4815614984764883394</id><published>2009-03-30T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:39:33.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the perfect skin i would like.&lt;br /&gt;But then, when was anything ever perfect? Especially for someone as picky as me.&lt;br /&gt;i found 2 blogskins that i liked alot. And i ended up using this. maybe i'll use the other next time. Unless someone i know finds that skin first and beat me to it. then again. no one has the same taste. in other words, i have pretty weird taste.&lt;br /&gt;I would have preferred a skin where everything is on the same page. No tags you have to click just to read the entries, or check for tags, or read my profile (and i have no idea why anyone would actually). i would prefer a skin where my details can be seen on the right of the entries. but no matter how i tried messing around with the html for hours, i still can't get it the way i want. so oh wells. Life is about compromise anws.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the font isn't too small.&lt;br /&gt;i like cookie monster and i like elmer. but im not a fan of elmo. If you look close enough, u'll realise that there's an elmo in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;i love the colours enough to like that elmo though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been blogging for some time.&lt;br /&gt;More about my life... well, i have passed my driving basic theory test, and found myself a driving instructor, and have safely emerged as one piece after my first driving lesson on the road.&lt;br /&gt;yea, it's pretty fun (:&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't get how im suppose to focus on so many things.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just have to find some way if i wanna get my license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life hasn't been very interesting other than that. But i quite like life like this, with nothing to do. it gets me thinking. it's kind of like a dream sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;the most productive day of the week will be friday, where i have my japanese class, and currently my driving classes too. wednesday is a favourite day of my week, where my favourite show is on air, and subbed. and everyday is a holiday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with huiqi, kahneng, and the birthday girl zixin yesterday at vivocity (:&lt;br /&gt;i hope zx had a good birthday.after all she got signatures from Fahrenheit. I don't see what so great about them actually -.- and there's that guy who looks like an alien in the group. i can never rmb his name. Oh no, i hope i don't get murdered by their fans :(&lt;br /&gt;okay, but point is, that i had a pretty good time yesterday, even the hour long wait at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sushi Tei&lt;/span&gt;, which probably annoyed the people working there haha... exchanged news and chatted and discussed random things. it was nice, even though it was just us 4 and zx's new stufftoy friend called kon.&lt;br /&gt;i began to have a headache though, and by the time i was alone on the LRT home, i felt really sick and uncomfortable. I always feel sick when i have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;But home makes it all better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be turning 19 years old in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how i would like to celebrate my bday this year.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what i would like to have for my bday.&lt;br /&gt;A long list of things i don't need, and don't quite want actually.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if i even felt like celebrating my bday, because i had quite a horrible bday last year. the celebration was fun, but the day itself was pretty bitter.&lt;br /&gt;i never ever celebrated my bday with friends on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;Bday is family day for me.&lt;br /&gt;i always make the same wishes when i blow out my candles on my bday cake.&lt;br /&gt;I love bday cakes, especially when they are handmade by my sister.&lt;br /&gt;i love surprises too. Pleasant ones of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i even saying all this.&lt;br /&gt;*hint* *hint*&lt;br /&gt;okay not really, i just typed randomly, and it seems such a waste to delete them now that i've already typed them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this entry long enough to make me feel as though like i've done something today, other than stare at the computer screen watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; and surfing/editing blogskins?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my finger trying to do some gardening earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-4815614984764883394?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/4815614984764883394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=4815614984764883394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4815614984764883394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4815614984764883394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1506830108131779955</id><published>2009-03-12T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:49:52.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it's time i changed my blogskin again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something less chirpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start baking again.&lt;br /&gt;Baking makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;If the product is good.&lt;br /&gt;Well my sister's bday is coming soon, maybe i can make something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i have no idea what to blog. I just felt like blogging something. But it doesn't make sense, because i don't know what that something is.&lt;br /&gt;These days, i wonder why i come online.&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much to do. And it makes me wish vivien gets her internet connection as soon as she can so i can talk to her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i went to school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;wuahahaha to laugh at the juniors.&lt;br /&gt;okay seriously, i went there to change the error on my testimonial. I never realised that the admin lady at the desk was so friendly before. I didn't realise it until i showed her the error on my testimonial and she kept laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;My testimonial said that i was very CLAM in stressful situations, or somewhere along that line. So what, my hands go clammy, or im like a clam, an oyster or something on the seabed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being a clam isn't a bad thing. You just sit there and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home, the bus driver suddenly stopped right in front of a petrol kiosk. and said loudly that he was going to use the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Like what are the chances of that!&lt;br /&gt;It's the second time i witnessed the same thing, in front of the exact same petrol kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same driver and same bus number too haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel very annoyed with the fact that my japanese class is on friday nights. It's starting to deprive me of things like playing more pictionary, or going for a drink with people. If i didn't have a lesson tmr night, i would ask pple over my place to drink already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, perhaps i'll never be able to understand how some other people feel, because i'm not in the same situation. And you know what, that's totally right. Even if i say "i understand", it's a complete lie.&lt;br /&gt;Is there suddenly no topic in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a odd-bored mood now.&lt;br /&gt;I bet i'm gonna regret blogging this at a later hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1506830108131779955?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1506830108131779955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1506830108131779955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1506830108131779955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1506830108131779955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-its-time-i-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-5101772043945950341</id><published>2009-03-03T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:49:07.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are some days when you get the fright of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least one of the many, yet few, frights of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It's when you appreciate how things didn't get any worst, because it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;It's also when you appreciate family and friends who were there at the moment to take control of things or to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also many, many, many days when you spend your time partially anticipating a moment, partially dreading for it's arrival. It's kind of like doomsday approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well saturday was pretty fun at njc road run.&lt;br /&gt;There was a small group of us.&lt;br /&gt;meigui, melissa, marcus, siyuan, felix and yixuan.&lt;br /&gt;Although we didn't do much, and some of us came and went, we still enjoyed chatting, playing cards and thinking of new and really retarded jokes like "show me your hand". ate at thai express. junction 8 was flooded with people that day, as though every school in the nation was having their flag day or road run or something. After eating, we ended up hogging the table for sometime while we decided what to do next. too bad we all couldn't rot tgt, rotting tgt is fun too haha... but people had things on. like... acupuncture? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there are only a few days left to doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary because i'm basically hoping for something that seems impossible. after all, when was the last time i passed my chemistry or physics. when was the last time i got a good and pleasing grade for any subject.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when did i ever score anything that is presentable on a certificate?&lt;br /&gt;There's this horrible sinking feeling whenever i think about the horrible scripts i handed up to the invigilators. Not that i remember much of what i wrote. (which goes to show how much i really learnt in the past 2 years) i can't believe i sat for so many papers in such a horribly unprepared manner.&lt;br /&gt;what would be a good grade?&lt;br /&gt;is getting Bs and Cs good? Is passing good? They all seem good to me, but really, good grades only refer to triple As and such right?&lt;br /&gt;i hope that when i receive my results, i'll have a pleasant surprise to see a really beautiful cert marked with at least an A. I would love to see grades such as AABBC or whatever looks pretty. perhaps i've been conditioned to belief that things will go alright, because after all, my life has been pretty well, and 2 major exams have gone by with pleasant results. why would the 3rd not be?&lt;br /&gt;well because i screwed it, and in a manner whereby others might not have.&lt;br /&gt;there's that stupid bell curve, that may work in my favor, or simply screw up whatever good was suppose to lie ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've told quite a few people that i would most likely cry when i get my results, good or bad. But the more i think about it, the more i feel that i might not cry. hey, why would i cry, when i can't tell what a good or bad result is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember calling my parents in tears when i received my O level results to tell them the good news. I didn't think much then, what i should do if things didn't go the way i want it to be. Now that i'm thinking about it, would i still make the phonecall? would i go home first? would i send an sms to avoid talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose things may not go as badly as i think it to be. But that's the very sentence i'm afraid to tell myself. After all, false hopes may set me back even further.&lt;br /&gt;ahh damn.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop writing so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose i can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh the fear descends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-5101772043945950341?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/5101772043945950341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=5101772043945950341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5101772043945950341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5101772043945950341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-are-some-days-when-you-get-fright.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1301325395921993025</id><published>2009-02-23T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:41:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm typing this entry in my dad's office.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch hour just ended, but my aunt hasn't found anything for me to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;I find that slacking my days away like this is the ideal way of living a life. You get money for the little things you do. But life isn't that simple, and of course, the amount of money i'm getting right now, is for my university funding (which i always emphasize, much to the annoyance of some people perhaps, that i may not even be able to enter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photocopying a document my aunt asked me to]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can get a job out there right now, i guess i'm going to take it.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary because i won't be able to slack my days away again, and a mistake may be more deadly than ever, like answering questions wrongly in any A level paper.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has begun to speculate when the results will be out. this week? or next week? Either way, they both spell doom to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end up crying and going home after taking my results.&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, serene and I, during our japanese class, already decided between ourselves, to not ask each other about our results or talk about it when we meet each other again in the night after the collection of our results for another japanese lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[typed out a Purchase Order and printed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been very happy lately. Probably due to a couple of reasons, like vivien leaving Singapore for 6months, or perhaps the arrival of doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to see vivien off after all, because i'll be having Japanese language classes at the time of her flight. so perhaps i'll try to meet her at an earlier hour or earlier date.&lt;br /&gt;My sister has friends who are studying there too, so she'll be heading there with a couple of friends for a holiday. I guess i won't be able to head there and even if i do, i probably won't be in adelaide. Porbably won't be able to meet vivien there, although it will be pretty fun to be able to do so (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i can look forward to my possible shopping trip to bangkok with my family! I've been craving shopping lately. and not to forget the korea trip with my sister again, which is currently in planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow it's raining heavily again, for the thrid day in a row.&lt;br /&gt;rain is nice, especially when you're under shelther, where it's nice and cold, yet also warm. that doesn't make sense but you might get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;I like the colour of the sky when it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watercolour of a rainy day~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1301325395921993025?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1301325395921993025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1301325395921993025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1301325395921993025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1301325395921993025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-typing-this-entry-in-my-dads-office.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-30582134072817800</id><published>2009-02-16T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:51:53.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been blogging for some time.&lt;br /&gt;I've been lazy, otherwise, there wasn't much reason to blog about every detail anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i finally registered for my basic theory test for driving. Hopefully i'll be able to pass it and begin my practical lessons (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna need all the time i can possibly have in order to master the art of not knocking anything (or anyone) down. I decided to try learning manual rather than auto, because i felt like it's something i want to challenge myself with. I hope i don't regret it after one lesson!&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been much to do lately.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't suppose to go to work today, but when i work up, it was 11am and my dad was still at home, because he was at the flyer all night, before midnight till 6am in the morning. and so i went to work. (whether i turn up for work, depends heavily on whether my dad can fetch me there haha) turned out i reached the office at 12noon, when everyone was heading out for lunch, so my aunt and uncle brought me out to eat and it wasn't until 2pm when i actually began work for the day -.-&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty productive though. I don't just slack off at the office as you might think haha. checked payslips and all that random jobs to save my aunt time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just received a message from vivien.&lt;br /&gt;she's flying off to Australia on the 6th of march.&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, let's send her off okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, it's hard to believe, but results day is probably coming really soon.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to know that it can be anytime soon, yet it's just as scary to not hear any news about it. One night when i was already in bed, i found myself panicking for some time, when i began to think about collecting my results.&lt;br /&gt;haha... i like pretending that all this isn't happening sometimes. It's nice to feel like there isn't anything to worry over. Not my grades, not my future and all that random rubbish. Who ever said life wasn't about grades and money? Perhaps it's true, but it does increase your chance of survival, being happy, and being successful by ten fold. you can't fully deny that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing much to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;kind of feel like taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-30582134072817800?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/30582134072817800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=30582134072817800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/30582134072817800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/30582134072817800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-been-blogging-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-476300453728855894</id><published>2009-01-26T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:08:03.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick post (:&lt;br /&gt;it's cny!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit relatives as usual and also to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all know that the Singapore Flyer was open today? :D&lt;br /&gt;my dad's company helped to fix the second backup system onto the Flyer, and there was some last meeting today, so my dad brought me and my sis along, since we were in the middle of visiting our relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for our dad who was at the meeting, my sis and i discovered...&lt;br /&gt;orang utans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3NAIHxfxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/bldjDPAsytc/s1600-h/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3NAIHxfxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/bldjDPAsytc/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295614138921352978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had a free ride up the Flyer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3OCVvHFLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/f51ts5xKwSg/s1600-h/IMG_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3OCVvHFLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/f51ts5xKwSg/s320/IMG_0787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295615276447372466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking downwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3OCiijPcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/6svEJd0byBY/s1600-h/IMG_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3OCiijPcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/6svEJd0byBY/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295615279884352962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3PuHGOU8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/rT12eXzu-7g/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3PuHGOU8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/rT12eXzu-7g/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295617127943656386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3PvTtqgQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kaewoOzIddA/s1600-h/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3PvTtqgQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kaewoOzIddA/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295617148510175490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the windows were pretty dirty -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3PvLQHiAI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vCntdEi85kQ/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3PvLQHiAI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vCntdEi85kQ/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295617146238765058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad in red being interviewed by the girl in grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3RbFUKU3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Hylcm8ybMrM/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3RbFUKU3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Hylcm8ybMrM/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619000070984562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the IR is complete! haha okay, obviously im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3RbYgq-gI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wg8-AuZIO1k/s1600-h/IMG_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3RbYgq-gI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wg8-AuZIO1k/s320/IMG_0823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619005223729666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we left the Flyer to continue our visits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3Rbk-XmnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/aSMQZ4qkov4/s1600-h/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3Rbk-XmnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/aSMQZ4qkov4/s320/IMG_0824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619008569514610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all. Just wanted to post pictures of the Singapore Flyer (:&lt;br /&gt;have a happy chinese new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-476300453728855894?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/476300453728855894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=476300453728855894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/476300453728855894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/476300453728855894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-quick-post-its-cny-happy-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SX3NAIHxfxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/bldjDPAsytc/s72-c/IMG_0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-7060094388288302453</id><published>2009-01-17T13:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:18:51.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been... highly fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;News that make me sad, news that amuses me. Many people probably think that i'm a slacker and that i'm wasting time and so on. But i don't see anything wrong with not getting a job. Because i'm the sort who loves to enjoy my life. I like having nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had days where you lie down on your bed, and wonder what's there to do? it feels so good to live life slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was when i realised how strong the winds have been getting lately. some people may not like the string winds very much, but i love the weather as it is right now. i hear the wind forcing it's way through the cracks at the windows. When was the last time i heard that?&lt;br /&gt;so anws, on monday, I went to the marina barrage with yv, kn and wil. basically, we did nothing the whole day. i suppose the most constructive things we managed to achieve was to untangle a mass of string. but it was still really fun. like lying on a mat on the grass to gaze at the stars. like flying the kites in the strong wind. like playing the guitar and letting the wind carry it's tune. and like watching the sky turn dark.&lt;br /&gt;pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFymNRTKoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gzJ1XewsgO4/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFymNRTKoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gzJ1XewsgO4/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292137037859859074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untangling string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFzwaPlzRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/lnVG_5hkHFY/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFzwaPlzRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/lnVG_5hkHFY/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292138312652672274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFzwy_DdPI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/u4JQJlCVKjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFzwy_DdPI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/u4JQJlCVKjQ/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292138319294199026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who this pair of feet and shoes belong to (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFzxDqtQOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ITqhneJ19mU/s1600-h/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFzxDqtQOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ITqhneJ19mU/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292138323772260578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still untangling string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF01tUYMxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/V-0KlHVG1Kw/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF01tUYMxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/V-0KlHVG1Kw/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292139503183999762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF01xLY29I/AAAAAAAAAlo/wDDVB1jn9H8/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF01xLY29I/AAAAAAAAAlo/wDDVB1jn9H8/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292139504220036050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally went to sign up for japanese classes on thursday with serene (:&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't turn into an ahma like her. maybe she'll begin to like me more than her current favourite granddaughter, mel, and i'll be able to obtain all her wealth in the distant future. then i'll use this wealth to take up korean lessons too! haha if only...&lt;br /&gt;well anws, now that i've signed up for japanese classes, it's time i spend even more money by signing up for driving classes and baking classes maybe. Anyone know any good private driving instructors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week is slowly coming to an end. yesterday, a friday, i went out to westmall to celebrate hq's belated birthday! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy belated 19th birthday, huiqi!&lt;/span&gt; well anws, we ate at swensons. hope hq and everyone had a good time (:&lt;br /&gt;pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't the hamburger tasty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF285WGbQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/2ru-iQ2Qoa4/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF285WGbQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/2ru-iQ2Qoa4/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141825694788866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF280xzJZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/d6e9EbNI-TM/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF280xzJZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/d6e9EbNI-TM/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141824468788626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF29Qz65JI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bzLvNC08PGY/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXF29Qz65JI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bzLvNC08PGY/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292141831993877650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's pretty much all. it's a saturday and the week will end really soon.&lt;br /&gt;for people who think i'm a slacker, i'll be starting work after cny. but really, it's nice to enjoy life once in a while. we might never have chances like this again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've come to the end of my entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-7060094388288302453?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/7060094388288302453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=7060094388288302453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7060094388288302453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7060094388288302453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SXFymNRTKoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gzJ1XewsgO4/s72-c/IMG_0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8374784105906726929</id><published>2009-01-06T17:12:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:49:27.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DOODLES PART 2: the joy of physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't physics the most wondrous subject? It draws out artistic talents within you that you never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet mr wiggly the radioactive blob. He appeared while i was completing my nuclear tutorial to help me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMhT3lHOAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hGDJkJT-hiU/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMhT3lHOAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hGDJkJT-hiU/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288107012683937794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr glob monster never fails to turn up during a school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMh3xkMZPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/nw4lh7fO9Q4/s1600-h/IMG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMh3xkMZPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/nw4lh7fO9Q4/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288107629544760562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plant and eyeballs. yea, i was really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMiKoGyv6I/AAAAAAAAAh0/GVXyxp0eJEs/s1600-h/IMG_2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMiKoGyv6I/AAAAAAAAAh0/GVXyxp0eJEs/s320/IMG_2279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288107953423040418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOT. (i like owls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMiK_FADKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/StHhI_AaNYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMiK_FADKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/StHhI_AaNYQ/s320/IMG_2280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288107959589538978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMikn3zYBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AHX-eldEMfg/s1600-h/IMG_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMikn3zYBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AHX-eldEMfg/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288108400036765714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm khoo said that the electrons know when you're observing them and act accordingly as a wave or particle. and then i got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMik-wzf-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/6D-w-UGpll4/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMik-wzf-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/6D-w-UGpll4/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288108406181429218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the same lesson, mg was bored too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMi-uBKEHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oiVIdpsVIPo/s1600-h/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMi-uBKEHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oiVIdpsVIPo/s320/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288108848363212914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think electrons are secretly artistic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMi-2l1iMI/AAAAAAAAAic/Ryhrf_7aBsw/s1600-h/IMG_2284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMi-2l1iMI/AAAAAAAAAic/Ryhrf_7aBsw/s320/IMG_2284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288108850664540354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish physics would disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMjmKUFhmI/AAAAAAAAAik/cM_Ia72wZ6U/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMjmKUFhmI/AAAAAAAAAik/cM_Ia72wZ6U/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288109525973698146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, mg's coin box entertained me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMjmtRrqgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kSYhUnvlr18/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMjmtRrqgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kSYhUnvlr18/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288109535358855682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMjmUwx72I/AAAAAAAAAis/eQfSvuZr0Fw/s1600-h/IMG_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMjmUwx72I/AAAAAAAAAis/eQfSvuZr0Fw/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288109528778403682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea what was going on during physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMkKc7_ZoI/AAAAAAAAAi8/mWlVrboU2_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMkKc7_ZoI/AAAAAAAAAi8/mWlVrboU2_Y/s320/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288110149448197762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMkKuxY8QI/AAAAAAAAAjE/GxzN-rsM_ac/s1600-h/IMG_2289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMkKuxY8QI/AAAAAAAAAjE/GxzN-rsM_ac/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288110154235572482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMkmEHTzxI/AAAAAAAAAjU/j6LrJNPVqOc/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMkmEHTzxI/AAAAAAAAAjU/j6LrJNPVqOc/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288110623821123346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random carrot drawn with the help of one of mel's collection of rulers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMklpxpLhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/R3aPaMACMOw/s1600-h/IMG_2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMklpxpLhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/R3aPaMACMOw/s320/IMG_2291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288110616750927378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute dog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMlC_jJNTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/NWj2wbBaigw/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMlC_jJNTI/AAAAAAAAAjc/NWj2wbBaigw/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288111120811898162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute elephant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMlC-eqetI/AAAAAAAAAjk/22Y51Zc0kSw/s1600-h/IMG_2294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMlC-eqetI/AAAAAAAAAjk/22Y51Zc0kSw/s320/IMG_2294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288111120524671698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, physics drove me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMln5EW5FI/AAAAAAAAAjs/myfkmyvmakg/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMln5EW5FI/AAAAAAAAAjs/myfkmyvmakg/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288111754727318610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMloDHvOXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/O3F6xj0fXdA/s1600-h/IMG_2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMloDHvOXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/O3F6xj0fXdA/s320/IMG_2296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288111757425850738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMloG0WdxI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5x_CqubKjsU/s1600-h/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMloG0WdxI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5x_CqubKjsU/s320/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288111758418278162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMmOLmJ6II/AAAAAAAAAkM/eSBDWpn54MM/s1600-h/IMG_2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMmOLmJ6II/AAAAAAAAAkM/eSBDWpn54MM/s320/IMG_2299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288112412535941250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMnFy2TxxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/xNEuhNItZJs/s1600-h/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMnFy2TxxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/xNEuhNItZJs/s320/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288113367965484818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newton's third law states that when body A exerts a force on body B, body B exerts a force equal in magnitude but opposite in direction on body A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMmpjZreqI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UFnCskKtS-U/s1600-h/IMG_2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMmpjZreqI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UFnCskKtS-U/s320/IMG_2300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288112882782534306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMmN7tNKII/AAAAAAAAAkE/DdOPh2Oy3SI/s1600-h/IMG_2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMmN7tNKII/AAAAAAAAAkE/DdOPh2Oy3SI/s320/IMG_2298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288112408270547074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMnGLq60fI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XXpc_Z2CTyU/s1600-h/IMG_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMnGLq60fI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XXpc_Z2CTyU/s320/IMG_2306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288113374628598258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nuclear physics notes cover page is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMnhfegg3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/dbXOg7N0JWM/s1600-h/IMG_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMnhfegg3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/dbXOg7N0JWM/s320/IMG_2304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288113843801719666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, one of my favourite doodles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMnhJ7SyfI/AAAAAAAAAks/8_gvYxUe2dY/s1600-h/IMG_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMnhJ7SyfI/AAAAAAAAAks/8_gvYxUe2dY/s320/IMG_2302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288113838016874994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all the more interesting and random doodles i have on my physics stuff. i took photos of them so long ago, almost a month ago, but didn't post them.&lt;br /&gt;there are still other subjects!&lt;br /&gt;next time then (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8374784105906726929?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8374784105906726929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8374784105906726929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8374784105906726929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8374784105906726929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/01/doodles-part-2-joy-of-physics-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SWMhT3lHOAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hGDJkJT-hiU/s72-c/IMG_2277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-4165395091952515392</id><published>2009-01-02T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:41:51.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh i don't have pictures of bak kut teh day.&lt;br /&gt;i shall just blog a little about it (:&lt;br /&gt;bak kut teh day was on last sunday. went to marcus's place first where i began learning how to play majong! such a confusing game, but it's pretty fun when you have people like meigui sitting beside you to point out all the right tiles :D&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went over to eat bak kut teh! had to queue for some time, but finally, the 8 of us got a table and we ate lovely bak kut teh with youtiao and rice.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we headed over to the nearby ntuc to buy a drink, but ended up playing some water game at macs instead. haha our next planned outing is to eat good food again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's finally 2009.&lt;br /&gt;and while some people complain that their cards no longer go "beep beep", i have yet to hear my card go "beep" once because i have a sister who drives :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm... think lots of people are already getting jobs, but i still wish to slack away more days. I don't want to work away all my life, because this is probably the only break i'll ever have &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall work at my dad's office though, eventually, for this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been online much, or seeing anybody other than my family lately. yvonne, quick go plan something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay, this is a really random post.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been baking much lately. in fact, i haven't been baking at all. i've been too lazy to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;anything like typing this blog post haha...&lt;br /&gt;i really don't have anything to blog about anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-4165395091952515392?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/4165395091952515392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=4165395091952515392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4165395091952515392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4165395091952515392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-i-dont-have-pictures-of-bak-kut-teh.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1899497761153394874</id><published>2008-12-31T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:36:50.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEARTWOTHOUSANDEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;what an awfully long year. A pretty horrible one too.&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been a fruitful year either.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the only accomplishment i've made this year was surviving it.&lt;br /&gt;but this year, i took a little more time to get to know my classmates. I also spent more time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;come to think about it, the year isn't all that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;like watching my favourite korean show and going to korea :D&lt;br /&gt;i suppose there were really bad times, and sometimes, i don't even know who to turn to. But there were also times that have become pleasant memories (:&lt;br /&gt;so it's finally the last day of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;(i shall blog about bak kut teh day another day, i'm feeling pretty lazy now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i'll hope that the year ahead will be better.&lt;br /&gt;YEARTWOTHOUSANDNINE.&lt;br /&gt;i guess ure still coming, welcomed or not, just like how 2008 came along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPS (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1899497761153394874?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1899497761153394874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1899497761153394874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1899497761153394874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1899497761153394874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeartwothousandeight.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8221928104327497050</id><published>2008-12-19T21:06:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:38:32.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally back to blog about my korea trip!&lt;br /&gt;and with pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures more than words in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;on board the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUujEbE9LzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/A4ED93Oo_xs/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUujEbE9LzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/A4ED93Oo_xs/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281494284405387058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Everland (:&lt;br /&gt;it's something like lotte world/disney land. but with alot of animals like a zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUulsPj3JcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/k2nZ-x88F20/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUulsPj3JcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/k2nZ-x88F20/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281497167531812290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ski lift down to the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUumwSZhNxI/AAAAAAAAAeU/humb2XkjMJE/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUumwSZhNxI/AAAAAAAAAeU/humb2XkjMJE/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281498336524842770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't this lion cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUupZyaG0mI/AAAAAAAAAec/7pFWYvZPv-E/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUupZyaG0mI/AAAAAAAAAec/7pFWYvZPv-E/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281501248515134050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ligers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUuxfcMUs6I/AAAAAAAAAek/551m7KxdcB0/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUuxfcMUs6I/AAAAAAAAAek/551m7KxdcB0/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281510141723980706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look at this roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu0HNSZP3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/oWk6GJhrs9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu0HNSZP3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/oWk6GJhrs9Y/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281513023940935538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the world's steepest wooden roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;ADVICE: don't take after you've eaten.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky i took it before i ate, because it was so bloody steep, and you don't see how steep it really is till you're on the roller coaster itself!&lt;br /&gt;a closer shot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUuzSpeejdI/AAAAAAAAAes/pQY69CIrCH0/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUuzSpeejdI/AAAAAAAAAes/pQY69CIrCH0/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281512120974740946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look carefully, there are 2 baby foxes, and a baby monkey with his monkey friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu0kmKETqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yVUuG0vp6eI/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu0kmKETqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yVUuG0vp6eI/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281513528833101474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with baby tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu1JrCC1HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/H4Lr7ECM_xQ/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu1JrCC1HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/H4Lr7ECM_xQ/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281514165796787314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this owl cute or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu2OZkt5ZI/AAAAAAAAAfM/978e8vG0DgA/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu2OZkt5ZI/AAAAAAAAAfM/978e8vG0DgA/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281515346521351570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugging primates (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu2PByGQLI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1SY1hY90wg8/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu2PByGQLI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1SY1hY90wg8/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281515357314891954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long day, and too many pictures to show, the final photo at everland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu3YRQS34I/AAAAAAAAAfc/WSjiRCsWUg4/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu3YRQS34I/AAAAAAAAAfc/WSjiRCsWUg4/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281516615598530434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i stayed on the first night. taken before i left the resort in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu3YlkTgeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6fKOpvrXFMw/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu3YlkTgeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6fKOpvrXFMw/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281516621051167202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day at yong pyong, where the ski slopes were.&lt;br /&gt;on the gondola. i absolutely loved that ride up the mountain (:&lt;br /&gt;(it's actually a cable car, but they called it a gondola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu4eOSC0sI/AAAAAAAAAf0/aVozQCivASg/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu4eOSC0sI/AAAAAAAAAf0/aVozQCivASg/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517817391403714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coldest temperature i've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu4duoOQVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/yBcdhyNS0hs/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu4duoOQVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/yBcdhyNS0hs/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517808894493010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like we're glowing under the sun haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu5f57hyBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JuwdMeAFDPc/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu5f57hyBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JuwdMeAFDPc/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281518945799620626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet mr mini snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu5fvawLAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/H-C08Xc1GYM/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu5fvawLAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/H-C08Xc1GYM/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281518942977797122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu6h9-gWMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YMXVpbUjAvg/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu6h9-gWMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YMXVpbUjAvg/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281520080757217474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on board a dragon train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu6hHEEb4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/HN_aIxjhCeI/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu6hHEEb4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/HN_aIxjhCeI/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281520066016604034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day at kbs station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu79XHVUyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/76yNeKe34LE/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu79XHVUyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/76yNeKe34LE/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281521650873226018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"despite the fact that we're in the middle of a cold winter, it's a sunny day today..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu78gLPJ3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/IT37MYvsEfY/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu78gLPJ3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/IT37MYvsEfY/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281521636125648754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast at a cafe near kbs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu9sAj6nnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/yDqaur8Hc_c/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu9sAj6nnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/yDqaur8Hc_c/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281523551784574578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youido park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu7-YXBz5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/xmNE1RIXbXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu7-YXBz5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/xmNE1RIXbXQ/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281521668387360658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture frame of insadong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu9szHwcQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0eRyaHW6msI/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu9szHwcQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0eRyaHW6msI/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281523565356675330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotte  world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu9tL-_BhI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jqkwXnsAdJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu9tL-_BhI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jqkwXnsAdJ4/s320/IMG_0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281523572030768658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving lotte world, taking the last few trains to myeong dong and then dongdaemun.&lt;br /&gt;how many places can you possibly go in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu_SNOePHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0USxItA3D4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu_SNOePHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0USxItA3D4Q/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525307530951794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day: the journey to incheon airport along the han river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu_SXkZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/P80KDj_fg-U/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu_SXkZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/P80KDj_fg-U/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525310307295202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME in singapore (:&lt;br /&gt;my mom's most clear shot of me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu_SqkNigI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0yyoSgxBaBM/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUu_SqkNigI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0yyoSgxBaBM/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525315406760450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; there are still many shots my sister and i have taken over that few days in korea, but there are just too many. Will probably upload them on facebook soon.&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of facebooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've been blogging and uploading these pix long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;i love xmas (: even though presents get lesser every year (or so it seems!) it doesn't rly matter, because i always share xmas with my family.&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice festival to celebrate, because i find joy in seeing my family open the presents my sister and i got them.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my sister likes my gift.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to those who urged me to buy the gift yesterday when we met up.&lt;br /&gt;let's meet up to play cards and chat again soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;that's all for this entry then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8221928104327497050?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8221928104327497050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8221928104327497050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8221928104327497050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8221928104327497050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-finally-back-to-blog-about-my-korea.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SUujEbE9LzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/A4ED93Oo_xs/s72-c/IMG_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3202216117483258213</id><published>2008-12-04T20:46:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:05:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 words to describe how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back from my class chalet in the afternoon at around 2pm i think. Too bad i didn't get to watch a movie with the people who remained, cause i needed to be home to look after my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;But overall, i really enjoyed myself (:&lt;br /&gt;i uploaded all the pix again on facebook, so you can go view the there, or you can get the files from me directly.&lt;br /&gt;anws, i reached the chalet real late yesterday with serene. The first thing i played was this fishing game mg brought to the chalet -.- and hongjie got really hooked onto the game. In fact, i think almost every had a go at it. The music was awful as it was out of tune, and the "london bridge is falling down" tune kept repeating over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;honjie left scolding the fish, as though they would really like him better and bite his bait if he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfTItpF-0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/g4SuM14Dyv4/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfTItpF-0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/g4SuM14Dyv4/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275917635132193602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivan, our "cleanliness and hygiene control" and also our very own satay man :D&lt;br /&gt;i took jy's advice to edit "mister sporty" to "mister satay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfWc1gU0KI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6u4EPPamG_s/s1600-h/IMG_0043+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfWc1gU0KI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6u4EPPamG_s/s320/IMG_0043+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275921279375167650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcus looks funny here haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfXVvRst2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/km2LJluJaS8/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfXVvRst2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/km2LJluJaS8/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275922256955750242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfaBmMJLFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OQ4AATILbKg/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfaBmMJLFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OQ4AATILbKg/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275925209454029906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who stole a bunch of pillows and didn't want to show his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfa6dUwU-I/AAAAAAAAAck/ALlGy39b8mo/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfa6dUwU-I/AAAAAAAAAck/ALlGy39b8mo/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275926186326774754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfa6qVpWjI/AAAAAAAAAcs/80Kzsm04ifA/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfa6qVpWjI/AAAAAAAAAcs/80Kzsm04ifA/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275926189820172850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people playing the fishing game over hongjie's legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfdECVrj0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/I1ERk65tY3I/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfdECVrj0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/I1ERk65tY3I/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275928549904846658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STff1GkOo_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/M975BHRCEKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STff1GkOo_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/M975BHRCEKQ/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275931591876453362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys left for night cycling, and it was a girls night in! me, mg, jinyin and serene.&lt;br /&gt;we 4 were so rich, that we rented a bicycle just to dry our towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STflIBZJ1fI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6mlp9_io3r0/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STflIBZJ1fI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6mlp9_io3r0/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275937414463477234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in we felt we didn't spend enough and we rented dvds, to help act as a cover to cook our noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STflIR1qwgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IDvDFJZAIZo/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STflIR1qwgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IDvDFJZAIZo/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275937418878042626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you really believe that haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely dinner/supper (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfmrhM2OcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Esl3WNbaAUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfmrhM2OcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Esl3WNbaAUQ/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275939123808844226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so comfy in the chalet, while the guys cycled through the whole night outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfmsAdZzrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HoLAtXlOHoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0108+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfmsAdZzrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HoLAtXlOHoQ/s320/IMG_0108+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275939132199784114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we checked out the next day and cycled back to return the bikes, we took a nice (and bloody hot) walk back to the food court and got ourselves food and cold drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the macdonald guys during breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfqIUp_pxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lPEgNgJlB2c/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfqIUp_pxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lPEgNgJlB2c/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275942917192525586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;after watching a game of hearts, everyone finally left the foodcourt, but i couldn't stay so i decided to go home. i guess yixuan finally managed to watch madagascar. don't you think the zebra looks like him! that shocked look on the face haha... i was on my way home on the train when it began to rain. Heavily =/ my legs and my poor bag got wet. lucky i put marcus cds deep into my bag before i walked in the rain so they won't get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i took a photo when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfqIGzA5PI/AAAAAAAAAds/iA1j6dkdHOw/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfqIGzA5PI/AAAAAAAAAds/iA1j6dkdHOw/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275942913472259314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;well that's all i'll blog about the chalet :D&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last of all, a picture of shortbread biscuits i made the other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STft2Bt2EpI/AAAAAAAAAd8/i0THBmluqsA/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STft2Bt2EpI/AAAAAAAAAd8/i0THBmluqsA/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275947000917267090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go bake my dad's bday cake now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3202216117483258213?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/3202216117483258213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=3202216117483258213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3202216117483258213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3202216117483258213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-words-to-describe-how-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STfTItpF-0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/g4SuM14Dyv4/s72-c/IMG_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3159508571108146904</id><published>2008-12-02T23:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:16:05.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seems like not alot of people enjoyed prom night.&lt;br /&gt;But for me, i thought it went pretty well! i guess i didn't expect much, like i didn't expect things to go WOW and all that, so i kind of enjoyed myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;i won't upload all here. they are on facebook! feels so bu yao lian, cause i tagged myself in all the pictures &gt;.&lt; i'll try to have at least one picture of everyone whom i've taken a photo with uploaded here though.&lt;br /&gt;(and peter, go get a facebook account -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first arrived with serene and met up with everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVej4d8_MI/AAAAAAAAAas/2kHRmwb7TjA/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVej4d8_MI/AAAAAAAAAas/2kHRmwb7TjA/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275226509080853698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay the jiemixXxXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVgGM6TbYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_2hSf7bJbcE/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVgGM6TbYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_2hSf7bJbcE/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275228198195654018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel giving out cards the moment we sat down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVh_1xY97I/AAAAAAAAAa8/sfse94ogvq8/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVh_1xY97I/AAAAAAAAAa8/sfse94ogvq8/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275230287928293298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY jx. There were people dressed as a jedi, willywonka and a mummy too oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVih3hhKdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/f7Br-FDwYUY/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVih3hhKdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/f7Br-FDwYUY/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275230872514144722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with meiyan and shitong (wow shitong took off her specs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVkyLBUaXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QfLO3JSVCeY/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVkyLBUaXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QfLO3JSVCeY/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275233351648962930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class photo! :D (with mr teo haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVmUyeotbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OhMYREsYrbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVmUyeotbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OhMYREsYrbQ/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275235045868090802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls photo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVmVRgceHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RY1HeE9beKw/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVmVRgceHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RY1HeE9beKw/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275235054197176434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo with engkwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVoQZUyU7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/OMWCNrNQRPk/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVoQZUyU7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/OMWCNrNQRPk/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237169419670450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo with the large xmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVoQ5h8_mI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BsHKgi-szHA/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVoQ5h8_mI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BsHKgi-szHA/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237178064830050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kpool, guess whose feet! it's probably really obvious though haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVpjV6cXII/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZGduYdP5r3w/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVpjV6cXII/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZGduYdP5r3w/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238594433014914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kpool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVpi4aFbDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/eY2bVI8eYGU/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVpi4aFbDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/eY2bVI8eYGU/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238586512665650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! i'm lazy to upload anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think i got a picture of everyone here already :D&lt;br /&gt;i've this feeling that if everyone uploads prom pictures, you'll probably see alot of repeats. The group photos had been taken by at least 7 cameras one after another! because everyone was lazy to send pictures to one another.&lt;br /&gt;i hung out at kpool after prom at cine with my classmates, where i played cards and watched the guys play pool. by then it was so late already.&lt;br /&gt;i would have stayed out till 5am when the cab fees are cheaper, but my mom was getting worried, so i decided to cab back with melissa instead.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've been blogging really long, it's like, past 1am already.&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet tmr, i hope things go well haha, else it would be kind of sad ):&lt;br /&gt;gonna go sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3159508571108146904?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/3159508571108146904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=3159508571108146904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3159508571108146904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3159508571108146904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/12/seems-like-not-alot-of-people-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STVej4d8_MI/AAAAAAAAAas/2kHRmwb7TjA/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-793794089906063553</id><published>2008-11-30T23:52:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:43:19.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow it's finally prom tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't feel like it actually.&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of things to do right now before i go to sleep and tomorrow comes, like painting my nails, baking shortbread so my grandmother can help, and also because i won't be free over the next few days to bake anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stack of notes have not been touched for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK5X4CZegI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mGvCbFi9xP8/s1600-h/IMG_2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK5X4CZegI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mGvCbFi9xP8/s320/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274481933434845698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, i packed my worksheets today, and although i thought i wouldn't care what happened to my notes, i did feel a lil bad throwing the notes away, so i sorted them out from the worksheets and other random things, and I shall throw the non reuseable stuff away.&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found alot of drawings!&lt;br /&gt;But i don't have alot of time and it's already almost midnight, so i took only the photos of the drawings in my chemistry stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;I probably missed out alot of drawings hidden within the notes too.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost all of my chem notes have a frog on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK4xMp-7II/AAAAAAAAAXk/ILTY9NUWiBo/s1600-h/IMG_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK4xMp-7II/AAAAAAAAAXk/ILTY9NUWiBo/s320/IMG_2275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274481268954688642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me nd meigui got really bored sometimes during chem. okay we got bored ALOT during all lessons. So we always draw. the theme was food, then birds that lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK6Ptx5t3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9OYUIZoPMMc/s1600-h/IMG_2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK6Ptx5t3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9OYUIZoPMMc/s320/IMG_2244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274482892753975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random drawings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK6xvqCzjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/lgZo7k_1wy8/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK6xvqCzjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/lgZo7k_1wy8/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274483477373439538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-Q6rg__I/AAAAAAAAAYs/4tAOkoDMwY0/s1600-h/IMG_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-Q6rg__I/AAAAAAAAAYs/4tAOkoDMwY0/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274487311443230706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-QpsmS9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/4-7v_LcAktg/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-QpsmS9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/4-7v_LcAktg/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274487306884369362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK6xL_b6ZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/iyvJzvPOp0g/s1600-h/IMG_2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK6xL_b6ZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/iyvJzvPOp0g/s320/IMG_2247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274483467799488914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lollipop picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK9j6g8LbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KKV96HdbZsg/s1600-h/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK9j6g8LbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KKV96HdbZsg/s320/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274486538304761266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more random drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK9jhgF-eI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yZM208CtpUw/s1600-h/IMG_2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK9jhgF-eI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yZM208CtpUw/s320/IMG_2264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274486531590322658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK9joZAJHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lwO1CjDl1wU/s1600-h/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK9joZAJHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lwO1CjDl1wU/s320/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274486533439628402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-7RlIGaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/A1DUa3i1NYE/s1600-h/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-7RlIGaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/A1DUa3i1NYE/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488039144954274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK_g1RS1rI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sLM0a_OpmQU/s1600-h/IMG_2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK_g1RS1rI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sLM0a_OpmQU/s320/IMG_2270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488684380608178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK_xGPLloI/AAAAAAAAAZU/RgYerlTIN6w/s1600-h/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK_xGPLloI/AAAAAAAAAZU/RgYerlTIN6w/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488963813054082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in acjc i was already bored during chem lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-7sVUIaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/sQQZhf-WnqE/s1600-h/IMG_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-7sVUIaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/sQQZhf-WnqE/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488046326391202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-8Du_T8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/eNd4UGhXcPo/s1600-h/IMG_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK-8Du_T8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/eNd4UGhXcPo/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488052608094146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bored of writing my name with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLAR3rCT3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/1qYGc_SIsoo/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLAR3rCT3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/1qYGc_SIsoo/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274489526839037810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLARZrMHHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/k-q8D36x39Y/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLARZrMHHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/k-q8D36x39Y/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274489518786616434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLARc2bc-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/acnnwK62rqQ/s1600-h/IMG_2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLARc2bc-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/acnnwK62rqQ/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274489519639065570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLA4_hWJKI/AAAAAAAAAaE/FAajnEAsQCE/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLA4_hWJKI/AAAAAAAAAaE/FAajnEAsQCE/s320/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274490198960776354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLA4VFU4BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HW_PTy6HXI8/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLA4VFU4BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HW_PTy6HXI8/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274490187568963602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLA4P_jvmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/p97sN6xSw4A/s1600-h/IMG_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLA4P_jvmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/p97sN6xSw4A/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274490186202594914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, melissa is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLBaQJAG4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/VU6tHVBRVHk/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLBaQJAG4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/VU6tHVBRVHk/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274490770357754754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom is a great excuse to being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLBamf2fKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/u9NwXqGuvS8/s1600-h/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLBamf2fKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/u9NwXqGuvS8/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274490776359173282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some drawings copied from meigui's previous really cute metal coin holder, which she used as a purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLB-7pKngI/AAAAAAAAAak/OvAk99wemhk/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLB-7pKngI/AAAAAAAAAak/OvAk99wemhk/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274491400510676482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLB-jFLvSI/AAAAAAAAAac/M6GmZxCvUlk/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STLB-jFLvSI/AAAAAAAAAac/M6GmZxCvUlk/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274491393917304098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's for chemistry notes.&lt;br /&gt;goes to show how much attention i paid during chem tutorials and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;shall go bake shortbread now. It's never too late an hour to bake (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-793794089906063553?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/793794089906063553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=793794089906063553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/793794089906063553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/793794089906063553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-its-finally-prom-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/STK5X4CZegI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mGvCbFi9xP8/s72-c/IMG_2243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6694315557094152927</id><published>2008-11-24T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:50:51.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite hard to believe how things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;Vivien told me that 5 months have passed since her 18th birthday, and i realised that there are only 5 more months before my 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with vivien today. after a really long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go there, to get away from it all. To just not do anything or worry about needing to do something the whole day. Is that even possible nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;So i met up with vivien.&lt;br /&gt;and wuahahaha. I made vivien wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to the airport. and for some reason, we both felt hungry when we got there, but it was such as odd hour to eat, so we bought something each from the mr bean outlet there (i like mr bean, it's so cute) to fill part of our stomachs for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;and we had to walk past a yakun kaya toast outlet.&lt;br /&gt;so we bought a set to eat!&lt;br /&gt;we walked around T3, talking about random things and about our friends, and about some recent events. Basically really really random things that come into mind.&lt;br /&gt;We people watched, and we talked about whether the ground below was slopped, how bored the security guards seem to be, and then also about how odd the mickey and minnie mouse statues seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed for T1! where we ate popeye's chicken :D&lt;br /&gt;okay i was feeling so full alr by then, so i upsized vivien's meal and ate some of her food haha...&lt;br /&gt;and AHEM, somebody promised it will be the last time she asks me to buy something for her.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the viewing mall, this time at T1, which was nice and dim as was the last time i went. But they closed off a huge chunk for renovations ):&lt;br /&gt;but it was still nice. Watched planes take off and land. Okay not really, but we saw them going off into the distance. Then we talked about the planes and pointed out the fedex plane and how the luggage carriers and other vehicles on the grounds look like insects. cute ones of course.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about so many random things, i can't even remember what we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;And basically, we did nothing the whole time we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, we were talking about how nice we were. Like how i was nice to help vivien buy her food. AGAIN. and then how nice vivien was in giving me that lovely opportunity to be nice by helping her buy her meal.&lt;br /&gt;-____________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all. i can't believe i spent the whole entry talking about doing nothing today, but it really isn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; after all (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i went out with vivien today.&lt;br /&gt;like milo and milk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6694315557094152927?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6694315557094152927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6694315557094152927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6694315557094152927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6694315557094152927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-quite-hard-to-believe-how-things.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-7555326120612454316</id><published>2008-11-22T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:39:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i haven't gotten down to packing my school notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really tired now. Been shopping for my prom dress on alternate days, and have been sleeping real late too. my dark eye circles are getting really bad ):&lt;br /&gt;i was up discussing about the class chalet yesterday night with marcus and melissa, and then peter joined in the discussion after that.&lt;br /&gt;melissa said something... melissa-ish.&lt;br /&gt;i boxed it up in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;click to enlarge and read!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SSf78pEMKDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fiyBiSvDx8A/s1600-h/mel+kill+ants+edit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SSf78pEMKDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fiyBiSvDx8A/s320/mel+kill+ants+edit.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271458908094605362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i'm not in the mood to do anything, but it's too early to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you've been staring at your half written blog entry for 5 minutes without touching the keyboard, then there really isn't anything else to blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh well then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-7555326120612454316?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/7555326120612454316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=7555326120612454316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7555326120612454316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7555326120612454316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-havent-gotten-down-to-packing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SSf78pEMKDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fiyBiSvDx8A/s72-c/mel+kill+ants+edit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1464421218242130575</id><published>2008-11-19T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:28:40.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[this was really blogged on the 18th november. reaaaaally late. like past midnight.]&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, and i said to a couple of people i won't be online tonight.&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;but&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOOOOOOOO. here i am! and even blogging.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so the As are over, and everyone is cheering about it.&lt;br /&gt;so i shan't say more!&lt;br /&gt;i shall thank people in this entry today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel and mg for counting down the days with me, and getting all excited for it to end and the holidays to come.&lt;br /&gt;and OH yes, mg, i forgot you weren't going korea to play in the snow :D&lt;br /&gt;haha okay, im so mean, i'll try to bring something back for you!&lt;br /&gt;yixin for the goodluck message before the As began. I really appreciated it (:&lt;br /&gt;hj for teaching me everything i didn't know about chem, which was pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;peter for making me feel better when i screwed up, and also for being there when i was dying from studying.&lt;br /&gt;marcus for all those really helpful reminders you've sent by sms to us all.&lt;br /&gt;zixin for teaching me the defination of molecular mass which... okay, i still can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;hq and pc for coming on time to school these exam days so i don't rot and panic alone.&lt;br /&gt;vivien, for being vivien and for trying to be understanding when i needed to study.&lt;br /&gt;kn and yvonne for being my ultra mugging buddies!&lt;br /&gt;and everyone who said hi to me when we see each other at school for the paper, because it's good to know that we are all suffering from the same mugger-itis disease.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper ended real early at 915am today.&lt;br /&gt;too bad we didn't shout HUAT AHHH. it would have been pretty funny haha... so anws, we went over to mel's house! we did nothing much there actually. the room was like split into 3 areas: majong area, carrom area and cards area.&lt;br /&gt;taught a few people how to play hearts! go learn if you haven't! it's really fun haha...&lt;br /&gt;anws, i learned a few things at mel's place:&lt;br /&gt;1. DON'T play any card games with jiaxiang&lt;br /&gt;2. jiaxiang and hj are evil scheming people&lt;br /&gt;3. yixuan is daammmmn blur, play hearts with people like him&lt;br /&gt;4. team up with likun if you're playing carrom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how amusing.&lt;br /&gt;we actually just did the same things at mel's house for... 6hours!? until 5pm or something. ordered kfc and pizza. and we laughed at poor barney and his miserably short arms with no elbow joint. and to be fair, we laughed at barney's friends and their wonderful colour combination.&lt;br /&gt;then we had this crazy idea of going back to town to play photohunt, our love! so we headed for town at 5pm and photohunted!&lt;br /&gt;there was like 10 of us crowded around a miserable machine, as though we can't afford a few more dollars on a few more machines.&lt;br /&gt;and check out how crazy we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SSL5mdiBwXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2Q1LGsNOhp4/s1600-h/Image055(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SSL5mdiBwXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2Q1LGsNOhp4/s320/Image055(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270048953134596466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we're cmy, and we're omg dun play, because "omg and oh", the crazy 2 people, will surely thrash our scores like no one's business haha...&lt;br /&gt;then we played foosball :D&lt;br /&gt;haha miniature soccer sounds nicer.&lt;br /&gt;we each took one row again haha... omg and pple can actually play this on their own on each side?! im really amazed. At least i scored a few goals :D&lt;br /&gt;and we were shouting and making so much noise, that mg told me a security guard came to take a look, and realised it was just a bunch of crazy students whacking a small ball with plastic figurines.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad quite bunch of pple came today, though there were missing faces.&lt;br /&gt;even valerie came, and im glad she did too (:&lt;br /&gt;today was really real crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i have never been out so long doing such random stuff before.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. i've been blogging for so long alr -.-&lt;br /&gt;i really should go sleep. im still going out shopping tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i missed out any details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1464421218242130575?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1464421218242130575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1464421218242130575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1464421218242130575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1464421218242130575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-was-really-blogged-on-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SSL5mdiBwXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2Q1LGsNOhp4/s72-c/Image055(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3763148567480463015</id><published>2008-11-07T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:24:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally the weekends (:&lt;br /&gt;the week has been real long, and it feels like such a drag, but i guess next week will go by in time, and i can start smiling. By the tues aft the next, i'll be laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;6 more papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite remember what i thought about blogging last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But i do rmb one was about the jurong entertainment centre.&lt;br /&gt;haha i've been going there for years, and it's changed alot. Though there isn't much, i really liked that place, because it was familiar to me.&lt;br /&gt;There's prima deli selling nice waffles, the winter time store and this fashion that are both permanently on sale, the ice skating ring, kbox.&lt;br /&gt;There were the hours i spent photohunting, laughing my my crazy friends singing in kbox, clinging onto the edge in the iceskating ring, playing pool, eating the warm waffles.&lt;br /&gt;I was there last week a couple of times, the wk right before the A levels began, studying at je library. Everytime i went back, more stalls closed down. then prima deli was like ripped out of it's location, cause the clearing of the stuff inside left a mess, and then the food court was closed, and arcade was gone, the spectacle shop closed.&lt;br /&gt;When i went back on saturday, jec was closed.&lt;br /&gt;I know that jurong was going to be "upgraded" but it didn't occur to me that it'll happen so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne said that the building will be torn down.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly i felt quite sad, because i didn't take enough photos of the place.&lt;br /&gt;The last meal i had there was from long john's.&lt;br /&gt;haha... okay i guess i can get pretty sentimental over the weirdest things, but it is sad to see it go.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the building isn't going to be torn down, it wouldn't be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. it was a nice place (:&lt;br /&gt;11 more days!&lt;br /&gt;haha oh no i think i have alot of people to thank for getting me through this week, but i guess i'll list and thank these people when the As end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i can never type entries any longer than this and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;haha that's it then.&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;br /&gt;[and whoever you are, you really shouldn't be reading this -.- SHOO go study]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3763148567480463015?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/3763148567480463015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=3763148567480463015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3763148567480463015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3763148567480463015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-finally-weekends-week-has-been-real.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-866995854851062272</id><published>2008-10-30T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:03:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post before i abandon my blog to take the As (:&lt;br /&gt;no wait, the As and (: doesn't go together, unless the sentence has something that goes like "yay the As are over! (:"&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened these few days actually.&lt;br /&gt;Just have been mugging at home, and occasionally at the library with kn and yv.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been productive at all though and i've totally no motivation to study, but oh wells, 19 more days! :D (or somewhere around there)&lt;br /&gt;went to school today with mel to have consultation wiiiiiith...&lt;br /&gt;hongjie!&lt;br /&gt;and what was even better was that jiaxiang was there too :D&lt;br /&gt;meigui wasn't here today though, cause she alr had other plans..&lt;br /&gt;it was funny at first, because we were whispering when asking or replying questions, because we were at the library, but in the end we sort of gave up and started talking in low voices instead.&lt;br /&gt;anws, i took a picture or two because i was bored, and i was amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;smart people will be smart people.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what they are discussing. The one is blue is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;chem&lt;/span&gt; tys and the one in red is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;physics&lt;/span&gt; tys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SQmepZdaJbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QIT1aQawkGY/s1600-h/Image015(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SQmepZdaJbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QIT1aQawkGY/s320/Image015(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262912073605195186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, are they discussing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font color= blue&gt;chem&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=red&gt;phy&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=yellow&gt;math&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color= green&gt;econs&lt;/font&gt; or &lt;font color=orange&gt;gp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SQmewIVb6iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/s7EkeSNW8o0/s1600-h/Image020(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SQmewIVb6iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/s7EkeSNW8o0/s320/Image020(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262912189267438114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;we were walking down the steps at the canteen near the grandstand when we spotted felix playing hockey. so much for studying at the library -.- in fact, he was the one who came over and asked everyone if we wanted lunch, and off all the class guys who were in the library (minus hj) went.&lt;br /&gt;okay i really don't know what to blog =/&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;i guess even though i knew how important some friendships are to me, i really didn't expect myself to cry when i thought that one particularly important friendship was over. I hope things will patch up again, even though i'm sometimes not that great of a friend. I guess time will tell if a friendship is meant to last right?&lt;br /&gt;I should go study now, i really don't to disappoint my family with crappy results :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best wishes and good luck to everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;we'll survive the next 19 (or so) days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-866995854851062272?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/866995854851062272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=866995854851062272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/866995854851062272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/866995854851062272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-short-post-before-i-abandon-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SQmepZdaJbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QIT1aQawkGY/s72-c/Image015(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6640469591267364825</id><published>2008-10-18T21:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:26:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohooo! im blogging yet again. and this is the third entry in a row i started with the same word.&lt;br /&gt;did anybody notice that the background changed from blue stripes to blue stripes? because the photo disappeared from photobucket or something, and i spent my "precious" studying time looking for a similar photo by googling for it, editing it, uploading it, then editing the blog template html.&lt;br /&gt;okay that is random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS :D&lt;br /&gt;okay i haven't gotten all of them from mel, i only have those taken on the "last day" of school. then i got some photos taken yesterday (grad day) from the photo album that yixuan posted on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;okay, last day of school photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice shot at the top of the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnrPLjwX1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6_tfpT4Jtt0/s1600-h/DSCN0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnrPLjwX1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6_tfpT4Jtt0/s320/DSCN0389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258492685965090642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo shot. wow, im the tallest for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnr0w4iVII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/30j4JkFqK6o/s1600-h/DSCN0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnr0w4iVII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/30j4JkFqK6o/s320/DSCN0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258493331639522434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel and her friend, the bbq pit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnsWL9M4OI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ch4Oi3IEEuo/s1600-h/DSCN0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnsWL9M4OI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ch4Oi3IEEuo/s320/DSCN0398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258493905842528482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPns4zYIGrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uw-JmPc5a3o/s1600-h/DSCN0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPns4zYIGrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uw-JmPc5a3o/s320/DSCN0401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258494500539996850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. distorted -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPntbuArFXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kENcr5Xbhbw/s1600-h/DSCN0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPntbuArFXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kENcr5Xbhbw/s320/DSCN0406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258495100394870130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stairs at tc block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnuK19S6iI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wlFQkJb-6MY/s1600-h/DSCN0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnuK19S6iI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wlFQkJb-6MY/s320/DSCN0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258495909982038562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to height :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnuxGg3-AI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/K_YJlv_4_yI/s1600-h/DSCN0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnuxGg3-AI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/K_YJlv_4_yI/s320/DSCN0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258496567261263874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our newly discovered doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnvXBGFP_I/AAAAAAAAARA/6-vFD-5ajrY/s1600-h/DSCN0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnvXBGFP_I/AAAAAAAAARA/6-vFD-5ajrY/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258497218641739762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee last photo of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnv85Tf8tI/AAAAAAAAARI/7ChJfgV67vo/s1600-h/DSCN0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnv85Tf8tI/AAAAAAAAARI/7ChJfgV67vo/s320/DSCN0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258497869385560786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with thanks to minghan, our photographer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now for graduation photos.&lt;br /&gt;the whole asssembly was pretty dull and boring. so i ended up word gaming with mg and mel as usual. but finally it was photo time! it's quite sad when some people walked off. And it really appeared as though they weren't interested in taking any photos with the class at all. but maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;so anws, we took quite a few photos in the hall (:&lt;br /&gt;just a few, cause i only have a few photos now, and also because ive alr uploaded alot and im lazy to upload much more. maybe if im in the mood next time, i'll upload those taken with mel's cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class photo!&lt;br /&gt;well not really, but that was the most number of people we could find.&lt;br /&gt;but it's still a happy photo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnxZctUwhI/AAAAAAAAARw/v3odo7y_LXI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnxZctUwhI/AAAAAAAAARw/v3odo7y_LXI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499459437085202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL'S photo.&lt;br /&gt;But yixuan was so high, that he came over and took the picture with us anws haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnxZo1pFsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uKI9sUx4Ckc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnxZo1pFsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uKI9sUx4Ckc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499462693197506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, such a cute photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnwvgWWZbI/AAAAAAAAARg/V0-bDx23ypY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnwvgWWZbI/AAAAAAAAARg/V0-bDx23ypY/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498738859959730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be a photo with the class genius, jiaxiang, but marc and fathullah jumped in too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnwv3oBSKI/AAAAAAAAARo/_HyFV7GNbtc/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnwv3oBSKI/AAAAAAAAARo/_HyFV7GNbtc/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498745108088994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;oh no i think i uploaded alot of photos &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6640469591267364825?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6640469591267364825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6640469591267364825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6640469591267364825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6640469591267364825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/10/woohooo-im-blogging-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPnrPLjwX1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6_tfpT4Jtt0/s72-c/DSCN0389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8034478523488220902</id><published>2008-10-14T17:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:52:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;But this time im blogging photos too (:&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about saturday's 4i/'06 class gathering at penyi's place.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun haha... more fun than what i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;I met wenling at the bus interchange so we took the bus tgt.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was late as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as we stepped into the function room, we splitted into groups, settled at a space and began to play cards -.-&lt;br /&gt;picture of me and yvonne while we were playing hearts with weienn and kn. That was like the only nice photo i took that day, the rest were -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRkvyJisFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/m1yK_5pwR30/s1600-h/IMG_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRkvyJisFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/m1yK_5pwR30/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256937437126635602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okayyy someone was using yv's cam to take a photo of me taking a photo of part of the class who were playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRlLEvp7mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sueuoWrhZ7Y/s1600-h/CIMG4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRlLEvp7mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sueuoWrhZ7Y/s320/CIMG4171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256937905974799970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after playing a gamer of hearts, i went to "explore" the condo with kn yv and wl, where we found that the pool area was huge and really nice! so totally unlike my house &gt;.&lt; since me and yv were wearing short, we waded into the pool and took photos.&lt;br /&gt;looks at yv's face. it'll take u awhile to trust her not to push u into the pool right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmHxcisnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bYrPJ0R7pMw/s1600-h/CIMG4180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmHxcisnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bYrPJ0R7pMw/s320/CIMG4180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256938948766380658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmHx3n0BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nO7QNjt3TNk/s1600-h/CIMG4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmHx3n0BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nO7QNjt3TNk/s320/CIMG4181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256938948879962130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmIAJvLrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/04SqZ2lGKjY/s1600-h/CIMG4182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmIAJvLrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/04SqZ2lGKjY/s320/CIMG4182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256938952714038962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmIDHBkDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/40cqDcNkK4w/s1600-h/CIMG4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmIDHBkDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/40cqDcNkK4w/s320/CIMG4183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256938953507967026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this looks like some emo shot, i didn't even know it was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmar-MldI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DUpNOCqDitU/s1600-h/CIMG4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRmar-MldI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DUpNOCqDitU/s320/CIMG4190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256939273714439634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to play tennis after that, where we hit so many balls over the net into the greenery. the REALLY THICK greenery. haha okay im exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;here's yv's expedition into the jungle to pick up the tennis balls.&lt;br /&gt;spot yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRnAazEydI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2fZAz2YZFKA/s1600-h/CIMG4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRnAazEydI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2fZAz2YZFKA/s320/CIMG4197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256939921939417554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then engkwan came and it became a game between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRnnTBKKOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0EYsG_pGPRY/s1600-h/CIMG4211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRnnTBKKOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0EYsG_pGPRY/s320/CIMG4211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256940589865904354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRnnZyoFiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HrvNoectHTg/s1600-h/CIMG4210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRnnZyoFiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HrvNoectHTg/s320/CIMG4210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256940591683999266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally after returning to the function room, just before we began snacking on anabel's really tasty and awesome cheese cake, we took class photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRoCRqSXxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E401nSxHKIE/s1600-h/CIMG4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRoCRqSXxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E401nSxHKIE/s320/CIMG4260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256941053358006034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and finally, we had to vacate the function room for it was booked during the evening time slot.&lt;br /&gt;And we retreated to the tennis courts.&lt;br /&gt;i chose this odd photo, because if u look carefully, u can see frisbee on the right, tennis on the top left, and cards on the bottom oO all in the same court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRpGl7TypI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8XT5fwIZmp4/s1600-h/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRpGl7TypI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8XT5fwIZmp4/s320/IMG_2115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256942227029215890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not surprising zhenda got hit by the tennis ball on the back of his head while playing cards and that the frisbee and tennis ball kept crossing paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im awfully lazy to upload anymore photos.&lt;br /&gt;well since this is already such a super duper-ly long post, i shall continue blogging about today.&lt;br /&gt;So much for last week being the last day of school. I ended up going to school today again, and ill still have to for tmr, the day after and on friday.&lt;br /&gt;so i spent the day in school today at 3 consultations for 3 different subjects and for extra chem lesson.&lt;br /&gt;And meigui drove me nuts with her conversation (to and by herself -.-) taken right out of the allswell advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;"there are no preservatives or artificial flavoring"&lt;br /&gt;haha... but we all kept laughing at the stupidity of it anws.&lt;br /&gt;Then for the first time, i walked REALLY QUICKLY home. but i still got caught in the heavy rain :(&lt;br /&gt;im sad because my physics tys got a lil wet despite my attempt to cover it with my plastic file. can you believe it? i sound like i care for physics haha... okay, im just sad for the book.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an odd person.&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i think i hang out too much with my weird classmates. like the one who repeats the allswell commercial a 50 times in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8034478523488220902?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8034478523488220902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8034478523488220902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8034478523488220902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8034478523488220902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/10/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SPRkvyJisFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/m1yK_5pwR30/s72-c/IMG_2105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1574336797149151579</id><published>2008-10-10T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:17:50.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohooo another boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so amazingly fine today!&lt;br /&gt;The breeze was overwhelmingly warm, and the glorious sun was baking us humans like tarts in an oven. like wow, you didn't need the rain to feel like ure soaked wet too.&lt;br /&gt;I went school today in the morning, and i was so tired, that after studying in the library for sometime (where me and mel found some of the class guys), i ended up sleeping with my head on my arms in the table. the school library was cold and nice.&lt;br /&gt;So i spent the whole day at school, and left at around 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the wonderful weather, i waited 20 whole bloody long minutes for 171 to come, so i wouldn't have to climb TWO overhead bridges just to get home.&lt;br /&gt;And shortly after i got off the bus, i saw...&lt;br /&gt;kailin!&lt;br /&gt;and her mom. right outside bpp. well we talked for like 2 minutes under the scorching sun while the traffic lights refused to let us cross and get under some shade. Kailin said she isn't going the class outing tmr =(&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who will be going. I hope pple won't pangseh again. and it's almost eight but ive yet to decide what food to bring for the potluck tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel &gt;.&lt; cause another one of my nails chipped off and plucking the guitar strings is sounding more muffled than ever because the nails are too short. but who really cares about whether my nail is chipped off anws haha...&lt;br /&gt;i bet ure scanning through half the stuff i am typing here.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall blog about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school yesterday again (woohooo) for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;And my chem tcher was... -.-&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting in the classroom with jy, mg and mel when mr wee came in, the usual smile on his face, and shooed us to the other class.&lt;br /&gt;And while there was some confusion while we were transferring classrooms, i heard another chem teacher asking mr wee "so why are you here?" in a funny manner. and it was so obvious my tcher was trying to slack off from doing anything -.-&lt;br /&gt;finally, he decided to take the bunch of us and a few other students. And just before he brought us back into the other classroom, he asked the other chem teacher whether he had any markers to spare.&lt;br /&gt;-______________________-&lt;br /&gt;and we began laughing because he OBVIOUSLY had no intention to teach anything at all and wanted to slack off his free time in the school. He didn't even bring any teaching materials. In the classroom, he told us to write our names down for attendance.&lt;br /&gt;He left the paper behind in the classroom when he left -.-&lt;br /&gt;haha but yea, it was funny, and it's not like i didn't learn anything.&lt;br /&gt;So me mel and mg went to the oasis, where we began to play the word game AGAIN. and somehow i keep losing to both of them. But combined with mg, we both beat melissa the pro :D&lt;br /&gt;we're such cheaterbugs.&lt;br /&gt;Peter joined us shortly after. and that was when mg decided to eat sushi buffet and went to find minghan to eat sushi with -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sushi. sushi. sushi. sushi. sushi. sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we thought about it, talked about it, and decided to go eat sushi ourselves. we went amk to eat and it was pretty fun :D&lt;br /&gt;especially since nice peter paid for the meal and forgot to take the money back from us before leaving. haha okay so we'll pay him back soon.&lt;br /&gt;went over to amk hub to shop for a friend's present with mel and we ended up going to all the shops selling the cute but REALLY expensive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;touched every single object in the shop, and left without buying anything haha...&lt;br /&gt;then we finally went home.&lt;br /&gt;Well, 23 days left and so much for studying &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh come to think of it, what a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a waste that i forgot to take at least one photo at suki sushi while we ate.&lt;br /&gt;you didn't expect me to say "what a waste i could have gone home to study!" did you haha...&lt;br /&gt;okay this is one of those days where im annoying chirpy.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i can't stand it myself when im annoying chirpy -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1574336797149151579?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1574336797149151579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1574336797149151579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1574336797149151579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1574336797149151579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/10/woohooo-another-boring-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2359659662479649923</id><published>2008-10-03T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:44:50.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's there to say.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been in the best of moods, and i guess only a few people might as noticed. Okay, maybe it's not noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;But im not exactly in any place to say that i'm not in the best of moods.&lt;br /&gt;i guess there are some things, that cannot be left on it's own for too long, because before you know it, it'll disappear, and it'll be impossible to pick from from where you once were.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, if you try, perhaps things will all fall into place, but as much as i tried, perhaps it wasn't hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im a really terrible person sometimes, and perhaps some people will tell me i'm not, because that's what people say when u tell declare yourself horrible.&lt;br /&gt;well, putting these things aside, i've been watching alot of this korean show on youtube and kbs world lately. it's really funny, and i doubt anyone will understand why i even watch it when i try to explain to them -.-&lt;br /&gt;but it's like something that makes me laugh at the end of each day.&lt;br /&gt;tt's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;i've ended up with a new craze over korean songs and am listening to them alongside my favourite japanese songs by mr.children. it can be annoying frustrating to not understand what the songs are about because they are in a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i can choose a special power, id choose the ability to speak write and understand as many languages as i want haha... like a computer, just click and install.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i guess if ure reading this you wouldn't be interested at all about all this rubbish im speaking of.&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i don't even know what rubbish im typing.&lt;br /&gt;oh, my computer internet is working again!&lt;br /&gt;so im back to using my computer instead of my mom or dad's. finally i'll have all my documents in one computer &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and instead of spending my time wisely, and studying and doing more work over the remaining miserable month left till the As, i ended up updating my geocities pages, with my song lyrics. added another three songs which i wrote these few months.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if at this time next year, id be sitting at the same seat in the dining room, facing my computer, and blogging on how i don't know what to do because i didn't into a university. that'll be really awful :(&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps id be blogging how busy the school term is.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it time to begin studying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2359659662479649923?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2359659662479649923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2359659662479649923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2359659662479649923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2359659662479649923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-there-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-4138758031490987245</id><published>2008-09-27T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:27:39.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... i don't know what to blog, but I haven't blogged in ages, and i really should blog before my blog rots.&lt;br /&gt;the week is pretty eventful, but nothing i'd wanna blog.&lt;br /&gt;Just glad that at least one friend cheered up (:&lt;br /&gt;anws, i didn't blog this but i went to the airport to study last friday, after meigui made it out to be so nice. And it is nice! just don't get cheated if you see this art installment like a flower, that claims it'll move if u approach it.&lt;br /&gt;and yea, i saw a nice sunset (:&lt;br /&gt;well, i completed another song again this week.&lt;br /&gt;i might change the melody and even the lyrics, but so far it goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outer space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like from outerspace&lt;br /&gt;you took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;dreamt of us again&lt;br /&gt;never felt more alive&lt;br /&gt;we might have seen the world and played like there is no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but then i wake and fresh tears began to flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the universe&lt;br /&gt;my love began to grow&lt;br /&gt;it's unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;if i took you on a journey far away from home&lt;br /&gt;would you finally notice me when we're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me higher&lt;br /&gt;we'll run away&lt;br /&gt;hold me tighter&lt;br /&gt;but now i cannot even reach your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me shape your galaxy&lt;br /&gt;bring me to dance among the stars&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;like from outer space&lt;br /&gt;love you're a star from outer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;a wondrous sight to see&lt;br /&gt;all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;won't you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;if i pretended i was someone else you did not know&lt;br /&gt;would you realize and tell me not to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the stars above&lt;br /&gt;falling down to earth&lt;br /&gt;made a wish of you&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to love&lt;br /&gt;if you are just a dream that's taken when the sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;i would race across the world to stop you leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;the stars in the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;you shine&lt;br /&gt;so amazing&lt;br /&gt;tonight we'll fly across the milky way&lt;br /&gt;so far away&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wrote another song a couple of week ago, but it wasn't very nice =/&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall blog about last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library to study with kn, yv and william. and so william was showing us this pretty hard econs essay qn.&lt;br /&gt;yv: "so hard!"&lt;br /&gt;wil: (excitedly) "yea, the question is hard right!"&lt;br /&gt;yv: "i was talking about your handwriting very hard to read."&lt;br /&gt;yea. then yv kept insulting all of our handwritings -.-&lt;br /&gt;mustn't lose another game of hearts to them again.&lt;br /&gt;oh no i've ran out of things to blog. my blog entries are all so short nowadays haha...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-4138758031490987245?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/4138758031490987245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=4138758031490987245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4138758031490987245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4138758031490987245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-5355492763439499011</id><published>2008-09-11T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:50:01.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My third and last fish finally passed away a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I guess only few can understand why i cried when my pet fish died.&lt;br /&gt;I kept my 3 fishes for about 7 years since they were given birth to and 2 of them left last year.&lt;br /&gt;My fish had a tumor and my sister and i decided to put him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he is happy now at rainbow bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on a happier note, prelims are over (:&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm going to do really badly, so i guess it's really time to start studying for the A levels. A little at a time, I do hope i get to where I wanna be in future.&lt;br /&gt;I already am planning what to do during the long long holidays though!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;I went out yesterday after the chemistry paper with mg mel serene hj and marc.&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at suki sushi! I don't have the group photo we took there though.&lt;br /&gt;We order a couple of things directly from the pple working there cause the things weren't on the conveyor belt and this 2 girls kept coming together.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus asked "why do they come in pairs"&lt;br /&gt;Someone replied "Cause one is a trainee"&lt;br /&gt;Then marcus said "i was talking about the sushi"&lt;br /&gt;-________________-&lt;br /&gt;then as usual, hj jumped into this logical explanation behind the sushi doubles while we simply went on eating.&lt;br /&gt;We all talked about really random stuff too, like the things we had and played when we were younger.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that people draw watches on their hands when they were in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;I don't rmb ever doing that to my hand -_-&lt;br /&gt;but the funniest thing is erasing and changing the time according to the clock in the classroom oO&lt;br /&gt;well after eating, we went to the 9th level (as usual) and phothunted. Then we discovered this other really fun game!&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the name, something about finding words in this pool of letters.&lt;br /&gt;And we kept putting our name as &lt;em&gt;we won omg&lt;/em&gt; when we didn't win the &lt;em&gt;omg hugs oh&lt;/em&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;then we played this rly dumb game theat require all of us to frantically poke the puffer fish on the screen so it won't drop into the water. At one point we all kept laughing and abandoned mg to poke the fish on her own.&lt;br /&gt;must have looked dumb. Imagine a group of 6 pple crowding around the machine and poking and shouting at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to the miniature soccer thingy. Don't know what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;We had 4 girls on one side and 2 guys on the other, but we kind of got trashed by them -.-&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided that there really wasn't anything to do. Must have spent a couple of hours playing all the games and feeding the machines with money. I left with serene to take the bus and we went and walked around at taka again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SMk8IGcIthI/AAAAAAAAANw/4K5-DnxjGQQ/s1600-h/P100908_17.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SMk8IGcIthI/AAAAAAAAANw/4K5-DnxjGQQ/s320/P100908_17.24.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244789350914897426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how cute is that stufftoy(: sadly it costs 70bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Think the workers there hate me and serene cause we kept touching everything and then leaving without buying -.-&lt;br /&gt;yeap then we took the long 171 journey home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no i need to quickly make plans to go out at least once or do something this wkend else i'd be rotting the wkend away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I've ran out of things to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-5355492763439499011?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/5355492763439499011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=5355492763439499011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5355492763439499011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5355492763439499011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-third-and-last-fish-finally-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SMk8IGcIthI/AAAAAAAAANw/4K5-DnxjGQQ/s72-c/P100908_17.24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1165541793440002817</id><published>2008-08-31T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:27:09.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the zoo on saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;The night safari to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take much photos because it was way too dark everywhere for anything to be taken!&lt;br /&gt;So anws, my sister drove us there :D&lt;br /&gt;we ate at bongo burgers and then rushed all around the place to beat the 12mn closing hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuwQKEJBzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BwRd5HCuuxE/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuwQKEJBzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BwRd5HCuuxE/s320/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240976383001823026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;We managed to see Chawang the elephant and Manny the elusive anteater. He's always hiding when pple are around so we only managed to catch a glimpse of him before he disappeared into the bushes when the tram came closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;We also saw MUGGERS. oh yes, the huge crocodile like reptiles are called muggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLu0IFpOvxI/AAAAAAAAANo/33Xz7aZZSQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLu0IFpOvxI/AAAAAAAAANo/33Xz7aZZSQQ/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240980642422767378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like logs, and didn't move the whole time we were at tt exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;Must have stoned too much while mugging :D&lt;br /&gt;(omg i can't believe i said such a lame thing -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Then at the night show, there were really cute binturongs! I like the binturongs. Wish i can hold them (: Seems pretty fun to be a zookeeper haha...&lt;br /&gt;And there was an otter called Felix.&lt;br /&gt;OH. i was taking the tram when i overheard this conversation this woman and her son had behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tram stops, people walk across the track in front of the tram]&lt;br /&gt;kid: why did the tram stop?&lt;br /&gt;woman: Because there's a zebra crossing.&lt;br /&gt;kid: where's the zebra? I cannot see the zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oO&lt;br /&gt;yea the kid really thought there was a zebra -___-&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we did see a zebra and went within a metre of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuxj4HW3rI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jzeT-UADbJ0/s1600-h/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuxj4HW3rI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jzeT-UADbJ0/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240977821292486322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even sat on it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuxj4fa--I/AAAAAAAAAM4/GiBkRv_xkRU/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuxj4fa--I/AAAAAAAAAM4/GiBkRv_xkRU/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240977821393419234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay so there weren't any zebras at the night safari.&lt;br /&gt;But there was this wonderful ulu ulu restaurant there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzMRL4pKI/AAAAAAAAANA/tWqUtGoL0ps/s1600-h/IMG_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzMRL4pKI/AAAAAAAAANA/tWqUtGoL0ps/s320/IMG_1999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240979614728758434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was so reasonably priced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzMqm1eXI/AAAAAAAAANI/Y_Y9_tsBzpQ/s1600-h/IMG_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzMqm1eXI/AAAAAAAAANI/Y_Y9_tsBzpQ/s320/IMG_2012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240979621552683378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzMidt5QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Jz-vUxItkCo/s1600-h/IMG_2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzMidt5QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Jz-vUxItkCo/s320/IMG_2013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240979619366954242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzMgyiZNI/AAAAAAAAANY/kyNiBxrsVkY/s1600-h/IMG_2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzMgyiZNI/AAAAAAAAANY/kyNiBxrsVkY/s320/IMG_2014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240979618917410002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzM_tqd5I/AAAAAAAAANg/3IU1jQBfQbI/s1600-h/IMG_2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuzM_tqd5I/AAAAAAAAANg/3IU1jQBfQbI/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240979627218466706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much is all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll have cake photos to post next time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1165541793440002817?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1165541793440002817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1165541793440002817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1165541793440002817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1165541793440002817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-went-to-zoo-on-saturday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SLuwQKEJBzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BwRd5HCuuxE/s72-c/IMG_1987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6518940157305829921</id><published>2008-08-28T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:41:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nope, no photos today.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been baking.&lt;br /&gt;Been "studying".&lt;br /&gt;Feel so disappointed with my math paper. Oh wells, been upset over the past few days, and it's cause i didn't. How can i expect good results from something i didn't put effort into!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Went to macs ytd to eat breakfast with hq pc and zx.&lt;br /&gt;I love macs breakfast :D&lt;br /&gt;Then i went out today after math paper2 to cine with mg mel yx serene and hj.&lt;br /&gt;To play photohunt and try to beat the annoying guy (or girl or group) that keeps topping the scored charts in almot all the machines there -.-&lt;br /&gt;We managed to make it all the up to 2nd place only today TT&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch the movie, &lt;em&gt;hunting party&lt;/em&gt;, after that, where marcus and minghan joined us. WOW yes, my first m18 movie -.-&lt;br /&gt;left with serene after that to take the bus home, where i ended up buying pretzels and popcorn. The nice caramel one from orange julius (:&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by kinokuniya too.&lt;br /&gt;TT&lt;br /&gt;so many nice architechure books that i can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;I spent over 20bucks in just one day.&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling tired and don't quite know what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;unlike pple called meigui, i don't watch movies the day before a prelim paper. I don't go to cine so often that i know almost every small change that occurs there.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, i barely have a life TT&lt;br /&gt;but well the september holidays are here, and the prelims are over! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, so i still have phy and chem papers after the holidays, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are over! :D&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tmr will be a fun day too and I'll have more to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;oh no im so sleepy that im getting so random.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6518940157305829921?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6518940157305829921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6518940157305829921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6518940157305829921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6518940157305829921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/08/nope-no-photos-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-4001756355332018925</id><published>2008-08-09T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:16:00.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally changed my blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;Spent so much time browsing skins online when i really should be studying for my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old blogskin :(&lt;br /&gt;there's something about it that made me choose that skin without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't edit the html then either.&lt;br /&gt;But im happy with this new blogskin too (:&lt;br /&gt;html is messy, but i've finally edited it the way i want it to look.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only worried the light and bright blue will burn everyone's eyes out &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, im not the one reading it anws hehe&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-4001756355332018925?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/4001756355332018925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=4001756355332018925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4001756355332018925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4001756355332018925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-finally-changed-my-blogskin-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8522465080512625409</id><published>2008-08-08T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:50:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in ages.&lt;br /&gt;with my computer unable to connect with the internet and all that, plus my laziness to get anything written.&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing much has happened anws.&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun though (:&lt;br /&gt;went to national day celebrations in school and it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;It was simply BLOODY HOT under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I took 2 bubble bottles and played them with my sister at the balcony earlier.&lt;br /&gt;i love bubbles :D&lt;br /&gt;Well back to today.&lt;br /&gt;I went all the way to cine just to play photohunt with the usual mg yx and mel. serene ahmah came too. Ahh we just cannot photohunt without her (:&lt;br /&gt;in the end, yixuan and felix joined us too cause we all somehow managed to squeeze into the same 171.&lt;br /&gt;we ate at subway before tt!&lt;br /&gt;and OMG only me mg and yx ate at subway before.&lt;br /&gt;how amusing.&lt;br /&gt;we got into the highscores 5 times! after which we finally decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;took the long mrt journey home, because i didn't know where to take 700 from =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i haven't been baking much lately.&lt;br /&gt;and when i did, i baked too small amounts and they were gone by the day after. i baked egg tarts! but my sis and i baked them before, so no photos &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;here's our choc tarts (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SJxcLiBbpZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tWCWnvNUZoM/s1600-h/IMG_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SJxcLiBbpZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tWCWnvNUZoM/s320/IMG_1754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232158220278801810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, quite a few things have happened. Like the cip i felt i was cheated into going. But im just too lazy to blog about them, and even lazier to post photos.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. is it that hard to keep a blog alive?&lt;br /&gt;I've been browsing alot of blogskis earlier trying to find a new one, because i REALLY need a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;But as you can see, it's still the same skin.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8522465080512625409?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8522465080512625409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8522465080512625409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8522465080512625409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8522465080512625409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/08/havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SJxcLiBbpZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tWCWnvNUZoM/s72-c/IMG_1754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6062079031432908442</id><published>2008-07-18T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:03:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;what shall i blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happy happened.&lt;br /&gt;No happy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;No happy news.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;don't quite feel like blogging about today too.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the nlb book sale with my sister at expo.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i didnt see mel there!&lt;br /&gt;then went bugis just to eat yoshinoya which i have been deprived of for many months.&lt;br /&gt;then took a REALLY LONG bus journey home.&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell asleep while standing oO&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i almost do, my left knee gives way. lucky the bus was moving so it didn't seem abnormal -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noooo, i really don't know what to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6062079031432908442?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6062079031432908442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6062079031432908442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6062079031432908442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6062079031432908442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-4460288537969598203</id><published>2008-06-27T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:57:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm... what's there to blog.&lt;br /&gt;let's begin with my disappointing results.&lt;br /&gt;BBDUU.&lt;br /&gt;guess which subject is which urself.&lt;br /&gt;well, i shall post the photos i took at the birdpark with my mom and sis during the holidays here now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first arrived.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7SEVrtyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hUnmQR5TE6M/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7SEVrtyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hUnmQR5TE6M/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570556222781218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was huge! (well not as the ostriches) i liked it alot. can you believe it's real?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7Se3NSEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/P7WLuyVxAjs/s1600-h/IMG_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7Se3NSEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/P7WLuyVxAjs/s320/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570563342714946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried talking to him and he fell asleep =/ so cute.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7Sq9IoxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FJoldXypRi8/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7Sq9IoxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FJoldXypRi8/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570566588801810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flamingos!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7S_FFaKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tnPjBL_y9Mc/s1600-h/IMG_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7S_FFaKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tnPjBL_y9Mc/s320/IMG_1529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570571990853794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how grand.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7TdGaqBI/AAAAAAAAALA/vKXO8PvvJ3c/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7TdGaqBI/AAAAAAAAALA/vKXO8PvvJ3c/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570580049504274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbing yellow parrots (:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9WxiihMI/AAAAAAAAALI/SuycBLbRnpo/s1600-h/IMG_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9WxiihMI/AAAAAAAAALI/SuycBLbRnpo/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216572836099032258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing double.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9XG6qWoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Da8BHA2qcmU/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9XG6qWoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Da8BHA2qcmU/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216572841837353602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9XvYhCBI/AAAAAAAAALY/m5Lb-Kllr6Q/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9XvYhCBI/AAAAAAAAALY/m5Lb-Kllr6Q/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216572852699990034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite bird there! He kept following us along the fence. The females minded their own business though haha...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9YCFNFYI/AAAAAAAAALg/8ieG0yq7E3c/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9YCFNFYI/AAAAAAAAALg/8ieG0yq7E3c/s320/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216572857719264642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9YYLm9KI/AAAAAAAAALo/GvNJ43Uikuw/s1600-h/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT9YYLm9KI/AAAAAAAAALo/GvNJ43Uikuw/s320/IMG_1575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216572863651706018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lories at the lory loft were friendly (well, they expected food)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT-Z0grCcI/AAAAAAAAALw/lTRHrVOOHmk/s1600-h/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT-Z0grCcI/AAAAAAAAALw/lTRHrVOOHmk/s320/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216573987947743682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed attempt at self timer.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT-aFbnIdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2CkbuMUKYbY/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT-aFbnIdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2CkbuMUKYbY/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216573992489918930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i uploaded alot of pictures. with my face in it -.-&lt;br /&gt;there's alot more cute pictures but well, i think im boring you with the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i can't rmb what else i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;so I'll blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;school lasted HORRIBLY LONG even though it was the shortest day since there were no extra lessons today.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat at sakae after school with mel, yx, mg and hj.&lt;br /&gt;went to cine first where we played photohunt, and DRAGGED hj to take neoprints with us :D&lt;br /&gt;then we went from cine to heeren and finaly to parkmall in search of sakae suchi and sat there maybe 2-3 hours eating, laughing and playing guessing number games.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh the bus took so long to come and the journey was terribly long. and i didn't get a seat until the bus reached bukit panjang area =/&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;okay ive ran out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;maybe more pictures next time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-4460288537969598203?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/4460288537969598203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=4460288537969598203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4460288537969598203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4460288537969598203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SGT7SEVrtyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hUnmQR5TE6M/s72-c/IMG_1513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-9041359388560458339</id><published>2008-06-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:36:53.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so many things to blog, that i don't know what to blog first, and i think ill end up just skimming through everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'll begin with why i have not appeared on msn for more than 2 weeks and why i haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;my poor lappy had a hard disk problem, causing it to restart when im surfing the net and chatting on msn over and over again until i give up waiting for it to set up again. so i sent it for repair before i went for my holiday to bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;and when i came back from bangkok, i got my laptop back and realised that i cannot connect to the internet. that was week 2 of the holidays. and now, i STILL can't connect to the internet so im blogging on my dad's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;bangkok was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i bought alot of clothes and i went for hair treatment for less than 30bucks! which left my hair light, soft and smooth. it looked so nice and healthy :)&lt;br /&gt;but the effects have worn out already :(&lt;br /&gt;so i bought:&lt;br /&gt;3 shirts&lt;br /&gt;1 blouse&lt;br /&gt;1 overall&lt;br /&gt;3 shorts&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of heels&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of flats&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of slippers&lt;br /&gt;2 clips&lt;br /&gt;1 bag from naraya (it's a brand)&lt;br /&gt;1 puch from naraya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i haven't bought enough to replenish my stock of clothings and stuffs till the next time i return to bangkok, but the guilt for buying too many things was getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;anws, when i came home from bangkok, i finally wrote finish a new song.&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since i managed to write one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;Loving You So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head under water I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;you gave me air then turned to leave&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew&lt;br /&gt;nothing I breathe now feels the same&lt;br /&gt;dissatisfaction you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;and so I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if I'm growing old and I have no one that I can hold&lt;br /&gt;am I drowning in your air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;who are you to turn the insides of me out&lt;br /&gt;who are you to make me doubt what love's about&lt;br /&gt;why can't I free my mind of you&lt;br /&gt;how could I trust you not to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;even though you have already took it apart&lt;br /&gt;why do I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need direction in my life&lt;br /&gt;assurance that I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;so where are you&lt;br /&gt;just when I'm breathing right again&lt;br /&gt;you steal it all away right then&lt;br /&gt;I would wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didn't you leave&lt;br /&gt;I am drowning in your air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me breathe again&lt;br /&gt;so I say&lt;br /&gt;let me breathe again&lt;br /&gt;or would I&lt;br /&gt;rather drown in you&lt;br /&gt;rown in your air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;loving you so&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i actually got part of the tune before i went bangkok, but i couldn't fit in the lyrics. i guess my mind was pretty much in a mess and i didn't know what to write about. after the bangkok trip, i managed to get some lyrics down, getting inspiration from a drama i watched previously.&lt;br /&gt;i got pretty sick a few days after i came back from bangkok, just a common cold, but i felt terrible haha... all the coughing, blowing nose, and that feverish feeling. well point is, i finished the song on the day i got much better (:&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping on that very saturday with my sister and uncle and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to watch the njband concert with kn.&lt;br /&gt;kn told me she got tickets to aristal &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i really was too slow in getting them. stupid jx (the 4i one, not the 18 jiaxiang) said that there were still tickets being sold on the the day of aristal itself!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. the band concert was fun though (: the stage band part was the funniest. and the tix was cheaper this year too! met kl and ooooooh xxxx xxxx's boyfriend. haha for the first time since i heard about it.&lt;br /&gt;well after that saturday, i pretty much stoned the days and making a very good attempt to study microecons. my hw are all untouched yet and it's the last week already :(&lt;br /&gt;the third wk of the hols, thurs, i spent 3 hours, travelling to harbourfront, stoning, and then returning home. i spent the whole morning convincing myself i was going to have fun and went, but everything was basically disastrous. i feel pretty bad that i decided to go home and left kn there who was also upset the outing she planned was going badly. but i was already in a very bad mood. i wasted 2 hours of my sleeping time too :(&lt;br /&gt;but i don't regret leaving. because i didn't stay out the whole day, i could go see my grandmother in the evening till night. she was hospitalised about a week ago :(&lt;br /&gt;but my grandmother is probably able to come home tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;she's all better now.&lt;br /&gt;as for TODAY, i went to the BIRDPARK :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i went with my mom and sis.&lt;br /&gt;the pix aren't uploaded so i'll blog about it another time.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... my sister is going phuket with her friends this thurs and coming back only on monday, the first day sch reopens.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, she makes me feel like i have no life. she goes out for dinner, for a drink, for lunch, for fun.&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much stone at home hoping she'll come entertain me haha...&lt;br /&gt;well that's basically all i have to blog so far. oh, please pretend i blogged everything on the &lt;strong&gt;16th of june&lt;/strong&gt; because it's already past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-9041359388560458339?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/9041359388560458339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=9041359388560458339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/9041359388560458339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/9041359388560458339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-so-many-things-to-blog-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-7306257387764945646</id><published>2008-05-26T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:57:01.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY it's the lovely holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i feel pretty lazy to update much, but on the other hand, i feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;didn't sign in to msn today.&lt;br /&gt;but i spent more than 5 hours online watching crunchyroll &gt;.&lt; in between those times, i watched 2 hours of tv and took a 1h nap too.&lt;br /&gt;went out last week on thurs to pasir ris park (:&lt;br /&gt;i went there to cycle with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;yes i went cycling haha... and to think i woke up early just to travel there too. but i really enjoyed myself! especially since the exams have ended alr.&lt;br /&gt;met up at 10am at macs are white sands, made our way to the park, where there was a crazy swarm of lil kids in their school uniforms playing. and there were cycling and rollerblading like pros (much to mg's horror haha)&lt;br /&gt;so the bikes were all rented out and we ended up playing around at the big playground there. we sat on the swings and climbed the big spiderweb. or at least the guys climbed the big spiderweb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; this is funny :D oh i took the pix from mg's blog. it's hongjie, jiaxiang and minghan.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDmfOPkMYUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ljVpoKqLVeg/s1600-h/prp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDmfOPkMYUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ljVpoKqLVeg/s320/prp1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204365911448641858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for some reason, minghan went to pasir ris with us even though he only knew mg, but it was fun having him around too haha.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to eat lunch at macs [note this is the second time]&lt;br /&gt;and after a failed attempt to find the arcade so we could play photohunt, we finally went to rent the bikes. we cycled past a mini horse stable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;hj, jiaxiang, mg, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITSY (:&lt;/span&gt;, me, mel, marc.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDmgDfkMYVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wSyJO5lIJUQ/s1600-h/prp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDmgDfkMYVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wSyJO5lIJUQ/s320/prp2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204366826276675922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we tried to teach mg how to ride a bike. okay, so the guys did most of the job -.- haha... meigui was close to getting it right, but oh wells. we ended up going for a cycle tgt and mg took a ride on minghan's and jiaxiang's bike. too bad she didn't post photos of her screaming on jiaxiang's bike :D&lt;br /&gt;it's scary riding on his bike oO&lt;br /&gt;haha lucky i learnt how to ride a bike when i was young, so i didn't have to "suffer" the whole journey like mg ^^&lt;br /&gt;we all got pretty injured by the time the cycling session was over -__-&lt;br /&gt;i got my leg scratched and bruised when my leg got caught between the wheel and the metal bar on the bike when i was taking a ride on jiaxiang's bike (told you he was scary) haha... and i know mg is probably the most injured of all. she falls off a stationary bike, so yea, you can imagine &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to white sands.&lt;br /&gt;and after hanging out at the arcade there, which to our disappointment did not have photohunt, we went to macs to stone. [third time!]&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to order some food but of course no one wanted to move. so we spread out cards on the table. 2 was the smallest number and drawing the smallest number means buying the food.&lt;br /&gt;so we drew the cards. and poor hj got 3 so he had to buy the food.&lt;br /&gt;then we ate our food. and no one wanted to throw the food.&lt;br /&gt;so we picked cards again.&lt;br /&gt;and mg got 3 this time! we were laughing when i realised that hj was giving a very oO look and didn't flip over his card. then he flipped it to show us and HAHA he got a 2 :D&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall not laugh at him. he almost lost the one round of indian poker we played too though haha... but he changed his card.&lt;br /&gt;then we finally left for home.&lt;br /&gt;there was school the next day. pretty odd day to end the term. haha... wish i could feel happy about several things that happened that day, but then, somehow it doesn't feel right. i really am just tired.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. rushed home after the gate opened only to find in my disappointment tt my mom and sis has alr baked the cheese cake before i got home :(&lt;br /&gt;but it's a nice cake. shall upload the pix another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to today.&lt;br /&gt;went around reading blogs as usual. and find pple talking about outings with their new classes and others talking about friendships. then there are those entries with pretty ambiguous contents.&lt;br /&gt;i wondered how come im all set to go out with my classmates again to feast on sakae sushi. and somehow, what once seemed like agreements to meet up again with others seems pretty distant. i rmb when i used to go over to vivien's place, sometimes, just me, sometimes with a bunch of pple. and we would play cards, play with charkles, then retreat into the room to play and make music.&lt;br /&gt;seems like forever since that last happened.&lt;br /&gt;it seems different from meeting to go out, meeting in the school compound, meeting for a bday dinner. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells, i guess in life, we tend to say things like "let's do that soon", "let's talk again next time" or even "let's meet up soon" but don't rly make them happen. i think that not only do i hear such agreements often, but i also make them pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;wow it's been long since i typed something like that. must be tired. it's almost 2am alr! how long have i been typing this entry?&lt;br /&gt;didn't have much to look forward to at one point, but yay, the holidys are alr beginning to fill with such stuff (: like for one, im gonna go bangkok this friday and return on sunday ^^&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh the shopping i can do.&lt;br /&gt;all i hope, is that nothing ends in too much disappointment yea?&lt;br /&gt;after all i got rly sick the last time i went bangkok :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-7306257387764945646?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/7306257387764945646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=7306257387764945646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7306257387764945646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7306257387764945646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-its-lovely-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDmfOPkMYUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ljVpoKqLVeg/s72-c/prp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2204317370719877979</id><published>2008-05-21T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:20:08.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, CTs are over and somehow, it doesn't feel much different from how life is now, just that there is no longer a nagging guilt that is constantly annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong with my computer, cause it keeps hanging, then showing me a scary blue screen with words that i can barely read in time, and then restarting. and it tends to happen only when im on msn =(&lt;br /&gt;so that means that i can't sign in to msn and chat happily without feeling as though something terrible is going to happen to all the stuff that im doing on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;like typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;so im not risking it and im not online.&lt;br /&gt;feels like it's long overdue for me to get a new blogskin but im just too lazy to do so. but i like this and that's really just an excuse for my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;went to cine and ps with a couple of my classmates and i watched 死神の精度 [accuracy of death]. i thought it was a pretty sweet show, as in, it was nice and simple (:&lt;br /&gt;well tt's not the point, the guys watched ironman though. then we all had fun at photohunt, which the girls observed that guys pretty much suck at spotting differences haha...&lt;br /&gt;well, most of the pple went home and the remainder of us went to ps. we went spotlight and i was so excited to eat yoshinoya beef bowl! haha tt's one of my favourite food.&lt;br /&gt;but poor serene lost her wallet :(&lt;br /&gt;we tried to help her look but it wasn't anywhere. i guess i can understand her feeling so upset cause i once lost my pink wallet, which was given to me by my sis, in the rv school canteen and nv got it back.&lt;br /&gt;what's more, serene's ic was inside and from when i last looked, also had the tix to disneyland tokyo and universal studios tokyo inside ):&lt;br /&gt;i took the bus home with her as we both live in bp and i told her stories and discussed random things with her. gosh, i kinda suck at cheering pple up ):&lt;br /&gt;hope she feels better though.&lt;br /&gt;well, i went ikea today with my sis, and to my oO it was under renovation. and the restaurant with the awesome meatballs was closed :(&lt;br /&gt;at least i managed to buy hotdogs ^^&lt;br /&gt;things were still on sale though, and i bought 3 plates (to take nicer photos of my cakes with), 2 spatulas (to add on to the lonely one i have at home, also from ikea) and one glass bowl. don't ask why i got the translucent glass bowl. i liked it and it was only 90cents. tt's such an excuse to purchase such a random thing -.-&lt;br /&gt;then we went to eat with our uncle and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;tmr, i shall go cycling!&lt;br /&gt;tt's pretty random right.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe im gonna go cycle when i don't even like cycling and once told myself im not gonna cycle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;well, enough with my boring and random talking.&lt;br /&gt;pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;this looks so nice (:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HAH vivien, who said my pudding looked like dung last time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDQ7k4TCS3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-if-4tegJNg/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDQ7k4TCS3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-if-4tegJNg/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202848974293322610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this, is the cake my sister made for her friend's bday.&lt;br /&gt;too bad the caramel melted into nothing a short while after it was out of the fridge. shall have to figure out something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDQ8FoTCS4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9w6lN46P6ZY/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDQ8FoTCS4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9w6lN46P6ZY/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202849536934038402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, this is the durian cake my sis and i made for mothers' day for our mom, aunt, another aunt and our grandmother (:&lt;br /&gt;looks like a durian right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDQ8pYTCS5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iOVWkSgz7tk/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDQ8pYTCS5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iOVWkSgz7tk/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202850151114361746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no other pictures so far. i shall try making a fondant this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, it's made of 1kg of sugar!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, that's what makes cakes tasty right.&lt;br /&gt;happy cakes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. nothing much to talk about anymore and my comp's batt is running low again. im lazy to go get the charger as usual.&lt;br /&gt;hope i don't oversleep tmr =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2204317370719877979?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2204317370719877979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2204317370719877979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2204317370719877979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2204317370719877979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-cts-are-over-and-somehow-it-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SDQ7k4TCS3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-if-4tegJNg/s72-c/IMG_1347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1913650375266041228</id><published>2008-05-09T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:24:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my gp classroom has these really cute poster printed by the students pasted on the wall. and the url was on some of them.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to check the website out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRrIpzdXMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bodo13eS2Tk/s1600-h/loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRrIpzdXMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bodo13eS2Tk/s320/loneliness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198397666297208002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRrX5zdXNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xu4hEII2OeY/s1600-h/wishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRrX5zdXNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xu4hEII2OeY/s320/wishes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198397928290213074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRrtpzdXOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fpaglRHZrvo/s1600-h/tradition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRrtpzdXOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fpaglRHZrvo/s320/tradition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198398301952367842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRr3ZzdXPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H82R4XvelsA/s1600-h/mistakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRr3ZzdXPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H82R4XvelsA/s320/mistakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198398469456092402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRsAJzdXQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2jvwNnXDHVM/s1600-h/conformity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRsAJzdXQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2jvwNnXDHVM/s320/conformity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198398619779947778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRsO5zdXRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iT-xrFUrmkA/s1600-h/indifference.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRsO5zdXRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iT-xrFUrmkA/s320/indifference.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198398873183018258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt that these few were extra cute and amusing so i uploaded them here haha...&lt;br /&gt;do i sound bored?&lt;br /&gt;i better go continue doing math. which i have not touched for 10hours or so alr.&lt;br /&gt;so much for finishing up that practice paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1913650375266041228?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SCRrIpzdXMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bodo13eS2Tk/s72-c/loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2387711982120503527</id><published>2008-05-04T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:06:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't quite know why im blogging now when there isn't anything much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;i guess im just bored.&lt;br /&gt;since out of the 4 pple i usually talk to, 1 is doing her hw, and barely replying, one is gaming, one is offline, and one, who is also offline, is sitting opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, i talk to my sister even if we are only a metre apart.&lt;br /&gt;well, might as well start with what happened on saturday yea?&lt;br /&gt;saturday was college day (woohoo) and the school made the students go back in the late aftnn to act as audience or help out in other ways. but they are giving us monday off cause of it (:&lt;br /&gt;so anws, when it ended, i went out with my classmates to eat at bukit timah shopping centre pizza hut. after which we went to yixin's place to watch soccer and play cards. the dinner was nice cause we just sat there and laughed at the dumb stories and random things we were telling each other. and yx's house was really nice and cosy, and her dog was so cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;we played cards for almost 2hours oO&lt;br /&gt;and poor hj kept coming in last for almost all the loser daidee games we played. actually, we only played daidee other than the initial one game of slap jack haha...&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mg, i managed to scrape past the games being a "commoner". my strategy of every game now is to sit beside mg, let her win every game, and then ask her to help haha :D&lt;br /&gt;then it was finally 10pm and we went home (:&lt;br /&gt;it was fun even though all we did was play cards.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so now that the day's events are done, i don't know what to blog -.-&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i managed to get my hands on all the songs in the new secondhand serenade album! nice songs! ahhh how do pple write sings like that. haha im listening to his songs as im typing here.&lt;br /&gt;i really should be doing some work or study for my midyears that are only week away right? gosh, im so dumb not to be studying now.&lt;br /&gt;other than my math, i think im gonna do badly for everything else.&lt;br /&gt;well, off that depressing topic.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;friends are being upset over things that i don't know, and i wonder how i can cheer them up. i guess at least 2 of them have alr cheered up. or at least appear to be so. and i hope they really are, but not everyone is smiling yet right.&lt;br /&gt;really hope everyone smiles from within again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't come up with anything to blog, and i haven't been baking anything nice. ahhh i told mg (and mel overheard) i might bake brownies and bring on tues, but seems that there aren't enough ingredients, hope she won't be =/&lt;br /&gt;so point is, there aren't any pictures to make you pple want to reach into the screen and take a bite.&lt;br /&gt;another time i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since there is nothing to talk about, i shall talk about the &lt;/s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; weather. isn't it wonderfully hot and humid? -.-&lt;br /&gt;i even went to check the weather forcast to see how hot is it and it says 26-34 degree celcius oO&lt;br /&gt;what happened to freezing march.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness there's the invention of the aircon which i am sitting under right now. i love complaining that it is cold. esp when it is during such hot weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i better stop blogging &gt;.&lt; im bloggin alot of weird things now and i should stop before it gets worst. wonder what's wrong with me today haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2387711982120503527?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2387711982120503527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2387711982120503527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2387711982120503527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2387711982120503527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-quite-know-why-im-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8681971346396437566</id><published>2008-04-14T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:32:14.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish there was something i could put all the blame and unhappiness on.&lt;br /&gt;and i could hate it with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;and then maybe everything would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;i can say that I have hated before. but all ive felt was some anger that i cannot justify or do anything about, and it all boils down to my stupidity anws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in a good mood now.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i planned to blog about my happy friday on a saturday, but just when i thought tt my 18th bday was turning out really well, a simple twist past 12 ruined it all.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, i pretended everything was happy and nice again.&lt;br /&gt;cause tt's basically what makes everything turn out fine again right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in an especially bad mood now too, cause after a voice convo tt day, my comp hung, and ever since then, msn signs me in, but i can't change my status or even view the stupid list of names. and the window hangs.&lt;br /&gt;so i feel damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;well enough of my displeasure with msn.&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about a happy fri (:&lt;br /&gt;it first started with a boring school day.&lt;br /&gt;then i got back my pw results.&lt;br /&gt;and i got B. kind of strange cause it felt like the whole world ard me was celebrating their As but well, im pretty contented with my B. i thought i would get a C at first after all.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to tea party with mg, yx, mel and hj.&lt;br /&gt;played my first game of cluedo and decided that my brains just isn't smart enough for it. then pictionary :D&lt;br /&gt;fried mushrooms and the chicken was niiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;then it was back to school &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;for PHY REMEDIAL.&lt;br /&gt;and yea, as usual, i think alot of pple ponned the remedial but well, maybe it might help even though i might not notice it.&lt;br /&gt;then i opened the present from hq zx and pc. which pc bought from italy.&lt;br /&gt;the fact tt pc bought it makes u wanna raise ur eyebrows and frown right?&lt;br /&gt;so she bought me the most pointless thing EVER but well, it was really nice anws ^^&lt;br /&gt;it's rather pretty and i really appreciate the thought (:&lt;br /&gt;and zx has hidden her artistic talents for more than 18 years -.-&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to IMM and we dined at pepper lunch!&lt;br /&gt;huiqi, wenling, vivien, kahneng, germaine and zixin.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i was really distracted by thhis really cute cat that wandered around while we were eating. too bad i couldn't find it to pet it when we were leaving =/&lt;br /&gt;then we talked really long about all the nonsensical stuff and made our way back to je. i think we looked like we were drunk cause *ahem* some pple were singing while he rest of us trailed behind haha...&lt;br /&gt;then we met up with yvonne and took neoprints!&lt;br /&gt;as usual.&lt;br /&gt;then finally we went home.&lt;br /&gt;and when midnight came, my sister showed me my bday present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SANNSf9K8JI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UMguOzQb7d4/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SANNSf9K8JI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UMguOzQb7d4/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189076175871996050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty chocolate cake :D&lt;br /&gt;cake never fails to make me happy. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my aunt, uncle and sis on sat and had a nice family dinner at lemongrass at night.&lt;br /&gt;sunday was pc's concert day.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as bad as i thought, in fact i quite enjoyed it (:&lt;br /&gt;ate at macs with kn zx and hq after tt before going home.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;talking about this is cheering me up, but thinking about being unable to sign into msn is making me annoyed again -.-&lt;br /&gt;at this rate i'll nv be able to sign in.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna re-dl msn cause i'll lose all my emoticons and some settings too :(&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill have to find some way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go get some hw done now.&lt;br /&gt;since msn doesn't seem to like me anymore haha...&lt;br /&gt;tv seems to be a better option though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything else seems to be a better option actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8681971346396437566?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8681971346396437566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8681971346396437566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8681971346396437566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8681971346396437566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wish-there-was-something-i-could-put.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/SANNSf9K8JI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UMguOzQb7d4/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-5843091974387768450</id><published>2008-04-08T21:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:14:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a pretty queer day.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, i spent quite a few minutes contemplating the idea of skipping school. and also as usual, i got out of bed to prepare for school anws.&lt;br /&gt;i sort of spent the day grumbling to the people i was with about the extra physics lesson my tcher wanted to give today after school because it was half day, and i really didn't want to kill any more brain cells than i needed to.&lt;br /&gt;and so mdm khoo was late. and marcus came up with the idea of switching off the lights and fans to surprise mdm khoo when she comes and i was feeling -____- but then again it would be pretty amusing haha...&lt;br /&gt;and then in came a bday cake and for a moment, i was HUH.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i found out tt it was for celebrating the birthdays of april babies and i was one of the only blur person totally not expecting it!&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't rmb any surprises for my bday before :D&lt;br /&gt;ahhh and my chem tcher bluff the class. only a few pple knew the extra phy tutorial was part of the surprise haha..&lt;br /&gt;anws, in the next moment, the candles were blown and everyone was eating the cake. and a classmate ate 4 slices and another tried to discreetly eat the last piece which i later found out tt another classmate ended up not eating any because when he returned to class the last piece was alr in someone's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;then a bunch of guys came in with games (from the strategic games rm as usual) and i ended up playing loser daidee (again). dunno how many rounds of tt i played these 2 wks -.-&lt;br /&gt;too bad i had to go home early cause my parents are now in vietnam and my sis was at class the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;think i better do better in making cards and celebrating the bday's of the pple in my class -.-&lt;br /&gt;okay, as usual,&lt;br /&gt;CAKE and biscuit PICTURES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;looks filled up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t5gIapAGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bVpNGdSjyis/s1600-h/IMG_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t5gIapAGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bVpNGdSjyis/s320/IMG_1330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186872988769255522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think again. it's hollow in the middle hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t7H4apAHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Yxt8HP8T7KU/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t7H4apAHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Yxt8HP8T7KU/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186874771180683378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the tasty dark chocolate pudding with chocolate sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t79YapAII/AAAAAAAAAIc/bE3Fzmm3boU/s1600-h/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t79YapAII/AAAAAAAAAIc/bE3Fzmm3boU/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186875690303684738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another picture of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t8xIapAJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ag62gmARDyU/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t8xIapAJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ag62gmARDyU/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186876579361915026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being random, mnm made with m&amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t9LYapAKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JJFYfNa1Y8s/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t9LYapAKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JJFYfNa1Y8s/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186877030333481122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tt's it for this post (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-5843091974387768450?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/5843091974387768450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=5843091974387768450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5843091974387768450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5843091974387768450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-pretty-queer-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R_t5gIapAGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bVpNGdSjyis/s72-c/IMG_1330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3913902536680656504</id><published>2008-03-29T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:35:08.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.&lt;br /&gt;im blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;but i have nothing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;well, cake pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;strawberry cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R-5PK4apAEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t5Vxn23qD9o/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R-5PK4apAEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t5Vxn23qD9o/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183167269511430210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate pyramid cake&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R-5PYYapAFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Uck7Y_Qxfqk/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R-5PYYapAFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Uck7Y_Qxfqk/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183167501439664210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a little hard to see here, but the cross section of the second cake is a triangle.&lt;br /&gt;i went out today with my sis aunt and uncle.&lt;br /&gt;went to this super nice place for dinner. totally spoilt for choice there! there were so many restaurants (chinese, italian, western, jap, korean, vietnamese, french and probably more i didn't see or can't rmb) and i went into a lovely cake shop with lovely cakes. there were quite alot of bars there to choose from too for drinks and they were all pretty cool cause the deco and atmosphere was great :D&lt;br /&gt;well, i ended up dining at the cosy tcc there with the nice big and soft chairs, cause i haven't eaten there before and we didnt know what to eat anws.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun though (:&lt;br /&gt;ytd was zx's bday celebration,&lt;br /&gt;and today is zx's bday.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;went to pizza hut ytd anws, and i realised tt i haven't talked that much for a really long time. haven't exactly been socializing lately, have i. well it was fun. i was so tired and sleepy but i really had fun and hope zx had fun too (:&lt;br /&gt;it's sad that tmr's sunday. another week is gone, but the saddest part is that the school week is going to start again.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get anything done today either and i still intend to bake more tmr! the exams are in a month. ahhh how depressing just thinking about it, and how i need to begin studying and how my results are like now.&lt;br /&gt;so i shan't talk about it. which will make me think about it.&lt;br /&gt;vivien is at camp now, so i can't talk to vivien online this wkend.&lt;br /&gt;im saying such random things.&lt;br /&gt;rannndommmm.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been able to write songs since goodness knows when.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose im trying to hard to write &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; song but i really don't wanna write another song that i end up not liking.&lt;br /&gt;okay next random topic.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and i stared at the keyboard for 5min after i typed that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;well, end of blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3913902536680656504?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/3913902536680656504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=3913902536680656504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3913902536680656504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3913902536680656504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R-5PK4apAEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t5Vxn23qD9o/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1702723619950551411</id><published>2008-03-10T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:52:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i had all the money in the world and nothing to worry about, i'd fly to paris and learn how to bake really good cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;lemon cake with butter-lemon icing, topped off with almond pralines.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R9U7amoebqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FTAULL-M9Zk/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R9U7amoebqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FTAULL-M9Zk/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176108674965204642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna try something new tmr. test baking to see if it's edible.&lt;br /&gt;well, might as well enjoy my holidays more!&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, drinking a glass of bitter red wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1702723619950551411?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1702723619950551411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1702723619950551411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1702723619950551411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1702723619950551411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-had-all-money-in-world-and-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R9U7amoebqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FTAULL-M9Zk/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2374519017461411304</id><published>2008-02-24T21:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:44:57.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite alot of things have happened this few days (:&lt;br /&gt;well okay maybe not tt much but i had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;im feeling lazy to type in detail so i shall post more pictures instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was njc's annual road run on fri. haha i decided to go walk but i ended up running instead -.- so much for permanent mc. anws, i went to kap with my classmates and then to mel's place after tt. she has a rly nice cosy house :) played alot of dumb games and some cards. while at the other end of the room, was the majong grp.&lt;br /&gt;i actually had alot of fun tt day!&lt;br /&gt;haven't got the grp pix yet though so i can't post tt..&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't all the fun i had tt day.&lt;br /&gt;i PEELED a POMELO at night :D&lt;br /&gt;with my sister tt is. otherwise it wouldn't be fun would it haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the disection of a pomelo!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F19VI8ZlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KfyNok6hznE/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F19VI8ZlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KfyNok6hznE/s320/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170543543705167442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. okay tt was pretty random. but i laughed so much with my sis when we were peeling the pomelo and getting the edible bits out =)&lt;br /&gt;well enough of the pomelo. i went to the ZOO with my sis on sat! :D&lt;br /&gt;my sis drove us there haha... tt is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;we got our photo taken near the entrance&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F8GVI8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eECe27X0O44/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F8GVI8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/eECe27X0O44/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170550295393756770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw sheba and inuka the polar bears too (:&lt;br /&gt;and ah meng's family.&lt;br /&gt;walked almost the WHOLE zoo and it was tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; isn't this cute? it's real!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F9b1I8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hLR61hjGNDw/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F9b1I8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hLR61hjGNDw/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170551764272572018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange utans (:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F-j1I8ZoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A8s-Xkg9oUE/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F-j1I8ZoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/A8s-Xkg9oUE/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170553001223153282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute chimpanzee!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F_ZlI8ZpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GhBeu6e5Vp8/s1600-h/IMG_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F_ZlI8ZpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GhBeu6e5Vp8/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170553924641121938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes u wanna tug their tails&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F_0lI8ZqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xvkb34vwLvU/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F_0lI8ZqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xvkb34vwLvU/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170554388497589922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to think about&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8GAUVI8ZrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1MHj3E2gpdM/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8GAUVI8ZrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1MHj3E2gpdM/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170554933958436530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8GAs1I8ZsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XpXpEqQoOk0/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8GAs1I8ZsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XpXpEqQoOk0/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170555354865231554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manificent rhino&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8GBJFI8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VAoyPHw3RLI/s1600-h/IMG_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8GBJFI8ZtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VAoyPHw3RLI/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170555840196536018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used the timer (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8GBtFI8ZuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/avMVRUQrjaI/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8GBtFI8ZuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/avMVRUQrjaI/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170556458671826658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time it was night, i went to bongo burgers over at the night safari side for dinner with my sis, then after walking ard a bit more, ate bnj's :D&lt;br /&gt;tt's pretty much of it all (:&lt;br /&gt;haha the zoo was great. my sis and i are planning to visit the bird park and the night safari soon too!&lt;br /&gt;too bad tmr's a monday again :(&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2374519017461411304?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2374519017461411304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2374519017461411304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2374519017461411304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2374519017461411304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/02/quite-alot-of-things-have-happened-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/R8F19VI8ZlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KfyNok6hznE/s72-c/IMG_1215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2809669651323227673</id><published>2008-02-18T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:34:55.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHINGAY 2008&lt;/span&gt; parade of dreams is finally over (:&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty good experience.&lt;br /&gt;it was all terrible but yet there was some enjoyable bits. i might go for it again next yr!&lt;br /&gt;fri was kinda a mess. the crowd was uncontrollable so i just gave up on them.&lt;br /&gt;and yea, my grp members all have up on them too. it was just 7 of us against everybody in the picnic stands! by the time i reached home, it was already 1+ if i hadn't recalled wrongly. so i went to sleep knowing tt a terribly long day was coming up.&lt;br /&gt;saturday chingay parade was really fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i had another crowd control grp and usher grp helping at the walkway at the picnics stands (:&lt;br /&gt;haha the other crowd control grp had an even more miserable umber of 6.&lt;br /&gt;anws, the crowd was so obedient this time, that i sat in front of the barricades throughout the whole parade and watched it go by!&lt;br /&gt;the parade was awesome. my parents watching it home said it wasn't nice at all, but i guess u gotta be there to enjoy it. there were some nice old aunties performing, and also the small little kids. it was great seeing them perform so nicely after their hard work at practising.&lt;br /&gt;well back to the point. i was so near, i could feel the material of their costumes! but unfortunately, i was TOO near, tt i couldn't get any of the souvenirs that the performers were throwing out. there were those lovely GIGANTIC and colourful balloons too! wish i could have them! haha... oh wells, at least i have my volunteer tags and a great memory :)&lt;br /&gt;after the parade ended at my sector, the stretch along river angbao, everyone joined in the volunteer "procession" down the parade route follwing the parade. everyone was so high and so was i :D&lt;br /&gt;gosh the whistles were deafening.&lt;br /&gt;but my grp and some other grp got stopped halfway -.-&lt;br /&gt;they wanted us to form a human barricade cause they were gonna open a small road crossing, and the bunch of us waved and said bye enthusiastically and got even more high doing tt -.-&lt;br /&gt;even the crowds crossing also got high and waved bye back, especially the foreigners. it's really nice seeing them enjoy the singapore chingay parade ^^&lt;br /&gt;by the time i got home tt night, it was 12+ if i hadn't recalled wrongly..&lt;br /&gt;i pigged out as much as i could on sun, which in my opinion, really isn't enough =/&lt;br /&gt;but the wkend always feels good.&lt;br /&gt;well sadly, i didn't manage to take any photos during the parade, cause firstly, my hp cam memory is full, and secondly, we weren't suppose to take photos anws -.-&lt;br /&gt;ooh yes, i saw the f1 car. and the only word to describe it is "NOISY".&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;can't say i made any friends during chingay, but they are certainly pple id say hi to on the streets if we meet. that is is i even recognise them then! haha...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;really don't like going to school lately.&lt;br /&gt;just dont't feel like doing anything and there's nothing much to look forward to, but well, maybe something interesting will happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;i really should change my blogskin! but i can't seem to find anything i like.&lt;br /&gt;till then, ud all just have to stare at the brown-ness of the blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;brown is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2809669651323227673?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2809669651323227673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2809669651323227673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2809669651323227673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2809669651323227673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-4106976093602110875</id><published>2008-01-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:49:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im REALLY suppose to be doing my hw. but i felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;well since i can't finish m hw in time anws and am bound to get butchered by the tchers for it, i might as well enjoy myself a little more this sunday night. as a classmate said, i really don't wanna burn myself out, and according to a friend i made at chingay dreamteam, im obsessed with my hw -.-&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i signed up to be a gic (grp-in-charge) for tt, and i got in! i had a really terrible time on saturday when i first met my grp during training. i had to wake at 530 tt day! my grp was so unenthu and small =/ and i felt pretty much alone too. but as for today, i decided to be responsible and go for the 5h long flagraising (i know it's a sunday), even though i really wanted to stay at home and complete my hw.&lt;br /&gt;only TWO of my members came oO my dic (deputy ic) and 1 member. but because we were such a small grp, and we had to works in grps of 3s or 4s, we really bonded quite a bit. by the end of the day, we were pretty good friends. hope these 2 stay as friends that i don't lose within a month, cause i have alot of those =/&lt;br /&gt;im tired from all that standing and smiling and "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;excuse me, would you like to make a donation? Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;" in that chirpy voice with a smile. but in the end, i did enjoy myself a little with new friends. hmm.. i guess i can say tt i don't really regret turning up today! plus, i have 6 extra hours of cip cause i had to go earlier as gic.&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to chingay, cause tt'l be the first chingay i'll ever experience haha...&lt;br /&gt;oh, 2nd piece of news. i have lappy! but it's not really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;. haha it's my dad's but he got a new one so he let me use his old one. he's gonna take it back as backup if anything happens to the new one TT but yea, im glad i have a computer tt works fast now :)&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have nothing much to type anymore haha...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... school has been such a rush lately. i have so many bloody things to hand up next wk, and ive only completed... 5% of it? really gotta work hard this yr =/&lt;br /&gt;but yeap, i shall keep on moving, so everybody must jiayou too! i will survive this with a smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(and really bad eye circles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-4106976093602110875?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/4106976093602110875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=4106976093602110875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4106976093602110875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4106976093602110875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-really-suppose-to-be-doing-my-hw.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6392432929447207624</id><published>2008-01-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:06:11.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know why im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;ive been so tired lately, and i still have to wake up early in the morn tmr at 630, but here i am using the net, leaving my hw behind on my table. i miss the feeling where i can just sit down watch tv and not feel guilty, but it seems like i won't ever get to feel that until the A levels are over.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go for talent time with my classmates after all. Does it really seem like we don't care about this as much as you do? perhaps you think we're selfish for not speaking out what we really thought, but just so you know, i really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; didn't mind whether we chose to go for it or not. and just in case if you thought tt i rushed off that day because i didn't want to care, i really had to go cause my cca has already begun. and you know, maybe m and a didn't express their doubts about talent time directly to you because we were afraid you would get disappointed. seems like you still were in us anws.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... realised i almost got to a breaking point a few days ago late at night. couldn't find my damn vectors notes and i really wanted to study it and do my assignment. probably cause i was so tired and still had other work to do. in the end, i went to sleep in pretty much a hysterical state. lucky zixin could lend me her notes when i asked the next morning :)&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i feel bad for borrowing and hogging everyone's notes, esp pc's math holiday assignment haha... thank you for lending things to me anws!&lt;br /&gt;hmm... realised that alot of people are complaining about school lately. about the hw and the things we need to learn. it's kinda scary but yea. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i can't wait till the year is over.&lt;/span&gt; then it's party time!!! but tt's a long way away.&lt;br /&gt;find that i prefer hanging out "alone" in class. alone as in, with no fixed group. feels like i can't really fit cause when im quiet, im &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; quiet. of course when im in the talking mood i won't shut up, but im never in the talking mood with my classmates cause somehow, i just can't find a common topic to speak about. well point is, i guess i can't find someone who understands my quietness. haha tt's so pointless right? :D&lt;br /&gt;i admit, im crapping to fill up this entry.&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;font size= 1&gt;wahahaha. i wonder how many of you highlighted the above portion to see if there was a hidden msg :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. what's wrong with me -_-&lt;br /&gt;what a waste blog space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6392432929447207624?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6392432929447207624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6392432929447207624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6392432929447207624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6392432929447207624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-know-why-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2122904404827144437</id><published>2007-12-31T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:32:38.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long time. I'm not really interested in blogging about the holiday i had in bangkok and japan, cause there is simply too much to say. I guess i'll just keep them as a memory in my mind :)&lt;br /&gt;Im blogging now cause i thought that i should blog one last time before 2008 comes. Im actually really not looking forward to 2008. 2007 was such a bad year. of course many good and happy things happened too, but somehow, i rmb this year as really terrible! and 08 is going to be worst in terms of academics. I really don't look forward to it but time goes on whether or not i want it to. At least when next year ends, it'll feel like ive finally passed one of the biggest obstacle in life. Like the sort of relief i got when Os finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... my sister is out with her friends for the countdown and my parents are with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; friends for the countdown. im home now with my grandmother and my maid. spent the day wondering how i should spend the last hours of 2007 and i ended up concluding that i should do a blog post. haha... i did some packing just now and ended up messing up my room more than making it neater.&lt;br /&gt;but that's not really the point.&lt;br /&gt;well, more about this year.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i did alot of stupid things. and ive barely made it through the school year. ive lost 2 of my fishes this year too. Im only happy that at least my second fish didn't suffer or anything. perhaps it was a heart attack. Yes, fishes can get that too. but well, im sure they are living much better lives in animal heaven!&lt;br /&gt;haven't been replying many smses lately. i just leave the msgs there and when i finally rmb about them, it's already hours later and i feel simply too =/ to reply the msg. sorry if anyone feels :( that i didn't reply your sms.&lt;br /&gt;have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; been acting like a immature kid this year haha... i really hope i can be less like that little girl. I don't wanna depend too much on everybody i know, and just end up being an annoyance to all.&lt;br /&gt;rmb i said i was packing just now? i ended up looking through the class and cca photos of the four years in rv since it was resting at the location where i was going to keep something. then it suddenly occurred to me that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;, im no longer in rv. haha what a weird thought. esp since ive already left there for a whole year. i can't wait till im gone from njc! :)&lt;br /&gt;well, i got hooked onto some anime/manga this year too.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i only got hooked onto tsubasa chronicle and nana, and im currently watching saiunkoku monogatari. (what a long name) haha so as usual, i downloaded some songs from these shows that i watched, and i found this song that ended with this really nice sentence!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osoreru mono nado nai “anata ga iru kara”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which according to someone who translated it, means&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to fear, because you exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im probably the only person who thinks this is really nice, but that's cause the tune &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the lyrics make it sound so nice. haha somehow they sound so comforting.&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;ive this feeling im boring pple with all my nonsense again. haha no pictures, and not much details of my life.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope next year will turn out better. I really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wish im here blogging right now on this same date, except that it'll be 2008 in my wish. how nice it'll be! a long holiday ahead and no hw. speaking of which i have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; to do oO&lt;br /&gt;argggh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll end up doing it while people are partying at countdowns haha...&lt;br /&gt;people: "woohoo! 2008!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "woohoo! homework!"&lt;br /&gt;kk, back to talking about 2007 haha... this holiday, i think i really spent alot of time with my family, my sister, and ive nv spent a holiday at home so much before. but it's pretty nice, sleeping terribly late, waking terribly late, doing stupid things with my sister and the cycle repeats. (explains why my hw is not done yet)&lt;br /&gt;oh no. im blogging nonsense again -_-&lt;br /&gt;nonsense that probably bores you pple, but that's just v me to blog things like that right :)&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;happy new year peeps :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yea, i didn't set any resolutions for next year yet! i probably won't this year haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2122904404827144437?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2122904404827144437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2122904404827144437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it, is still incredibly foreign haha... the other half, is like a sense of emptiness. perhaps a lack of purpose. well, i guess it's time to begin something right?&lt;br /&gt;as i told viv, i want to begin something this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to waste away yet another 2 months of my life, and regret it when it is over. as much as i want something to happen, nothing will, unless i try to get something done. hmm.. sadly, i have yet to figure out what that something is.&lt;br /&gt;well, i shall briefly talk about the 07s18 bbq :)&lt;br /&gt;i actually had fun! for once, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the guys were the ones cooking and the girls were the ones playing&lt;/span&gt; cards, playing majong, and watching tv. didn't really do much tt night, but somehow, it was quite fun (:&lt;br /&gt;ytd night was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;steamboat at steffi's :D&lt;br /&gt;been quite a long time since i last saw 4i peeps. met up at 4 to buy food and all the other stuffs. when we finally reached stef's place, the guys sat down to play cards and the girls went to prepare the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(*ahem* comparing in progress...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but well, tt's how the 4i guys are.&lt;br /&gt;so ard 7, we began to eat :) the table we sat at to eat was cramped, and some of us were sharing seats, but it feels like one big family dinner still. it was especially funny when the (half-washed) beansprouts were partially poured into the soup and some pple were going oO cause either they don't eat veg, or don't trust rj's style of washing the breansprouts haha...&lt;br /&gt;then it was back to card playing while the pple with bigger stomachs began the 2nd round of steamboat-ing. everyone ended up split in different rms playing different games of cards. and yea, it's crazy playing daidee with ard 10 pple at the same time oO&lt;br /&gt;then vivien came ^^&lt;br /&gt;looking more brown than ever. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BROWN MONSTER&lt;/span&gt;. looks like i stoned more than u did when u came haha... too bad i couldn't stay over. ive never stayed over at anyone's place before! hopefully the next time will be at viv's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 3 4 7 8 9 13 14 15 17 19 22 25 26 27 28 29 30 36 37 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i didn't miss anyone out!&lt;br /&gt;alright, ive ran out of things to crap once again.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1008491574355947698?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1008491574355947698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1008491574355947698' title='0 Comments'/><link 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then i don't really give a damn. i only care tt it's over.&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to do tmr.&lt;br /&gt;then peter suggested going to the zoo. and for a moment, it seemed really fun, till i realise tt i gotta be at bishan by 7pm :( and then i begin to think of the price of the ticket. so ive decided to rot at home instead, and maybe help my mom make popiah.&lt;br /&gt;i have 4 msn conversations.&lt;br /&gt;and no one is replying me.&lt;br /&gt;especially vivien. don't know what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, im not in the baking mood either. not tt the kitchen would be free for me to bake cakes with tmr, with the popiah making and all that.&lt;br /&gt;i love homemade popiahs :D&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... really don't know what to do. feels like im wasting my life away, while people are going out tmr to have fun. well maybe not all, but am i the only one thinking tt i need to do something better than stone?&lt;br /&gt;wheee. vivien is finally replying me.&lt;br /&gt;ok, tt's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;there is no point in this blog entry. i think im so tired tt ive alr lost my mind. been so worried the whole day about presenting and all tt. not forgetting that a group member was sick and didn't turn up until an hour before our actual op time slot. to think of it, i think it was really hard on her to come down as unwell as she was. hope she gets well ^^&lt;br /&gt;hope there'll be a 4i class outing soon =/ i really miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;but thing is, we are all depending on someone else to do the planning and organising and whatever. everyone should have fun whether or not they feel they ought not to. no matter what the circumstances. i demand tt we all feel happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;a smile a day keeps the emo-ness away.&lt;br /&gt;ok, tt's really nonsense. but yea, im bored you see.&lt;br /&gt;i think ive repeated im bored more than 20 times alr, in msn convos and here.&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;even if i have sch, im bored.&lt;br /&gt;even if it's the holidays, im bored.&lt;br /&gt;and my sister is studying ALL DAY for some tests. i can't even do stupid things with her. then vivien is still in school. i can't shop for guitars with her too. then everyone else is going out with someone else, or else not someone i'd hang out with on a normal basis. then again, i don't have all day to stay out tmr anws.&lt;br /&gt;how can so many no-life pple not grp tgt to rid the no out of no-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i feel like im not blogging like myself today.&lt;br /&gt;must really be cause im super annoyed by my bored self right now.&lt;br /&gt;better go reply msn convos. now im the one not responding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6696479174075781855?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8202154313997997445</id><published>2007-10-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:42:54.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had this sudden urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;for once, i have 4 conversations, realplayer and blogger all open up on my comp at the same and still functioning quite smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;listening to alot of emo sounding songs now.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;just so a friend knows, i once thought tt i wouldn't find true friends in njc, but i find tt im wrong. because i think tt ure one of the friends i'll keep in life :)&lt;br /&gt;everyone is using the word "random" nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog on the word "random"&lt;br /&gt;i somehow feel that everytime someone blogs the word random, it either means that&lt;br /&gt;1 it really is random, or&lt;br /&gt;2 it has a meaning or expresses feelings behind it&lt;br /&gt;strange why it can be so hard to talk about some things to pple sometimes. there's this feeling of needing to release thoughts but it just doesn't seem possible to begin.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish friends will share with me what they are thinking, but perhaps this just means tt im a nosy person.&lt;br /&gt;lately, i find myself really missing the beginning of the year. i don't know what exactly im missing, but i know tt thinking of hanging out at viv's rm with a bunch of friends really brings back those warm feelings. more like, i really miss hanging out with vivien. i think im blogging the same thing every post haha...&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till i start on the "project" im setting out with my classmates. really hope it'll work out, it'll be so cool then :)&lt;br /&gt;just a side note here:&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard bloggin when ure talking to 4 pple online at a time, ur comp ia a lil laggy, and every now and then a new person tried to IM you.&lt;br /&gt;anws,&lt;br /&gt;i came up with a new motto!&lt;br /&gt;not tt i ever had one&lt;br /&gt;but i shall try to smile more :)&lt;br /&gt;the world needs more smiles, and frowning doesn't solve problems. maybe by smiling, things will go better. maybe by smiling, i can brighten up someone's day. maybe by smiling, ill feel better myself.&lt;br /&gt;yea, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should smile more.&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone who is not feeling too happy will smile too upon readin my spastic words (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=small&gt;oh yes, for those who wants to know, my total grade for the year is&lt;br /&gt;BCDEE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8202154313997997445?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8202154313997997445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8202154313997997445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8202154313997997445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8202154313997997445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-had-this-sudden-urge-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3841579675519613353</id><published>2007-10-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:59:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im blogging here to tempt everyone with all my bakings, and re-posting some of my previous bakes.&lt;br /&gt;tempted to try? :D&lt;br /&gt;let's begin first with the cake i baked today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;white butter cake with cream cheese frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdvpXZ39pI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dPWzvu7QDb8/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdvpXZ39pI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dPWzvu7QDb8/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122685857605088914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have the lovely chocolate cupcakes with coloured icing and M&amp;Ms on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdwlHZ39qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iccZNoyHE48/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdwlHZ39qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iccZNoyHE48/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122686884102272674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now's the black bottom cupcakes: chocolate cupcakes cheesecake in the middle (they have yet to be put into the oven, but they look pretty much the same aft being baked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdxLHZ39rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KBZ726UbvrE/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdxLHZ39rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KBZ726UbvrE/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122687536937301682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the marbled poundcake fresh out of the oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Rxdx7HZ39sI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0DCbOx9ahuI/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Rxdx7HZ39sI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0DCbOx9ahuI/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122688361571022530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the hazelnut chocolate cake. the spots on it are hazelnuts (: i posted this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdyS3Z39tI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0MkAUzlnEXU/s1600-h/HazelnutCake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdyS3Z39tI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0MkAUzlnEXU/s320/HazelnutCake3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122688769592915666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone interested to buy them :D&lt;br /&gt;i doubt so. everyone wants free cake -_-&lt;br /&gt;well if u quickly ask now i might still have some white butter cake left.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately it'll melt if i bring it out too long haha...&lt;br /&gt;alright. enough with the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;went to bishan library today, and fell in love with this book upon sight. it's on interior designing and it's totally awesome! really don't know if im gonna take up designing in the future. but yea, i have 2 years to think about it..&lt;br /&gt;was feeling pretty upset ytd night. but that was because i couldn't find the anime tsubasa online TT&lt;br /&gt;argh. i was damn annoyed when tvlinks had the whole 2 seasons but won't load, and the completed uploaded series on crunchy roll was removed for copyright reasons.&lt;br /&gt;boohoo :(&lt;br /&gt;oh well. ill content myself with watching one litre of tears first.&lt;br /&gt;then ill have to find something else to do to keep my mind off feeling annoyed with tvlinks and crunchyroll. maybe by then i would have gotten my new guitar :D&lt;br /&gt;there's op dryrun tmr and i haven't done anything for it.&lt;br /&gt;ahh. the feeling of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;crap. im typing random things again today -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3841579675519613353?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RxdvpXZ39pI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dPWzvu7QDb8/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3979106551128692804</id><published>2007-10-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:40:56.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that ive been much happier lately :D&lt;br /&gt;haven't been feeling happy much since months ago, but suddenly, the sky is clear again.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. only 2 things makes me sad:&lt;br /&gt;1. pw TT&lt;br /&gt;2. my poor slow comp&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. ill live with signing in to msn lesser. besides im hooked onto online manga lately so yeaps :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks to vivien -____- im signing into msn now, and my comp is starting to lag even more again haha...&lt;br /&gt;but the blame all comes down to msn being sucky. and yea, a stupid binding machine.&lt;br /&gt;let's not talk about the binding machine. though it was great seeing that the pw wr finally being binded. totally frealed out in the morn today when the wr lingyi sent over was messed up on my comp.&lt;br /&gt;well, i shall talk about, instead, how i wanted to go out and look for a guitar today, and ended up looking for the guitar shop instead. haha walked round and round and round and in the end, i had to head to bishan without finding the guitar shop.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, there's always another time.&lt;br /&gt;promo results will be out in a wk. and i really don't want to be retained, neither do i want to see any friends being retained :(&lt;br /&gt;nothing much i can do now but wait i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;oh, good luck to zx on her application to take h3 phy and math! (she's so pro)&lt;br /&gt;im typing alot of random things here today.&lt;br /&gt;just trying to type an entry so my blog won't rot and i won't have to do hq's pw. haha...&lt;br /&gt;IM BLOGGING, HQ!&lt;br /&gt;don't quite know what to type here actually. i never really know what to blog sometimes. most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. kinda miss hanging out with vivien suddenly. and stop smiling vivien while ure reading this -.-&lt;br /&gt;but i really do miss the times when a bunch of us would be in ur room doing silly things. playing the guitar. playing cards. talking. gossiping. and playing with charkles :) it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do it again! i miss charkles too. i think he probably forgot me again :(&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... the years is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;how odd cause this year, my life became even messier.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how can so many things heppen to me all in one short year&lt;br /&gt;really, many sad things are now happening, like family stuff, friends, school. but i think ive finally become back the annoying and silly person i was at the end of last year. felt like ive really lost myself in the middle of the yr.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps life is all about crying out loud, and picking ourselves back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that by the time i blog my next entry, i won't be able to remember what i typed today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3979106551128692804?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/3979106551128692804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=3979106551128692804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3979106551128692804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3979106551128692804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-that-ive-been-much-happier.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-773452683960455649</id><published>2007-10-01T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:39:07.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i felt tt i was getting all too emo over everything that i typed here and sometimes, it just isn't worth getting emo over things that aren't in my control. i have made up my mind and i really don't want to be the girl that feels sorry for herself over everything. since the promos have officially ended today, i shall blog (:&lt;br /&gt;well, ok, some sad things first. i emoed again. esp when i reached home today. visited a friend at the hospital and i got pretty upset ): really do hope everything will be ok. things sometimes aren't fair, but hey, this is life i suppose. what really upsets me though is how everyone is helpless to do anything. but we can all hope. and maybe, just maybe, hope is all we need.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... anws, ive found another song that i liked. must be under the influence of my classmate but yeaps. of course, i still like my other favourite songs just as much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blind&lt;/span&gt; -by Lifehouse-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as you turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;br /&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like it was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me dies when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till everyone else's promos end. then we can all go out and have a happy class outing again (:&lt;br /&gt;awww shoot. there's pw. but then again, does it matter as badly when we know everybody is going through the same "pain" and understands? haha... im so full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;ok a random change of topic.&lt;br /&gt;ive been wanting to change my blogskin for this really long time, but i can't find any good skins =/ ahhh. and im too lazy to modify it too. this skin is nice though (: it's brown and i like brown. ok, not the dabian brown like *ahem* a certain someone named &lt;font size= 1&gt;PC&lt;/font&gt;. now tt im hanging out with pc more often, im beginning to feel hq's suffering of having to spend the whole school day with her haha...&lt;br /&gt;im typing really odd stuff here cause i have nothing to type. why am i always crapping on my blog?!&lt;br /&gt;hmm... back to the post-promo topic. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hq!&lt;/span&gt; we must go shopping when we can haha... im so excited about shopping again. how odd. and ohhhhh. i can't wait to find my "perfect" guitar ^^ for tt ill need the help of my fellow guitar friends, and yes, tt includes you vivien, no matter how busy u are with db (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 1&gt;you'll make it, trust me (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. im crapping again.&lt;br /&gt;i think im way too tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-773452683960455649?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/773452683960455649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=773452683960455649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/773452683960455649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/773452683960455649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-7156626238594433570</id><published>2007-08-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:37:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't know what's up with me lately.&lt;br /&gt;feel quite terrible now. not emo terrible, but just guilty, horrible, sad and helpless sort of terrible. or whatever it really it.&lt;br /&gt;shan't say much here, but then again, maybe im just ttm.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like other people feel or think the same way as i do.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, perhaps it's time i get over my own selfish reasons.&lt;br /&gt;inevitably, as vivien says, we are all alone.&lt;br /&gt;kinda wish i can talk to someone, but it's just so hard to open up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;been so pressured lately too, cause of the busy time schedules, i actually i actually sat on the floor, hand in my hair and cried a few days ago over all because i was stressed over my computer, a few wires, the printer and the comp blacking out cause the wires came out when i tried to fix the printer.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to start studying too and i really want to do well this time for my promos. i can't disappoint my family again, and i just have to promote ):&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone promotes along with me too.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. im glad that ive finally stopped being sick. or so i think.&lt;br /&gt;no more sorethroat too!&lt;br /&gt;well, ig uess i shall blog a lil about the reason behind my busy week. looks like me ha kn and glen didn't win anything during geyao, but it was still fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna apologise to glen, cause it's partially my fault tt he lost his friend's guitar strap ):&lt;br /&gt;well anws, quite a small grp of 4i pple turned up to support and i feel grateful for that. even meiyan and shitong came too. i got this small stufftoy bear from the 4i girls. thank you ^^&lt;br /&gt;well, there's about a month to go before promos.&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to viv and wl for surviving their exams!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till mine ends too.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go out for fun with hq and the other girls again.&lt;br /&gt;wow. blogging about cheeful things has cheered me upquite abit.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, another random thing.&lt;br /&gt;been so tired that i keep falling asleep in class these 2 days =/&lt;br /&gt;im not exaggerating when i say that i want to fall asleep within a mintue into the lectures and tutorials. my eyes feel dry and all that, and in between lessons im always lying on the table, unable to sleep until the lesson begins.&lt;br /&gt;i don't usually feel sleepy during lessons, and i always don't try to sleep between lessons. why am i so tired?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;help me do some surveys if ure bored or free anws, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=K3KOR8_2bZQ2XRRizlaPZFSw_3d_3d"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-7156626238594433570?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/7156626238594433570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=7156626238594433570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7156626238594433570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7156626238594433570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-know-whats-up-with-me-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-4432208725954573391</id><published>2007-08-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:58:30.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spent quite a few hours trying to look for a new blogskin, but i can't seem to be able to, then i gave up thinking that this blogskin is still the best after all.&lt;br /&gt;missed out on my class outing at sentosa today, but frankly, i don't quite mind as long as i get to go for 4i class outings. nothng beats that.&lt;br /&gt;hmm quite some things happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, 4i outing on the 8th (:&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. and quite a bunch of pple turned up! what really cheered me up was that the guys actually all came and outnumbered the girls at the start.&lt;br /&gt;1 2 7 9 13 16 17 22 25 26 28 29 30 31 32 34 36 37&lt;br /&gt;we stuffed ourselves at sakae, my table (hq, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt;, kn, weienn, jj, glen) trying to beat the next table (cal, nek, dada, medin, kz). it was crazy. in the end we lost. after all, who can beat 80+ plates of sushi -.-&lt;br /&gt;then a bunch of us went to the rooftop at vivo after wandering ard and played really dumb games, but everyone had fun and that's what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;well, ill cut it short and skip to what happened when i woke up the next day.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the msg from qin nee saying that we, me hq glen kn, got into the song writing finals!! haha quite amazing how we got through esp since our recording quality was quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;im quite excited about it actually, even thinking about the rehearsal on tues and fri, and the real thing on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;COME AND SUPPORT, 4I PEEPS.&lt;br /&gt;¾love (:&lt;br /&gt;ok so on that day when we got that msg, we all decided to meet up to practise.&lt;br /&gt;ended up crapping alot actually, and my mom seemed pleased that my friends liked her food.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i discovered &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the art of hidden messages&lt;/span&gt; on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;i must have been slow.&lt;br /&gt;pretty much stoned the whole of friday away, did a lil work, like 2 questions of integration and highlighted 5 pages of my econs notes.&lt;br /&gt;kinda got rly emo at night though, but yea life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;today, i baked a marbled pound cake with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;then i watched 300 in my room with my sis with our new dvd player to pass time. and fell asleep upon watching the beginning. it got more interesting aft some time though. but my sis and i were super amused by the fact that after many days of fighting, their cloaks were still new and clean. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;where are the rips and holes&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;and also, for goodness sake, wear ARMOUR.&lt;br /&gt;well u pple won't understand if u didn't watch the movie so yea, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;saturday is coming to an end. kinda sad the long wkends are going away, but well, there's the finals to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i always ask vivien on saturdays why there are so little pple online and viv always replies that it's cause it's a saturday and everyone is out.&lt;br /&gt;id always respond "im not"&lt;br /&gt;and she'd say "im not either"&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder why everyone else is out and why im not.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-4432208725954573391?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8617435950060814474</id><published>2007-08-04T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:17:19.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;honestly i think im the most immature among the pple i hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why my some of my friends can be so strong to bottle up their feelings and hide them away, showing others a smile all the time. but im always seeking attention. not the type of attention relating to poplularity and all tt, but the simplicity of some comfort and someone to rely on is all i need.&lt;br /&gt;tt's why im like an immature kid. because i seem to need people around me to care and rely on.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i was typing n an msn conersation just now,&lt;br /&gt;"it's so hard to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cause we're expecting too much of life&lt;br /&gt;expecting that we'll achieve all that we aim, and everything always goes to plan&lt;br /&gt;expecting someone to come by, be perfect in our eyes and nv leave&lt;br /&gt;expecting to be everything we want to be"&lt;br /&gt;don't know why, just thought id put it here to share and see what u pple think?&lt;br /&gt;life is really getting down lately, but i know everything will get better again. it always does doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel like im being avoided by someone. unless of course ive been forgotten as a friend already? i won't deny im not avoiding too. hmm... id rather things not change actually.&lt;br /&gt;well on a happier note, i shall elaborate on fri night.&lt;br /&gt;was having a bad time at school as usual, then went over to lot1 with hq and zx, met kn. zx went home and we went over to glen's. then we 4 moved over to viv's place.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;we stayed up till 12+ over there writing the rest of our song and recording it, and when i reached home it was 1240 already.&lt;br /&gt;a couple of thanks here:&lt;br /&gt;1. viv- thanks for letting us over your place to record yea?&lt;br /&gt;2. glen hq and kn- thanks for this whole thing. it was fun no matter how much it sucked too! and yea, thanks for walking to the lrt station with me to make sure the lrt was still working haha... made u all walk quite a few more metres i think. and yea glen, thanks for even walking us 3 to lot1 at 12+ in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;and here's the moment where i post un-glam photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kn and penguin. any similarities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSkhNTrZrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ELsPFyFQV2U/s1600-h/Image005+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSkhNTrZrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ELsPFyFQV2U/s320/Image005+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094877968877708978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can't be as similar as this one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSlUNTrZsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NhWBnMQ8Q4s/s1600-h/Image008+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSlUNTrZsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NhWBnMQ8Q4s/s320/Image008+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094878845051037378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kn fell in love with the giant tortoise haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSmAdTrZtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-fouVO7p1xI/s1600-h/Image006+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSmAdTrZtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-fouVO7p1xI/s320/Image006+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094879605260248786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSmUtTrZuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2T5GwI3dKrs/s1600-h/Image009+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSmUtTrZuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2T5GwI3dKrs/s320/Image009+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094879953152599778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't. if u rest the spoon on the surface, it'll prolly sink in. it's completely melted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tt's all, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8617435950060814474?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8617435950060814474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8617435950060814474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8617435950060814474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8617435950060814474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-like-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RrSkhNTrZrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ELsPFyFQV2U/s72-c/Image005+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-7349731420990866454</id><published>2007-08-02T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:29:45.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sad.&lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole night up ytd despite being so tired to try to come up with a crap EoM on an already DEAD person. and today after school when i went to print my EoM at the comp lab, i found out tt it was closed and have no choice but to hand up my eom tmr.&lt;br /&gt;it's like ive watsed all my time last night.&lt;br /&gt;and because of EoM, i lost the sleep tt i needed after being so tired the whole week. i was so tired the whole day today, and i was feeling depressed too. i always get depressed when im tired ): then i began to have a headache, and i still had to go to the chiro's again at night.&lt;br /&gt;well im still online so it shows im not dead.&lt;br /&gt;anws, there was this talk by the HOD of maths or something on wed for all the pple who failed to promote if we used the midyr results. we were called listA.&lt;br /&gt;and there was about 160 pple.&lt;br /&gt;out of which, almost 40 were rvians.&lt;br /&gt;goes to show how much we studied. almost all of 4i njcians were in list A too. and while the cher was talking away, i suddenly thought about visiting rv and sitting at the swing. it felt so relaxing calming to my mind that it occured to me how stressed i really am even though i have not even begun any studying. there's just something so comforting about returning with 4i pple and really feels like there isn't much to worry.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we could have a class gathering on national day celebrations or something.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i have this sudden thought of asking all the 4i njcians out as a study grp and maybe we could actually help each other to promote.&lt;br /&gt;then again, there's too many pple and we'd probably end up talking like there's no tmr.&lt;br /&gt;argh. i really miss 4i.&lt;br /&gt;anws, tmr is finally friday. and we haven't got our chorus. i tried to come up with one and they all sound the same. well tmr is the last day to record so yea, hopefully it works out really well.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. gotta do pw on sat and sun. my mom isn't too pleased tt i keep going out.&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much else to say here currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-7349731420990866454?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/7349731420990866454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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myself i shouldn't blog. i tend to get so emo when i blog.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this shall be cheery then!&lt;br /&gt;i shall talk about random things today.&lt;br /&gt;i went asd arc on saturday morning with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Action for Singapore Dogs Adoption and Rescue Centre.&lt;br /&gt;stayed till way pass lunch time playing with the dogs there. some of them wouldn't stop jumping! they were all pretty large and strong though.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't take any pix though =/ but it was fun. i shall go back there again when i can.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... on sunday, i went to watch etude with kn. saw dear germy there. saw lame py there. and saw a couple of classmates there too.&lt;br /&gt;at first me and kn were comparing it with the band concert we watched at hc, but after awhile i felt both were equally great(: everything i watch is always nice to me i guess, unless it really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;hmm... trying to churn out more random things here.&lt;br /&gt;realised ive completely lost contact with some people i used to know already. made me wonder if i ever really knew them after all this time.&lt;br /&gt;kinda sad to know that.&lt;br /&gt;well, this isn't cheery.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh im still lost of a tune for the song composing comp. guess i gotta be in an inspirational mood. the want to write a good song to sing isn't enough, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;ok ive really ran out of random things.&lt;br /&gt;today is only tues ): hope the week will pass quickly again.&lt;br /&gt;haven't baked in ages too ):&lt;br /&gt;shall catch sleep, have fun and do my hw this wkend.&lt;br /&gt;no programmes on and im actually looking forward to some peace.&lt;br /&gt;shall leave online now, already wasted more than an hour doing absolutely nothing here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-818000584269981375?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2448552635926776877</id><published>2007-07-18T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:28:43.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't want to blog today actually.&lt;br /&gt;don't know why im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fish left for heaven today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im happy for him. at least he is no longer suffering.&lt;br /&gt;i found this poem before:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,&lt;br /&gt;that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends&lt;br /&gt;so they can run and play together.&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of food, water and sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;and our friends are warm and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;All the animals who had been ill and old&lt;br /&gt;are restored to health and vigor;&lt;br /&gt;those who were hurt or maimed&lt;br /&gt;are made whole and strong again,&lt;br /&gt;just as we remember them&lt;br /&gt;in our dreams of days and times gone by.&lt;br /&gt;The animals are happy and content,&lt;br /&gt;except for one small thing:&lt;br /&gt;they each miss someone very special to them,&lt;br /&gt;who had to be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;They all run and play together, but the day comes&lt;br /&gt;when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Her bright eyes are intent; her eager body quivers.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she begins to run from the group,&lt;br /&gt;flying over the green grass,&lt;br /&gt;her legs carrying her faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;You have been spotted,&lt;br /&gt;and when you and your special friend finally meet,&lt;br /&gt;you cling together in joyous reunion,&lt;br /&gt;never to be parted again.&lt;br /&gt;The happy kisses rain upon your face;&lt;br /&gt;your hands again caress the beloved head,&lt;br /&gt;and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet,&lt;br /&gt;so long gone from your life&lt;br /&gt;but never absent from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe u all might think it's just a fish. but it's my pet fish aft all and ive kept him for years.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. gonna try joining a chinese song writing comp. of course not alone. i can't possibly write a chinese song.&lt;br /&gt;with glen kn and maybe glen's currently anonymous friend.&lt;br /&gt;maybe for once ill win something?&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it really tiring to open up to people and let them understand you all over again? when we have lost someone close, we would seek others but it's just so tiring, to let them know everything about yourself all over again. and perhaps they wouldn't even understand. ok, no one knows what's im typing, but i just wanted to type tt out. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... life has nv seemed to be so down before. well maybe it did, but these days there's nothing really happy? well at least the small children tt came to nj today whom my class was in charge of kinda brightened up my day. as annoying and hyper as they were, it was fun to have bonded with my class a lil, see how we all act ard kids, and also to realise tt i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; work with kids. im no expert or natural with them, but it really was an experience.&lt;br /&gt;an exhausting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Rp4jRRJxGMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z04fIaZTB74/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Rp4jRRJxGMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z04fIaZTB74/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088543408544356546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tt's all for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;maybe tmr will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2448552635926776877?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2448552635926776877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2448552635926776877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2448552635926776877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/2448552635926776877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-didnt-want-to-blog-today-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Rp4jRRJxGMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z04fIaZTB74/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8491349801141321894</id><published>2007-07-14T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:30:08.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a few days since i came online.&lt;br /&gt;going online at night is starting to become a depressing waste of time. ive also been really tired lately.&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill blog on the more recent things.&lt;br /&gt;ytd was kinda a bad day =/&lt;br /&gt;well it was at the beginning. with school and all that. i didn't get back my gp paper which i hoped i would. everything else is a fail so far.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda the norm to fail everything but it's undeniably depressing. i guess i shan't feel upset about it. everyone else is and i don't quite wanna care about results anws.&lt;br /&gt;back to ytd. i spent the whole day looking forward to the end of school cause it would finally be the wkends. kinda sad to see that sat is alr half gone right now though. so anws, i met up with zx and hq and we went out for awhile. after tt i returned home to take a bath and left for lot1 to watch harry potter (:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm reading the book kinda makes the movie sucky but it was still worth it to catch a movie that is part of the harry potter series!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till the last book comes out ^^ just a week to go haha...&lt;br /&gt;well anws, after the movie ended it was alr ard 10pm and we (kn me pc zx viv wl) left to go home towards the mrt station and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OH HO&lt;/span&gt; purely by coincidence we bumped upon cj stef glen and wil going toward lot1 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;the mrt station. weird. wl exclaimed into my ear when she saw them haha... apparently they were going glen's place for a sleepover or something.&lt;br /&gt;we then stood there talking excitedly for really quite some time before deciding to continue moving. viv and kn decided to join them for supper. finally, zx and wl took the bus home while pc and i took the lrt.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... the coincidence is so freaky. bunch of 4i peeps meeting at the mrt station haha&lt;br /&gt;hopefully there'll be more 4i outings? feels like i haven't been to a proper one for ages alr. it'll be nice to hang out with everyone again (:&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh. im so bored. compiling my pw survey into excel sucks big time. there's so much to do this wkend :( math va and pw to rush. not forgetting hw. i actually told myself tt i shall begin to attempt my hw at home nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i got quite upset ytd night for several reasons including what my mom said. i was actually suppose to to go out today tpo do my math va with my classmates but only 2 of us 5 could make it tmr so we decided not to meet and made a really bad and desperate attempt to split up the work. i didn't even want to go at first. point is, when i told my mom i wasn't going out to do it anymore, her accused me tt i didn't even need to go out to do my project in the first place and tt i was using it as an excuse to go out and hang out with my friends. then she got upset tt i got angry with her over tt. mayube cause she was drinking again or watever tt's why she reacted tt way, but i find it freaking unfair tt i can't even step out the house without unhappy looks from my mom dad and sister.&lt;br /&gt;my mom even goes out more often with her friends than me and she told me it's cause she doesn't have to study when i pointed tt out the other day. i guess tt's true, but i wish i could just for once go out the whole day without having to report home every few hours or worrying tt ive missed a few frantic phonecalls.&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of the unhappy stuff again, it's time to stop ignoring pw again =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8491349801141321894?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8491349801141321894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8491349801141321894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8491349801141321894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8491349801141321894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-few-days-since-i-came-online.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8976935624791809619</id><published>2007-07-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:32:09.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching this cartoon on hbo that day about this monkey called curious geroge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RpIng1bK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WA7ucwXCazg/s1600-h/curiousgeorge3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RpIng1bK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WA7ucwXCazg/s320/curiousgeorge3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085170374305043858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like many of the other things that we can't explain, in the first few minutes of the movie i began to tear and laugh. i guess the cuteness of george doing silly and michievious things and perhaps simply the innocence of the animated monkey brought about tt reaction.&lt;br /&gt;well it was after all suppose to be a children's cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;can't help but wonder how soft george is. haha if only i could hug him. but now im sounding crazy.&lt;br /&gt;well these are the lyrics for the movie soundtrack. it's a nice song. kinda relaxing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Upside Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say what's impossible? &lt;br /&gt;Well, they forgot this world keeps spinnin' &lt;br /&gt;And with each new day, I can feel a change in everything. &lt;br /&gt;And as the surface breaks, reflections fade, &lt;br /&gt;but in some ways they remain the same. &lt;br /&gt;And as my mind begins to spread its wings, &lt;br /&gt;there's no stopping curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn the whole thing upside down. &lt;br /&gt;I'll find the things they say just can't be found. &lt;br /&gt;I'll share this love I find with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;We'll sing and dance to mother nature's songs. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want this feeling to go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say I can't do everything? &lt;br /&gt;Well, I can try. &lt;br /&gt;And as I roll along I begin to find &lt;br /&gt;Things aren't always just what they seem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn the whole thing upside down. &lt;br /&gt;I'll find the things they say just can't be found. &lt;br /&gt;I'll share this love I find with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;We'll sing and dance to mother nature's songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world keeps spinnin' and there's no time to waste &lt;br /&gt;Well it all keeps spinnin', spinnin', 'round and 'round and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside down, who's to say what's impossible and can't be found? &lt;br /&gt;I don't want this feeling to go away &lt;br /&gt;Please don't go away &lt;br /&gt;Please don't go away &lt;br /&gt;Please don't go away &lt;br /&gt;Is this how it's supposed to be? &lt;br /&gt;Is this how it's supposed to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to blog, really.&lt;br /&gt;well im kinda upset that enrichment week is coming to an end. and at the same time, the days of being able to play, have fun and not feel guilty have also reached an end. but then again, everyone has alr gotten back their grades and are starting their lessons. i guess it's pretty unfair that we get to avoid all that. sigh. i don't want my grades. id rather not ever know them.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, tt's just life yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8976935624791809619?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8976935624791809619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8976935624791809619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8976935624791809619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8976935624791809619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-watching-this-cartoon-on-hbo-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RpIng1bK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WA7ucwXCazg/s72-c/curiousgeorge3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2117461024635136338</id><published>2007-07-05T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:31:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't know why suddenly felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, great thanks to a friend who was there for me ytd when i was in quite a sad mood. haha as annoying as you are, ure a good friend too (:&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. my sis brought the fish to the doctor's today.&lt;br /&gt;she came home to bring the fish and it's medicine back and left for her dinner. in the end i took maybe 30min to 1 hours washing the fishtank, (in which i had to slowly suck up the water bit by bit cause the tank weigh tons), filtering the water at an incredibly slow rate through the charcoal bag which was suppose to remove chlorine and other things, weighing out 25g of salt thingy to put into the tank and then measuring 1ml of the medicine to put in too.&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it. hope the fish gets well ):&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of the fish i guess. ive been talking about it in the past 3 entries.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm this may not look v nice, but apprently my family thought it tasted good. i wanted to bring some to school to let pple try but it was finished really quickly in days -_-&lt;br /&gt;presenting... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hazelnut nutella cake&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Roz9-VbK1YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rYSa01JkrZE/s1600-h/HazelnutCake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Roz9-VbK1YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rYSa01JkrZE/s320/HazelnutCake3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083717326739264898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm maybe ill rebake it cause it's a little burnt on the top and dry on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;went ps today after school today with hq pc and zx. we ate at pizza hut =)&lt;br /&gt;we got bored after the meal so since hq was all grey and pc HAD to steal of all balloons in the school compound today, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GREY&lt;/span&gt; one, it resulted with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Roz801bK1XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/61IVCavd50g/s1600-h/Image002+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/Roz801bK1XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/61IVCavd50g/s320/Image002+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083716064018879858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as hard as everything seems right now, maybe someday it'll all be alright.&lt;br /&gt;stuff like tt nv stays long in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2117461024635136338?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/2117461024635136338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=2117461024635136338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fish will be okay again.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting worst and apprently people have posted online that when their fishes got baterial infection they usually die. if im not wrong i once had a fish tt died tt way too and i don't want it to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;i tired like a few different types of medicine already and nothing is working.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope the fish doesn't feel anything like uncomfortable or unwell.&lt;br /&gt;i hope fishes don't feel.&lt;br /&gt;anws, i baked a cake out of boredom today in the end. not really in the mood to elaborate now or upload the photos.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. doesn't everything seem wrong sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope my fish will be alright now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1441116163758305604?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-8583681557613279746</id><published>2007-07-02T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:18:11.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...&lt;br /&gt;kinda sad right now :(&lt;br /&gt;my poor fish has been sick for quite a few days already. i guess to some of you it's just a fish and doesn't matter. but ive had that fish since it was born and it grew from 2mm to more than 15cm now.&lt;br /&gt;anws, the class blog is up. if u haven't received an invitation and want to be invited, you can just IM me or something. all you need is a gmail account if you don't blog at blogger or don't blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;you can find the blog &lt;a href="http://www.idolisation.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i went to people's park with my mom and sis today. and i kinda stoned the whole time there. my mom and sis shopped slowly and fussy-ly and i just walked in circles ard the shops. i was in absolutely no mood to shop i suppose. i didn't buy anything in the end, whereas my mom and sis bought in total maybe around 5 tops?&lt;br /&gt;quite stoned lately. like im the only on with no life or something, but i guess id rather have this life than one where there's school and hw and exams.&lt;br /&gt;don't know why i didn't go for the steamboat ytd. ok so actually i do know why. people like hq zx and viv were all not going for their own reasons. then i would miss ugly betty and lost if i went. also i just wasn't in the mood and other crappy non impt reasons.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. now the big question is what to do tmr.&lt;br /&gt;oh no. ive ran out of crap to type here.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should bake something tmr. tt'll give me something to do. then again. argh. tt's not what i wanna do. i don't know what i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;my sis will be out tmr so ill have to entertain myself. then i gotta waste away hours at bishan again. kinda have a pessimistic outlook but oh wells. maybe an optimistic outlook will be helpful just in this case.&lt;br /&gt;im kinda in a play cards mood lately.&lt;br /&gt;that's so random.&lt;br /&gt;im so random today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-8583681557613279746?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/8583681557613279746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=8583681557613279746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8583681557613279746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/8583681557613279746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-4629616370147045834</id><published>2007-06-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:26:05.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Bday Vivien (:&lt;br /&gt;hope u enjoyed urself today haha... and rmb to eat the rest of the cake :D&lt;br /&gt;ok so i shall start typing stuffs tt happen now.&lt;br /&gt;fri was the last day of exams :) it didn't really go too well but i guess im happy that it's over. went to zx's place with pc and hq and we played her ps2 and after tt cards. pc was so incredibly annoying when we begun the card games -.- haha it's a long sotry and i have alr told u pple verbally.&lt;br /&gt;then was sat. went kbox with a bunch of girls :) yay we took nice neoprints again. then we decided to create a class blog which ive decided to do so i can occupy myself with something rather than stoning haha... if u pple have any ideas for it just tell me :)&lt;br /&gt;today i went to vivien's place with kn zx and hq haha... played cards again after the cake and present and i learnt daided (: haha ok so it's fun. haha and i lost only one round on my first time playing. goes to show how much more effective 4i pple teach card games compared to my other friends who tried to teach me last time haha...&lt;br /&gt;i actually have nothing much to blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw this on my classmate's blog just now about her conversation with her friend on msn. it amused me so i thought it might amuse u pple if u watch bleach too. maybe not but heck ill put it here anws (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: "Why Ichigo's and Renji's bankai so much smoke, but Byakuya's one don't have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Ichigo is to make effect, cause he first bankai that time people eager to see what it'll look like. So they smoke it to create suspense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: "Renji?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Renji copied Ichigo. Cause he thought people interested in his bankai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: "Then Byakuya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "He likes to keep things simple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: "But he's so deep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Probably he doesn't know how to pump smoke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: "Or maybe he has asthma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Or maybe he hates smokers. Explains why he hates Renji's bankai so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lame right?&lt;br /&gt;ok ive wasted enough space on this post.&lt;br /&gt;hmm anws, i decided to be happier nowadays (: and i hope i will be haha. ive been emo-ing far too long and there's no point anws.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm don't know if i should go for the steamboat tmr..&lt;br /&gt;haha i shall go try to create a class blog now ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-4629616370147045834?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/4629616370147045834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=4629616370147045834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4629616370147045834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/4629616370147045834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-bday-vivien-hope-u-enjoyed-urself.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-1199489106573621916</id><published>2007-06-25T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:38:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh&lt;br /&gt;ive had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to cry when i was in the library with my friends today.&lt;br /&gt;i realised tt i completely forgot aboutsome pw thing tt i was suppose to do each email my cher by the 20th of june. at least ive got a friend or 2 who has yet to do it too.&lt;br /&gt;then i found out tt my phy project is due tmr and ive done absolutely NOTHING for it. at least it is kinda working out now.&lt;br /&gt;then my econs paper was a complete disaster.&lt;br /&gt;i simply stoned cause i just didn't know how to elaborate and answer the question. sitting beside meigui was a mistake cause she is like some pro or something and she wrote a A LOT of words. i actually suddenly felt v nervous just before the paper and when the paper was over i simply felt so blank.&lt;br /&gt;so during the brk when i was in the lib, i almost felt like braking down and crying. but of course i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;at least gp wasn't too bad. lucky i was being paranoid cause my friends kept saying tt the paper was at 2 but everyone started to leave suddenly, and i got paranoid. so we deicded to leave and me and mel got into lt1 only just in time and we got scolded by the cher in charge =/&lt;br /&gt;well, im suppose to be doing my report for my phy project now but well i decided to blog a lil anws.&lt;br /&gt;i still gotta revise for chem and memorise eqns for math ltr. hmm... and to think i wasted quite some time travelling to bishan. i kinda freaked out when i was at j8 today cause i thought i saw some people whom i knew but it turns out tt i was incredibly tired -.-&lt;br /&gt;ate as sakae sushi with my sis and dad. such a random thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i only got 3.5 hrs of sleep ytd night cause i couldn't get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;well, on a brighter note, 2 down 4 to go. 4 including SPA tt is.&lt;br /&gt;ok this shan't remain a lousy depressed entry to the end. here's something funny tt im sure u all who see it will laugh. i assure u of laughter (:&lt;br /&gt;i laughed until my stomach hurt. can't be tt im a weirdo right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkfcvPI04BE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkfcvPI04BE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't deny u didn't at the v least smile (:&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i know kl doesn't read my blog cause she doesn't know it exists, but..&lt;br /&gt;happy bday anws (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-1199489106573621916?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/1199489106573621916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=1199489106573621916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1199489106573621916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/1199489106573621916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/06/sigh-ive-had-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-9040170455261479708</id><published>2007-06-22T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:26:38.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... there's nothing to blog as usual but im here blogging anws.&lt;br /&gt;just couldn't take staring at my econs notes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;feel like im not working hard enough but im not making any effort to try harder anws. right now i feel like any more effort is futile or something. and no matter how badly i do, im not gonna learn my lesson anws and still go on slacking. if all people actually learn from their mistake and study harder, then we'd all be scholars or something, wanted by universities all over the world and jumping school years.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess id blog about my phone conversation with vivien 2 nights ago. wanted to do tt at that time when we were talking but it was terribly late and i was already offline. not tt i appeared online or even signed in to msn. don't really see the point anymore and am wondering why i got hooked onto it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;so back to our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;it really was kinda a depressing conversation actually. like viv told me alot of sad stuffs that she heard from her seminar and we both got into this horrible mood, of course it cheered up awhile later. i told her what i was thinking about people who are really sick and on the brink of death.&lt;br /&gt;when they die, we cry and cry so much, wishing they'd come back. but then, isn't only selfishness on our part? sometimes, it's better for people who is suffering so much from an illness to just leave peacefully. hmm... i thought about tt, cause my sis thought about tt, cause her friend thought about tt.&lt;br /&gt;ok so after tt we began talking about all those meaningful quotes. and surprisngly we realised tt someone was actually right in a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;then we both agreed that it isn't the quantity of time, but the quality of it that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;kinda sad how quantity still matters to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;then again, spending 23 hours stoning and 1 hour playing doesn't sound v appealing does it.&lt;br /&gt;well since ive got nothing to blog, i shall post a few pictures i took in vietnam. not as much as hq and glen on their holidays cause these are on my phone and the pix in my cam are still not uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;this is part of a restaurant i ate at (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuDUwDlQtI/AAAAAAAAADk/YJzvNKZharg/s1600-h/Vietnam18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuDUwDlQtI/AAAAAAAAADk/YJzvNKZharg/s320/Vietnam18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078797397310915282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also part of the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuEsgDlQuI/AAAAAAAAADs/I0f5hbn9wlU/s1600-h/Vietnam30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuEsgDlQuI/AAAAAAAAADs/I0f5hbn9wlU/s320/Vietnam30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078798904844436194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the food we ordered (: isn't it cute how the rice in the pix looks like a heart from my point of view? haha or maybe im thinking too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuFAQDlQvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YOSBkgroYFA/s1600-h/Vietnam34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuFAQDlQvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YOSBkgroYFA/s320/Vietnam34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078799244146852594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salad that is suppose to be eaten in the cracker :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuFNADlQwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jwaivaCYEKo/s1600-h/Vietnam32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuFNADlQwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jwaivaCYEKo/s320/Vietnam32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078799463190184706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok enough of the restaurant. this is the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuF1ADlQxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZTM84lRNk7Y/s1600-h/Vietnam37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuF1ADlQxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZTM84lRNk7Y/s320/Vietnam37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078800150384952082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy amt of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuGBgDlQyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dDZkpuDVo4g/s1600-h/Vietnam39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuGBgDlQyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dDZkpuDVo4g/s320/Vietnam39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078800365133316898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from the lounge 1 lvl above my room. this is the 18th floor by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuGKADlQzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tOM18keMKAc/s1600-h/Vietnam40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuGKADlQzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tOM18keMKAc/s320/Vietnam40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078800511162204978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cool pub i went (: it's rly dark though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuGeQDlQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xSBv6dQbYI0/s1600-h/Vietnam43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuGeQDlQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xSBv6dQbYI0/s320/Vietnam43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078800859054555970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, a picture of me and my sis in the toilet of the pub haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuHBQDlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GX4r3udr_hA/s1600-h/Vietnam48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuHBQDlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GX4r3udr_hA/s320/Vietnam48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078801460349977426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so maybe it was quite a bunch of photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-9040170455261479708?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/9040170455261479708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=9040170455261479708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/9040170455261479708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/9040170455261479708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RnuDUwDlQtI/AAAAAAAAADk/YJzvNKZharg/s72-c/Vietnam18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3224501531828176701</id><published>2007-06-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:53:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out of curiousity, i decided to visit my dear old blog to see how it looks and instead found a string of silly tags left behind by a bunch of friends whom i won't deny i love haha.&lt;br /&gt;firstly i wanna apologise for any stupid posts tt i posted before to anyone whom ive hurt disappointed mmm made upset and all that. shan't be tt stupid anymore, doing stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much to blog. actually there's so much to blog tt it has become nothing to blog. im not a event blogger. so i shall just state tt i was at vietnam for 3 days, have yet to upload photos, but out of really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bad luck&lt;/span&gt; bumped into glen at this market. hmmm, i didn't buy much there but it was a great experience, esp since my parents know pple who live there and speak the language. ate great food, bought a pair of brown pumas for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14bucks &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;freaking cheap!&lt;/span&gt;), dvds for 1.50 each, korean series namely goong, my sassy gf and fullhouse at 6+bucks each. i drank a whole glass of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;margarita&lt;/span&gt; and fell in love with it instantly. ahh the bar was so cool playing spanish music with a live band and all that. cool deco too, but yea, no pix yet.&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda deprived of having fun this holidays though. can't rmb the last time i met up with friends just to have fun. ok i admit im desperate for a good day. worst still everyone seem to be studying for the midyrs and i haven't even finished my hw. less than 2 wks to go.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;music and lyrics&lt;/span&gt; ytd night with my sister (one of the dvds we bought in vietnam). it was a nie movie and the theme song was so nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Way Back Into Love&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time to clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction and I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping that you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt anyone is interested in the lyrics or the song but im sharing it anws. maybe u all have heard it before if u caught the movie haha.&lt;br /&gt;yea im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3224501531828176701?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/3224501531828176701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=3224501531828176701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3224501531828176701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3224501531828176701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-curiousity-i-decided-to-visit-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-5240006076631840118</id><published>2007-05-29T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:12:34.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually didn't want to blog anymore, but i just suddenly felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just me, i say.&lt;br /&gt;then you said, sometimes it's not just about you.&lt;br /&gt;how true is tt.&lt;br /&gt;im a selfish brat who don't deserve to have friends like you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why i have friends with my selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;but you had no idea that i was really sorry. you had no idea that i cried when u replied my messages. not that you probably care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;wow see, im blogging about me again. putting myself in such a pitiable situation. i know i was wrong. anws, i just wanted you to know, tt i nv wanted to go. i HATE sch camps. and i ony went because you seemed so enthusiatic about it. i had this assumption in my head as you put it that it was going to be fun. and it completely did not occur to me that we'd be in different grps like all stupid camps. then i completely lost whatever miserable optimism i had that i was going enjoy myself. i was tired too. we all were. so i selfsihly decided to abandon you both as you said and go home.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i don't deny that i shouldn't have left for home, but abandon is wayy too harsh, and maybe even overthinking on your part. if you didn't notice anws, i wasn't the only one aming us 3 who didn't want to go for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;also, the only reason why im staying in a cca i don't exactly like is because i knew you'd be disappointed if i leave the cca. and it suddenly occured to me ytd tt it's just like interacting with my sister. id avoid doing everything that would make her upset.&lt;br /&gt;you're such a good friend if you didn't know to me. and know why everything has come to this. so manybe you'd like to forget u had a selfish friend like me.&lt;br /&gt;and just in case you didn't know, as upset as i am, im also not really happy with you. i do know that im the one at fault though.&lt;br /&gt;how ironic right?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-2743490964603670786</id><published>2007-05-22T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:50:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is quite dumb. 2 blog entries in a day.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i locked myself my the toilet just now and listened to some songs that sounded emo. and emo-ed in the toilet for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;felt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have done that.&lt;br /&gt;anws, im feeling all better now =)&lt;br /&gt;don't know what came over me just now. suddenly got so emo. just thought i should blog that im cheerful now instead of leaving the blog ending with just a stupid post.&lt;br /&gt;nothing wrong is going on with my life actually. i guess sometimes when one feels emo, everything seems lousy.&lt;br /&gt;well since im blogging again. i shall post here that im wearing my shrek ears that i bought from macs. actually my sis did, haha and i kinda "stole" it from her. we have this crazy idea of watching shrek3 tgt, and wear the ears in the cinema. in other words, im gonna spend another 2bucks buying another pair of ogre ears. it's incredibly cute actually. you people should get it too.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh hq isn't online yet.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill go meet vivien in the afternoon tmr if we don't plan anything in time. speaking of vivien, she is surely excited to know that there are now TWO blog entries to read. don't know why she likes my blog entires so much -.-&lt;br /&gt;ahh damn. im feeling guilty still.&lt;br /&gt;sorry again :(&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. nothing much to blog actually.&lt;br /&gt;hq faster come online TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-2743490964603670786?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-931539663778156136</id><published>2007-05-22T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:16:46.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[warning: this is another emo entry. once again i apologise for the lack of cheerful posts]&lt;br /&gt;din wanna come online today actually, cause recently i realise that there isn't much of a point coming anyways.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. but i gotta discuss with hq about tmr and whether we're going anywhere, so yeah, here i am waiting for hq's appearance.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading some things earlier again, and i kinda felt bad for all the things i said, typed and did. i felt really mean and im starting to think maybe i don't have a right to say anything about it cause im not in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;well, not feeling all too happy again currently, wondering how it'll be like if im in someone else's shoes. wondering if id be happier. wondering why it sucks so much now.&lt;br /&gt;not being able to have something is undeniably sad. having something and losing it brings along sadness that is even even harder to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;kinda feel like a shadow now. like sometimes im noticed and at most of the times, im completely forgotten. kinda feel like a cookie. one last cookie left on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i suddenly feel like i need someone to rant to again. but it's never easy to rant to anyone close. sometimes i wish i have a stranger here to listen to me, tell me everything is alright. but strangers never really do understand what is going on anws, and where do you find a stranger who ure comfortable speaking with right from the beginning? these people are so rare in each of our lives and they go just like tt.&lt;br /&gt;ive typed so many emo entries and up till now ive yet to be able to cry everything out.&lt;br /&gt;realise how much people like vivien really mean to me at times like this, because i don't have any other outlet for all my thoughts and stuffs. hmm but ure at training now so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;don't talk to me online because u have read this and think you understand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things just changed :(&lt;br /&gt;just like the way i think. i was telling vivien tt day tt i felt like in this short half a year. i appear the same but i feel ive changed in the way i think.&lt;br /&gt;guess alot of people feel that same too. everything is changing so quickly since we've all entered jc lives.&lt;br /&gt;crap i think ive typed alot of junk up there. when people are emo i get affected and feel emo too. hope im not making anyone feel emo feel sad feel bad feel mean feel upset or whatever. i just need a place to type stuffs out since i don't have a journal anymore. hmmm. i must have repeated tt line tons of times in my other entries.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i type an entry and post it i tend to regret doing so. but heck i always do so anws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-931539663778156136?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/931539663778156136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=931539663778156136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/931539663778156136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/931539663778156136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/05/warning-this-is-another-emo-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-7259039730494561478</id><published>2007-05-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:54:37.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm ive got loads to blog. not feeling too happy right now, but i do feel more more awake engergised after my almost 2hours nap i just had. what crap am i saying, im still tired. haha... ok let's begin blogging about ytd :)&lt;br /&gt;i shall begin with school.&lt;br /&gt;i was really tired when i went to school ytd =/ but i was really looking forward to the end of the day though :) i really needed some cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;well then the day went by and it was finally lunch, folllowed by a free period. i ate lunch (duh) and went to the oasis with meigui melissa and yixin my classmates to do the stupid vspr project and we were done with the discussion that was left to do within 10min. we whipped out our mp3 players and hp and started to play the games haha. it's like common practice in boring school nowadays. hmm well this 2 pple suddenly approached us to promote redbull and we actually each got one can free oO haha... it was quite nice to drink, despite it's sweetness. i also felt like i really needed it since i was in such a bad and tired state already.&lt;br /&gt;it actually worked cause when it was finally maths the last lesson of the day, my friends got a lil high, i actually was a lil high too i think now tt i think about it -.- jk took like 2 sips and she told me she was feeling a lil weird in her head after. haha... i sat beside her during math and we kept talking :) it was nice to be able to talk about 4i and all that.&lt;br /&gt;then yay lessons were over and i went to the grandstand where me and jy and zx stoned till 340 for stef and hq. we then waited at the bus stop for viv to come from np and off to rv we go :D oh there was this weird green bug on the bus oO wells, just wanted to blog about it's existance.&lt;br /&gt;at rv, i bought the jelly tt i didn't eat for ages, and up to the classrooms we went. woah. i felt so happy and comfy in the class room tat hardly chnaged. haha... we met up with bw, zhenda, glen, wei enn, yv, cn, jm, rj, cj and kn. did i miss anyone out? sorry =/ well anws, in the classroom we played this dumb fish game on viv's lappy. haha... it was cute but it got kinda "erms.." after awhile haha... it was fun basically cause it was amusing and we were all tgt comfortably having fun :)&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. me hq and zx went down again first where we complained about how rv guys were cause the bunch of rv guys at the swing knew we wanted to sit it but hogged it for ages -.- then we ourselves stoned at the swing for awhile and took some pix. boy do i miss the swing.&lt;br /&gt;well off to vivo we went :)&lt;br /&gt;kl joined us there and we splitted up to buy food. i bought carl's junior with hq and we ate at the rooftop tgt with everyone else in a big circle =) it was so nice just to eat tgt.&lt;br /&gt;then of course with the many plastic bags, we started our invention: p-ball! :D&lt;br /&gt;i love tt game. it's our 4i game haha... we introduced it to some of the 4i pple who haven't played it before and everyone loved it too haha. we had fun and tt comes really rarely nowadays. then rawr. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dumb zhenda hit my head with the pball 3 times&lt;/span&gt;. ahhh. i shall get back at u some day oO eeyer. haha... but it was amusing and funny none the less.&lt;br /&gt;well some small kids saw us having fun and one boy joined us, then soon this small group of kids came along too. it was cute at first, but soon i got quite annoyed by how rough they were playing, and spoiling our poor pball. ahh we couldn't play anymore after tt. but it was getting really late so we decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;we took some pix at the toilet after tt -.- don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;then the remaining of us all went home. i took the mrt cause wl wasn't there to go home with me today :( well if ure reading this wl, we all hope ure ok and cheer up k?&lt;br /&gt;when i reached bp lrt station, i walked really fast home, cause the sky kept lighting up. the lightning was striking behind the clouds. the sky looked ominous. (am i using tt word right? nvm) and the thunder kept going, low, long and loud. and finally i was home :)&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling happy cause it was a great afternoon to night with 4i, but then i got kinda sad too, cause i missed 4i so much. i can't find tt comfortable feeling of hanging out with friends anymore, it all feels different. i guess tt's what makes 4i special to me. hope there'll be more outings soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. viv isn't online yet. u must be feeling all smiles reading this again haha... today my entry is all about what happen more than my thoughts though.&lt;br /&gt;anws, today i went to the lib to do pw. hmm.. i looked sad? :(&lt;br /&gt;hope im not :) im smiling now haha. is this contradicting my first few statements?&lt;br /&gt;ok so as i was saying, i saw ahem. some person there. hmm it was damn weird cause i din wanna talk, so i just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;omg. the layers on the face. i shall not elaborate too much bah.&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much stoned there in the lib after we discussed pw. dunno why, not really wanting to go over and join viv's grp, not wanting to stay with my pw grp and not wanting to go home. i went home anws, cause viv's grp went home and my dad could fetch.&lt;br /&gt;well i shall end this long crappy entry now. been typing for maybe 1 hour already.&lt;br /&gt;yea i know,&lt;br /&gt;tt's long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-7259039730494561478?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/7259039730494561478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=7259039730494561478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7259039730494561478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/7259039730494561478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm-ive-got-loads-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-14050483137805907</id><published>2007-05-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:49:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still in the emo mood.&lt;br /&gt;today was a really bad day. i had this really bad dream, a nightmare, just before i woke up. the sky was still dim but blue, and the buses just kept coming, but everytime i took a bus something goes wrong and i have to get onto another bus. i lost my bottle in one. then i almost got knocked down by a bus in my dream. i crouched over feeling so scared when the bus ran me over. it being a dream, i got away from being squashed as when i crouched i nicely fitted between the wheels of the bus and it didn't knock me. it's just a dream. why am i elaborating so much.&lt;br /&gt;anws, i woke up realising it was 650, and there was a bad storn outside. the wind kept blowing and the windows were making the horrible loud wheezing noise. then i got quite afraid there would be thunder when i was in the toilet where the noise'll be esp loud, but there wasn't thunder in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to go to sch but i dragged myself out of bed and took my time, i left the house at 710 and got to sch even earlier than all the other 4i girls.&lt;br /&gt;when i got to sch, i found out tt out of the 5 things i chose for nj enrichment wk i only got into pulau ubin picnic and supernatural. i was pretty upset but i guess it's expected since i signed up so late. suddnly enrichment wk is looking so bleak. i can't go for anything im interested in. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i was ranting to vivien ytd, and it occured to me that i had a whole lot more on my mind than i thought i did. i felt so blank after telling her what was on my mind. and ive been feeling blank the whole day other than the little bits of the ups and some of the downs.&lt;br /&gt;i was especially down after sch. was suppose to do chem vsepr project, but in the end we found out during pw (the last lesson) tt we were at a dead end and changed the groundbreaker we were doing on.&lt;br /&gt;jumping from 2 diff projects my brain began to die off already. i didn't eat my lunch either and it was cold. i was remindered tt there was the 1500 econs project tt needed to be touched and done by next wk too. and also, there is the math and phy project to be done during the june hols. then there's the midyears tt begin on the first day sch reopens. dammit. dammitdammitdammit.&lt;br /&gt;my brain totally rotted and i really didn't know what i was doing. i would say a sentence halfway and wonder what i am saying. write soemthing and reliase it doesn't make sense. right now i wanted to enjoy my time online and instead have to frustrate myself with nj enrichment wk and pw.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;braindead.&lt;br /&gt;im in need of pple to emo with, watch a sad movie and cry tgt. i just wanna cry myself out. am i randomly jumping sujects? sorry, my brain is dead. have i said tt many time already?&lt;br /&gt;and now im talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm well, i guess there's fri to look forward to. there's finally something to look forward too. hope it'll be a happy cheery day. go back rv to collect certs, maybe it'll be fun. hope i can stay out. i feel like it's been ages since i really felt happy, i must have said tt in previous posts. maybe this friday id be less tired and more cheered up.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think i should stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;ive forgotten what i came to blog and my mind is blank and tired.&lt;br /&gt;why am i even online. i didn't use to come everyday last time =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-14050483137805907?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/14050483137805907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=14050483137805907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/14050483137805907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/14050483137805907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-in-emo-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-3918816363825751879</id><published>2007-05-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T21:43:16.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>little words,&lt;br /&gt;ALOT of pix.&lt;br /&gt;I fell into a drain on thurs. i was walking halfway when suddenly one leg was in a drain. i actually got off with only a bump on my leg. took this pix in the lt a day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkXAtFy7wwI/AAAAAAAAADc/Wp11AtTB33Y/s1600-h/BlueBlackBrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkXAtFy7wwI/AAAAAAAAADc/Wp11AtTB33Y/s320/BlueBlackBrown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063665236930446082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually injured the same leg again the next day after sch.&lt;br /&gt;went ps with hq and zx. more like snuck my way there cause my family thought i was painting a banner in sch. i scapred my leg when i was taking the escalator -_-&lt;br /&gt;it was 10pm tt fri night,&lt;br /&gt;and my sis and i decided to attempt some simple puffs tt we found in this baking book we found in the library.&lt;br /&gt;toasting in progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkXAjFy7wvI/AAAAAAAAADU/-pWY8CDt1I0/s1600-h/Puff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkXAjFy7wvI/AAAAAAAAADU/-pWY8CDt1I0/s320/Puff1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063665065131754226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouring home-made caramel onto the puffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkXAXVy7wuI/AAAAAAAAADM/m4sRlMA2WSs/s1600-h/Puff4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkXAXVy7wuI/AAAAAAAAADM/m4sRlMA2WSs/s320/Puff4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063664863268291298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final puffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW_AFy7wtI/AAAAAAAAADE/LNeWWLdr3qY/s1600-h/Puff8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW_AFy7wtI/AAAAAAAAADE/LNeWWLdr3qY/s320/Puff8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063663364324704978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, me and my sis decided to bake a cake. we just took the cake out of the oven. smooth right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-xly7wsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ru60sgq7IJg/s1600-h/StackoChoco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-xly7wsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ru60sgq7IJg/s320/StackoChoco2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063663115216601794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hmmm... after it's rotated 180 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-nFy7wrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1rjd6EgatbE/s1600-h/StackoChoco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-nFy7wrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1rjd6EgatbE/s320/StackoChoco3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063662934827975346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spreading the smooth chocolate whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-aly7wqI/AAAAAAAAACs/FoXAc1cwf_c/s1600-h/StackoChoco4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-aly7wqI/AAAAAAAAACs/FoXAc1cwf_c/s320/StackoChoco4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063662720079610530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 layers and cream plus a ufo lid in the background resting it's own hard crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-MVy7wpI/AAAAAAAAACk/3zEHxydl-zc/s1600-h/StackoChoco7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-MVy7wpI/AAAAAAAAACk/3zEHxydl-zc/s320/StackoChoco7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063662475266474642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final product: stackochoco!&lt;br /&gt;the messy stacked up chocolate cake with a cream layer of chcolate in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-AVy7woI/AAAAAAAAACc/LER4hBAaw3A/s1600-h/StackoChoco10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkW-AVy7woI/AAAAAAAAACc/LER4hBAaw3A/s320/StackoChoco10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063662269108044418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-3918816363825751879?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/3918816363825751879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=3918816363825751879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3918816363825751879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/3918816363825751879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-words-alot-of-pix.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RkXAtFy7wwI/AAAAAAAAADc/Wp11AtTB33Y/s72-c/BlueBlackBrown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6173325791703426055</id><published>2007-05-08T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:25:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crappy blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"if"s are really frustrating. i wonder why life is like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's what vivien said to me.&lt;br /&gt;it's strange how the human mind can think so much. it's true. human's think way too much. i guess i didn't really consider about the what ifs if it weren't even mentioned, and after tt it kinda bugged me. but right now, ive come to the conclusion that even if everything in my life was lead a different way, the outcome will probably still be the same anws. what if. well, "if" didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is going back to collect O level certs on different days, and it kinda makes me feel sad that there isn't gonna be some metting of some sort. i have cca tmr so i can't meet viv. then on thurs, i end late at 340. it is still fine to return to rv, but i have to go bishan at night again. it was only today when i was telling viv that i realise how sick and tired i was of repeating that stupid phrase over and over and over and over and over and over again. im just so tired. it eats up my whole day. after sch, im home, take a bath, then im out again. and i won't be home till tikmes ranging from 745 to even 845 and then i come online to rot myself away, watch tv after tt, and the day is gone.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired of having to move things around my appointments that maybe aren't even helping. nothing seems to be going right for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the day ill be going back for my cert is on fri. but my parents will be overseas &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and i will have to rush home upon taking the cert. it's like going to rv, say hi, take the cert, go home. that sucks like no one's business. where did my life go. then on sat, not tt i can go out in the first place, but i still got to go bishan another freaking time to make up for last saturday's.&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly occured to me that the whole depression mood started out, and my life began turning downhill when my parents' left overseas the previous time. then there was the whole big thing with my sister that came right after tt.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;my blog entries are always depressing. i don't even want to make an effort to make it cheery anymore. i guess this is where ill just type depressing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;im just so stoned these days.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do. nothing to look forward too. it's just sch bishan home. sch bishan home. i feel in need of someone to emo with or to talk with. but my timatable and viv's just clash. it's horrible knowing that life's just that dreaded routine that im having now. somehow, going bishan nv felt so alone too.&lt;br /&gt;2 more wks to go, then it'll be 2 times a week only.&lt;br /&gt;then ill have 6 more months of 2 times per wk, while my sister only has 3.&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the year will be one time each week.&lt;br /&gt;why am i telling u all this. weird.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everything's changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6173325791703426055?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6173325791703426055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6173325791703426055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6173325791703426055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6173325791703426055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/05/crappy-blog-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-6395786100867563177</id><published>2007-05-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:23:41.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a really bad day for me. some bits were actually nice, but they were all embedded in a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;my dad signed me and my sister up for this stupid talk tt we weren't even interested in. this isn't the first time he signed us up for something and didnt consult us &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. worst thing is, it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;100bucks per person&lt;/span&gt;. it starts at a freaking early time at 9am to 5pm. and had to move my appointment at bishan all the way to next sat =( which mean i gtg there 4 times next week. i feel so upset about tt :(&lt;br /&gt;so v reluctantly me and my sis went there. it's suppose to be teavhing pple how to persuade others, but as we predicted, everyone there was at least 4 yrs older than me (including my sis) and wayyy older than me (exluding my sis). tt really sucked. the whole talk was not on persuasion but more on business. why would a SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL want to do business, make name cards for herself. then the stupid annoying talker crapped alot of things tt really annoyed me. the whole thing was catered to adults doing business. so when the break came 1.5 hours ltr, me and my sis ran off and walked around the area. it was held at furama hotel. and what really sucked was that everyone was gonna be not v far away at clarke quay eating free food and playing free games at settler's. then me and my sis returned to the hotel for the buffet at the restaurant, which we had to pay a further SIXTY freaking bucks. i don't even want to talk about it and eplain why.&lt;br /&gt;i utterly depressed by then.&lt;br /&gt;went out of the hotal at the shuttle bus waiting place, played my handmade cards with my sister, and listened to our mp3 after tt for about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;2 freaking whole hours which me and my sister felt so sad was just wasted away like tt =( i felt even worst cause it's my sis's long holiday now, but i only have 3 days. this was supposed to be a nice long wkend :(&lt;br /&gt;finally it was ard 325 and i went to change into my nj uniform.&lt;br /&gt;my dad arrived to fetch me and my sis up. he thinks tt we have been in the talk and left early. but thing was tt we were only there for 1.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to tell my dad about it, cause i think he'd be really sad tt he paid for us to attend a talk, but it didn't help at all, or tt his efforts are wasted, so we both didn't say anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;then finally i was at sch at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. found out tt college day was some pricegiving ceremony like speech day in rv. the concert was only after the prize giving and didn't have any dance band or co performance, but well at least the first item was choir and pc was singing.&lt;br /&gt;so while the prizes were given out, me and almost all the girls in my class who turned up ended up exchnaging hps over and over again to play the games inside. we were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;finally the concert begun but it still rocked anws.the lighting of the hall was cool. the lights were switch off and only the little orangey yellow lamps by the side was on so the effect was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RjySxly7wnI/AAAAAAAAACU/iRAXwJuMQ4o/s1600-h/NjTie!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RjySxly7wnI/AAAAAAAAACU/iRAXwJuMQ4o/s320/NjTie!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061081461914583666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took tt pix right after we got out of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;spot me and jy? =)&lt;br /&gt;after the concert, i found out from vivien that the 4i pple were hanging about by the river side playing bridge and i really wished i was there. but it was too far and they didn't want to go anywhere else. me and jy were rather disappointed. i felt especially sad tt i couldn't meet the 4i pple. so i decided to go out with some of my classmates. the 6 of us went coronation to eat at what was it called? thai noodle if im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i had quite alot of fun there. tt's where most of the fun today was.&lt;br /&gt;we laughed ALOT while we ate cause some of my classmates are just so funny! then we couldn't stop laughing. when we were done eating, it was about 8? and we decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;i took the bus alone and listened to poddie.&lt;br /&gt;i also took my own sweet time crossing the overhead bridge and walking home still listening to music. and when i reached my condo i took the long route to my block. walked &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; slowly and along with the slow rhythm of the music (did i spell tt right?) thought about alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;ok actually i didn't think about alot of things, more like just running the song lyrics through my head.&lt;br /&gt;finally i returned home, only to discover tt the huge 15x15cm butterfly was still at outside my house at the lift area. i have this terrible phobia of butterflies and got so i scraed i ran into my house.&lt;br /&gt;what an abrupt end to my slow rhythmic walking.&lt;br /&gt;so now im online. blogging about the terrible day, and feeling not so good either.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;im still wishing i could have met up with 4i pple, but i guess i can't have everything i want.&lt;br /&gt;at least dinner was fun for tt moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-6395786100867563177?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/6395786100867563177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=6395786100867563177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6395786100867563177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/6395786100867563177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-really-bad-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrPFCVj0Qsg/RjySxly7wnI/AAAAAAAAACU/iRAXwJuMQ4o/s72-c/NjTie!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37937403.post-5815482567386352852</id><published>2007-05-03T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:37:12.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. felt like ages since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;there isn't much to blog actually. but i find tt i get really depressed lately when i hear how depressed everyone is or seems to be under all the smiling faces. and of course also my own reasons but yeah. i should stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;won't do me or anybody else good if i get depressed along and mope about.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, like always, i don't quite know what to type here.&lt;br /&gt;just wish that everything would stop,and i can freeze time right now, take a breather, and plunge back into the fast racing stream of endless troubles.&lt;br /&gt;ok, tt's kinda exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. im stoning. dunno what to blog here.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much lately. or at least nothing much tt i wanna blog.&lt;br /&gt;it's like there is so many things running through my mind, of course alot of them are solved and all that. don't have the mood to blog those.&lt;br /&gt;then the events and things tt happen and i don't quite wanna blog them too cause im lazy and i don't have the mood either.&lt;br /&gt;in fact in typing this entry simply to update my blog. not much of an update since im typing brainless stuffs here.&lt;br /&gt;wells, it's finally a fri and when sch ends tmr, it officially spells freedom for 3 days. YES 3 DAYS. mon is an nj holiday =) but then, what's the fun when im stuck at home and everyone else is at sch anws, but i shouldn't be complaining cause hey, it is a holiday after all! maybe i can bake something on monday.&lt;br /&gt;mmm... i took the bus for the first time to sch by myself. but nope. it just felt sian as i would feel takign my dad's car to sch. nothigne xciting or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm the bus ride to sch and back had some erm... strange experiences. well, i prolly have alrealy told u or will tell you pple reading my blog so no point typing.&lt;br /&gt;this entry is so pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37937403-5815482567386352852?l=remainingstrands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/feeds/5815482567386352852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37937403&amp;postID=5815482567386352852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5815482567386352852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37937403/posts/default/5815482567386352852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remainingstrands.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>sher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src
