<?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-12065376</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:02:54.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love might not make the world go round, but it's what makes the ride worthwhile.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a COOOOL blog. Just like da owner of this blog. MUAHAHAHA!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-8741481418684371374</id><published>2007-06-12T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:49:10.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Helloooo.... I have a new blog. Please DO NOT laugh at the url. (esp. YOU, huihui!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shufenisTALL.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-8741481418684371374?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/8741481418684371374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=8741481418684371374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/8741481418684371374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/8741481418684371374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/06/helloooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-6553995126867498542</id><published>2007-05-01T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:55:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never disliked miniMATS soo much in my entire life before! (i've always thought that malays are friendlier creatures) So i was jogging at da park nearby my house, a couple of days ago. My first round, those miniMATS (no offence to da nice malay boys out there) sang 'Shake it' when i ran past. Initially, i paid no attention to it. Second round, this imbecile infantile punee miniMAT puffed his cigarette right in my face. HELLO?! I believe i don't look like someone who appreciates second-hand smoking. IF i smoke, i'd have bought my OWN cigarettes. So thanks but no thanks! I ignored his childish actions and continued running. (i was feeling angelic that day) Next round, they did da same thing AGAIN. Ya wouldn't be able to imagine how irritated i was. So i said 'CAN YOU STOP BEING SO CHILDISH?!' I guess i provoked 'em, so they started spewing vulgarities, da B**** and F*** words, naming female body parts and so on. On a serious note, they need to expand on their vocabulary. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiniMAT: I F*** ya then ya know ah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry... not interested AT ALL. *retch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiniMAT: ya CHEE B**!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?? Ya've got it? Ewee...!&lt;br /&gt;MiniMATS: *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to stoop down to their level, but i'm a hot-headed person. It kills not to retaliate. Now thinking bout it, i'm not sure if i still find it annoying. More like funny to me. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. to da mats out there, please get a life. =) And there are ppl out there who are nastier than me, who wouldn't hesitate to sue ya fer underage smoking and sexual harassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-6553995126867498542?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/6553995126867498542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=6553995126867498542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/6553995126867498542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/6553995126867498542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-never-disliked-minimats-soo-much-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-1739488447462859198</id><published>2007-04-20T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:48:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, watch this hilarious video of 'Tickle Me EMO'!!!! A parody of 'Tickle Me Elmo'. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nRNYG_xM2U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipad. A parody of Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsfIMWaflcc&amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this as well. I love Dixie Chicks but MAN! this spoof is hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rVRK64Aa2Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Average asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V40x3BL5TLI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;F spoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3-WzqfbVHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird flu. Da elmo and cookie monster part was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K8KvHxh1VI&amp;mode=related&amp;search=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-1739488447462859198?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/1739488447462859198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=1739488447462859198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/1739488447462859198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/1739488447462859198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg-watch-this-hilarious-video-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-654568829827002425</id><published>2007-04-10T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:56:28.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laugh!</title><content type='html'>Excellent poems by not so famous poets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found on toilet doors and walls..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A budding poet trying his best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I lie in stinky vapor,&lt;br /&gt;Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,&lt;br /&gt;Shall I lie, or shall I linger,&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I be forced to use my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he graduated to be a poet, he wrote this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Tried to shit&lt;br /&gt;But only farted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who had a different experience wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky,&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fart,&lt;br /&gt;And shit in my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's true that people find inspiration in toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here&lt;br /&gt;To shit and stink.&lt;br /&gt;But all I do&lt;br /&gt;Is sit and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also people who come in for a different purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some come here to sit and think&lt;br /&gt;Some come here to shit and stink&lt;br /&gt;But I come here to scratch my balls,&lt;br /&gt;And read the bullshit on the walls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilets walls also double as job advertisement space.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written high upon the wall)&lt;br /&gt;If you can piss above this line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Singapore Fire Department wants you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry of Environment advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aim to please!&lt;br /&gt;You aim too!.. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of a toilet door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrons are requested to remain seated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the entire performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this should teach some a lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign seen at a restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands that clean these toilets also make your food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please aim properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-654568829827002425?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/654568829827002425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=654568829827002425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/654568829827002425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/654568829827002425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-for-laugh.html' title='Just for laugh!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-7124052138590792667</id><published>2007-03-22T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:06:40.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;OMG i think i need Extreme makeover or something. Tummy tuck, liposuction, eye lift, brow lift, whatsoever lift they've got fer my arse. I haven't been working out and my visible cellulites is definitely enough to prove that. Okie.. da part regarding eye lift and brow lift is kinda unnecessary. Just to stress my point and exaggerate a bit. It's tough getting back to my jogging routine when there's no motivation. I mean, army half marathon and standard chartered marathon are still months away.... So why bother start training now when i can plant my huge bum on my comfy sofa watching tv (though nowadays there's not much on tv to watch)? Okie.. I know that's a postively wrong mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. i'm so proud of myself today. I managed to wake up as early as 8 in da morning!! It's a rare episode fer me alrighty? As ya know, i'm usually not even outta my lala land (hugging and smooching my utt-look-alike prince charming) till 3pm. So i was listening to Muttons in the morning fer a couple of hrs and my gosh!, they're still as hilarious as ever. Not to forget, their wit and polluted minds. Muttons in the morning was my company on my way to sch back in jc. I still rmb how hard it was trying to abstain from laughing at their silly jokes on da bus, just in case ppl around me thought i was siao. Well... i participated in What The Bleah!? (i think that's how it's supposed to be spelled?) and darn my wild guess was right! Too bad i was too slow in presenting my answer. Ya can't blame someone who just got outta bed and is still half-conscious, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn: There's a cat in China that has this special talent, which makes it really famous now. What is da talent?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: It is able to meow it's own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty impressive, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i woke up earlier than usual this morning, i discovered some new tv programmes (that i've never watched before) and updated myself on a particular show. I, now, know that Blue's Clues seldom use da handy-dandy notebook like they used to. Also, Blue can talk instead of whimper and wail now!! It has become 3D as well. Haha... those were rather stupid things fer someone to be noticing but well.. i'm stupid enough to do so! Lol. Another thing, i watched Hope&amp;Faith. Apparently, it's not a new sitcom but it's da first time they're showing it on chn5. I suggest they should change it to 10pm slot, cuz i believe da viewers would love it as much as i did! Okie.. maybe i'm just feeling giggly today, that's why almost everything, and anything appears to be funny to me. Speaking of that show, it reminds me of a friend of mine, named Wanda. Maybe not my friend, to be specific, she's my friend's friend. I rmb so ever clearly that her surname is Foo (or some sort of surnames that has da same pronunciation). SO, that makes her Wanda Foo (Wonder-ful, get it?) I practically had to poke myself to laugh da first time i heard that. It's obviously not funny, it's inclined more to da 'thick-skinned' category. Guess what? Her sister's name is Faith. SO, that makes her Faithful! I don't have anything against her. In fact, i really liked her even though we've only met once. However, i have heard terrible stories bout her; rumours in fact. People often say that rumours contain reasonable amount of truth in it. Oh well, who am i to judge? In any case, i might marry a Mr Foo and name our daughter Beauty! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sch!&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my SFG and odac friends.&lt;br /&gt;Not so much of my *ahem* beautiful, sexy and hot Miss Mossy (meion &amp;amp; eileen came up with that).&lt;br /&gt;See! They're interesting girls, even a dirty green top could inspire 'em sucha name.&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i miss my junny? Hurhur!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;I bet huihui misses her bouncy cheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-7124052138590792667?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/7124052138590792667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=7124052138590792667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/7124052138590792667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/7124052138590792667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-i-think-i-need-extreme-makeover-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-7589119896123013425</id><published>2007-03-19T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:18:17.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Huihui wants me to blog. However, (sad to say that) i've got nothing worth mentioning. My life is pretty mundane and uneventful. Other than da fact that i went to play badminton with zak, his cousin and her friend. It was quite lame, cuz it took me 1.5 solid hrs to get there (jl bukit merah CC) just to spend 1 short hr playing. Even though i love long bus rides, still da traveling was rather time-consuming. Plus, think about it, i'm using freaking adult fare already!! Alrighty, complaints aside. All in all, i enjoyed myself. His cousin and her friend are really comical. They're like kids stuck in an adult's body. I must say that i was relatively impressed with his cousin's skills... Her smashings almost cause my face to be disfigured! Not only once, but twice, da shuttlecock sliced my cheek! It was hilarious la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... maybe i should talk bout this dream i had this morning. It was a really absurd dream, especially da last part.. totally add a punch to da story. But then again, dreams are supposed to be absurd, aren't they? Haha.. Anyway, da dream goes like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that my bro was charged fer man-slaughtering. He killed this man cuz apparently he seduced my sister-in-law (omg can't imagine my bro getting married). When that dead man's mother discovered da truth and threatened to report da case to da police, in a flap, my bro got rid of her too. Then some things happened in betweens, which i can't rmb clearly... fast-forward to da part whereby i confronted my bro regarding da murder. He told me he lost control over his emotions and actions at that point in time.... THAT'S when da absurd part came. Outta a sudden, he muttered to himself, 'hmm i'm hungry' and reached his hand into my bag fer a packet of chips and started munching on it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of da day:&lt;br /&gt;Rascal flatts - What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uarA71riaOk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uarA71riaOk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go fer kayaking 2 star course!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn parkour!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn aikido/judo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I still have yet to register fer uni. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-7589119896123013425?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/7589119896123013425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=7589119896123013425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/7589119896123013425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/7589119896123013425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/03/huihui-wants-me-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-786201840344255234</id><published>2007-03-16T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:53:24.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Innovative and Independent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/intj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are determined and driven. Confident in your abilities, no field is too difficult for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Design&lt;br /&gt;Engineering&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Political Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I happened to come across this interesting quiz from meion's blog. Well... i was hoping to see 'dentistry' or 'medicine' among da list of professions. How come meion's quiz result has?! Haha... Oh well.. I did think of doing phy though. Ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-786201840344255234?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/786201840344255234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=786201840344255234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/786201840344255234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/786201840344255234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-learning-style-innovative-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-3639015462080336046</id><published>2007-03-12T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T10:45:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've come to da decision of choosing medicine and dentistry. I can't even convince myself to choose these courses initially, cuz i very well know that chances that i get picked from MANY other SMARTER applicants are slim. When i finally did convince myself and happily talked bout it to this friend of mine, he told me IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO GET IN LA! Hey, da last thing i need right now is discouragement okay?! I was so pissed that i blocked him on msn. That's sheer infantile behaviour, i know. Oh well.. doesn't it suck when ya're not half as smart as others (refering to straight As students)? Nvm! I'll choose Phy&amp;amp;Applied phy as well.. so that i could fall back on that if i don't get chosen fer medicine or dentistry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want da life of a taitai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Any uni offering taitai course?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-3639015462080336046?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/3639015462080336046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=3639015462080336046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/3639015462080336046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/3639015462080336046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-come-to-da-decision-of-choosing.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-5171274239688612048</id><published>2007-02-26T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:09:15.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So many couples are breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;It scares me a lil.&lt;br /&gt;Couples that i thought would last, didn't.&lt;br /&gt;What's with da 'I will love ya forever' all about then?&lt;br /&gt;Prob they define 'forever' differently from Oxford dic (ooh dickkk! HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;In that case, couples should practise sweet-talking with less corny lines.&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. such as 'I will love ya fer as long as i can'.&lt;br /&gt;Or 'I will love ya till my love fer ya dies.'&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound more plausible? Yet less romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohhh NVM (national vertical marthon) turned out better than i expected it to be. I thought i'd collapse before even reaching da 30th storey. Thank god i didn't. Cuz there were so many hunks stationed at da waterpoints. It'd be extremely embarrassing if i were to faint. But then again, i could've fainted in their arms! Darn! Haha... And bloody hell. There were this 3 girls who stood by da door at da 59th storey, and didn't bother cheering fer me even though i was left with one last flight of stairs. Instead, they cheered fer this guy behind me. Eh, girls! Stop being so boy crazy! Oh ya! I bumped into johanna at da marathon. Omg la.. she joined both women's open and team open category. Like climbing 60 storeys isn't enough? Haha... I saw arvind and jessica too! Lovely lovely couple... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S. Huihui!! I updated my blog! Happy reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.P.S Huihui, it's high time ya oughta get over cheng! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-5171274239688612048?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/5171274239688612048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=5171274239688612048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/5171274239688612048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/5171274239688612048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-many-couples-are-breaking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-6729067962411798599</id><published>2007-02-21T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:51:05.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarah Geronimo - Forever's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I would have to live my life again&lt;br /&gt;I'd stay in love with you the way I've been&lt;br /&gt;Your love is something no one ever can replace&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine life with someone else&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I will share my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever may not be enough it's true&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with so much love&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;No words can say how much I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;And if forever's not enough for me to love you I'd spent another lifetime baby,&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I won't do&lt;br /&gt;Forever's not enough to love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say tomorrow seems so far away,&lt;br /&gt;And now we see that everything can change&lt;br /&gt;My love for you gets stronger as tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;I know this love will stand&lt;br /&gt;In the test of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coda:&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's nothing I can't do&lt;br /&gt;And never will I ever go&lt;br /&gt;Forever's not enough to love you so&lt;br /&gt;But if forever is one day&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I'll stay to show you&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you will never end... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sweeeeeet or whaaaat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-6729067962411798599?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/6729067962411798599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=6729067962411798599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/6729067962411798599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/6729067962411798599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/02/sarah-geronimo-forevers-not-enough-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-117155148873247392</id><published>2007-02-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:58:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alamak! Muscle ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth man... I took a camp fer da navy at sarimbun today. I was supposed to HAVE a group... I ended up with 3 members ONLY. How pathetic is that?? Sigh.. that simply proves how attractive i am. Lol. So, without having a say in it, my group was forced to collapse and merge with another group. =( I just joined da SK warriors to do shit job fer da entire day. That explains da muscle ache i'm suffering from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of da camp!!!! : I met Kenneth Wee!! If ya're clueless on who da hell he is, he's da acjc water polo guy who was featured on Seventeen mag. He's so freaking charming!! *drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Taxi drivers have da tendency to think that i have difficulty pronouncing Serangoon, and pronounce it as Sarimbun instead. Thanks ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-117155148873247392?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/117155148873247392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=117155148873247392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/117155148873247392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/117155148873247392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/02/alamak-muscle-ache.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-117101825140157057</id><published>2007-02-09T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:50:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hgoeruihgavnfkvn dfjkghg bkldfnvkldfgnoyhBDKFGERHTONOAVOGNOETBHOdhgjhruiyhrtghhtn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me. But I just needed to vent my anger on da keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my mum would stop me from doing camps. I haven't talked to her ever since tues night. She's just one person i can never reason out with. She's too fucking stubborn fer anything of that sort. All she does is say NO without even substantiating her stand with any reasonings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i started out doing camps cuz of my friends. After going through few camps, and interacting with different characters, i realized i'm beginning to love this job. It's not so much bout da pay anymore.. it's more like a means fer me to widen my circle of friends. Plus, sometimes da kids can really make me feel appreciated. I've gained a whole lot of confidence, which i never knew i had. All that, drives me to take up more camps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, i'm gonna fight with my mum till she approves of this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note... The other day zak and i were looking fer seats at da clinic, we spotted this 2 bubble tea cups; one of which was empty and the other was half-filled with milk tea. Zak jokingly presumed that da 2 cups were a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *act smart* hey... which do ya think is da guy then?&lt;br /&gt;Zak: ermm... no idea. why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: da "empty" one is da guy. *pointing to his head*&lt;br /&gt;Zak: Haha... so what? Da girl is just filled with milk, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-117101825140157057?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/117101825140157057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=117101825140157057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/117101825140157057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/117101825140157057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/02/hgoeruihgavnfkvn-dfjkghg.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116962578470214750</id><published>2007-01-24T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:03:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey ppl... i chanced upon these 2 video clips that are really refreshingly hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out or ya'll regret. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld14ZG2mzNM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld14ZG2mzNM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9YTxff3pHU&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9YTxff3pHU&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be doing my next camp next week. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116962578470214750?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116962578470214750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116962578470214750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116962578470214750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116962578470214750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116883543309807410</id><published>2007-01-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:30:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8th Jan: went fer training at dairy farm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9th Jan: worked as a trainee under wati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10th-12th Jan: attended my very first camp (jurongville sec)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On da first day of camp, i kept thinking to myself &lt;em&gt;this is shit job. &lt;/em&gt;My gosh! That thought kept surfacing in my mind. I felt so helpless at times, to da point i felt like crying and quitting da darn job. I guess it just took some time fer me to adapt. I've always been a follower. It's tough to switch to being a leader now, ya see. Hmm.. I think da reason why i'm still holding on to this job is cuz of da ppl i work with there. They're a fun bunch of peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh btw! Something creepy occured at da trainer's dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ida: hey.. last night did ya wake up and sit on yer bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: huh? i rmb i did wake up, but i just woke up to switch sides to lie on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ida: ya sure ya didn't sit on yer bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: yaa... very sure. why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ida: oh... cuz i saw somebody on yer bed, sitting upright. and rocking back and fro. i thought it was ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: ......... *goosebumps* i think ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THAT IS FREAKING CREEPY CAN!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116883543309807410?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116883543309807410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116883543309807410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116883543309807410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116883543309807410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2007/01/8th-jan-went-fer-training-at-dairy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116747889324771234</id><published>2006-12-30T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:41:33.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh i just read muion's blog. Darn.. why is everyone going overseas fer holidays, while i'm stuck here in da uber boring sg? How pathetic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nvm, no point dwelling in self-pity. Joan and i are planning on a shopping spree in hk. Just da 2 of us. How exciting!! But that's till we've saved sufficient (or prob more than just sufficient) money, so we can pay using our own money. =) I'm working towards being an independent person. (ermm.. i hope.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yst i was shopping around bugis area, and i spotted this dress that looks EXACTLY like da one i wore fer prom. After taking a closer look and stroking on da material of da dress fer a million times, i concluded that it IS similar!!! I got mine fer $158 and they were selling da imitation fer $30++. WTH!! Can somebody just stab me right in my chest!?!?! I'm not sure if my frustration is caused by da fact that i could have gotten it at a MUCH lower price or that someone might think that i got sucha cheapo prom dress. Sigh. Just my luck! Not only that. Yst i purchased a spag top at $36.90 at a shop in century square. Just today, i noticed a similar spag top priced at only $32 in another shop (yes, in century square too!)!! I feel so... utterly... conned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thankfully, my dad is back. I feel loaded once again, but i doubt this is gonna last anyway. Probably i need some financial assistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116747889324771234?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116747889324771234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116747889324771234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116747889324771234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116747889324771234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-i-just-read-muions-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116715819363775887</id><published>2006-12-27T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:36:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Due to popular demand, i'm back here blogging again. Okie, i can hear ppl going "Popular demand my arse!" Haha... Yes yes, it was a joke. Da reason why i don't blog as much is freaking obvious. Apparently, not many visit my blog anymore. Let alone reading da unconstructive content of each entries. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since i actually bothered going through da hassle of signing into my blogger account, clicking on 'create new post' then typing shit in here, followed by clicking on 'publish post'. Haha.. Okie. I typed that one long chunk of words on purpose, just to make up sufficient words to form a proper entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ya can't exactly blame me fer that. I mean, when there's no sch, there's no gossips. In addition, there's nothing to bitch bout regarding my fav. tutor. -name shall be left unmentioned to avoid embarrassment- Now i haveta admit that what Cheng said was absolutely right. I do feel lost after graduating from jc. Firstly, my daily dose of gossips is gone. Secondly, my daily routine (sch) has ceased, so i'm unsure of whatta do everyday. Oh mann... why am i talking bout sch once again? SHIT! I should just stop being sucha nerd and agrees with everyone else that "Glad that sch is O V E R! WOOHOOO!!" Alrighty, i'm still uncertain how i feel bout life without sch. But one thing that i know fer sure is that, life isn't as fun as ever. -though less stressful- Aww.. speaking of which, i miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, da gossip monger here has got quite a number of gossips to share. Gossips that probably da entre cahort knows. Gossips that i can never share in here, if not i'll be hunt down. Even gossips that i made up myself. Haha.. this further proves how boring my life currently is. Okie shit, i sound like a total loser, compared to girls who goes shopping and partying all day long. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say i've spent uneventful months ever since a levels ended cuz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went fer a job interview at Innotrek fer a position as camp instructor. Boy, did that interview went well, in fact it probably went wayyy toooo well that they keep calling me down fer da training camp, so that i can join their instructor family. I'm still considering. It's my passion. But without a companion, i'd feel lost. So maybe i'll try to convince mingming darling to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Returned sch to watch a mini performance put up by my lovely -plus SICK- odac juniors. I happened to sit right at da front, so i was given da 'honour' of video-ing da entire skit down. I should share da vid with ya ppl some day. I'd say it's a... visually unsettling vid. Or should i say rated R21. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had odac farewell party at coasta sands. I enjoyed first half of da party by laying comfortably on da bed, in an air-conditioned room, stuffing my face with food served by my juniors. Then, retribution. I spent the other half of da party barbecueing food fer my juniors. Well, they were grateful enough to repay my kindness by singing praises of me. -even though i could sense sarcasm in their praises- Nvm, self-delusion never fails to comfort me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Met up with half of SFG fer dinner and movie. Speaking of which, i'm pissed with serene. But let's not go into that. I'm truly grateful that i've got friends like muiON, shitty hui, jan, eileen, chinny and est. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guess that pretty much sums up everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: i bought presents fer 2 friends and i already spent close to hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;huihui: one fer him and one fer jy?&lt;br /&gt;me: haha... no la... my gift fer junny is FREE - my kisses.&lt;br /&gt;huihui: no wonder they say nothing free is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah, huihui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116715819363775887?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116715819363775887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116715819363775887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116715819363775887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116715819363775887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/12/due-to-popular-demand-im-back-here_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116715745987716831</id><published>2006-12-27T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:24:19.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Due to popular demand, i'm back here blogging again. Okie, i can hear ppl going "Popular demand my arse!" Haha... Yes yes, it was a joke. Da reason why i don't blog as much is freaking obvious. Apparently, not many visit my blog anymore. Let alone reading da unconstructive content of each entries. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since i actually bothered going through da hassle of signing into my blogger account, clicking on 'create new post' then typing shit in here, followed by clicking on 'publish post'. Haha.. Okie. I typed that one long chunk of words on purpose, just to make up sufficient words to form a proper entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ya can't exactly blame me fer that. I mean, when there's no sch, there's no gossips. In addition, there's nothing to bitch bout regarding my fav. tutor. -name shall be left unmentioned to avoid embarrassment- Now i haveta admit that what Cheng said was absolutely right. I do feel lost after graduating from jc. Firstly, my daily dose of gossips is gone. Secondly, my daily routine (sch) has ceased, so i'm unsure of whatta do everyday. Oh mann... why am i talking bout sch once again? SHIT! I should just stop being sucha nerd and agrees with everyone else that "Glad that sch is O V E R! WOOHOOO!!" Alrighty, i'm still uncertain how i feel bout life without sch. But one thing that i know fer sure is that, life isn't as fun as ever. -though less stressful- Aww.. speaking of which, i miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, da gossip monger here has got quite a number of gossips to share. Gossips that probably da entre cahort knows. Gossips that i can never share in here, if not i'll be hunt down. Even gossips that i made up myself. Haha.. this further proves how boring my life currently is. Okie shit, i sound like a total loser, compared to girls who goes shopping and partying all day long. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say i've spent uneventful months ever since a levels ended cuz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went fer a job interview at Innotrek fer a position as camp instructor. Boy, did that interview went well, in fact it probably went wayyy toooo well that they keep calling me down fer da training camp, so that i can join their instructor family. I'm still considering. It's my passion. But without a companion, i'd feel lost. So maybe i'll try to convince mingming darling to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Returned sch to watch a mini performance put up by my lovely -plus SICK- odac juniors. I happened to sit right at da front, so i was given da 'honour' of video-ing da entire skit down. I should share da vid with ya ppl some day. I'd say it's a... visually unsettling vid. Or should i say rated R21. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had odac farewell party at coasta sands. I enjoyed first half of da party by laying comfortably on da bed, in an air-conditioned room, stuffing my face with food served by my juniors. Then, retribution. I spent the other half of da party barbecueing food fer my juniors. Well, they were grateful enough to repay my kindness by singing praises of me. -even though i could sense sarcasm in their praises- Nvm, self-delusion never fails to comfort me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Met up with half of SFG fer dinner and movie. Speaking of which, i'm pissed with serene. But let's not go into that. I'm truly grateful that i've got friends like muiON, shitty hui, jan, eileen, chinny and est. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Guess that pretty much sums up everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: i bought presents fer 2 friends and i already spent close to hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;huihui: one fer him and one fer jy?&lt;br /&gt;me: haha... no la... my gift fer junny is FREE - my kisses.&lt;br /&gt;huihui: no wonder they say nothing free is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah, huihui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116715745987716831?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116715745987716831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116715745987716831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116715745987716831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116715745987716831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/12/due-to-popular-demand-im-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116557136836050937</id><published>2006-12-08T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:49:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/407993/accomplishment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/320/679790/accomplishment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Just received da photos Stand. Chart. sent over. And darn... do i look horrible in all of 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116557136836050937?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116557136836050937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116557136836050937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116557136836050937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116557136836050937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/12/alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116548272447285355</id><published>2006-12-07T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:12:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/587135/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/320/3076/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/204838/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/320/330221/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/204838/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/985728/Picture%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/320/982914/Picture%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/475336/P1040834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/320/374889/P1030811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/417735/P1030815.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/43914/P1030811.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/875960/P1030812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/320/268901/P1030812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/43914/P1030811.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2375/1004/1600/875960/P1030812.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erm... i guess that sums up what i've been up to lately ever since A's has ended. =) More photos to come i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116548272447285355?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116548272447285355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116548272447285355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116548272447285355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116548272447285355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/12/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116365502031395641</id><published>2006-11-16T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:30:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A scene took place on a BA (British Airway) flight between&lt;br /&gt;Johannesburg and London. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black&lt;br /&gt;man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. "Madam, what&lt;br /&gt;is the matter?" the hostess asked. "You obviously do not see it then?" She&lt;br /&gt;responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next&lt;br /&gt;to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat." "Be calm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the places on this flight are&lt;br /&gt;taken. I will go to see if another place is available." The hostess went&lt;br /&gt;away and then came back a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the&lt;br /&gt;economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is one seat in&lt;br /&gt;the business class. All the same, we also have one seat in the first&lt;br /&gt;class." Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued: "It is unusual&lt;br /&gt;for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the&lt;br /&gt;first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then turned to the black guy, and said, "Therefore, sir, if you would&lt;br /&gt;like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first&lt;br /&gt;class." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;em&gt;sktsktsk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116365502031395641?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116365502031395641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116365502031395641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116365502031395641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116365502031395641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/11/scene-took-place-on-ba-british-airway.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116357844370722368</id><published>2006-11-15T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:14:03.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get any cuter than this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt; Enjoy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/aliens1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/aliens1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/unicorn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/unicorn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/untitled1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/untitled1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/bunny%20suicide.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/400/bunny%20suicide.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/untitled.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/400/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/weet!.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/400/weet%21.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116357844370722368?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116357844370722368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116357844370722368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116357844370722368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116357844370722368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/11/cant-get-any-cuter-than-this.html' title='Can&apos;t get any cuter than this.'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116357249119445500</id><published>2006-11-15T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:34:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; may not make da world go round, but it's what makes da ride worthwhile. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i'm over ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's time to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's time to let go of da leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116357249119445500?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116357249119445500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116357249119445500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116357249119445500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116357249119445500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-may-not-make-da-world-go-round.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116111349927758333</id><published>2006-10-18T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:31:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okie.. just felt like posting some pics in here. It's all random pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/36450936041265l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/36450945648450l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/36450945648450l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/Image044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/Image044.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116111349927758333?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116111349927758333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116111349927758333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116111349927758333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116111349927758333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116093441946695945</id><published>2006-10-16T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:46:59.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooohh... it was soo boring on da day of mj openhouse. I mean, this time round there were less visitors compared to last yr, which was so much fun. Nevertheless, i had a great time ogling at cute guys, who are (sadly) younger than i am. =( Well, da structure that odac built didn't look that stable... was so afraid that it might collapse. Thank god it didn't. Casualties on an openhouse? Nahh.. Tried shooting hoops at da netball booth and i must say, it's tougher than bball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh. I managed to talk to junny fer da very last time, on openhouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: hey, can i take a photo with ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny turned around and gave me a shy smile, then turned back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny's friends: c'mon... just take with her... go... go laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: err.. since it's da last day of sch fer me. why not right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny back-faced me all da while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny's friends: c'mon laa... just a photo.. go laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: err.. nvm. it's okay if ya don't want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well. I've been rejected uncountable times by him. Haha.. nah kiddin. But he did smile at me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116093441946695945?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116093441946695945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116093441946695945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116093441946695945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116093441946695945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooohh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116059144246601663</id><published>2006-10-12T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:30:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My all time favourites. Ballads rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KQSvWgfrR8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KQSvWgfrR8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Traveling Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAx3p2icABw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAx3p2icABw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Concrete Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c1dgiPeVR8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c1dgiPeVR8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One Boy, One Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1QKsYDwZoQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1QKsYDwZoQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116059144246601663?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116059144246601663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116059144246601663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116059144246601663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116059144246601663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-all-time-favourites.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-116041379541566459</id><published>2006-10-10T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:09:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh. I was hoping to come online to unwind a lil, but to realise that none of my shorty friends are online. Haha... Pathetic? Yes yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just discovered something new bout myself today: Never dare me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chinny: quick, wave to junny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: ehh.. don't dare me ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chinny: okie i dare ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: *turns and faces junny who's boarding da bus* BYE JUNYI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny: *speechless and taken aback*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omg, once again, i've proven to junny that i'm some kinda stalkerish-weirdo. Next time when i say hi, da least he could do is to show some signs of acknowledgement. If not, ppl might think that i'm some kinda weirdo who goes round waving to guys i don't know. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think i need a lizard alert. I've had one too many BAD encounters with 'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-116041379541566459?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/116041379541566459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=116041379541566459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116041379541566459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/116041379541566459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115997643722417749</id><published>2006-10-04T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:40:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh here are some slogans that i came up with... my shorty friends did contribute their ideas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You give me wings when i'm falling." --- Sg Idol's song&lt;br /&gt;(slogan fer sanitary pad with WINGS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/viagra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/viagra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You raise me up, so i can stand on mountains." --- You raise me up by Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;(apparently slogan fer viagra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There's a figurative meaning to da word 'mountains' in this context. No idea? Clue: Think DIRRRTY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115997643722417749?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115997643722417749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115997643722417749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115997643722417749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115997643722417749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-here-are-some-slogans-that-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115997456620974936</id><published>2006-10-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:09:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/untitled.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! Look at da Ferrari red!! Lovely eh?&lt;br /&gt;"like da girls with da bodies, and boys with ferraris" --- GC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/untitled.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/untitled.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ipod shuffle has evolved from finger-sized to sucha compact size! Marvellous technology man! I bet da next generation would require ya to use toothpick to press da buttons.... can't wait! Haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chengcheng: (aimed at huihui) Wahh.. i wonder how yer future bf gonna be like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: *points to mr cheng* There! Like that lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chengcheng: *stunned* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAHAHAHA!!! Now i can keep using that line to disturb huihui. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh btw i watched Stay Alive today! It's quite a thrilling movie but it only lasted fer like 75mins if i rmb correctly. So it did not exactly worth my 7bucks. Haha... Nevertheless, i'd recommend this movie if ya're a sucker fer gore. Oh oh ohh... finally i getta see da new ipod nano and ipod vid!! Real sweeeett mannn.... That dumdum friend of mine bought ipod vid, and asked if they sell da sportstrap fer it. I was like HELLO? If ya wanna carry it when ya go jog, ya prob should've gotten an ipod nano instead. Haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANNA WATCH TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE!! It's coming soon! Weet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115997456620974936?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115997456620974936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115997456620974936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115997456620974936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115997456620974936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-look-at-da-ferrari-red-lovely-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115980707571223527</id><published>2006-10-03T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:37:55.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melissa: mr cheng, can flash (the answers) for us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: *stunned and laughed uncontrollably* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh boy, i didn't know melissa was this open-minded! Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's little things like this, that my friends actually use, to judge how &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt; a person i am. Oh well. I'm not in denial la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is soooo freaking monotonous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. Ya ppl should really catch Hikmah on Suria, Mon 9.30pm. Sucha poignant show! *sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115980707571223527?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115980707571223527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115980707571223527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115980707571223527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115980707571223527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/melissa-mr-cheng-can-flash_115980707571223527.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115980617063129248</id><published>2006-10-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:22:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melissa: mr cheng, can flash (the answers) for us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: *stunned and laughed uncontrollably* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh boy, i didn't know melissa was this open-minded! Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's little things like this, that my friends actually use, to judge how &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt; a person i am. Oh well. I'm not in denial la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is soooo freaking monotonous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. Ya ppl should really catch Hikmah on Suria, Mon 9.30pm. Sucha poignant show! *sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115980617063129248?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115980617063129248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115980617063129248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115980617063129248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115980617063129248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/melissa-mr-cheng-can-flash-answers-for_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115980558715049956</id><published>2006-10-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:13:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melissa: mr cheng, can flash (the answers) for us??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: *stunned and laughed uncontrollably* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh boy, i didn't know melissa was this open-minded! Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's little things like this, that my friends actually use, to judge how &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt; a person i am. Oh well. I'm not in denial la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is soooo freaking monotonous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. Ya ppl should really catch Hikmah on Suria, Mon 9.30pm. Sucha poignant show! *sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115980558715049956?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115980558715049956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115980558715049956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115980558715049956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115980558715049956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/melissa-mr-cheng-can-flash-answers-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115972423318403398</id><published>2006-10-02T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:37:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Missing ya has become a habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've told myself one too many times that this'll be my one last cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why is it so hard to erase ya from my memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115972423318403398?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115972423318403398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115972423318403398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115972423318403398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115972423318403398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/missing-ya-has-become-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115972397072084981</id><published>2006-10-02T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:32:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Highlight of da week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;1. went to joannie's house fer steamboat (wth.. her aunt's dog licked my toes.. should've told her to lock her dogs out cuz i'm a muslim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;2. caught John Tucker Must Die with dumdum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;3. missed da sakae buffet with my dearest shorty friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;4. played bball (how i dislike juaykai's huge ego!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;5. gossiped with few of my shorties at downtown east (we hopped from da foodcourt to ben&amp;jerry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;6. watched 6 episodes of this korean drama serial (can't rmb da title, it's showing soon on channelU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Someone once told me, "Everyone has his own purpose in life. Same goes to ya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: Ohhh.. my purpose in life is to make everyone around me look good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;How pathetic huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/alas!%20mr%20cheng%20unawares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/alas%21%20mr%20cheng%20unawares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;3 pictures of SFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;JC life's gonna end real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is the only reason i'll feel sad thinking bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115972397072084981?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115972397072084981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115972397072084981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115972397072084981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115972397072084981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/highlight-of-da-week-1_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115876933447916191</id><published>2006-09-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:22:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WAHLAU EH!! Just now this freaking hideous looking baby lizard assasinated me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It stood by da door when i wanted to just dash outta da bathroom. So we stared at each other fer a couple of mins before i mustered enough courage to open da door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*slowly slides open da door* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THEN IT JUMPED OFF DA WALL IN MY DIRECTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*screeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmm* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then i dashed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank god it didn't land on me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well well.. ppl do change over time. And i don't like it one bit. I'm not referring to anyone in particular anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOO GOO GA GAA? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115876933447916191?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115876933447916191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115876933447916191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115876933447916191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115876933447916191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/09/wahlau-eh-just-now-this-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115864461125526091</id><published>2006-09-19T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:43:31.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an entry dedicated to huihui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: hey hui.. let's go play bball soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: how bout at da bball court opposite my house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: aiya... cannot. my ball got no air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hui immediately stares at my boobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(took me quite some time to realise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: NO LA! NOT &lt;em&gt;THESE&lt;/em&gt; BALLS, ya idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA! Isn't she just dirty-minded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115864461125526091?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115864461125526091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115864461125526091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115864461125526091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115864461125526091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/09/entry-dedicated-to-huihui.html' title='an entry dedicated to huihui'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115756056266570730</id><published>2006-09-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:36:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teddy Geiger - These Walls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what is front of me&lt;br /&gt;But what if life end up to my knees&lt;br /&gt;And I can't figure out how the hell I wound up here&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed ok when I started out the other day&lt;br /&gt;Then the rain came pourin down&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm drowning in my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I watch the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when I'm scared I have to try to fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall but I've seen it done before&lt;br /&gt;I gotta step outside these walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got no master plans&lt;br /&gt;To help me out or make me stand up&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that I really want&lt;br /&gt;You had me too afraid to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I look ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;Cry and pray for sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line&lt;br /&gt;And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And even when I'm scared I have to try to fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall but I've seen it done before&lt;br /&gt;I gotta step outside these walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These walls can't be my haven&lt;br /&gt;These walls can't keep me safe here&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I've got to let'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line&lt;br /&gt;And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And even when I'm scared I have to try to fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall but I've seen it done before&lt;br /&gt;I gotta step outside these walls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But why do some ppl feel it more often than anybody else? *ponders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115756056266570730?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115756056266570730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115756056266570730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115756056266570730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115756056266570730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/09/teddy-geiger-these-walls-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115756031060329223</id><published>2006-09-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:32:00.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Bautista - So It's You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smiled, that's how it all started&lt;br /&gt;And you came right in time&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone&lt;br /&gt;And we said hello&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my heart was beating fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's you I've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;So it's you, where were you all along&lt;br /&gt;Very special moments, these will always be with me&lt;br /&gt;We are here, you and I, we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We touched and we felt more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Add two hands reachin' out&lt;br /&gt;Filled with so much longing&lt;br /&gt;It felt good inside&lt;br /&gt;There is no denying I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's you I've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;So it's you, where were you all along&lt;br /&gt;Very special moments, these will always be with me&lt;br /&gt;We are here, you and I, we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's you I've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;So it's you, where were you all along&lt;br /&gt;Very special moments, these will always be with me&lt;br /&gt;We are here, you and I, we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here, you and I, we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115756031060329223?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115756031060329223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115756031060329223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115756031060329223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115756031060329223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/09/christian-bautista-so-its-you-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115747530611304777</id><published>2006-09-06T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:55:06.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wth. I knew it! He finds me annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: hey do ya find me annoying? i mean honestly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny: dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: just be honest with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny: abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: wah thanks.. that's so straightforward of ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny: no dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junny: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alrighty boy, i'm so sick of holding a conv. whereby i'm da one doing most of da talking. I agree with susu. I might as well talk to myself in da mirror. Well, that's pretty dumb, but at least i can get a decent reply which consist of more than one word; that'd be more more i guess. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's da way i console myself. *fake a smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s. it is still love or just da left behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115747530611304777?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115747530611304777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115747530611304777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115747530611304777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115747530611304777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-wth.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115708940475064673</id><published>2006-09-01T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:43:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now now, who came up with da term &lt;em&gt;'retail therapy'&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Every women is using this as an excuse to spend;&lt;br /&gt;including me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to junny over da phone yst.&lt;br /&gt;Da conversation went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: hey ya rmb shufen right?&lt;br /&gt;junny: err yah?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh so why didn't ya text me?&lt;br /&gt;junny: huh?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh i'm shufen! so.. why didn't ya text me?&lt;br /&gt;junny: errr...... *a long pause* i doonn'ttt knnooowww? *spoke with a draggy-cum-monotonous voice*&lt;br /&gt;me: oh okie... nvm.. can i text ya instead??&lt;br /&gt;junny: errrr.... annnyyyttthhiinnnggg. *still with da monotonous voice*&lt;br /&gt;me: okie!! *thrilled* wait ah.. i'll pass da phone back to shihui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shihui: yaddayaddayadda...... study hard okay? i can help ya with yer chem!&lt;br /&gt;me: *gesticulate to her to pass da phone to me* ermm ermm... i can tutor ya fer phy!! haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-conv. ended-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOORRRAAAAYYYYY!!!! I finally got his permission to possess his contact no. and even text him!! Thanks but no thanks, he didn't reply my msg. =/ Should i go all out to get his attention or just forget bout it since apparently he doesn't seem interested at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, i can't believe i joined da Standard Chartered Sg Marathon 2006. FULL marathon, mind ya! Credits go to SHIThui! *grimace* I bloody hell hope i wouldn't pass out before i even complete half da stipulated distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, chinny huihui and i caught this disgusting sight of an ah-pek. He was cycling past us at da bus stop, when he smiled at us cheekily and began playing with his dentures!!! I totally shrieked in horror man! *yukes!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115708940475064673?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115708940475064673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115708940475064673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115708940475064673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115708940475064673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-now-who-came-up-with-da-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115675023065853203</id><published>2006-08-28T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:30:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- went fer da SAFRA Sheares Bridge Run &amp; Army Half Marathon 2006 (timing: 1hr 15mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- had a great time ogling at tons of army guys *giggles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115675023065853203?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115675023065853203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115675023065853203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115675023065853203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115675023065853203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/08/went-fer-da-safra-sheares-bridge-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115650508196391485</id><published>2006-08-25T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:24:42.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh maaannnn.... It's officially da last day of my j2 sch life. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! *echoes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Study break begins tmr, which means prelims' just round da corner, then next comes a levels at da speed of light. Omg... i didn't expect it to come &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; soon. My mentality isn't "let's get this over and done with" anymore, now i'd liketa switch it to "gimme more time to mug pls?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;PE was extremely enjoyable, nonetheless tiring! Initially, i wanted to play floorball but we didn't have enough ppl to even form one team, let alone two. So huihui managed to convince me to play bball instead. Boy, i'm glad she made me play bball with her. I don't know why but i felt extremely skilled today, shooting in few hoops. Satisfied. =) Weet! Haha... OH! It just dawned on me that chinny didn't join us in da game. Gosh i'm slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Recess was great too. Lame conversations, laughter, camwhoring, laughter laughter laughter, crapping, and yaddayadda.... Estherification snapped a lesbian-ish photo of huihui meiON and me. GOSH! MeiON really lives up to her sec sch name in that photo; PL (pure lesbian). Oops.. no offence to those plmgss girls. Two groups of girls from da next table began camwhoring too, they were prob. inpsired by us i guess. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Lessons were so bloody dreary cuz i didn't getta see my darling mr se. Umm... is it pretty scandalous of me to be going gaga over a middleage man, at my age now? And that's not it, da middleage man happened to be a teacher. Haha!! Slap me to my senses pls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Speaking of which, (going gaga over someone) i'm sad to announce that i'll &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; getta know junny- the one i've been going dotty about. Honestly, i've never, in my entire life, met anyone this shy! Hmm... in the looks department, he's prob on demand; but in the character department, i bet he'd be left on da shelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-s&lt;em&gt;ighhh-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I'll never getta see him ever again........... alrighty, unless i continue my stalking routine. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Aiyaa... i'd better not. I don't wanna freak him out. Maybe i should be contented with da fact that i've come into body contact with him before (haha.. i merely tapped his shoulders =/). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Ohh where art thou, junny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Rubbish aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Intensive mugging shall take place next mon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/books.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/books.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Mug mug mugggg!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115650508196391485?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115650508196391485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115650508196391485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115650508196391485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115650508196391485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-maaannnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115642314577792200</id><published>2006-08-24T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:39:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/elevatebythemeconspiracy9jf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/elevatebythemeconspiracy9jf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/Drain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/Drain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/Ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115642280276377622</id><published>2006-08-24T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:33:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;High School Musical - When There Was Me and You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here but all I want&lt;br /&gt;Is to be over there&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;br /&gt;Miracles could happen&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;A wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Thats coming true&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;br /&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;And when you smiled&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I could sing along&lt;br /&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your not a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star&lt;br /&gt;Just don't come true&lt;br /&gt;Cause now even I tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that&lt;br /&gt;I could be so blind&lt;br /&gt;It's like you were floating&lt;br /&gt;While I was falling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;Thought you felt it too&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115642280276377622?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115642280276377622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115642280276377622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115642280276377622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115642280276377622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/08/high-school-musical.html' title='High School Musical!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115518354123157407</id><published>2006-08-10T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:19:01.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so easy to say goodbye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so hard to let da feelings die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'm glad my feelings fer ya died. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RIP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Going fer sakae buffet tmr! Wheee!! That would means a helluva time enjoying japanese food. And also means a helluva time jogging to shed off those few pounds gained. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterflies are born to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then they fly away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hmm i find this line very inspiring. God knows why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115518354123157407?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115518354123157407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115518354123157407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115518354123157407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115518354123157407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-so-easy-to-say-goodbyeso-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115401848392164438</id><published>2006-07-28T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:41:23.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1147723180yellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Yellow&lt;/b&gt;. Out of all the colours, yellow is the one to cheer everyone up, and this tends to be your job. You are the one cracking jokes, making light of the situation and always trying to make people like you. And you know what, they do. You are never without a smile and love hot sunny days because they reflect your sunny personality. You are optimistic, bright and childlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="72" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;72%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="72" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;72%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="55" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="55" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=189890"&gt;Which Colour Represents You???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115401848392164438?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115401848392164438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115401848392164438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115401848392164438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115401848392164438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-scored-as-yellow.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115315314600105242</id><published>2006-07-18T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:19:06.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 things i find weird bout myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate milk, but i love pearl milk tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate choco, but i love choco ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate it when ppl observe me, but i love to observe ppl's actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate ppl cutting my queue, but i love to cut ppl's queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate strawberry flavoured food, but i love fresh strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate to be mistaken as a sec sch kid, but i love it when ppl tell me i look younger than my actual age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate potato products, but i love french fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate standing on da left, but i love da fact that i'm a lefty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate eating rice, but i love rice noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate to study, but i love exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-7km today. accomplished-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S. Tamp swimming complex gym isn't a very nice place to workout. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115315314600105242?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115315314600105242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115315314600105242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115315314600105242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115315314600105242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/07/10-things-i-find-weird-bout-myself-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115307029899304438</id><published>2006-07-17T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:18:19.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/StupidWhoretrashcan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/StupidWhoretrashcan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/1600/ballooongirl6qt14jl.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2375/1004/320/ballooongirl6qt14jl.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hmm... don't ya just like these 2 pics? I think my blog's really getting a lil dead. I don't use it as often as i did, i can almost imagine myself seeing cobwebs and dust collected all over it. Nvm.. just let it remain as it is. I don't wanna deliberately blog just to attract blog hoppers to read my entries. Anyway, i had lotsa these few days. I finally getta exercise!! I just love da feeling of muscle aches. Whee! Played bball and vball fer 4 solid hrs on fri evening. Then went cycling with part of my clique on sat. Went fer a 5km jog on sunday evening. Wah shiok! I feel so accomplished! I mean, ever since exams started, i didn't even getta step a foot outta my house to do any form of exercise. Besides all that, i'm really happy with my midyr results. I got DEC. Well, ppl from those prestigious jcs might respond 'Huh? Ya call that good ah? Pls la!'. BUT i personally feel that i didn't let myself down. Okie.. except fer maths maybe? I did da most revision fer maths, yet still scored an E grade. Like wth! On the other hand, i took 4-5days to cover phy, i actually scored a C. Haha... Alrighty, enough of this boring talk bout results results and results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm going gym with darling tmr. Haha.. Okie that was random. Hmm... today i finally mustered enough courage to tell him how i feel all this while. There was a lil bit of me being emotional, harsh, pleading, angry here and there during da conv. So da conv. still ended with da same conclusion, 'let things remain how it is now'. Yupp... But after a long wait, he said da words i longed to hear from him. Err.. not da I LOVE YOU phrase la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alrighty, shall end here. Still got sch tmr. Wow.. unknowingly, i've typed so much crap. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's so easy to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But so hard to let da feelings die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115307029899304438?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115307029899304438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115307029899304438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115307029899304438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115307029899304438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115246197254874757</id><published>2006-07-10T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:19:32.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie. I know this might sound stupid but... THERE'S THIS HUGE LIZARD IN MY ROOM!! I really need to tell it to someone, or in this case type it out, if not i might resort to screaming. But that'll risk waking my mum up, and prob da whole neighbourhood. Haha.. Honestly.... i HATE lizards. Eweee... Their dirty green bodies, beady eyes and da most disgusting tail. Oh cuz my dad told me once da tail falls off, it'll wriggle into da ear of da nearest person. Alrighty, end of my scary encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth.. paul asked esther to his ventures campfire instead of me cuz he couldn't reach me. I wish i can go, cuz it's prob my last chance meeting zak. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, brokeback gang gave me a present fer my bday. I wanna mention this cuz they included this guy's hp no. together with da present. Ridiculous but nontheless funny. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115246197254874757?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115246197254874757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115246197254874757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115246197254874757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115246197254874757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/07/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-115149171794619172</id><published>2006-06-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:48:37.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY TO ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Haha... how pathetic can i get man? First, i had phy papers on my bday. Second, 2 impt ppl in my life didn't wish me happy bday. Lastly, birdy just said  'i think ya haveta work on yer human-relation skill' kinda shit thing to me. Argh... i seriously can't believe i'm feeling moody on my bday. And wtf?! No ice-cream cake this yr? I rmb i devoured one each yr on my previous bdays. Sigh.. this probably is da worse bday ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Am i making a big fuss outta this shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-115149171794619172?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/115149171794619172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=115149171794619172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115149171794619172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/115149171794619172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-bday-to-me-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114965941452971908</id><published>2006-06-07T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T13:50:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh great... Just as i was about to start my revision fer midyears, i suddenly had this desire to blog. Haha... Not that bad an excuse to slack huh? Yeah i'm sure... Finally my parents are back from m'sia!! And that means NO HOUSEWORK fer me!! Yay! Now that they're back, i can start my revision proper. Okie... Midyears is just round da corner. I hope 3 weeks revision would be sufficient. Alrighty, not exactly 3 weeks, minus away a couple of days whereby i'll slack or hang out with my friends. Oh.. alas i gotta try out da buffet at sakae sushi! Jan and i spent almost 2hrs+ eating, so that it'll be a meal worth our bucks. Then, during da 2 long hrs, we bumped into Zhenghong and Amos (this cute guy who was from mj 1st 3 months). Oh ohh... and we saw TT walking past sakae. He's a guy with big ego man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla.... i don't know what else to type. Lemme think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! After so long, i managed to go sentosa again to enjoy myself. Da last time i went there, i couldn't play vball at all. So it was rather boring just playing in da water. This time round, i played vball!! Okie... I admit i still suck at it, but at least i can make da ball stay in air fer a longer period of time!! And wth.. my juniors were better at it than i am. Boooo~~ Quite a lot of thingd happened when we played at da proper vball court. First, this kpo kpo egoistic with strong indian accent fella (i'm not being racist here) joined us and tried to flaunt his skills. Like WHATEVER! His standard was just like.... so-so. After a while, Hilmi's friend, Petter (i THINK that's his name.. haha!) cut his finger while playing. According to him, it was just a tiny cut, but to me, it must've been a deep one cuz he bled so much!! Poor darling, had her ball stained with his blood. Peter stood aside and watch us play after he rinsed his wound. This super pro guy joined us cuz he knew that we had odd no. after peter left. So we played together .. blablabla.... we observed and realised that his skills is darn good! We speculated that he was a vball team player! His setting darn nice man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward till the end of da outing.... Da j1 guys got a super nice tan (i like gary's!!), cat was really burnt, darling was burnt too, as fer me... my skin's peeling now! This is da worst burn ever!! I swear... This outing was really not well-planned. 5 j1s, 4 j2s and lotsa j3s and 4s turned up... wth man! Then we didn't really mingle with da j3s and 4s... And sadly, i'm not as close to him as ever, though i can tell that he still treats me pretty well, still... it's just awkward when we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to myself:&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care anymore. He wasn't even half as grateful as i expected him to be when i wished him happy bday. Wonder if he'll still be as indifferent when he sees da card i made fer him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114965941452971908?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114965941452971908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114965941452971908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114965941452971908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114965941452971908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114950363817313394</id><published>2006-06-05T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:33:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Craig David&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always said I would know where to find love,&lt;br /&gt;Always thought I'd be ready and strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;But some times I just felt I could give up.&lt;br /&gt;But you came and changed my whole world now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhere I've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've always been,&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, in my head, it's so clear now,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand you've got nothing to fear now,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost and you've rescued me some how-.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm in love you complete me,&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been here before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of what I have, and this chance I nearly lost,&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but break down, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah, break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could imagine, life without you&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you walked into my world&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how long a loving flame could burn&lt;br /&gt;But losing you has forced me to learn&lt;br /&gt;That we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss&lt;br /&gt;One last touch&lt;br /&gt;One last tender moment between us&lt;br /&gt;One last dance&lt;br /&gt;To our first song&lt;br /&gt;While pretending there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay here for a while and&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment we're in denial&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;It's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to take a stand at all&lt;br /&gt;I see your face again and I fall&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night there's the scent of a rose&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your perfume I suppose&lt;br /&gt;But we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we met each other under a diferent sky&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then things would be much better between you and I&lt;br /&gt;We could always hold on to this one special thing we share&lt;br /&gt;But it would be too much for us to bear&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;It's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114950363817313394?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114950363817313394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114950363817313394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114950363817313394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114950363817313394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/06/craig-david-unbelievable-always-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114809934048467852</id><published>2006-05-20T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:29:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;The other day while i was shopping, I bumped into my pri sch friend and *MY GOSH* she's married and already has a kid!!! *faints* That's like so.. so.... shocking! I still rmb that she was da girl who led me astray during my upper pri life. Can ya imagine, if i were continue this friendship, i could've been da pregnant one instead! Anyway.  went fer band concert with jan to support our friends.. got a sunflower fer 'toothbrush', he seemed really touched. HAHA! Oh, i wore something so girly that i bet da odac guys will go EEEE. Haha.. okie not exactly THAT bad. Da performance was great esp. da phantom of the opera piece, and les miserables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;hope to idle my life away... with ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114809934048467852?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114809934048467852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114809934048467852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114809934048467852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114809934048467852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/05/other-day-while-i-was-shopping-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114779553493359538</id><published>2006-05-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:05:34.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;time and time again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;i can't get ya outta my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;this is driving me insane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;why wouldn't ya be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;and leave my memory.                  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;sigh.. when will this mental torment end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114779553493359538?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114779553493359538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114779553493359538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114779553493359538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114779553493359538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-and-time-again-i-cant-get-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114768354931798325</id><published>2006-05-15T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:59:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wah today's like my luckiest day ever! I got called to ans a qn during chem lect. cuz i was caught sleeping. Wah darn 'lucky', after jan nudge me, i woke up to see a mic right in my face then da lecturer's face. Haha! Got laughed at by some odac peep and my clique. Zzz... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mt Ophir trip fer da past 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Stupid Kid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that used to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;One of them was you for just a little while&lt;br /&gt;You left me for dead so far away&lt;br /&gt;I replaced you with fear and shame&lt;br /&gt;You'll be happy on the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that used to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;But now they're deeply buried in the past&lt;br /&gt;I left them there so far away&lt;br /&gt;Replaced my humor with my pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy on the day it dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I love you&lt;br /&gt;Well, forget it I take it back&lt;br /&gt;I was just a stupid kid back then&lt;br /&gt;I take back every word that I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that used to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;One of them was me for just a little while&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you had to say&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye in your special way&lt;br /&gt;You slashed the tires on my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I love you&lt;br /&gt;Well, forget it I take it back&lt;br /&gt;I was just a stupid kid back then&lt;br /&gt;I take back every word that I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I love you&lt;br /&gt;Well, go ahead I take it back&lt;br /&gt;I was just a stupid kid back then&lt;br /&gt;I take back every word that I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Hey i still need ya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114768354931798325?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114768354931798325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114768354931798325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114768354931798325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114768354931798325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/05/wah-todays-like-my-luckiest-day-ever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114697881053578579</id><published>2006-05-07T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:13:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. it's been 2months since i last updated my blog.. 2 solid months! I'm supposed to be mugging fer my phy spa right now, but... i'm really sick of schwork. Zzzz... Hmm finally got da time to go online and check out my friendster. Well well.. seems like it's da mating season now, lotsa my friends got into a relationship. Wth.. why am I da only one being unwanted? Looking back, there are so many ppl who have left my life after entering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. met up with phil fer a short chat last night.. he looked so cute with his botak head! lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-emo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna be loved too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;probably not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114697881053578579?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114697881053578579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114697881053578579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114697881053578579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114697881053578579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114139899371213327</id><published>2006-03-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:16:33.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY! It was a free day fer us today, cuz da previous a levels batch did exceptionally well. And thanks to 'em, that da teachers now are expecting more from us.. Sigh. Hopefully i'll do well fer my a's. Okie.. no point wishing without taking any actions. Haha... Anyway bumped into lotsa old friends in tamp this afternoon. Oh yaa.. I bought this pair of chopsticks fer my dad the other day, gave it to him today.. gosh! He was so touched when he saw it... He's easily contented i guess. Haa... By da way, happy bday jan! My clique bought her this billabong wallet.. glad that she likes it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. Thanks chee huat, ya've enlightened me with what ya said the other day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114139899371213327?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114139899371213327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114139899371213327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114139899371213327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114139899371213327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-it-was-free-day-fer-us-today-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114139872300447888</id><published>2006-03-03T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:12:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which guy is willing to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. comb 2 streets just to get this particular drink ya like?&lt;br /&gt;2. travel all da way to yer sch just pinning hope on bumping into ya?&lt;br /&gt;3. shed tears fer ya when ya injure yerself?&lt;br /&gt;4. travel all da way to yer house just to pass ya a cd ya asked him to burn?&lt;br /&gt;5. change his perception of beauty according to ya?&lt;br /&gt;6. fetch ya out and send ya home without fail, without complain?&lt;br /&gt;7. go out with ya even though he's sick?&lt;br /&gt;8. piggyback ya when ya sprain yer ankle?&lt;br /&gt;9. dress up fer ya?&lt;br /&gt;10. try to like what ya like?&lt;br /&gt;11. tell ya that ya look beautiful all da time?&lt;br /&gt;12. peck yer pimplish cheeks ?&lt;br /&gt;13. tell ya that yer hair smells good even though ya've just exercised and perpired like shit?&lt;br /&gt;14. just stare at ya in silence, and never get sick of that?&lt;br /&gt;15. run his fingers down yer hair?&lt;br /&gt;16. hold yer hands whenever it's possible?&lt;br /&gt;17. sing mushy songs in public when ya ask him to?&lt;br /&gt;18. accept all yer shortcomings?&lt;br /&gt;19. keep all da promises he made to ya?&lt;br /&gt;20. write love poems fer ya?&lt;br /&gt;21. tell ya I love ya without getting sick of it?&lt;br /&gt;22. make time fer ya even though he's goddamn busy?&lt;br /&gt;23. stand yer pms?&lt;br /&gt;24. not look at other girls when he's with ya?&lt;br /&gt;25. rmb all yer weird mannerism?&lt;br /&gt;26. buy vit C fer ya when he knows that ya're having ulcers?&lt;br /&gt;27. love ya more each day?&lt;br /&gt;28. be a better persion fer ya?&lt;br /&gt;29. stop playing a certain sport he loves becuz ya think that it's too dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;30. give ya his best without expecting anything in return?&lt;br /&gt;31. shelter yer head with his hands in da rain?&lt;br /&gt;32. study hard fer ya?&lt;br /&gt;33. call to sing a lullaby before ya turn in?&lt;br /&gt;34. appreciate yer everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114139872300447888?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114139872300447888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114139872300447888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114139872300447888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114139872300447888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/03/which-guy-is-willing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-114041331944006416</id><published>2006-02-20T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T13:28:39.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Worst Day Ever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ringing&lt;br /&gt;I need to spend an hour snoozing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think I'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punch in&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Watch the clock,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not moving&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every day is never ending&lt;br /&gt;I need to work I'm always spending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm living the worst day&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like the summer is leaving again&lt;br /&gt;I feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm living the worst day&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And every day is the worst day ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the worst day ever&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow won't be better&lt;br /&gt;It's history repeating (on and on)&lt;br /&gt;Summer plans are gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I traded them in for dishpan water&lt;br /&gt;And every day is never ending&lt;br /&gt;I need to work I'm always spending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so long&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;it's so long&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh.. this song totally describes how i'm feeling now, da anger and everything. Today is sucha everything-went-wrong day... First and foremost, I dozed off last night and ended up not being able to study fer my Maths test. Well.. I've only got myself to blame, i know. But da thing is that, da maths test was exceptionally difficult today! I couldn't even solve ANY of da qns ya know! How screwed is that?! My brain completely shut down straight after da test, all that i was capable of doing was to stone. Yes, ya're supposed to pity me right now and go 'aww...'! Haha.. See, i'm going insane. I can't help it but to talk to myself. Second, I forgot to bring my phy TYS. YES, my beloved CT's gonna kill me fer that. Third, I could even wear my undies inside out!! Oops.. was that wayyy tooo R21? Sorry fer that. Anyway, I kinda went bonkers during phy tut., and i felt that i really couldn't take it anymore, so i just took da early leave form and left sch. I think i'm slipping into depression... Somebody save me! Anyway i've still got another test tmr and goodness gracious, it's Phy! Trust me, i'm SO gonna fail. No doubt bout that. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh.. by da way, da reason why i was so sleepy yst was becuz i went down to support da odac ppl who participated in X-physique. I didn't expect it too last that long... After da prize presentation, it was already 4 plus, if i rmb correctly. It was absolutely fun watching da ppl jumping off da Kallang bridge, encouraging those who were scared to take that one step out, socializing with da NTU ppl, screaming and cheering fer da participants and getting BURNT under da sun. And don't ask me why my face is burnt when da fact is that da sun was facing my back. Yes, no joke. Seriously, i think i shouldn't have gone down to support 'em, i should've stayed home to study. I should really set my priorities right, like what da NTU ppl told us. Okie okie... now it's studies over friends. Quite sad to declare that, cuz my friends are my everything. Almost everything, i meant. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmm gonna go mug fer phy test right now. I didn't take da early leave form fer nothing ya know... Hopefully I'll do well fer it. *pray hard* Shall go fer a jog or something if i can finish mugging before evening time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. Is it stupid to wait, if he doesn't know that ya're waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-114041331944006416?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/114041331944006416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=114041331944006416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114041331944006416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/114041331944006416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/02/worst-day-ever-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113993704238528431</id><published>2006-02-15T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:29:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie.... nothing much happened lately besides da fact that i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST MY ADIDAS RED BOTTLE (i hope da person who took it will have some rotting lips after drinking from it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST MY SCH SKIRT (who on earth would wanna take my skirt?! argh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST LOST MY HOUSE KEYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep losing this and that, why of all things didn't i lose any weight instead? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i got a helluva scolding from my mum ... cuz it's da 5th time i lost my bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VDAY TO EVERYONE ANYWAY! *fake a smile* haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's prob. da worst vday ever.. cuz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i had chem spa early in da morn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i got back my chem test and i failed rather badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stupid miew made us wait almost 2hrs fer nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kept missing every single buses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- developed 2 ulcers on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- couldn't even have a proper dinner at some high class restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- has ot no date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113993704238528431?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113993704238528431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113993704238528431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113993704238528431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113993704238528431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/02/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113962967123164777</id><published>2006-02-11T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:47:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh anyway i happened to stumble upon this sweeeet poem somewhere... It might be useful to those who wants to express their love fer that special someone, yet ain't that creative to write one poem on their own. Lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Wish You Were My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Though I may not be yours,&lt;br /&gt;And I may, in my ignorance,&lt;br /&gt;Be speaking to closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;I have no inkling of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;No hint what you might say;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think of you the sun&lt;br /&gt;Will just not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is in you a loveliness&lt;br /&gt;That makes my darkness shine,&lt;br /&gt;And so I'll wait, if wait I must,&lt;br /&gt;To be your Valentine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113962967123164777?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113962967123164777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113962967123164777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113962967123164777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113962967123164777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-anyway-i-happened-to-stumble-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113932710515725801</id><published>2006-02-07T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:45:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gosh... i'm so darn pissed today! Wanna know why? Pls approach my 'most gorgeous looking, most beloved' CT fer more info. Argh! She simply 'made my day' during lecture this morn'... I kinda gave her attitude throughout da entire day cuz i felt so unjust! B*tch!! And i'm starting to HATE (yes.. no more dislike) this lovely clique in my class which consist of those.... what should i call 'em? Err... those girls who are SO dying to go to this particular guy's house. Oh yess... in short, i hate sch now. Okie.. it's not as if i loved it in da past though. Lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, one of my entry just disappeared. God knows why... prob. got eaten up by some other longer entries. Okie.. that was so not funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was viewing my friend's blog and happened to see this lil something he wrote in there and i'm like wondering.. am i that person he was talking bout? *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113932710515725801?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113932710515725801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113932710515725801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113932710515725801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113932710515725801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/02/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113871828333895315</id><published>2006-01-31T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:38:03.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WOOOHOOOOO!!! 6 ANGPAOS THIS YR! That's like sucha good improvement! Wahahahaha! Thanks to XR and Meimei... haha! I was quite taken aback when xr kinda invited me over to his granny's place (or did i force him to allow me to go??). Haha... Oh anyway, xr, if ya're reading this, just wanna tell ya that... i'm SOO gonna post yer unglam pic on my blog! *evil laughter* Beg me now !! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm so screwed btw... didn't even go ANY of my assignments. Shit! Can't wait fer tmr's odac bbq.. azhar'll be coming. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, Happy CNY to everyone out there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S. I'm suddenly SO in love with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. Green and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, how matching! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113871828333895315?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113871828333895315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113871828333895315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113871828333895315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113871828333895315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/01/wooohooooo-6-angpaos-this-yr-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113845427297906300</id><published>2006-01-28T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:17:53.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alrighty, it's been quite a while since i last updated this blog. Sometimes, there are simply too many things worth mentioning yet too lazy to pen 'em down, while other times i just got nothing to write bout since my life's sucha routine. Okie.. lemme recall. My memory has been failing on me, so i shall just write bout what happened yst and today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had CNY celebrations in sch yst, and da sucky thing was that we actually had lectures on sucha supposedly joyful day. Jan told me that it wasn't like this during da past few yrs. In da past, they won't conduct lessons, we just come to sch to watch da celebrations. Oh well... Azhar came to visit us during da celebration and i shrieked as usual. Was so excited when i see him! Sad case but he couldn't join us fer da steamboat later in da evening. =( Anyway, after spending half da day in sch, meiON eileen and me hit town! Woohoooo!! After a long time of refraining myself from going out man!! I felt like some prisoner being released from jail can? So we shopped over at Far east first cuz meiON has da levelone membership thingy. Eileen was da one who wanted to get some new clothes, ended up i'm the only one buying. I bought a green polo tee and a new plain black belt. Da black belt costs like ten bucks, but da uncle claimed that it's made of real leather and its usual price was up to 100 over dollars! He's selling it fer ten bucks is becuz they're having a clearance sales. If ya were me, would ya have believed that uncle? Well.. da material of da belt really feels like real leather and that it looks like some high quality belt. Haha... Nvm. As far as i'm concerned, i got myself a pretty cool black belt! =) MeiON didn't get herself anything as she didn't bring enough cash out, as fer eileen she was too tired to concentrate on shopping. Haha! I realize i never fail to buy anything fer myself when i'm out shopping. That's quite a bad thing i'd say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okie... shall cut this short. Simaa was at orchard too, and she bumped into my 'bangbang'. LOL! Yadda yadda yadda... simaa and i met up to return to pasir ris fer da odac steamboat at miewmiew's house. So da guys were already at miew's house playing dota and preparing da food when da both of us have arrived. Then fast forward a lil. Jav made me go prepare da drinks, sprite plus orange syrup. Who on earth mix that together and drink it?! Oh my... if mingming and i were there, we would've bought vodka instead. Da odac chalet has turned us into alcoholics! HAHAHA!!! Kiddin... Jav and miew didn't even tell me what ratio of sprite and orange syrup am i suppose to add, so i experimented it in da kitchen first. Oh ya.. here's da funny part. I accidentally added quite a lot of orange syrup and forgot to stir it evenly. So I brought da drink to da dining table to enjoy it, da guys saw it and demanded to take a sip too. Fine la.. being da nice girl, i passed it to 'em. They passed it around and yuanyuan was da last to drink. He actually didn't know it was orange syrup+sprite, he thought it was just orange syrup (or maybe orange juice), so he drank it and asked me 'hey sf.. how come da drink so sweet huh?' OMG! So blur can?!?!?! I nearly died laughing.. seems like odac has quite a lot of blur guys, and not forgetting girls too. Then afterwhich, we started da steamboat while waiting fer my mingming to come. And.. blablabla... she came.. blablabla... finished eating.. blablabla.. mingming and i hurried to miew's room to watch da last episode of some channel8 9pm show. Da rest joined us after a while... so ALL of us were on da bed. (ok.. that sounded dirty) blablabla... da show ended.. blablabla... we had pillow fight (my god! da guys were violent!) ... blablabla... yuanyuan used momo's foot to touch my hair and of course i flared and whacked 'em with da pillow. And dammit! Miew and terrence had to take that chance to take video&amp;amp;pics of me whacking 'em... so unglam!! ARGH! blablabla... cont. with our pillow fight cuz terrence behaved so childishly man! Ya know what he did? He grabbed ALL da pillows from us, refusing to give us ANY. He looked like some greedy lil boy i tell ya! So funny man! Hmm.. blablabla.... watched memoirs of geisha, we had to restart da show fer SOOO many times cuz all of us couldn't come to an agreement on da position we were on da bed. (shit! that sounded dirty AGAIN) Sadly, we only managed to watch half of da show as it was already getting late. I had to trouble mingming's dad to send me home cuz there wasn't anymore bus service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha... whatta interesting day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;some 'great' discovery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- life's good without da sight of miss zaogeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- terrence's afraid of tickles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- jav plays piano?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- simaa has very cute sec sch friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- da ventilation in da train's really sucky when it's super crowded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- i miss azhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway i'm single once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113845427297906300?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113845427297906300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113845427297906300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113845427297906300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113845427297906300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/01/alrighty-its-been-quite-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113782120753039899</id><published>2006-01-21T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:26:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Things worth mentioning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- visited da homes fer da disabled (i made a new friend over there, who lovesta sing as much as i do!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- got a lil emotional when interacting with da ppl there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- rushed back to meet da odac peeps fer dinner, hoping that my bluey will go too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- went fer dinner at magic wok with shaz, simaa, lc, cheryl, terrence, miewX2, cheehuat, dessie, sean, benjamin, rolland, ronald (da last 4 names mentioned are da new J1 odac-ians)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- sean's quite a naughty boy huh? always da first to get those dirty jokes.. naughty naughty... haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- ben's officially in lc's blur&amp;deaf club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- finally gotta know where my bluey lives (yay!) haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- vannie didn't turn up fer odac as promised =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- bumped into benedictus when waiting fer my bus at da inter. he looked so cute with his almost completely botak head!! lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- feeling a lil .. moody today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- my stupid infection is still there ON MY LIPS!! ARGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- sean really really reminds me of someone, besides da way he speaks reminds me of willie.. hmmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- i'm not exactly going ga-ga over bluey, just a lil crazy over him.. LOL kiddin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;JOKE OF DA DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-got it from simaa, who got it from teetee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she slept through the class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, ''Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. ''God Almighty !'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good'' and Mary fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later the teacher asked Mary, ''Who is our Lord and Savior?'' But Mary didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again. ''Jesus Christ!'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good,'' and Mary fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, ''What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?'' And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, ''If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher fainted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113782120753039899?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113782120753039899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113782120753039899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113782120753039899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113782120753039899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-worth-mentioning-visited-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113768378346148925</id><published>2006-01-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:16:23.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh man... Simaa's friend is SOOOOOO cuteeee!! She actually thought i'm a malay. She was like so surprised when simaa told her my name's Shufen. Is that cute or is that cute? (lol) Seriously, I find it very flattering when ppl think that i look like a malay. I don't know why but i guess perhaps i've gotten quite bored of being a chinese. I wish i'm an eurasian;  da tall slender and pretty one of course! LOL! Alrighty, shall end here. Nothing much worth mentioning besides I failed my Chem test and quiz. Bloody hell! Oops! I totally forgot bout my new yr resolutions. Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tmr vannie's joining us fer odac training! Yay!! Yipeee!! I miss training with her... Suddenly running becomes so fun with her around. Hee... Miss ya lots Vannie! *muack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I NEED to go fer odac tmr to see my 'bluey' (a nick given to this J1 by simaa and me) .. lol! He's sucha charming fella! (oh whatever~) But da thing is that I've got this stupid class cip thingy on. Argh! Hopefully, Miss tan will write that excuse letter fer me. Pretty pls! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S.  I hate da feeling of inferiority.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.P.S. Can't wait fer lunar new yr! Wheee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113768378346148925?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113768378346148925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113768378346148925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113768378346148925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113768378346148925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113682399506997335</id><published>2006-01-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:26:38.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whoa.. I have no idea why but today i felt super high in sch man! Like totally outta control... I practically laughed at every slightest thing. When i started laughing, i couldn't stop. It was really THAT bad. I think it was da tiredness and stress that robbed me of my sane-self... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alrighty, shan't talk bout that since I'll getta rest tmr. It's a public holiday. Some hari raya thingy... Wheeeee!! I'm gonna stay home to mug fer my chem test on wed and perhaps go get myself a haircut in the late afternoon. I'm so excited! Haha.. I know i promised myself to keep my hair long till the tip touches my waist, but oh well.. I've got no patience ya see. Oh ya, just now when I sms-ed da hairdresser to make da appointment, he thought i was his friend and started a conv. with me. So comical can? Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. Sorry to have disappointed ya, Joan. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113682399506997335?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113682399506997335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113682399506997335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113682399506997335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113682399506997335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/01/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113669768239621457</id><published>2006-01-08T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:21:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;VEGA'S DA CHAMPION HOUSE AGAIN!! WHEEEE!!! WE'RE DA UNBEATABLE CUZ WE'RE SOOOO SUPER ENTHU VEGANS!! HAHAHA... anyway i think da vega ogls spent lotsa time preparing fer da campfire, it was rather obvious. All da props and storylines... it can't be that they thought of it on da spot. But whatever it is, we still won!! Hahaha... By da way, it's rather sad that zosma's gone. It's my favourite house, besides vega. lol! Vega simply rocks. *okie that's like whatever~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Message to mei en: I bumped into yer ba zi.. he was with one group of ppl, mostly girls! Jealous? LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Message to everyone: I BOUGHT A NEW HP!! NOKIA 7370!! PRETTY PRETTY HP.. lol! I'm sucha showoff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Message to myself: I think i'd better strike out one of my new yr resolution; da one which says "no more uncouth words/phrases". cuz i simply can't control my mouth from uttering those words, no matter how much determination i have!! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113669768239621457?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113669768239621457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113669768239621457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113669768239621457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113669768239621457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/01/vegas-da-champion-house-again-wheeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113636546306962629</id><published>2006-01-04T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:04:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Improved entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alrighty... it's da 2nd time blogging today. I was feeling kinda bored and cranky and SO-not-in-da-mood-to-do-my-bloody-assignments, so decided to browse through my friends' blogs. Not bad i'd say, seems like lotsa 'em are enjoying 'emselves. Hmm... I have this heart-wrenching feeling just now when i was viewing some of my friends' blogs; namely farhan, hilmi, lizhen (due to that music she added in her blog) and ivy. Well... ivy mentioned something bout her not exactly looking forward to read my entries cuz all i blog bout are sch stuffs. Ya can't blame me right? I spend almost half my time in this bloody sch, slogging my guts out studying, trying to please da teachers by behaving myself (e.g. do my assignments, have my skirt altered SUPER long so my beloved CT wouldn't complain, etc) That is one tiring life man! It's almost like back to sec sch life. I'm referring to da sch rules and blablabla... Ya know what i mean yeah.. haha! So... one yr has just passed like with, almost unknowingly. I still rmb i came to this sch facing lotsa unfamiliar faces and now, enjoying myself with all da lovely friends i've made in this 1 yr. (oh no.. i'm gonna cry! i'm so overwhelmed!) Haha... that was a lil exaggerating but i kinda mean it. Life wouldn't be da same without my friends. They really play an impt part in my life. Seriously man, i'm truly happy when i'm with my friends, be it new friends, old friends, old schmates or whatsoever... and YES, including ya ivy, that is if ya're reading this. Haa... Hmm speaking of which, i suddenly recall what other things i'm supposed to add in here. First thing first, my new yr resolutions! Shit man! I forgot all bout it cuz da last time i ever followed my new yr resolutions and found it necessary was perhaps a couple of yrs ago? Well... no harm listing down my new yr resolutions right? Even though i know i won't stick to 'em. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like DUH! Study hard and NOT slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No more expensive food, cuz not necessary that expensive food = good food + tasty food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend more time with my parents, esp. my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop eating late in da night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Or maybe just stop eating? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to reduce da no. of times i curse/swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No more uncouth words/phrases like 'shit' , 'bloody hell' , 'dammit' , 'what da fuck!' , 'fucker' etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tan more to look healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DO NOT buy branded shoes fer da next 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't keep eating da same food from da same stall in sch canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stop going ga-ga over my eye candies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Stay faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 2 star kayaking cert.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Be optimistic and end those worst-case-scenarios-thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Try to love myself more and not find faults in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Grow taller. (isn't this suppose to appear in my wishlists instead??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pretend to LOVE physics in front of my CT aka my phy tutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Reduce da usage of singlish, fer e.g. lah leh lor hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Pronounce potatoes/tomatoes/water without da slang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Psycho myself to think that 1.78-1.79m is already very tall (dedicated to darius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Not to look at single sex sch ppl differently (i used to think that they're an arrogant bunch! haha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Improve my language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Learn howta speak fluently in cantonese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do not use da word 'cheena'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Convince myself that being materialistic and brand conscious is OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Wow... 26 new yr resolutions already?! Okie.. this shall be da last.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT be too ambitious. (hey sf, ya think ya can accomplish all these in 1 yr? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. hopefully this entry sounds more jolly and all... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh.. i've got this funny incident that occured to me almost a week ago, to share with ya all. It goes something like this. The other day i was on da train on my way to tiong bahru. So i rooted my arse to this double seater on da train once i boarded it. Few stops later, this very loud and animated couple entered da train. Okie la.. I was kinda observing 'em since da very moment they appeared. Da guy's absolutely cute and da girl's very typical girl sch kinda girl (and eurasian i guess?). After observing 'em fer quite some time, i decided to take a nap cuz it was still a long way before i reach tiong bahru. Just few secs after i shut my eyes, i felt something warm on my hand. It felt as if something dropped onto my hand. I immediately opened my eyes and check out what's that on my hand. To my HORROR, (yes horror!), that stupid guy (da couple i mentioned) was laughing and laughing and da mentos he was chewing earlier on, flew outta his mouth and landed on my hand. OMG! How lucky was that man?! It's like 1 outta 10000000 ppl will encounter this kinda&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ya know! I was quite pissed upon seeing that, at da same time quite amused... so i tried to be nice and kept saying 'nah it's okay..' Da girl was like 'hey.. get it off her hand! quick!' But thanks man, both da guy and da girl had no tissue paper. Neither did i! So, ended up da guy just used his hands to wipe it off fer me. I wonder did he pop that mentos back into his mouth. Eweee.. haha! He better thank his parents fer giving him good looks, if not i would've gave him da 'black face' fer spitting da sweet on my hand. =X I'm so shallow. Haha! Oh yeah, by da way, that guy bears strong resemblance of phil! Da way they speak, their gestures and everything... cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all fer today, folks! I'm glad that i have no cca today. If not I wouldn't be right here slacking away... Plus, I can getta catch SpongeBOOB (LOL!) later at six! Yay! Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sf- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113636546306962629?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113636546306962629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113636546306962629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113636546306962629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113636546306962629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/01/improved-entry.html' title='Improved entry.'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113636040087423807</id><published>2006-01-04T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:40:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yeah man.. it's been quite some time since i lasted updated. haha... seems like nobody cares bout this blog, neither do i! haha... okie.. today's da 2nd day of my j2 life. quite a lot of things happened yst.. and perhaps today? not exactly things that'll interest ya ppl, but more like things that excites me... haha... fer e.g., i saw my eye candies!! Main one: bangbang.. i thought he was going abroad to study.. seems like he didn't! Wheee!! I'll still getta see him! Haha... as fer today, i bumped into ppl i thought i wouldn't see; azhar (he came to visit us in mj) then ngiamX3! Hmm... ngiamX3 looked so much cuter without his hair styled. And oh yesh... there was this 2 groups of guys in da canteen who fought over god knows what... i heard something like '1 on 1... blablabla' how interesting huh? alrighty, shall end here. i'm getting bored. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE ORANGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113636040087423807?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113636040087423807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113636040087423807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113636040087423807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113636040087423807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2006/01/yeah-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113514104879035414</id><published>2005-12-21T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:57:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bloody hell.. I'm in some deep shit right now. Sch's reopening and I'm right here slacking when I haven't done any of my holiday assignments. Am I dead or am I absolutely dead? Okay.. I wishta die right now. Argh.. I totally dread da starting of J2 life. Sigh... Why is JC life so sucky? Good luck to all those freshies in every JCs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dammit dammit... Gotta see Miss I-loveta-zao-geng-during-lessons fer one more year. She hates me man. Somebody just shoot me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life seems to get worse after all odac activities. Boring shit. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113514104879035414?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113514104879035414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113514104879035414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113514104879035414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113514104879035414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113509249634530699</id><published>2005-12-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:28:16.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man... It's been quite some time since i last updated. Well.. Ya know, nobody urged me to keep this blog updated, so.. Oh well. Alrighty, cut da crap. Lemme share with ya what has been happening lately. Hmm... First and foremost, my perfectly lovely mt K. trip. Hopefully, ya ppl can sense da sarcasm in it. Lol! It wasn't really ALL fun having to endure altitude sickness and climbing da darn mountain at da same time. There were a couple of times when i really couldn't take it anymore and felt like giving up, but thanks to my dearest mingming darling. She really did helped me a great deal man. Without her, i wouldn't have even continued da darn journey up though i was already halfway up. Da altitude sickness was totally unbearable. I've never had sucha bad headache in my entire life. Top it up with nausea. Whoa! "Best" feeling ever man! Haha... Anyway, i didn't manage to reach da summit. Super sad and disappointed in myself over this ... Argh! Almost every of my odac peeps made their way up there and me? Freezing my arse at da last hut... Oh whatever! But then again, there's actually a slight sense of achievement. At least I didn't feign sick in front of Miss Tan, so as to avoid continuing with da hike. Proud proud proud. *self-deluding la* Besides all that, i'm glad i returned in one piece. I could have just fell to death at some steep rockwalls... Phew! But da thing that actually did alarm me a lil was da part whereby da flight back to sg was delayed due to bad weather. I was so uptight when we boarded da plane can? Haha... Every slightest sudden movement of da plane, made me feel uneasy. Aiya... Fear of dying in a foreign country la. (though both my parents were from m'sia) Hmm... What other things regarding this trip are worth mentioning. Let's see... Oh yesh!! We bumped into da NTU Odac ppl when we were finally back in town after attempting da mountain. They're extremely friendly ppl ... One extra information that mingming darling gave was that.. er.. should I even be bringing this up? Okie la.. She said that all of 'em are short; exceptionally short. Like wahh thanks ah.. Said it in front of me. =X Haha... Can I mention da rest of da happenings in point forms? Allow me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i brought excess energy bars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;da resthouse over at mt k is like some resort!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thanks to azhar, he got da 'stickwithu' song stuck in my head throughout da entire trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this angmoh who stayed at da same hostel as us, smiled at me!! *drools* lol!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there wasn't any 'singapore' to motivate me during this climb (inside joke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 loser-ish guys followed me and simaa all da way back to da foot of da mountain. they die die also didn't wanna cut our path till da last stretch. weirdos!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i shopped over at sabah! S H I O K ! lemme see.. i bought an A&amp;amp;F shirt, straw bag (which all da 'onions' mistook it fer some green ropes. thanks ah!) and ankle guard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one of da guy who came to help, (forgot his name.. is it ed? yeah should be) said that i look like one of his jc teacher. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Main highlight of da trip:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leechen was blur (as usual), till she went to da wrong place to meet us. wahh... she made us panick like mad man! argh! seriously, she needs ppl to hold her hands tight and walk with her on da streets. strictly no wandering bout! conclusion: she should get together with javier. cuz he practically lives on maps. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19 dec:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated darius' bday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got him a choco cake and belt (bet he'll look smart in it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 dec:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopped fer a pair of running shoes, failed to find any that caught my fancy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bumped into my pri sch music teacher! How freaky can that be! I rmb-ed her as da monstrous tigress, who loved huge a-go-go earrings. I still rmb there was this once when her button flew right off her shirt da moment she sat down. Wahh... darn comical can? But neither of us dared to laugh. Hee hee... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113509249634530699?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113509249634530699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113509249634530699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113509249634530699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113509249634530699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-man_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113449443867824776</id><published>2005-12-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:20:38.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as planned i did my last min shopping fer mt K. stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;met ah huat on my way back from suntec.. i think tmr he's gonna tease me bout darius.. darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;enjoyed myself pretty much today.. too lazy to elaborate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;bought cookies n cream energy bars... thanks lil boy fer getting it fer me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks joan darling fer passing me da beanie and gloves. sweet of her and i actually made her wait.. =X sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;zak sms-ed me (surprise surprise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;well... peeps.. i'll be gone from 14-18th dec. try not to miss me too much!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113449443867824776?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113449443867824776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113449443867824776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113449443867824776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113449443867824776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-planned-i-did-my-last-min-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113440378117793353</id><published>2005-12-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:09:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh! will be doing last min shopping tmr at beach road then suntec... getting lotsa stuffs fer mt. K trip. Wheee!! i'm half excited half reluctant... confusing. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113440378117793353?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113440378117793353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113440378117793353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113440378117793353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113440378117793353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/gosh-will-be-doing-last-min-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113423838489408134</id><published>2005-12-11T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:17:29.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;met up with some of the odac peeps the other day fer our own training, but ended up rollerblading, jogging, playing at da playground in pasir ris park... my darling mingming fell down thrice! poor girl... once was real funny... she landed on her arse. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;went to miew miew's house after that and finally saw Hero no. 1! he's sucha cutie... it's as lazy as its owner man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;shopping at suntec with odac peeps. all of us bought fbt shirts with da same designs but diff. colours. how cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;chatted with him throughout da night on da phone fer 6hrs and 15mins! record holder man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;he held my hands today. aww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113423838489408134?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113423838489408134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113423838489408134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113423838489408134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113423838489408134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/met-up-with-some-of-odac-peeps-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113394237156260773</id><published>2005-12-07T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:02:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aww... my beloved vannie wants me to do this quiz thingy. So alrighty, i shall be a good girl and do it.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5 weird things bout me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love to taste my own blood (not those on my sanitary pad of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i used to keep rehearsing what i was going to order mentally when queuing for food" - quoted from vannie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sometimes i love da smell of smelly socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i loveta see how long i can control my shit from coming outta my anus (how crude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i used to suck at da tip of my hair and 'style' it into spikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now now&lt;/span&gt;.. who's weirder and more disgusting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;next to do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;meiON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;whoever happens to read this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;whoever happens to read this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113394237156260773?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113394237156260773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113394237156260773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113394237156260773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113394237156260773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/aww.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113388999242294818</id><published>2005-12-07T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T01:26:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh man... Unbelievable.. i actually went all da way to NP to crash lectures. haha... wanted to try out how it feels like being a poly student. not bad i must say.. just that da campus is super huge man! no wonder poly girls has got such good figures... now i know how they train fer it. haha! gosh.. da teacher who was in class, looked like a combination of both Mr Sai and Mr Goh (from spf). Whatta lousy combination man! Cuz I quite dislike da both of 'em. oopsy! haha... so... i've been to 3 outta da 5 canteens in NP. Not bad an achievement! =) And yupp.. i made 2 new friends in that class. One named William (darius' friend) and another, my self-proclaimed friend, Vic. LOL! He was the odd one out in da class, so da stupid teacher asked him to share da handouts with me. Like I need those handouts huh? haha! Oh yeah.. anyway those handouts were articles related to Adam Khoo, da guy who made us paid so much fer some useless programme of his. 'Thanks' Adam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... I think i twisted my ankle. That's bad man! First my left, now my right. Argh! And da mean me kept psycho-ing darius that it was him who caused it. Da truth is that, it was my own fault. lol~ I was too careless.. haha! Speaking of darius, he said i looked exceptionally stunning today. Man... that sounded more like a sarcastic remark rather than a compliment. Cuz I had 3 huge pimples on my face today! So well-spread on my face, almost able to form an equilateral triangle if ya draw lines joining 'em. Argh!! God knows why suddenly all my pimples are popping out! Subside subside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After darius told me bout da dog&amp;amp;bone thingy, i guess... my sixth sense wasn't that accurate afterall. Well... just as i thought it was mutual. Haha! Now I suppose I shouldn't tell him what i initially planned to tell him... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Saw II after my day in NP... mannnn!! It's sucha gory show! Buttttt... some scenes were really boring. So much so, I yawned at like 10times/s. Haaa... oh did I forget to mention that we bumped into farhan today? So cool man... before that, darius and i were like talking bout him, wondering if he's in sch and stuff like that.. Lil did we think that we'd see him at canteen4... how happening man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113388999242294818?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113388999242294818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113388999242294818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113388999242294818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113388999242294818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113377356944444364</id><published>2005-12-05T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:06:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lifehouse - You And Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what day is it&lt;br /&gt;and in what month&lt;br /&gt;this clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping inwards&lt;br /&gt;you got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] he sang it to me once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113377356944444364?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113377356944444364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113377356944444364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113377356944444364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113377356944444364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/lifehouse-you-and-me-what-day-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113377309059920194</id><published>2005-12-05T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:58:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Goodbye My Lover&lt;br /&gt;James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113377309059920194?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113377309059920194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113377309059920194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113377309059920194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113377309059920194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye my lover?'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113377260985555224</id><published>2005-12-05T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:50:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I swallowed my pride and sent him an sms. It went something like that: Hey.. i miss ya. Just thought of ya outta a sudden.. take care yeah? Please DON'T reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ddaammmnnnn.. I regret adding that stupid sentence at da back. Why was i pretending to be strong in front of him? It's not as if he can't see through that false front... dumb arse! Anyway, i hope he knows that when girls say NO, it actually means YES. So reply me, ya idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh whatever... I hate it when i can't sense his love anymore. Does he still miss me? Do I even cross his mind every now and then? I don't wishta beg him to come back to me. I don't wanna make it seem like I love him more ya know. I've got pride. I want him to be da one come crawling back to me. Call me a meanie if ya want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm.. All da promises he made. Gosh.. I'm not too sure to judge if they've become broken promises now. He said he'll come back fer me once his life is more settled, when it isn't in a mess no more. Now I'm beginning to doubt it. Losing faith... TO HELL WITH THOSE THOUGHTS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, on a happier note, ALL my odac camps are overrrrr!!! Da one that worried me da most is over too!! (referring to mobile camp) Plus, we made a group of new friends who camped right beside our 'campsite'. We forgot to ask 'em how are all of 'em related.. but i guess they're from da same sch; some international sch. Guess what.. da 2 best looking guys are ASIANS. Haha.. Joan might prob. just argue with me when she sees this. Cuz she still think that caucasians are sexy and more superior compared to Asians. *shrugs* Hmm... and at the other campsite, there was this stylish lil punk. Mannnn... he's sucha cutie! Haha.. sometimes I really wonder when will my eyes ever stop wandering and ogling at guys. Tsk tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by da way, I'm oh-so ready to slaughter that stupid Hongsum. This has something to do with da solo night during da mobile camp. He found me this eerie spot and NA.. that was where i had to spend my night at. Before he left with morris, i heard 'em saying DON'T TELL SF, DON'T TELL SF. It's only after few days that i discovered from simaa that my spot was da scar-iest compared to da rest. WTH?! Like thanks man! Hongsum.. ya better gimme a good ans to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... what came after mobile camp.. Oh yes! Da Rope course with PERTAPIS Home and J2 Farewell party at Coasta Sands. Yeahh.. it was a blast! *i think?* haha... I enjoyed myself few da past few weeks. Simply love it when i'm so caught up with my cca. I'll have no time to think cuz I'll be busy having fun. Wheeee!! Can't wait fer da next odac activity, which is *OH SHIT!* Mt. K! Alrighty, I shall take back my words. I'm not exactly looking forward to da next odac activity. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lemme share with all of ya this cute lil joke, that my cute lil Mingming darling unintentionally cracked after da first day of chalet. Damn.. that was quite a long sentence. Haha! We drank a lil vodka during da first night of da chalet, and da next morning Mingming said 'oh no.. i'm having an overhang... ehh.. nono... i mean a hangover.' OMG! So cute right??? How 'sober' was she huh? Lol! Mann.. sometimes I just wish that she's my gf la. So uber cuteee and blur. Oops! I'm not a les anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan's performance was great! But it was held at KAMPONG KAPOR Methodist Church, which is in LIL INDIA. Have ya ever heard of all those that were typed in caps?? Haha... I had to take a cab to find my way there. Fer yer info, if in future, anyone of ya were to go there, da church is darn near Lil India station. Don't waste yer bloody money on some bloody cab! Yup.. that's that. =) joan looked oh so gorgeous in her all black suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met ngiamX3 at da chalet!! Seems like we're still quite fated. HA HA HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be crashing lectures tmr... ALL da wayyyyy at NP. And will be catching Saw 2 with darius. Man!! That's my fav. kinda movie! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into michelle the other day. BITCH BITCH BITCH!! Da all time bitch who stole my handphoneS and money. To hell with her man! note: SHE has a GF now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw lotsa celebrities on orchard streets... e.g. Olinda, Ann Kok, Hozan Leong, Leandra etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIX FEET UNDER.&lt;br /&gt;THIS FATE I SURRENDER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113377260985555224?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113377260985555224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113377260985555224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113377260985555224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113377260985555224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-swallowed-my-pride-and-sent-him-sms.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113310344322312715</id><published>2005-11-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:57:23.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Mud Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/mud-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of flavor and depth&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you give into their impulses&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/gummy-bears.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Mexican Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/mexican-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy yet dependable. &lt;br /&gt;You pull punches, but people still love you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i've got 2 of da same as meiON.. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113310344322312715?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113310344322312715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113310344322312715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113310344322312715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113310344322312715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-are-mud-pie-youre-perfect-combo-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113285627054521781</id><published>2005-11-25T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T02:17:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG !!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES! I saw huihui's TT with his gf down at orchard... he was behaving so intimately with his gf on da streets can?! Eeeekkkk!!! Poor huihui.. she must be real heartbroken. Have yet to break this news to her... wth man!! Bumped into one whole bunch of mj ppl when waiting fer da train at cityhall, and that includes Gal-gal (galvin), Liyana and Cindy. Yupp.. that's bout it. Anyway i was so guilty fer making darius wait 1hr fer me man.. i oughta quit da bad habit of always turning up late. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113285627054521781?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113285627054521781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113285627054521781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113285627054521781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113285627054521781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/omg-omg-omg-omg-i-cant-believe-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113272578998687358</id><published>2005-11-23T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:03:10.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIP camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yyeeeaaahhhh... i've finally returned from da SGSS CIP camp... i can't get any sleepier.. well i know there's no such word, but i'm really not in a clear mind to think ... really darn sleepy... didn't manage to get enough sleep fer da whole 2 nights.. even da night before i report fer da camp. argh!! i've got another camp in 1.5days' time. that's like wth?! i'm still wondering if i should go... but i clearly know that they are already lacking of manpower... so.. yeahh.. da ans is pretty obvious. Guess i'll just go... ggrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme share some interesting happenings regarding da CIP camp... first on da list is actually something isn't that pleasant. we had 1 casualty during da campfire last night, which was BAD. cuz odac ppl helped out da cip committee with da indoor campfire, when something went wrong, everyone seem to put all da blames on us man! that's probably da worst feeling ever in my entire life. argh! da accident was something like this: We filled few ping pong balls with sparklers powder, hoping that when ignited, da ping pong ball will act like a teeny weeny fireworks. Da committee ppl told us da sparks would da most travel in air fer about 10-15cm... turned out it flew all da way to this boy who sat right at da back during da campfire. da sparks hit his eyelid. thank goodness his reflexes was fast, if not da sparks would have ended on his... EYEBALL. then, i'd really kill myself right on da spot, since they left this potential suicide rope hanging from da ceiling. not only that, some of da sparks flew real far... nearly started a fire on this girl's berms... luckily she moved fast enough to shun away... phew!! what else... hmm.. oh yeah! da fire didn't spread to the entire circle, it only spreaded half of da circle. and eric kinda scalded his hand due to da torch used to ignite da ping pong balls... i also don't really know what exactly happened. i only know i saw him throwing da torch to one corner of da hall when da fire started burning like mad... horrible campfire i must say. but well... da artificial fire looked real. credits go to da odac ppl plus sherry and beatrix. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;met a cute hunk who bears a strong resemblance of both bangbang and royce (my vega ogl) weird combination i must say. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was assigned to da zipline station. that's like THANKS MAN! my all time FAV. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ordered mac on da first night... OMG i'm so shocked that they actually really sent da delivery to sucha ulu place... jalan bahtera... and mannnn... was i glad that they sent a cute guy to deliver those food which were almost as yummy as he looked. *drools* lol! sick! we even took pics with 'em!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;surprisingly my hp survived 1 whole day though it kept signaling 'Low batt' haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;zhikai is really a cute fella... reminds me SOOO MUCHHHH of kok yong... cuuttteeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;poor mingming... her left eyelid is swollen. dr. sherry concluded that it was an infection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my views on sherry kinda changed after this camp.. she's quite a sweet and cute person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i loveta cip camp tee issued to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i hate to say this but da sgss teachers who attended da camp, simply sucks... they're such bimbos !! they are just present fer da sake of being there... they don't even do a shit man! then when something unpleasant happens, they crowd around and gossip bout it and act as if they know it all. f*** man! they're probably some spoilt kids when they were young... they complained that da breakfast given this morn' tasted quite horrible, so they refused to eat. well... i thought teachers are suppose to set good examples? failed to do so! ha ha ha! sucks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just realized my hiking bag is 60+10 litres!!! So humongous! F***!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess i'm alright now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113272578998687358?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113272578998687358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113272578998687358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113272578998687358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113272578998687358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/cip-camp.html' title='CIP camp'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113251471665248158</id><published>2005-11-21T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:25:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.. was out with darius again man.. this fella.. super crappy and humorous.. man i really feel easy around him.  i don't haveta try to be someone i'm not cuz we've been classmates fer like 2 yrs! haha... glad that our friendship is still going strong though we only started chatting with each other after half a yr of not seeing each other. so yupp... our 'date' fer today, i suggested we would take some unknown bus and sees where it takes us to.  so we can talk during our journey.. indeed we chatted quite a lot on our sec sch life. hmm how i miss spf and all da great CHERS (teachers) there. LOL! anyway, thanks to darius... it's him that has been cheering me up without he himself knowing. oh i better turn in now.. i gotta wake up early tmr fer da SGSS camp! goodie ol night to da world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113251471665248158?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113251471665248158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113251471665248158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113251471665248158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113251471665248158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113241935494001303</id><published>2005-11-20T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:55:54.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;had da cip meeting early this morning&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;was out at orchard with darius&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;met mr lim (my sec3 form teacher) with his gf!! haha... freaky man... darius and i were still talking bout him before that&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113241935494001303?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113241935494001303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113241935494001303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113241935494001303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113241935494001303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-da-cip-meeting-early-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113223602925158614</id><published>2005-11-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:00:29.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;s u a y... it was a super suay day fer me. just yst, i broke up with him... today, i bumped into him. what da fuck?! why was it so coincidental?! i simply think that it was god playing a prank on me. normally, when i'm out with my friends, i don't even fucking see him. and today? when i don't wanna see him at all, or should i say didn't expect to see him, i actually bumped into him. da thing was that i didn't even notice him initially. if not fer eileen directing my vision to his direction, i wouldn't have even see him. she was like pointing at his direction cuz she saw her pl juniors i think. argh.. i kinda put on a false front in front of him.. like pretended not to give a damn bout da breakup when i actually do. i thought he was so busy with his cca... so busy that he could be out at bugis walking around, slacking... wow! how busy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;don't give a shit bout it fer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113223602925158614?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113223602925158614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113223602925158614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113223602925158614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113223602925158614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/s-u-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113215474549549502</id><published>2005-11-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:25:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;oh yeah.. i've got something "interesting" to share with ya ppl in here... last night this guy from my msn contact list (i have no idea how come he's in my list) suddenly chat with me. Da conv. goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;da guy: hey.. i'm feeling horny now... can ya look at my display pic.. and gimme comments on it? please... just fer a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(it was a pic of his dick!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me: wth?! disgusting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;da guy: can ya gimme some comments? please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me: S I C K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me: sorry i'm not da kinda girl who even bother looking at it and commenting.. so shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OMG!!! it was so traumatizing... i think he's really sick in da mind. EEEEKKK!!! YUKESSS!!! *puke!*  I'm so freaking disgusted!!!!! To think i was so "lucky" to encounter this kinda shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113215474549549502?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113215474549549502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113215474549549502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113215474549549502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113215474549549502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113215330782527305</id><published>2005-11-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:01:47.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;had odac training this morning... ran fer about 4km plus da 800m fer our warm-ups&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;went out with mingming again... this time round we're with diff. company...baby yuan + des + eric&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;ate at airport&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;met adam (from vega) on da train!!!! he has become soooo man... *weet* haha!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;shopped around a lil at ps&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;came home&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;sms-ed yirun... haha!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;this is coming to an end... i'm all to blame. fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113215330782527305?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113215330782527305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113215330782527305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113215330782527305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113215330782527305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-odac-training-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113206381754851863</id><published>2005-11-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:10:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;oh shit man.. i think i'm falling ill. Sore throat + a lil cough + running nose. Not bad at all... at least i'm ill after da exams.. haha!! Well... today is officially da last day of pw. Yay!! No more of those shit ... haha... went to bugis with lingling and mei ON to shop a lil... poor mei ON was so sick to even walk.. but nvm, she has her zion to support her! Oops... hopefully she doesn't see this, if not i'll definitely get it from her. hohoho!! Saw this cute guy working in da Nike shop over in bugis... he's just da kinda guy i'd loveta have as my bf!! haha.. sporty, has a nice smile, stylish, tall!! And when I say tall, i mean taller than 1.8m. hee hee... oh whatever shufen! stop ogling at guys! haha... tmr got odac. Yay! Can't wait to get my arse off da chair and start moving it... i feel so fat without exercising fer almost a week. Just now met 2 funny guys under my block... they're overly friendly i think. It's either that or they're feeling too high. They just shouted HELLO! when they saw me... speechless man. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he still hasn't called. what exactly is he up to?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113206381754851863?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113206381754851863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113206381754851863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113206381754851863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113206381754851863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-shit-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113189618620917867</id><published>2005-11-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:36:26.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i called him, he wasn't home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113189618620917867?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113189618620917867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113189618620917867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113189618620917867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113189618620917867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-called-him-he-wasnt-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113181097007070296</id><published>2005-11-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:56:10.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i dreamt of him last night... i dreamt that we are getting married in this church. Somehow this somebody gave me da wrong info. and directed me to da wrong church... there was a lot of running in my dream... i dreamt that i ran from churches to churches... only to arrive at da correct one 2-3 hrs later... obviously, he was already getting impatient with me.. and next thing was that........ i woke up from da dream. =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113181097007070296?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113181097007070296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113181097007070296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113181097007070296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113181097007070296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dreamt-of-him-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113181021207113284</id><published>2005-11-12T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:43:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;went to beach road to get barangbarang (fer odac) with mingming, shaz, miewmiew (samuel) and momo&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;bought some stuffs that we need fer our camps, as well as parangs (lol!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;went momo's house to put down all da things we bought, slacked there a lil... nearly got kidnapped by miewmiew and momo... (long story)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;played pool with 'em&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;bumped into roslan (from my sec sch) and gang at da pool area... how... "lucky"? haha...&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;happened to see melody and jane outside tm.. they're both so freaking pretty...&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;miewmiew's dad sent mingming and me home after dinner.. thanks uncle!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;he still hasn't called me... so disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113181021207113284?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113181021207113284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113181021207113284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113181021207113284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113181021207113284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/went-to-beach-road-to-get-barangbarang.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113172422468491559</id><published>2005-11-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:50:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyable day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;went shaz's house fer hari raya with mingming... according to randell, it's called jalan raya... cool term! haha...&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;nearly lost our way when finding our way to shaz's house.. thanks to mingming.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;felt a lil lil extra over there cuz besides mingming and me, da rest of da ppl there were all shaz's classmates&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;thank god samuel and momo (morris) joined us at around 15 30&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;caught exorcism of emily rose with da 2 idiotic guys and mingming&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;some guys from odac are so violent!! Esp. momo and samuel.. omg! They practically treat me like a punching bag! =/ haha.. actually not that bad... at least they're fun-loving ppl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113172422468491559?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113172422468491559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113172422468491559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113172422468491559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113172422468491559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/enjoyable-day.html' title='Enjoyable day...'/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113152690661575296</id><published>2005-11-09T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:01:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yeah man!!!!!! OP is oveerrrrrrr~~~ wooohooo!! Well.. i think i presented relatively well although i did screw up my Q&amp;A... and that is like da most crucial part of da entire op. But oh well.. I think i did answer da examiners' qns.. just that they weren't very well-organised. Da words just came outta my mouth naturally... after da Q&amp;amp;A session, i couldn't even rmb what they asked and what i actually answered!! How bad can that be? lol... according to my group members, they told me i was loud and clear, just sounded a lil too nervous during Q&amp;A... well i'm glad enough that i did manage to open my mouth and say something... haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh my... just now i had no choice but to stay in da bathroom fer one while hr cuz i forgot to bring in my towel. So i ended up waiting fer my mum to come home.. phew! thank goodness she didn't take too long to return... now my fingers are oh-so wrinkled. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh.. before i came home, i met this ncc boy who copied my actions... when he saw me using da stairs instead of taking da lift, he did da exact same thing. so cute laa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: i met babang and ba zii one whole gang at da sch bus stop after my op... such an 'eye'-opener... haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113152690661575296?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113152690661575296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113152690661575296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113152690661575296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113152690661575296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-yeah-man-op-is-oveerrrrrrr-wooohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113137250824499663</id><published>2005-11-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:08:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm super pissed with him... i didn't eat anything fer da entire day, cuz he said he wanna have dinner with me. Initially he planned to go nooch fer dinner... last min he changed his mind, saying some foodcourt nearby my house would do just fine... OKAY FINE.. i got changed around 18:00 cuz that's da time he's coming over to pick me up. In the end he dozed off at his friend's house and slept all da way till 19:10. What da hell man.. i hate to wait! When he arrived, his excuse was that he had a terrible headache, thus his friends asked him to take a short nap before leaving fer my house.. ended up i brought him to da doc, on our way there i kept thinking bout how much he has neglected me lately, da more i think bout it da harder it was fer me to treat him nicely. So I headed home alone, without even eating anything... i really don't wanna wait anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113137250824499663?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113137250824499663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113137250824499663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113137250824499663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113137250824499663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-super-pissed-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113116575892055535</id><published>2005-11-05T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:42:38.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;omg... i can't believe i dreamt that someone actually graded my blog and i got an E8 fer it. Whatta failure... haha!! Plus, that dream was so ridiculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Why should I care, when it seems like he doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113116575892055535?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113116575892055535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113116575892055535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113116575892055535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113116575892055535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113111041792409977</id><published>2005-11-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:20:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Super unlucky day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my mum didn't wake me up in da morning.. could've been late fer op dry-run&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;esther lost her wallet&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;zak lost his hp&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nearly got appendicitis from all da running just 1hr after my big feast at pizzahut&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;unintentionally wham da darn vball straight into terence's face (i'm utterly guilty bout it) i bet he hates me even more now. shucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113111041792409977?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113111041792409977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113111041792409977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113111041792409977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113111041792409977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/super-unlucky-day-my-mum-didnt-wake-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113093905073954682</id><published>2005-11-02T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:44:10.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;today op dry-run was even worse compared to da previous one.. oh my.. i think my mind was still left in lala land when i had no choice but to climb outta my comfy bed. I tell ya... i felt like just sleeping in all da way till afternoon. Oh by da way, i overslept. I planned to wake up at 7am to practise my speech on my own accord, ended up i woke up at 8.40am. Haha... i couldn't stop yawning during my presentation. Tsk tsk tsk.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;oh yeah... today we did outdoor cooking fer odac training. So cool right? That's something new fer me... so we dug a hole (which was supposedly deep enough to bury da 1.7m-tall-me vertically inside), added in dried leaves, followed by twigs and ... thicker twigs? I can't recall all da names given to 'em... so forget bout it. Haha... Then we made ermm... ultra-rich-flour-flavoured bread, baked apples and roasted CHICKEN!! Alrighty, let da gourmet tell ya how da food tasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;da bread was exceptionally tasty when dipped in honey&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;baked apples basically tasted soo sooo sweeeeeet (without adding honey)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;roasted chicken looked real appetizing (but rather uncooked... eweee...)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;da guys made honey water which came across to me like urine... lol!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and omg... da guys loveta add honey into every single thing they eat... plus, they behave just like kids!! Soooo cuteeee... *squeeze cheeks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PS: i realize that odac ppl are freaking tall. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113093905073954682?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113093905073954682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113093905073954682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113093905073954682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113093905073954682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-op-dry-run-was-even-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113077253381093165</id><published>2005-10-31T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:28:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oh my goodness... bad news! my eye candy got retained!!  i can't believe it.. oh nooooo.... one eye candy off my list. =( one of my MANY (yeah righttt) eye candies will be graduating soon. ohhh myyy... i think by da starting of next year, i'll have no more eye candies. By then, i can consider being a lesbian. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113077253381093165?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113077253381093165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113077253381093165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113077253381093165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113077253381093165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113077229284219097</id><published>2005-10-31T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:24:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i think whitesands swensen's service is really excellent. da waiters and waitresses there were kind enough to tolerate us today... we were practically shouting in swenwens today... da manager even gave us balloons willingly! Ok... actually we did ask fer it. But at least she didn't turn us down. haha... met sarah and vannie at whitesands after lunch. sooo excited to see 'em there!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JOKE OF DAY DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Q: There are 3 Male and 1 Female pencils in a box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Female pencil got pregnant!! Which Male pencil is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;responsible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A: the one without the rubber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113077229284219097?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113077229284219097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113077229284219097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113077229284219097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113077229284219097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-whitesands-swensens-service-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12065376.post-113060590520449955</id><published>2005-10-30T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:11:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hmm seriously, i wonder who still reads my blog... but whatever. So did i mention that da slim, pure white and feather light nano is MINE now? Mine oh mine!! hahaha... but what made me so frustrated was that my pc doesn't support iTunes cuz i'm using some bloody obsolete windows - windows ME. alamak! how out-dated can that ever get?! So my bro attempted to help me update my windows and just then my pc cocked up.... i couldn't even open internet explorer.. argh!!! Thank goodness my bro was kind enough, patient enough (how rare...lol!) to help me transfer all my songs to his thumbdrive, and using his pc to thrash all my songs into my nano. Hmm... thanks bro! Knew he wouldn't be so heartless to leave me helpless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sometimes odac simply gets a lil boring to even bear with... where have all da interesting characters gone to? aarrgghhhh!!! and dammit... azhar's leaving us? i can't accept this fact... can't and won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;why do ppl get so tangled up in their own lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wheee!! i talked to ngiamX3 again the other day... bumped into him in canteen. talking to him brought me back to those carefree days during 1st 3 months... sigh. da word 'fun' is so outta my life now... *frown*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;by da way, excess info, i screwed up my Q&amp;A fer my op dry-run. oh goshh!!! I've never felt so loss fer words ever in my entire life, i swear!! I got stunned almost immediately after a question was posted to me... *alamak!!* then, followed by silence. Wth... fortunately, it wasn't da REAL THING. i meant actual thing la... anyway i'm glad that miss loh was rather impressed by our slides. I still rmb that she told eileen's group that she's da most worried fer my group's op. haha... yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i miss those days out with vannie and sarah, gossiping bout others and laughing at something stupid almost every min every sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i miss those odac days with vannie and mellie around.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i miss vega2 peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i miss those days out with 'old man' to places i seldom go to, times when we sms-ed non-stop, and me going online just to check if he's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i miss those days with da funny clique; innocent bimbo, mellie, horny bird, loong ge, hooker, hock/hulk, blade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i miss everything that i'm missing right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12065376-113060590520449955?l=grindyerorgans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/113060590520449955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12065376&amp;postID=113060590520449955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113060590520449955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12065376/posts/default/113060590520449955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grindyerorgans.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-seriously-i-wonder-who-still-reads.html' title=''/><author><name>Shufen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15514737623864836302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
