<?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-33786360</id><updated>2011-08-21T22:32:07.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half empty, half full</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-2295465353791367935</id><published>2010-11-23T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:07:35.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we first met on 20 august 2010 and had been getting along really well for 3 months and 3 days. you've provided me with shelter and warmth while i kept you away from the clutches of entropy. i admit that i've neglected you slightly over the past few weeks which caused you much despair when you realised you're about ready to enter a pigsty competition. i thought we made up over the freshly scrubbed, bright and shiny toilet bowl last week, but no... apparently you still have much unvented wrath towards me. but i have to say, it's really a bit 小题大做 when you decided to throw me out this morning. how could you??!! it has really hurt me deeply, i'm afraid. even after trudging 1 hour in the freezing november rain (twice!) in an attempt to get back to you, you still refused to see my utter devotion. the conspiracy between you and your old brother, the stairs, to trip and throw me down was totally heart-breaking. please remember that you still depend on me to shoo away evil dust bunnies and monstrous cobwebs. but i'm ready to forgive you if you are willing to welcome me back with open arms. we still have to 相依为命 for another 7 months. cheers to a happy cooperation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;your feeling-betrayed tenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i promise to scrub your floor this weekend ok? deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2295465353791367935?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2295465353791367935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2295465353791367935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2295465353791367935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2295465353791367935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-room-we-first-met-on-20-august.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2572757285720837534</id><published>2010-09-25T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T04:12:38.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i was washing my hands in the library's toilet... and i pressed on the tap... and it didn't budge. no water came out. so i pressed, pressed again, pressed harder! but it still refuses to budge -___- i was thinking "eh is the tap stuck? is it spoiled? should i move to the next tap?" and just as i was about to move i saw this woman washing at the other end of the row of sinks. and suddenly realised: oh. the tap needs to be turned, not pressed -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like omgomgomg DUMB!! and hanging my head and going after the soap. and the soap box refused to budge either when i pressed it! i went totally o.O! then i saw this small rectangular hole and thought "hmm maybe the button fell out. let's be smart and press there" but still nothing happened. and by then the woman had already finished scrubbing every nook and cranny of her hand. i was like AARRGGH can't be this one's spoiled. so i bent down to take a look. and realised you're supposed to pull a lever towards you to get the soap out T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention i fell off my bike today, lost my way to the duwo office, and crashed into another bike on the way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimate suayness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2572757285720837534?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2572757285720837534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2572757285720837534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2572757285720837534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2572757285720837534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-i-was-washing-my-hands-in.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-3499984112309143827</id><published>2010-09-20T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:53:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz... i'm like this walking tragedy. remember my heavenly chicken soup yesterday? well i had some left, so this morning i happily heated it up and poured it into my beautiful thermos so i can drink it during lunch. my bag was already bursting with my 900 page textbook, notebook, pencil case and water bottle, so i put it together with my lunchbox into a popular plastic bag and skipped merrily off to get my bike. ok no wait. edit: i rushed hurriedly down to get my bike, cos i was running late &gt;&lt; hung my plastic bag on one handlebar and my laptop bag onto the other bar and whizzed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was running late, i took a shortcut, which was a gravel path that twists and turns a bit. and due to the uneven loading on my bike handles, a moment was produced in the clockwise direction about pivot point P... and i almost crashed into a tree o.O had to swerve madly like 4 times before i got my balance back. and i was like OMG malu!! cos everyone else were cycling breezily past me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in a straight line&lt;/span&gt;. and that's when i realised one of the plastic bag's handles had snapped. but since i was still lamenting over my face-throwing, i didn't really bothered about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so i got onto the proper bike track and everything went smooth and well, except for the fact that i'm running even later. and i was almost reaching my faculty already. i was like YES I'M REACHING! when suddenly my left bike handlebar was released of it's load and there was a loud THWACK on the ground. no prizes for guessing but yeah, the whole plastic bag snapped -___- and there was my thermos and lunchbox in the middle of the road and SOMEONE ALMOST CYCLED OVER IT!  i was like OMG ultimate malu! so parked my bike, picked the stuff up and somehow managed to stuff them into my bag. and rushed off, cos i was blocking half the track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was late for lecture T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not the end of the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i took out my notebook and pencil case to start taking notes, i caught a whiff of my heavenly chicken soup. i was like hmm how come my pencil case smells like my soup? OH CRAP! and i took out my thermos and instead of hearing sloshing i heard this clinking and there you have it, the vacuum layer's totally shattered T.T and the bottom of my notebook was wet! and so was my 900 page textbook! that cost me a bomb! maybe even 2 bombs! waaaaaaargh.... tragedy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while the lecturer was going on about thermodynamics, i was crying over my thermo flask T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my textbook is on my heater, which is turned to full blast (which isn't very warm at all). the only positive thing is at least my textbook smells nice now T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-3499984112309143827?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3499984112309143827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=3499984112309143827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3499984112309143827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3499984112309143827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8256365069459906755</id><published>2010-09-19T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:43:31.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i dunno what overcame me yesterday, but i bought this whole chicken at the market. WHOLE chicken. you know with all the wings and legs attached. ok i wanted to make chicken soup, and supermarkets don't really have chicken with bones and i need the bones for the soup. but still!!! why oh why was i crazy enough to buy a whole chicken? then just now i took it out of the fridge and stared at it, not sure how am i supposed to magically transform the chicken-shaped mass of meat and bones into the normal chicken chunks we see in soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, armed with a pathetic looking knife, i began to tackle the chicken. haiz... you know usually hawkers or your mum uses the huge 菜刀 to chop up the chicken. but i only have the medium sized one for veggies and fruits! T.T and i dunno where to begin! so i went for the obvious parts i.e. all the bits sticking out. took quite awhile cutting down the wings and drumsticks! and bones are so hard! but found out if i chop at the joints it's easier XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... after i finally got the 4 bits off, i like "ok, NOW what?" how are you supposed to know where to hack first?! and neither chicken nor knife were coorperating very well. in the end i had the break the bones by hand and then slice up the meat into reasonable looking pieces, which i promptly dumped into the pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh i hear the heavenly sound of my pressure cooker going off! which means the soup is done! ahh!!! self cooked chicken soup! haha i'm so proud of myself XDXD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. i put salt right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8256365069459906755?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8256365069459906755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8256365069459906755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8256365069459906755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8256365069459906755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok-i-dunno-what-overcame-me-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2229622695651454291</id><published>2010-05-30T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:48:41.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was eating fried cuttlefish from ajisen when I suddenly caught a woman who was sitting opposite staring at me weirdly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I stared back at her indignantly. And that's when I realised I was chewing on the cuttlefish with its many tentacles spewing out of my mouth o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note to self: NEVER leave the house without abundant supply of paper bags&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2229622695651454291?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2229622695651454291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2229622695651454291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2229622695651454291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2229622695651454291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-i-was-eating-fried-cuttlefish.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1552240354112541067</id><published>2010-04-13T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:16:38.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm typing this during work!Kept falling asleep just now! &gt;&lt; So now I shall pretend to be hardworkingly typing something important XD Though the blogger template would have given me away immediately. Opps… Switched to Word! Haha copy paste later. Oh man I sound so sneaky. Heehee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating an apple now. Which means I’m typing with only one hand (kind of spoils my professional image of typing something important. Oh darn) Apples smell so sweet! In my next life I shall be an apple! Hahaha! Ok nevermind that’s just a super random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 more hours of work left! Good luck to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just pasted to blogger. Shall quickly post now to avoid suspicion *glances furtively over shoulder*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1552240354112541067?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1552240354112541067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1552240354112541067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1552240354112541067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1552240354112541067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-now-i-shall-pretend-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1434557817086800955</id><published>2010-03-18T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:42:57.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went aaalll the way to lorong chuan and stood stupidly outside my tutee's house for 10 minutes only to remember that the whole family went overseas -___- &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still standing at the gate pressing all their doorbells (they have 3), wondering why I was getting dao-ed. And they have a doorbell with the intercom-like thing and I was trying to speak into it! Oh my gosh that sounded really stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't like I didn't know about it.... The mum called me on friday to tell me but I was rushing to my other tutee's house and I think I forgot about it the moment I hung up the phone. How wonderful right. Rarh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge you to name a bigger loser than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1434557817086800955?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1434557817086800955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1434557817086800955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1434557817086800955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1434557817086800955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/went-aaalll-way-to-lorong-chuan-and.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-432026709581052956</id><published>2010-03-09T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:38:50.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just realized that Wellesley is still missing my SAT I results. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn angry with myself now. GRAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to post something today but there's no time! If I don't sleep now I'll get scolded &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So going off now! Maybe later.... if there's time and I still feel like posting XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-432026709581052956?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/432026709581052956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=432026709581052956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/432026709581052956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/432026709581052956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-realized-that-wellesley-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2989200532534884468</id><published>2010-03-05T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:09:43.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 As 2 Bs! I really didn't expect my gp and econs to get B! Immediately after the papers I was already expecting a D or a C at most. Cried a little after that. Part relief and part... I dunno... was just overwhelmed I guess. Suddenly realised that it's all over: my 12 years of formal education, 2 years in HC and time spent with all my classmates and CCA mates and friends in school. I just miss school so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should really be feeling happy now, but I just feel lost. There are so many things to do and so many things to think about. Uni is so unfamiliar, it scares me a bit. My parents have been suggesting going to Holland to study but I'm not really sure if I want to go. Have to start the application process all over again which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized I can run away from people and run away from things happening around me but I can't run away from my own thoughts. Which is why I'm putting everything here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2989200532534884468?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2989200532534884468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2989200532534884468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2989200532534884468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2989200532534884468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-as-2-bs-i-really-didnt-expect-my-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1481765266919733776</id><published>2010-03-05T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:57:48.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a month!! Gosh. No time to post recently. Everyday it's work, tuition, go out, tuition, CNY and tuition. I'm going for tuition like 3 or 4 times a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having a cold now. Recovering though, thank god. It's probably due to excessive CNY junk and the arctic climate in the office. Woke up on saturday without a voice. Croaked around the house for a few hours and drowned myself in chrysanthemum tea (the kind you make in the pot, not the kind you take out of the fridge) before partially regaining my voice. And still had tuition that afternoon XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived slightly late for tuition due to unforeseen jam on bukit timah road (again, as if every morning is not enough). Only just sat down to catch my breath when the kid I'm teaching sashayed into the room with green eyelids and a tube of green paint in her hands. When I told her to wash it off she simply vanished to apply a fresh layer. So I had to drag her to the tap in the front yard. In the end I had to stand under the blistering sun for half an hour, trying to prevent a 11 year old from turning into the Incredible Hulk o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is quite interesting, and getting busier already. There are 2 other A level temp staff! A girl from AJ and a guy from ACJC. Now we always eat lunch together with 2 other malay temp staff. Haha quite fun since we would go out to eat XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work tomorrow because of results release. GRAH. I don't dare to hope for anything now!!! Hopefully my next post will be a happy one and not a super emo one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1481765266919733776?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1481765266919733776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1481765266919733776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1481765266919733776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1481765266919733776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/havent-posted-in-month-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6023413251841450112</id><published>2010-01-27T12:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:31:15.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly thought of something 幾米 wrote. I love his writing! I feel very content just reading his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From 我只能为你画一张小卡片:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S1_IRF1L6xI/AAAAAAAAAaw/puv8eFTqL3Q/s1600-h/donkeyprince.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S1_PPyH713I/AAAAAAAAAbI/SU0180qwW1g/s1600-h/donkeyprince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431287545692149618" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S1_PPyH713I/AAAAAAAAAbI/SU0180qwW1g/s320/donkeyprince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S1_IRF1L6xI/AAAAAAAAAaw/puv8eFTqL3Q/s1600-h/donkeyprince.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;亲爱的小荳荳：　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;你从天桥走来，我在远远的街边望着你，我努力对你微笑挥手，可惜你没有看见。来不及解释，我又将与你告别。我们总是不断的相逢又不断地说再见，总相信不久的将来即会再相聚。　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;但是一定有那么一次，我们将会永远别离，但是我们也无须过度悲伤。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢天，没有人能真正知道哪一次是最后一次。所以每一次我都要紧紧地拥抱你，把它当作我们最后的相聚、最后的告别。　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;冬天走了，春天来了，终于可以脱掉厚重的大衣，换上轻巧明亮的春装，尽情地在草原上奔跑。　　&lt;br /&gt;再说一次再见咯！&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;我会想念你的，保重了。　　&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　　　　　&lt;br /&gt;驴头王子　三月三十日&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice!! And it's true... treasure each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was searching for this one I saw another which reminded me of The Alchemist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S1_LZd4Ka9I/AAAAAAAAAa4/wAFimIuXhNM/s1600-h/forcrocdile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431283314009467858" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S1_LZd4Ka9I/AAAAAAAAAa4/wAFimIuXhNM/s320/forcrocdile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;亲爱的鳄鱼：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;有些时候，有些地方，我们轻易地找到幸福。然而有时候，有些地方，我们再怎么努力，也遇不到一点点的快乐。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这是所谓的运气吗？还是生命的真相？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是这里或那里，此刻或未来，是左边或右边，前方还是后方，我该如何明白如何寻觅幸福躲藏的地方。要继续等待吗？还是转换下一个目标。我不想永远生活在犹豫、懊恼与无法抉择的困惑中。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你说一个人如果真心要追求梦想，全宇宙都会尽力来帮忙。你一定是在开玩笑吧！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你对世界无尽地鼓励不会感到厌烦吗？　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;还是快快吃掉眼前仅有的樱桃吧！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;下一次的盛宴，轮到谁！谁知晓！　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;　　　　　　　　　　　　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;猪儿 　七月十二日 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人如果真心要追求梦想，全宇宙都会尽力来帮忙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same as what Melchizedek told Santiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6023413251841450112?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6023413251841450112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6023413251841450112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6023413251841450112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6023413251841450112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/suddenly-thought-of-something-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S1_PPyH713I/AAAAAAAAAbI/SU0180qwW1g/s72-c/donkeyprince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-3531363846841082975</id><published>2010-01-26T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:53:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught a falling leaf while jogging today!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a nice wish. Hope it comes true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-3531363846841082975?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3531363846841082975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=3531363846841082975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3531363846841082975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3531363846841082975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/caught-falling-leaf-while-jogging-today.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-874279857135960750</id><published>2010-01-25T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:03:30.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating! Opps... Haha there goes my new year resolution. Oh well, here i am now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said that I had stopped doing stupid stuff but no... apparently that was part of my imagination. Now that I look back on the events in the past week, I realised that I'd been throwing my face around alot (丢脸, you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event No. 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 jan - Wild Wild Wet&lt;br /&gt;Went to WWW with yuhui lydia ruth amanda rania and tingyi! We dedcided to slide down the dark tube thingy and guess what! I got stuck inside the tube -___- It was super dark and i took about 5 secs to realise that I was at the same spot I'd been 5 secs earlier. I tried pushing myself but I kept getting stuck!! OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was still not the most embarrasing part ok! In my panic I suddenly remembered a sign I saw while we were queueing that said some materials will cause you to stop. So I thought oh must be my fbts (fyi, most of us were wearing shirt and fbts over our swimsuits) and I TOOK OUT MY PANTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WHOLE SLIDE! And I slid down the rest of the way holding my pants in my hands o.O And the whole way down I was trying to find a way to hold them as inconspicuously as possible (but failed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event No. 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either 18 or 19 jan, can't remember - on 171 going home after interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was quite crowded since it was almost the evening rush hour and I was standing near the exit door. There was this asc guy leaning against the ezlink card reader and he was falling asleep and looking as if he's going to collapse any sec. I was thinking "eh what if the bus jerks and he crashes into me?" and the next thing I knew, the bus jerked and I crashed into the guy behind me!! Seriously crashed! I was stepping on his toes and elbowing his stomach and everything! I was just willing to die on the spot xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event No. 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 jan - going for an interview at clementi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job agency called to tell me I had an interview at clementi at 2.15pm. They told me how to get there and I checked online and thought "oh quite easy there's a road just next to the bus stop which should lead me there" So i went and reached the bus stop 15 mins early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I stood at the bus stop I was totally o.O!!! because at the place where my road was supposed to be there were only dense vegetation -___- I tried walking in one direction but couldnt find clementi loop anywhere so i turned back but realised it's even worse. So I called the agency to ask for directions adn my agent was trying to direct me but after 10 mins I realised I was walking in the opposite direction from what she was saying! So i turned back again and walked but after awhile her colleague came and told me to turn around agian! So in the end I walked along the same stretch of road for 5 or 6 times!! T.T There were some indian workers along the road and they must have thought I was nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was 45 mins late for my interview. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event No. 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same day - after interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i entered the compounds of the interview place I had to surrender my ezlink to the guard there to exchange for visitor pass. When I came out I was on the phone with yuhui and I just walked out of the place without getting my ezlink back!! I was already out of the gate before I realised and had to run back to get it. Rarh. And the guard was laughing at me!!! OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep so that's 4 of the most embarrassing events in the past week. One week leh! I wonder how I managed to survive 18 years of my life. Gosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-874279857135960750?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/874279857135960750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=874279857135960750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/874279857135960750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/874279857135960750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/having-been-updating-opps.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5981345971122036358</id><published>2010-01-13T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:06:47.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to HC open house today!! Whee!! Hahaha went to visit juniors and watch them perform. HCCO rocks! But there were very few sec 4s there... I think there were more alumni than sec 4 juniors la. Haha alot of co people went back! OK la not alot. But at least 10! Not counting liyi louis and me. So not bad! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alot of people in HC so quite sian. Helped juniors carry instruments around. Omg i havent carried a gz in ages! I helped jiayi carry hers back to mph and my arm nearly died! o.O 相当年 we used to be able to carry one gz in each hand and climb all the way to m3! Omg where are my muscles??? T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch at curry wok! Haha the last time i ate there was before syf i think. The time when everyone was trying to blow through their straws and sherlene and i donated half of our rice to hwapheng xD shared the set meal with sherlene liyi and liyue. I realised they all dont eat century egg! Haha so in the end i koped all the century egg from the tofu dish XDXDXD WAHAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And louis broke the record of how late a person can be!! We were supposed to meet at 9.30 and he turned up at like what? 2?? When I called him at 9.45 he said he just woke up and i was already -___- but no... apparently waking up 15 mins past your meeting time is not good enough for louis. He went to shower and fell asleep immediately after that. And in a different room from his phone so that he could conveniently NOT hear his phone ring when we called him -___- (he said he got 21 missed calls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as punishment liyi and i made him treat us! Haha so we went to eat at xinwang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S03QrpeK4vI/AAAAAAAAAag/mZcojoH5tb8/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426222574336664306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S03QrpeK4vI/AAAAAAAAAag/mZcojoH5tb8/s320/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mango ice!! Haha CTFC tradition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S03QsHIJGkI/AAAAAAAAAao/ITQAx6ib5kY/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426222582297336386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S03QsHIJGkI/AAAAAAAAAao/ITQAx6ib5kY/s320/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louis ordered french toast! Haha and we koped! Super nice omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end we ate like $33 off him. Wahahaha. Ok la he ate most of the 33 bucks but we ate alot too! The mango ice and french toast and guo tie and koped some of louis's baked pasta XP oh and drank iced yuan yang after that! XD Fat liao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and alot of people mistook us for sec 4s today! LOL yay i feel YOUNG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S03QsHIJGkI/AAAAAAAAAao/ITQAx6ib5kY/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5981345971122036358?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5981345971122036358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5981345971122036358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5981345971122036358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5981345971122036358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-hc-open-house-today-whee-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/S03QrpeK4vI/AAAAAAAAAag/mZcojoH5tb8/s72-c/DSC00436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-1774698091242970856</id><published>2010-01-07T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:42:01.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my blogskin! Wahaha. I am in no way grumpy but the toast is cute! And somehow I just like the way 'grumpy toast' sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching gongxinji now! xD or at least, waiting to watch gongxinji. It's loading so sloooooowly it's driving me nuts! Before that I was engaged in the battle of trying to tidy up my room. This is like the nth day of me trying to get my room to look more presentable... but it still looks as if a herd of elephants stampeded through -___- I keep getting distracted (HAHAHA can tell right?) so each time i only tidy up a tiny portion of the room. And i doubt anyone can locate that teeny clean spot against all the surrounding chaos anyway. Bet I still need another (n+1) days to finish cleaning. Let's just hope the Summation (n) is not to infinity &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview tomorrow!! LALALA! From NEA! Hope my interviewer is nice xD I want to start work! This is sort of like my first step into society =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1774698091242970856?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1774698091242970856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1774698091242970856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1774698091242970856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1774698091242970856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/changed-my-blogskin-wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5154562013669897197</id><published>2010-01-03T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:29:19.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the 2nd day of the new year, well 3rd day actually since it's 1am now, and I've decided that this is the day I revive my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, one of my new year resolution is to maintain my blog! So that's obviously the reason why you are reading this now. Although i suspect nobody comes here anymore... hahaha it's been dead too long! But it's ok... this post can just float happily around in cyberspace without any interruptions xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole month has passed since the end of A levels! It feels like A levels was such a long long time ago! Hahaha too many things have happened since then. Prom, KL trip, CTFC outings!! And uni applications &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom = feet pain and taking photos&lt;br /&gt;KL trip = FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;CTFC outings = sore throat and blisters and a 3 hour long session of the funniest super asshole daidi i had ever played! (罗女 and 小傅子! HAHA!!)&lt;br /&gt;and uni applications = OMGpleasekillmenowtoendallthissuffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now all these have to be referred to as "the things I did LAST year". Today, I had the unpleasant shock of realising that 2008 is now "the year before last". Where had all the time gone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okok no ranting. I shall wish everyone a HAPPY 2010!! I think/hope it'll be an eventful year! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5154562013669897197?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5154562013669897197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5154562013669897197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5154562013669897197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5154562013669897197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2nd-day-of-new-year-well-3rd-day.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8630060410693312749</id><published>2009-07-26T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:42:59.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw the Cheshire Cat's smile peeping from behind the clouds :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8630060410693312749?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8630060410693312749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8630060410693312749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8630060410693312749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8630060410693312749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-cheshire-cats-smile-peeping-from.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5604552599424495554</id><published>2009-07-25T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:52:12.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every time i meet enlin in school she'll say: wah u very lucky today leh! or smth like tat. Well... now i have solid evidence tat wat she say is totally UNTRUE!! Reject the hypothesis tat seeing enlin = good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is wat happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 风和日丽 de wednesday, n i kept bumping into enlin everywhere (poor me). So according to her theory i shld have super super lucky tat day right? Hmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... everything was fine in school, den i had dental appointment after school, which was ok too. The dentist didnt accidentally pull out a tooth or anything. So i was on 174, happily on my way home, thinking about my comfy bed that awaits me when my dad phoned me to tell me tat NDC phoned him to tell him to tell me tat i left my water bottle behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... tat sentence doesnt seem to make sense. Let me rephrase it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to abandon all thoughts of getting to my bed, alight at some ulu bus stop and somehow find my way back to NDC to hunt down a blue coloured hunk of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat was the 1st sign of unluckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd sign was: I cant find a bus stop on the opposite side where i can catch another 174&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was standing in front of clarke quay mrt so i decided to take mrt to outram park instead since the outram park exit is just in front of NDC. When i reached outram park, i vaguely remembered tat the correct exit is at the green line there so i tried to find my way to the green line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... n got lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally found the place i was already dying. There were only 2 exits there so i was like, heck just try my luck. N when i emerged from underground i realised tat im 3km away from where i was supposed to come up. So i was  -___- n went back down to go from the other exit. N guess where i came up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly the same place... just in the opposite direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally *Q%@$*@!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i gave up on trying to find my way underground. At least above ground there are landmarks i can follow. Thank goodness im not toatlly directionless and after 15min of trekking i finally located NDC n collected my hunk of blue plastic. Tired, hungry and wanting to bash my head for being so dumb, i went back to the same bus stop to wait fore 174 to come n take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 40 minutes ago i boarded 174 at the bus stop n 40 minutes later i was again boarding a 174 at the same bus stop. So wierd. Like some scary time travel thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... next time u see enlin n she tells u how lucky u'll be.... BEWARE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5604552599424495554?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5604552599424495554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5604552599424495554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5604552599424495554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5604552599424495554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-time-i-meet-enlin-in-school-shell.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2591231510272909223</id><published>2009-05-24T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:33:26.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARRGH! OMG I THINK I JUST ATE AN ANT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my mom boiled a whole pot of pears for my sore throat (apparently it cures sore throat), den i ladled a bowl n put it into the fridge cos the pears not so mushy when cold n the soup thingy tastes nicer too. I didnt cover the bowl cos i was too lazy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now i was going to drink the whole thing, n i took a bite out of the pear n was chewing happily when i saw 3 black ants crawling merrily across my pear!!!! OMG! I wanted to die immediately can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whether i swallowed any ants or not. But now my throat feels funny T.T like got ants crawling inside. Eeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway how can ants survive in the fridge? i thought its too cold for them?! stupid ants. maybe they had evolved to become arctic ants or smth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2591231510272909223?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2591231510272909223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2591231510272909223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2591231510272909223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2591231510272909223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrgh-omg-i-think-i-just-ate-ant-this.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8654217120248172595</id><published>2009-05-06T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:04:48.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant believe SYF is over! How can it be over??? Its like not long ago we're still saying still got alot of days left. Even the december hols pracs seem not very long ago lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... i miss co alr. all the daily morning pracs n afternoon+night pracs. i'll miss them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8654217120248172595?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8654217120248172595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8654217120248172595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8654217120248172595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8654217120248172595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-believe-syf-is-over-how-can-it.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-7307301667304033892</id><published>2009-05-06T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:55:28.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HCCO GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Seriously very high today la! CTFC!!!!! Woots! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the chairman of the CaiTongFanClub, i shall publicise our newly formed club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTFC Cheer!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C! (clap clap, clap clap) T! (clap clap, clap clap) F!(clap clap, clap clap) C! (clap clap, clap clap)&lt;br /&gt;C! (clap) T! (clap) F! (clap) C!(clap)&lt;br /&gt;CTFC ALL THE WAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-7307301667304033892?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7307301667304033892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=7307301667304033892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7307301667304033892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7307301667304033892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/hcco-gold-with-honours.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5172150811365460496</id><published>2009-04-18T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:09:08.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL! I didnt know there were so many nygz videos on youtube!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5172150811365460496?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5172150811365460496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5172150811365460496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5172150811365460496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5172150811365460496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/lol-i-didnt-know-there-were-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8242310335529013365</id><published>2009-04-17T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:02:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOMETHING STUPID HAPPENED TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DROPPED MY ZHIJIAS ON THE BUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME NICE SOUL PICKED IT UP N I WAS JUST ABT TO REACH OUT FOR IT WHEN THE BUS JUST SLAMMED ITS DOORS SHUT!!!! (nearly amputating my arm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A FURIOUS DEBATE IN MY HEAD ABT WHETHER I SHOULD RUN AFTER THE BUS SCREAMING LIKE A MADWOMAN BUT IN THE END I JUST STOOD THERE STARING AT MY POOR ZHIJIAS BEING WHISKED AWAY FROM ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY MY JUNIORS ON THE SAME BUS AS ME LA. IF NOT I CAN SAY BYEBYE TO MY (only pair of) BELOVED ZHIJIAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8242310335529013365?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8242310335529013365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8242310335529013365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8242310335529013365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8242310335529013365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-stupid-happened-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-624988979637847816</id><published>2009-04-09T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:28:02.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very VERY long time never post liao. Hahaha. But seriously, nothing interesting happening these days so even if i post it will all be stuff like "oh today i woke up, brushed my teeth, went to school, slept through lectures n tutorials n went home" which i think will be very effective medication for insomnia. So yup... never blog lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of insomnia, i feel so sleepy these 2 days for unknown reasons. N its not just the my-eyelids-gonna-drop kind of sleepy but my head aches too. Was kind of in a daze during cca yesterday. Towards the end i was ready to drop dead any second. When we were recording shuqing i felt so detached from the surroundings. I could hear the music n sense my body sitting in front of the gz but i wasn't really there,  like..... oh nvm i shouldn't attempt to describe this with my S-grade gp skills ( 1/2 mark for summary!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW results released today!! I think HC's the last school to release the results lor. RJ released at 11.20? N we had to wait till 3.30. N my lessons end at 1!!! So instead of stoning in school thinking abt the probability of getting a B, C, D, .... U for PW, huiming, debbie n i went to j8 to find presents for huiming's angel n mortal. STJ this sunday!! Niao-ed huiming the whole way abt her ahemahem =D So fun. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole class got A for PW! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;(i realise there's no link from the previous paragraph to this one, but oh well, i dont get S for my compre for nothing right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-624988979637847816?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/624988979637847816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=624988979637847816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/624988979637847816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/624988979637847816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-very-long-time-never-post-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-7548743105188888104</id><published>2009-03-13T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:52:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW LAPTOP!!!!!! =D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so so so much faster and cooler than my old tablet, which was like 6 years old alr? Anyway a few week ago the keyboard just spoiled, which was why i didnt post for quite long. Was a torture trying to use a comp with no keyboard! Kept tearing my hair out. Becoming bald liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad brought home this laptop the day before the start of blocks! OMG can u imagine the 诱惑. And the comp was constantly 诱惑ing me when i study cos it was just beside me all the time T_T But yay! now start of hols liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not blog about blocks. It was just the usual "Im going to fail" thing. Oh but i think this time physics not bad. And econs would have been good if i had understood more of nid n chose the multiplier ques =( Ah heck liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM OFF TO FULLY ENJOY MY NEW LAPTOP!!! =D=D=D=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-7548743105188888104?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7548743105188888104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=7548743105188888104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7548743105188888104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7548743105188888104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-laptop-ddd-its-so-so-so-much-faster.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8506686254372092394</id><published>2009-03-10T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:56:28.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jasmine has requested a blog post about yesterday's bus ride. OK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... yesterday morning, I boarded the bus at the bus stop! I saw Jasmine! So I waved. Then I saw Melinda! So I waved again! The bus arrived at the HC bus stop. So Jasmine Melinda and I all happily alighted! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8506686254372092394?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8506686254372092394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8506686254372092394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8506686254372092394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8506686254372092394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/jasmine-has-requested-blog-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2029240856355741840</id><published>2009-02-21T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:59:24.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think 2 weeks never post liao! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really like nothing interesting to blog about lor. Well, orientation has ended, and J1s have joined us for morning assembly and at the class bench. Before J1s came for morning assembly, my class was nearer the bridge and at least we could see like, half a flagpole? But now we're back to our original positions. So tat means we're back to staring at the plants flapping in the wind T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mortal very nice!! He spent 1 hour on Youtube learning how to fold origami angel for me!! Haha. So 感动! So I folded an origami human for him. But Maychew and Huiming say look like 小人!!! T__T My heart broke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyi tagged me to do 2 quizzes liao! I should do now. Before it accumulates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN ARE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single - Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy - Now? Dunno leh. Im not sad... does tat make me happy?? Haha! Like doesnt make sense. Ok Im happy tat Im not sad. Make more sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bored - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you fair - skin-wise? Yeah sure. Once upon a time. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you Italian - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you intelligent - Nah... not even close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you honest - Heeheehee....Most of the time yes lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you nice - YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you Irish - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you Asian - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name - Wang Xueying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname - sai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Birthplace - China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Haircolour - Black bah. But alot of ppl say its abit brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair style - ??? Short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eyecolour - Black brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday - 26 March! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Mood - eh.... calm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite colour - You ask me? Alot leh. Fresh grassy green, bright sunny yellow n orange, sky blue, midnight blue, rich dark purple.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit - Why can only choose 1? =( Vienna too! Like liyi. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you been in love? - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight? - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush? - Eh... dun think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you been emotionally hurt? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you broken someone's heart? - Hahaha. I got so pro meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken? - Yes! By Maychew n Huiming! Who said my origami man looked like a 小人!!! T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment? - Dunno leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged? - Forgot liao. Some friend I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you said 'I love you' to? - Hmmm... I realised Ive never said those three words before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or Lust - Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or Beer - Wats hard liquor?? Ok... I choose.... soft liquor!! HAHAHA!! *狂笑*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or Dogs - PARROT! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or Many regular friends - A few best friends =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Creamy or Crunchy -Crunchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Pencil or Pen - Pencil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or Romantic night in - romantic bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness - Happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or Day - Ah... I like the period of time after Ive showered n before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or Phone - IM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out? - Never sneaked out before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen a polar bear? - Is the zoo counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Done something you regret? - yeah. loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped? - Nope. But I dun mind trying XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor? - Hahaha. YES! N Im still alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entired jaw breaker? - wats a jaw breaker? Is it smth you eat? If ur jaw break liao how to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been caught naked? - yeah. By my reflection in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back? - Never had a bf before how to want him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet? - My parrot still very healthy thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd? - yeah. hard not to when u r in a performing arts cca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands? - can't even stand on my hand let alone walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert? - no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team? - Hahahaha!! no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team? - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team? - yup! was in mini tennis in pri school. We played tennis with a sponge ball on the badminton court. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production? - Yes. Choral n Drama night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever own a BMW, Mercedes, Escalade, Hummer or Bently? - In my dreams. Well... actually I dont dream abt cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been on a rap video? -no -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made - yuhui. on thurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hugged -dont rmb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you hung out with - definition of "hung out"?? yuhui shuhui vivien clara when we went back to nygz i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked - I worked on my GP worksheet just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to - my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM'd - Derrick. About Vietnam War. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you texted - yuhui. also on thurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with - Wah... havent gone to the cinema for a long time. I think the last time I went was during fac outing last year? Watched Quantum of Solace. So I suppose my answer should be the whole Artemis faculty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last thing/person you missed - Eh... my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last website visited - tudou.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PPL TO DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone will even read this? Ok ermm.... aiya anyone who reads this and has a blog! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2029240856355741840?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2029240856355741840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2029240856355741840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2029240856355741840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2029240856355741840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-2-weeks-never-post-liao-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1603679373450921516</id><published>2009-02-08T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:31:59.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm super sleepy now!! I'm yawning so much all my tears are coming out. So dont be surprised if u spot loads of spelling mistakes. Haha. My eyes are like permanently obscured by my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was planning to update about yesterday. Fun Buzz'09! Haha. It's organised by OSA. Overseas Students Association. So the thing's supposed to be for overseas students =D Im extra, as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u who's in my team!! There's ME! liyi, jacky, pekyee, Z (I dunno how to spell her name leh. But we all pronounce her name as 'Z'), fiona, esther, shucheng, marvin and enlin! I hope I didn't remember/spell anyone's name wrongly! Yup, so that's 10 of us in a group. N our group name is STAR OCEAN!! Hahaha... random name. It sounds like some cruise ship. Then we had to shorten it to Star-O to fit into our cheers, which makes it sound like some cereal brand, u know, like Koko Krunch -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as GUAI HC students, we were extremely punctual. They said report st 8am. So DING! We were there at 8am!!! But apparently none of the other 27 teams thought punctuality is a 美德 so we had to wait until almost 10 before the thing could start. =(( And when we saw the other groups coming in we were all like !!!!!!o_O!!!!!!!!! Cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Most of the groups are all-guys groups. Or else its like 8 guys 2 girls. While our group is exactly the opposite (8 girls 2 guys T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) All the guys are the size of mountain gorillas (I dunno if such a species exist, but "mountain gorillas" sound scarier than just "gorillas")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They looked like VIOLENT mountain gorillas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were one of the only 2 JC groups lah. The rest all uni or poly. N besides having 8 girls n only 2 guys, 9/10 of us are not in sports CCA! Hahaha. We must have looked really pathetic. Once we saw the other teams we were all like "Ok lets go kiss the trophies n vouchers byebye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT unexpectedly they had this special prize for the most dynamic team! Meaning most cheers most enthu most zihigh! Hahaha. N we were all eyeing that prize. We even had a cheers ic! Enlin!! She's the most zihigh person I've ever EVER seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then was the games. The first one we played was Wargh Games -___- Its supposed to be like paintball but the guns use laser or something of that sort. 5 ppl to a team n each one has 10 lives. Me, jacky, liyi, esther n fiona in one team (if I rmb correctly. I wasnt very familiar with the other ppl in my group at first so im not very sure). N we were the first to go!! Against 5 guys =( Who probably all had NS. Well, this was how the game went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The referee blows the starting horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us stares at each other with HUH? WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?? faces while our opponent team runs out expertly and hides behind some of the barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gamemasters gave us alot of WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?? stares, we finally decieded to run out (in a group) and clumped together behind one weeny barrier and immediately started laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we couldn't stop laughing for the rest of the game!! (which didnt last long anw. we all died pretty quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was JOUSTING! They had this inflated bouncy castle thingy with 2 (very small) round platforms n we were supposed to balance on it while trying to knock the opponent off with this really big n long bolster-like thing (also inflated. but very hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched other ppl play first n they were VERY VIOLENT!!! They were like, trying to knock the brains out of each other or something. N there was this guy who just POUNCED on his opponent. So when its our turn we were all quaking in our shoes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first round my opponent wasn't tat violent thank god n I won!! The only one in my group! Hahaha. But the 2nd round the guy from another group kept smashing the bolster thing in my face!!! And according to liyi n jacky I turned violent too!! Haha! I was abit pissed la. But later the guy came over to apologise, so i thought i was ok. But my nose hurt quite a bit. N my nose seem to be very well-connected to my tear duct cos everytime my nose get smashed, all my tears will come out. Haha. I must have looked as if I was going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was lunch then 6 legged race which was quite boring. Then blanket volleyball! Which was just 4 ppl hold 4 corners of a blanket n throw/catch a ball over a net. Me, pekyee, jacky n liyi went first n we played our highest scoring game!! 11 to 16! We are the 11 of course. Hahaha. But at least we managed to score! N we scored 11! Which was alot (to us)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last game was pushball, which was the most violent game of all. There was this 2m diameter ball n we were supposed to push it over the opponent's line. Our opponent team was *surprise! surprise!* all guys so obviously we were crushed -__- N poor liyi got 2 bumps on her head =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..... in the end we set a new record for Fun Buzz! We were the only group in history who scored ZERO!! Hahaha!!! But we were still super zihigh. Between every game we would snatch the mike from the mc n start throwing out all the orientation cheers. Even NJ cheers lor. Hahaha. N we made up our own version of "twinkle twinkle little stars" to fit our group name. Complete with actions k!! Hahaha!! N the mc liked it so much he called all the other mc-s to come watch n he started doing the actions with us!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, guess what we won? HAHA!! The most dynamic team award lor!! N when we went on stage to receive our $200 worth of hamper, the mc still announced that we are the only group in history to score zero! OMG so funny! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N now Im sunburnt n semi-voiceless! =( But I think yesterday was really fun. Cos had a great group!! Im waiting for the OSA to upload the photos so I can try to kope. But Ive got to sleep now!! 11.30!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1603679373450921516?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1603679373450921516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1603679373450921516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1603679373450921516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1603679373450921516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-super-sleepy-now-im-yawning-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-666895434031826579</id><published>2009-02-06T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:38:32.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I shall talk about buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a bus in the morning is really torturous! Besides enduring the super thick and concentrated traffic jam tat suddenly popped into existence this year, I will be squished n marinated into human jam while the bus lurches its way along the road (Er... I think jam doesnt need marinating though. Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. The bus isnt driving/running/walking/crawling or even inching along, its LURCHING. Which is why I have decided, for the sake of all those on the same bus as me, to put minimal amount of food in my stomach before going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on wed morning I was on this really really full bus n even more ppl were trying to squeeze on. The bus uncle was trying to get everyone to move in abit when this woman went "Uncle, ask the hwachong ppl move in" in this irritating as-if-im-the-queen tone. N the uncle really screamed "HWACHONG PPL MOVE IN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like #$@&amp;amp;*?#!!!!! This is discrimination ok!!!!! At least 3/4 of the bus contains non-hc ppl lor! N fyi, she's the one who was taking up 2 ppl's worth of spaces. Grrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday afternoon I was on the bus home and I was flipping through the yearbook. But I forgot I cant do anything other than stone on the bus or else I'll feel like puking, which was what happended. I must have been really very lucky that day cos this poly guy came n stood next to me n he had this really strong HORRIBLE perfume smell. N I spent the rest of my bus ride trying not to puke on Mr Perfume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-666895434031826579?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/666895434031826579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=666895434031826579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/666895434031826579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/666895434031826579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-shall-talk-about-buses.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6684208396662553605</id><published>2009-01-26T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:52:04.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CNY!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Woke up at 10am today (my record!) Dun need to go 拜年 since there's no one to  拜 anyway. Done all my 拜年ing on the phone at 12am. Haha. But that also means I got no hongbaos =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue my slacking =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6684208396662553605?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6684208396662553605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6684208396662553605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6684208396662553605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6684208396662553605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2512134091714020920</id><published>2009-01-24T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:45:12.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;23 jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY celebration =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped morning assembly to prepare for performance. Haha! So privileged. But the performance was really quite BLEARGH. Our 抒情变奏曲 sounded more like accelerating 变奏曲. Which was really quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back mph to play cards! But something scary happened! ='( Hahaha! Den went to help 6P with our stall. We sold all our popcorn chicken n earned $90+! YAY!! Dun need to pay class fund for a long time liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to  捞鱼生 for the 1st (n probably last) time in HC! It was quite fun! Within 3 secs all the 鱼生 was gone from the plate n ended up in all kinds of places. Mostly the table n the floor but debbie got fish in her hair n I got alot of wierd stuff on my arm! N the sauce made my arm super sticky, so renice put a piece of fish on my arm so I 粘粘有鱼! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CNY celebration went J8 with liyi to buy birthday present for my sis. Felt random so I bought a water bottle for myself as well! Den we went to arcade! Spent half of our money in front of that-machine-with-alot-of-colouful-buttons. Felt very 爽 smashing away! Den spent the other half of our money at the drums thingy. I realised my percussion skills really quite lousy. Luckily 魏老师 didnt put me in percussion after my gz audition. He must have forseen how bad I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking out of the arcade when I realised my water bottle's gone! Liyi had to go meet her friend at AMK so I went back to the arcade myself to find. But its nowhere to be seen =(( Its ok though! I got my new water bottle!! Haha. 旧的不去新的不来! Even though in this case the 新的 came 1st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited hours for 156 to come =( N then there was this bus 88 tat zoomed by merrily 4 times while I was sadly waiting for my 156. Yeah I know seeing 8 number 8s is super auspicious especially if its red in colour (SBS bus) but still..... if u r waiting for a bus tats not 88 den it just means u r really unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. A tip for everyone going to 拜年! Whatever you do, dont wish anyone 财源滚滚!! Cos its a very sensitive topic now! N its really quite sad if after you 裁员 ur boss still ask u to  滚滚&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2512134091714020920?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2512134091714020920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2512134091714020920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2512134091714020920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2512134091714020920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/23-jan-cny-celebration-skipped-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6293449528382038477</id><published>2009-01-22T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:36:44.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 things I hate about school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting a heart attack every morning when my alarm clocks rings&lt;br /&gt;2. Traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying not to fall asleep during lectures/tutorials despite the lullaby effect of the teachers' voice&lt;br /&gt;4. Clogged canteens&lt;br /&gt;5. Canteen food&lt;br /&gt;6. Canteen food prices (inflation!!!)&lt;br /&gt;7. The smell of j1 guys waiting outside the LT area =(&lt;br /&gt;8. Stoning at the class bench waiting for cca to start. It gives me a headache!&lt;br /&gt;9. Traffic jam and crowded buses after cca&lt;br /&gt;10. NOT ENOUGH SLEEEEEEP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... should neutralise the negative thoughts with some positive ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things I like about school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thursdays, when we end school at 1pm&lt;br /&gt;2. The last bell on Fridays&lt;br /&gt;3. The time it snowed in the classroom before our GP essay test! Haha! Can still remember how the little crystals of ice were floating above Derrick's head&lt;br /&gt;4. Our new GP tutor! (I like Ms Ng too!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Er.....&lt;br /&gt;6. Mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;7. Uh.....&lt;br /&gt;8. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;9. Ah.....&lt;br /&gt;10. I really can't think of anything else =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6293449528382038477?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6293449528382038477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6293449528382038477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6293449528382038477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6293449528382038477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-things-i-hate-about-school-1.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5541632250254806688</id><published>2009-01-11T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:44:01.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to change my blogskin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I very 舍不得 my lamb blogskin.... but today the picture of the lamb disappeared! So i think its time to change to a new one =) I've been using the lamb one for 2+ years alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one's quite cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5541632250254806688?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5541632250254806688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5541632250254806688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5541632250254806688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5541632250254806688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-decided-to-change-my-blogskin-even.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6579921713230220154</id><published>2009-01-11T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:12:07.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School start tmr!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been diagnosed with homework-panic-disorder (stage 4). You know, the stage where you start scrreaming ur head off at the sight of any hw. Im currently trying to cure it with a dose of self-denial: I'VE FINISHED ALL MY HW!!! But thats not working cos (obviously) it has never happened before and I know its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. How come the more work I have, the more slack I become???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amount of work is inversely proportional to amount of time spent slacking!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6579921713230220154?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6579921713230220154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6579921713230220154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6579921713230220154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6579921713230220154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-start-tmr-ive-just-been.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1485575873035420053</id><published>2009-01-09T11:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:34:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I know I just said yesterday I wont be blogging recently but if I take one more look at my issues and ideas I'll just 发疯. So I shall take a break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw pam has been badgering me to upload my pics so here they are!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 dec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to nygz with pam n yuhui!! Heard their syf songs 打鬼 and 大江东去! I like 打鬼!!!! Pam says it sounds like tribal music o.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Btw, I realised tat pam is a cam whore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbNXvXpcVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XtGJP6rFu6Q/s1600-h/DSC00032%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289140620129562962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbNXvXpcVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XtGJP6rFu6Q/s320/DSC00032%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;低音gz!! I didnt know such a gz existed =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbNYN7BXlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/phHkMkw43iw/s1600-h/DSC00038%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289140628330995282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbNYN7BXlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/phHkMkw43iw/s320/DSC00038%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who's not tall enough to see over the gz!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbNYVg-JYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/2iATcKYT8oQ/s1600-h/DSC00041%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289140630369215874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbNYVg-JYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/2iATcKYT8oQ/s320/DSC00041%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam Yuhui n I carried 3 gz out onto the corridor to play all the songs we've learned last time. But we kept forgetting =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbicfXAhAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0ajQkZXC1T8/s1600-h/DSC00042%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289163791475442690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbicfXAhAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0ajQkZXC1T8/s320/DSC00042%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhui left at around 1. Den pam suddenly went crazy and stopped every junior coming out of m3 and asked them to take "artistic photos" like the one above (I took tat one!! So artistic right!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile we realised we were too hungry so went to serene centre to eat lunch. Den we went to botanic gardens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbRGehW06I/AAAAAAAAAX4/TGi_sXnyYKI/s1600-h/DSC00061%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144721595618210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbRGehW06I/AAAAAAAAAX4/TGi_sXnyYKI/s320/DSC00061%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To look at the swans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbRGq9uNyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1UmbeeszwIk/s1600-h/DSC00058%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144724935816994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbRGq9uNyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1UmbeeszwIk/s320/DSC00058%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the pigeons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat by the lake and stuck our feet into the water for awhile (pam's idea) until we realised our pants are wetter than our feet. So we gave up and went to Macs to do hw!! Haha! That was the first time I touched my hw. Which is probably why Im still emo-ing over it now *looks over at gp and feels guilty*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 dec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crashed juniors' sec 4 farewell party! WHEE!! 想当年when we were sec 4s....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbTvMl9OPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6oRYf6hxdcU/s1600-h/DSC00091%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289147620180965618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbTvMl9OPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6oRYf6hxdcU/s320/DSC00091%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sec 4s'08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbTvrXcMTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zJQyh67SoKc/s1600-h/DSC00092%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289147628441579826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbTvrXcMTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zJQyh67SoKc/s320/DSC00092%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NYGZ!! Without us 老seniors =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbTwbYPm2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/m7F77Cdy7JE/s1600-h/DSC00099%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289147641329851234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbTwbYPm2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/m7F77Cdy7JE/s320/DSC00099%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tong showing off her balloon-pumping skills! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone left at around 8.30 so we didnt have time to play the games tingyi n keyu prepared =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yuhui pam lydia tingyi wenjiao n i stayed until 9 playing taboo and den watched 小娘惹！It was the only episode I ever watched haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our nygz sec 4s'07 gathering with yuhui shuhui liting pam melody!! Went to pam-the-baking-queen's house to bake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up at Bishan mrt at 10am but spent 1 hr in the ntuc trying to get the 3 ingredients pam needs (how efficient)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbVQaIeB-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/6lE4qwGojNY/s1600-h/DSC00120%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289149290262693858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbVQaIeB-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/6lE4qwGojNY/s320/DSC00120%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhui melting the butter n chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbVQm4dPmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zvI1Rgo8yNM/s1600-h/DSC00123%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289149293685194338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbVQm4dPmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zvI1Rgo8yNM/s320/DSC00123%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melted chocolate always looks heavenly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam made us whisk the egg yolks and sugar by hand!! We had to whisk until the yellow egg yolks turn white n fluffy. It took us like 15 mins!! N we had to take turns cos after abt 30 secs our arms will threaten to disengage from the shoulder n drop to the floor. Not to mention pam's whisk must have weighed 10 tons -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbVQ1gliUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kqpMCX0MB8g/s1600-h/DSC00124%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289149297611606338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbVQ1gliUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kqpMCX0MB8g/s320/DSC00124%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tats liting acting macho!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWUHB343I/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VzDlRDvZiU/s1600-h/DSC00125%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150453365859186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWUHB343I/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VzDlRDvZiU/s320/DSC00125%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while the rest of us were slaving our arms off, melody the oh-so-fortunate one got to whisk the egg whites using the electric mixer!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWVARDK-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/90sVQN_RtI0/s1600-h/DSC00128%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150468730334178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWVARDK-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/90sVQN_RtI0/s320/DSC00128%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hardworking bakers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the cake was in the oven, yuhui spotted this magnet on pam's fridge n exclaimed "OMG so cute!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWVumdqJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iTtAGxFIRk8/s1600-h/DSC00136%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150481168181394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWVumdqJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iTtAGxFIRk8/s320/DSC00136%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den we (meaning me, shuhui, yuhui, liting) started debating abt what on earth that thing is supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just when our debate was reaching its climax, the artistic AEP student melody came over and said " It's supposed to be like this la!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWV2fMw9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nTK4K4NJn24/s1600-h/DSC00137%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150483285197778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWV2fMw9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nTK4K4NJn24/s320/DSC00137%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWWIr7-PI/AAAAAAAAAaA/crs41vm8Umc/s1600-h/DSC00139%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150488170461426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbWWIr7-PI/AAAAAAAAAaA/crs41vm8Umc/s320/DSC00139%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tats our cake! Fresh out of the oven!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the cake cooled we topped it with frosting. I was in charge of whipping the cream into, erm... a cream-like state. But I over-whipped &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what it became??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbW0Z_Pa2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Zih9OMi8exw/s1600-h/DSC00140%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289151008210905954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbW0Z_Pa2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Zih9OMi8exw/s320/DSC00140%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUTTER!!! HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbW0mPOCWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4atVANbaeTU/s1600-h/DSC00144%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289151011499149666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbW0mPOCWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4atVANbaeTU/s320/DSC00144%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our finished product (without the cream). YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stuffed ourselves and then watched a scary movie! Ok actually it was just "the bone collector" which was a crime-thriller thingy n it was only rated PG. But we screamed alot anyway! Just for the fun of it. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we ate more cake, played Cluedo n went home!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I started writing this post at 11.30! N now its 2.20! Haha. Ok I took abt 1 hr eating lunch. Hmm... I shall take a nap!! Den when I wake up, I'll consider whether I feel like looking at my issues n ideas or not =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1485575873035420053?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1485575873035420053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1485575873035420053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1485575873035420053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1485575873035420053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-i-know-i-just-said-yesterday-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SWbNXvXpcVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XtGJP6rFu6Q/s72-c/DSC00032%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-3445134443520615005</id><published>2009-01-08T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:10:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry people!! Too busy to post! Im tearing my hair out now trying to finish my hw. I'll try to post when Im less busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe after A levels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-3445134443520615005?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3445134443520615005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=3445134443520615005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3445134443520615005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3445134443520615005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-people-too-busy-to-post-im.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6012215859903216343</id><published>2008-12-23T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:25:30.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!!! Heeheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok actually I was back on sat but was too tired on sun and had cca yesterday so didnt post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But shall be hardworking and post today!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuket is really really beautiful. It's full of really high mountains (so unlike that bukit timah hill behind my house) and white sandy beachy with crystal clear water (so unlike pasir ris beach, or in fact any beach in s'pore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then! Let's start with DAY 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to go to the airport (budget terminal!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKErV7PGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QwBd7HAD0_s/s1600-h/DSC09424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282803807120211042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKErV7PGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QwBd7HAD0_s/s320/DSC09424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being stupid at the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hrs by plane and another hr by taxi we finally arrived at our resort. N our resort is NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKFE1PxWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7QGnRGIAjXw/s1600-h/DSC09445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282803813962466658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKFE1PxWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7QGnRGIAjXw/s320/DSC09445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our room is nice too! N spacious with a large bathroom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKEv6lV3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/oD5I4PJ15X4/s1600-h/DSC09431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282803808347707250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKEv6lV3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/oD5I4PJ15X4/s320/DSC09431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBMqThVc8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/atRioItfvmA/s1600-h/DSC09645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282806652583900098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBMqThVc8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/atRioItfvmA/s320/DSC09645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ancient looking toilet door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBMq5OJeWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bKzrNKvI7eU/s1600-h/DSC09646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282806662703970658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBMq5OJeWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bKzrNKvI7eU/s320/DSC09646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with its ancient looking lock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBMqzfMqQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eC3RbJoF1Zo/s1600-h/DSC09609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282806661164869890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBMqzfMqQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eC3RbJoF1Zo/s320/DSC09609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room with a view!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach that day. Our resort has a little coach that brings guests there and it only takes about 5 mins. WE lived at Kata Beach btw. There are 2 other beaches Karon n Patong which are bigger n noisier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHH!! I LOVE THE BEACH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water is so clear you can see your own feet even if you wade far far into the sea. And the sand was so white and smooth. And each resort has its own piece of the beach where they provide large beach umbrellas and deck chairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh... the sun was so strong you can roast a chicken there. Or a turkey. In fact, you can probably cook a whole five course christmas dinner there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I found out a random fact. The water in Phuket is salty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. The swimming pool water is salty, the tap water is salty and the sea water is, yup, salty (x1000000^100000).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK random...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that concludes the 1st day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went on a tour to Phi Phi island!! Plus a million of other island which I dunno the names of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got picked up from our hotel at 8.30am n went to Chalong Bay where we boarded one of these boats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKFeogwmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/E3XzqpHqM44/s1600-h/DSC09450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282803820888375906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKFeogwmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/E3XzqpHqM44/s320/DSC09450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 50min ride to the 1st island. My dad, sis n I sat in front, n there was only 1 word to describe the ride: BUMPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves were really big and the boat was going so fast it kept flying off the tips of the waves. Oh, since Im a physics student I shld say flying off the crest and landing in the trough. -_____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we had a 50mins roller coaster ride to the 1st island Phi Phi Ley I think it was called. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKF4MoIhI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ELLHplxiEnw/s1600-h/DSC09464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282803827750740498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKF4MoIhI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ELLHplxiEnw/s320/DSC09464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Look at the view!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went snorkeling! It was my first time and I kept sucking in water instead of oxygen. Not to mention if I breathe through my mouth for too long I'll think Im choking n start to gag. But I still got a pretty good view of the fishes and corals. And the fishes were so colourful!! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch and several more bumpy rides we arrived at our last island. And we went snorkeling again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBVzv6fTII/AAAAAAAAAWw/FHd4no_wVXM/s1600-h/DSC09519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282816710429068418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBVzv6fTII/AAAAAAAAAWw/FHd4no_wVXM/s320/DSC09519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom n sis feeding the colourful fishes. Hmm... dont u think my sis looks like an alien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBV0kJnJNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/drScJ4i15o0/s1600-h/DSC09539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282816724451140818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBV0kJnJNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/drScJ4i15o0/s320/DSC09539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The island was very small. It's only slightly bigger than the soccer field with the running track around it. And it was full of these colourful umbrellas which ppl can rent for 150 baht (it's 23 baht to $1) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBV0ZBstvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/I7860DG9n7k/s1600-h/DSC09540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282816721465161458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBV0ZBstvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/I7860DG9n7k/s320/DSC09540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty enough for a postcard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We picked seashells here! It was full of shell of all colours n shapes n sizes. Oh.... how I wish I can bring the whole each back with me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.... So that was our 2nd day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.... Im going to eat lunch. Will post tmr. Or maybe the day after tmr. Hahaha. Anw, I think ppl will fall asleep if I continue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup... to be continued.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6012215859903216343?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6012215859903216343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6012215859903216343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6012215859903216343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6012215859903216343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-heeheee-ok-actually-i-was-back.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SVBKErV7PGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QwBd7HAD0_s/s72-c/DSC09424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-5656997051041159882</id><published>2008-12-15T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:16:49.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM GOING TO PHUKET TMR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!! Ok I promise to post after I come back =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5656997051041159882?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5656997051041159882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5656997051041159882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5656997051041159882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5656997051041159882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-to-phuket-tmr-wheeee-haha-ok-i.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-581911027144519906</id><published>2008-12-12T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:50:55.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is getting non-existent again! Haha! It's been 2 months since I last posted. Wow. Great evidence to show how dilligent I am. =D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw... nothing interesting happened recently. It's the hols (yeah I bet nobody knew that) and the only things I've done so far is to go for cca, stone, and study for SAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I took the SAT last sat -______- I cant really remember anything abt it though, except I was frozen stiff in that acjc badminton hall and that we had to stand around for 1+ hrs to wait for all 500+++ students to finish registering. N that was only the number of students taking SAT in the badminton hall!! There are still loads of other ppl in the MPH n LTs. Goodness, I didn't know everyone loved the SAT so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I met Angela n Weiying at the SAT place! Haha! So qiao. N then we had to endure that 4.5hrs of SAT torture. Seriously, we started the paper at 9am (1whole hour late) and only ended at 1.30pm. With only three 5mins break. So towards the end my brain just turned into this useless mound of frozen slush. Bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Liyi yesterday. Well... we went cos Liyi needs a maroon shirt for the NAC concert on sat. So it's not really shopping. It's more like on-a-mission-to-hunt-for-a-stupid-maroon-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we hunted, till we wanted to murder those people who chose the colour maroon. I mean, PLEASE, who in their right minds will decide on a maroon shirt. There is definitely no demand for it since I dont see any supply. We only found bright red or purple shirts but no maroon. N the only shirt we thought was alright (it was a bit darker than bright red) cost... guess what? $239&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped around from 12 to 3 plus and still went home empty handed (but very sore footed) and came to the conclusion:  WE HATE SHOPPING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-581911027144519906?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/581911027144519906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=581911027144519906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/581911027144519906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/581911027144519906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-blog-is-getting-non-existent-again.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-3404166417182101088</id><published>2008-10-06T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:39:02.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOODNESS SOMETHING HORRIBLY EMBARRASSING JUST HAPPENED TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there's festival of sports today n I spent the entire morning playing volleyball n then the entire afternoon cheering on other teams form my class. N there was still 1.5 hours of CCA so by the time I boarded the bus to go home I was so tired I was sleeping with my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I was standing at that empty area on the bus where alot of people can stand and I was directly behind this seat with a man sitting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Up until now everything was still perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in my zombie-like state, I realised that my finger was not feeling that furry kind of texture that the bus seats usually have (I was on 961, n if you take TIBS buses you'll know how the green coloured seats feel like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. So my brain, which was in the hibernating mode, was wondering "Hmmm... the seat feels wierd." N i was kind of moving my fingers about to feel more of this wierdness. Then my eyes saw the man sitting in front turn around but it didnt register in my brain (cos its hibernating, remember). It was only when my finger poked something hard that I realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD I WAS POKING THE MAN SITTING IN FRONT OF ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N I'VE BEEN FEELING HIS SHIRT ALL ALONG WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS THE SEAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was totally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EMBARRASSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only then that I reallised the man probably turned around to try and see who's that freako who is trying to molest him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok.... forget it forget it forget it forget it forget it forget it forget it forget it forget it forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing NEVER happened ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-3404166417182101088?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3404166417182101088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=3404166417182101088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3404166417182101088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3404166417182101088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-goodness-something-horribly.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1948470656904944885</id><published>2008-09-30T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:23:21.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt; of studying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got loads of physics unread. Its so hard to study physics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its so hard to study for a year's worth of stuff in just 2 days. RARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1948470656904944885?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1948470656904944885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1948470656904944885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1948470656904944885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1948470656904944885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-totally-sick-of-studying-still-got.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1090418623311880638</id><published>2008-09-26T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:32:41.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AARRGGHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I just finished my chem paper this morning and now my right eye is swollen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful right. Look at what exams can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know I have this special talent of always contracting some form of illness before the start of exams but NEVER EVER was I cursed with anything during exams!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRAARRGGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it must have been the century-old data booklet they gave out for us to use. It must have been at least used by 3 generations of HC students. There were so many pencil markings I could hardly make out where my carbon is located on the periodic table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means there are 3 generations worth of germs on that data booklet. Yucks. Imagine what a diversified germ population that must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most unfortunately I had a bad case of itchy-eyes this morning so no doubt I aided in the immigration of some extended germ families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Just what I need. To stare at all the integration and differentiation formulas through this great bulge in my eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1090418623311880638?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1090418623311880638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1090418623311880638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1090418623311880638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1090418623311880638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/aarrgghh-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2005711845094641664</id><published>2008-09-25T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:52:17.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished screwing up my econs and GP promos liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM HAVING CHEM IN 10 HOURS AND 25 MINS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SUPER SCARED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2005711845094641664?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2005711845094641664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2005711845094641664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2005711845094641664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2005711845094641664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/finished-screwing-up-my-econs-and-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-116427933556769361</id><published>2008-07-23T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:26:24.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to donate blood today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee!!!! HAHAHA! So COOL right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first two of my classmates huiming n jasmine were supposed to donate with me. But then huiming's veins are too soft (??? according to the nurse) n then jasmine doesn't have enough iron in her blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I was the only one who managed to get the tube stuck up my arm. Haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see how thick the needle was but apparently it was damn thick cos my arm was bandaged for like 4 hours plus n when I took out the bandage the hole was still super obvious. Like about as thick as a pencil lead. (The mechanical one, not the wooden type!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when I had almost filled up one whole packet of blood, I started feeling giddy and faint and all the stars and spots and whatever started appearing in front of my eyes. so i had to tell the nurse Im dying badly. and when I spoke I sounded far away.... Quite scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to lie down with the lower part of the stretcher-looking chair raised so my legs are higher than my head to aid blood flow or something -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I looked stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i was supposed to lie there for like 10 mins but after 3 mins plus a nurse came oveer n asked me if im ok so i decided to be macho n say im fine n i got up ( the giddiness did subside by a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to the refreshment area to eat n drink the stuff they prepared but after awhile the giddiness came back and i thought i'd faint. N huiming said i gave her a scare cos my face was so pale i looked like a ghost -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sai the ghost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the nurse decided i was better off lying down in that wierd position n wheeled the stretcher-like chair next to the refreshment area n made me lie down on it. And then she wheeled me all around the place, in full view of every single soul, and it was so EMBARRASING!! Cos nobody else looked like they are being wheeled out of some major operation or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to lie in a remote and ulu corner (thank goodness it remote n ulu though) and look as if im waiting for my coffin to arrive. Luckily there were very few donors waiting for their turn or I think i'll scare them all away. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... nevermind!!! At least I managed to donate one packet of blood! N the packet's not small u know! I hope it helps all those patients who need the blood. They will be so honoured to have my blood running in their veins! Woots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-116427933556769361?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116427933556769361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=116427933556769361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/116427933556769361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/116427933556769361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-to-donate-blood-today-wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5351934878533583620</id><published>2008-07-16T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:47:09.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just checked my block test results on ISP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall set my goals now for promos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A for Maths!!&lt;br /&gt;C for physics (this seems impossible)&lt;br /&gt;C for chem (just work a little harder!)&lt;br /&gt;C for econs (must maintain the miracle that took place during blocks)&lt;br /&gt;A for chinese (if i dun i'll jump off the building)&lt;br /&gt;D for GP (i'll just be thankful if i dun slip into the E range)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, can u believe it, i got 42/100 for physics n im still like better than 53% of the cohort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______- this is mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5351934878533583620?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5351934878533583620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5351934878533583620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5351934878533583620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5351934878533583620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-checked-my-block-test-results-on.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6694900571736026519</id><published>2008-07-15T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:03:15.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should take bao's advice n blog more right. Hmmm.... but really very busy last few days lah. Sleep every other day at around midnight trying to finish some impossible econs project/chem project/GP homework (tears hair!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Hahaha. I just remembered something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday (a 风和日丽 de day) I was happily showering before going to school. N unfortunately my shower foam was all used up liao, so I ended up using soap instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know how all the soap companies insist that your skin will become as smooth as silk if you use their soap. But the only thing that ever becomes smooth as silk is the soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N it becomes as slippery as a fish too. Cos just when I was happily holding the soap in my hands, it decided to show off hoe smooth n slippery it was by popping out of my hand with a small "phut!" and sailed through the air in a symmetrical parabolic trajectory (ok maybe not symmetrical n not parabolic cos of air resistance) and landed with soft "ploot!" into the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N I was left standing there in utter shock, not knowing what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't possibly fish the soap out and continue my happy bathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt dare to flush it down either cos I was scared it will clog the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I just left it there and a few hours later my dad flushed it down without even noticing it. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that was friday morning. Yup. Den an hour later bao sent me a sms asking me to go for the NJ guitar concert, which was like, that very night, cos she has a free ticket (mingyi abandoned bao. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went! N took pics with a ffew 414 peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SHycEyQSpkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/P2bYAjYobVY/s1600-h/Image156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223221273866446402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SHycEyQSpkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/P2bYAjYobVY/s320/Image156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot who suggested this pose, where we are supposed to look like we're kissing the air, but I think the NJ girl behind finds it amusing -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SHycspSBdTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_21X9936VMY/s1600-h/Image152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223221958652556594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SHycspSBdTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_21X9936VMY/s320/Image152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got nothing to do with the guitar concert la! It was taken a few weeks ago when I went for sabbaticals. Archery!! Haha!! It was fun! N the pic shows the badly mutilated bulls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SHycs0a7GOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nZ2UIwyLzLU/s1600-h/Image153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223221961642678498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SHycs0a7GOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nZ2UIwyLzLU/s320/Image153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the bows we used! They look small here, but they are actually very long!! Like as long as my guzheng! Haha. Only strong ppl like me can pick it up =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6694900571736026519?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6694900571736026519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6694900571736026519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6694900571736026519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6694900571736026519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-should-take-baos-advice-n-blog-more.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SHycEyQSpkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/P2bYAjYobVY/s72-c/Image156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-4565340448487961152</id><published>2008-06-28T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:21:30.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE TOUCH MY THINGS WITHOUT PERMISSION&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-4565340448487961152?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4565340448487961152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=4565340448487961152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4565340448487961152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4565340448487961152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-it-when-people-touch-my-things.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-4777743264986532033</id><published>2008-06-28T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:59:38.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrible dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible nightmare really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that for every paper in the block test, I only got 1 mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs in horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at about 7am, when I was still half asleep, I realised that it was a dream (or nightmare) but I kept thinking that it was true and I had really gotten 1 mark for every paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started panicking right there in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;(I didnt pee on my bed though. But it was close...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when I was fully awake half an hour later, in the toilet, that I realised that it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I HOPE its impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, my mom n I went to buy a bird cage n food for the little parrot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't seem to like the seed mix the vet recommended. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to feed the seeds to him/her, he/she poo-ed all over my pants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I scolded him/her "stupid bird"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N it bit me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I bet biting is a bird's way to show affection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-4777743264986532033?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4777743264986532033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=4777743264986532033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4777743264986532033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4777743264986532033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/argh-i-had-horrible-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-4834310011678750682</id><published>2008-06-26T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:23:51.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am deeply TRAUMATISED by the block tests of HC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I feel like I've failed every single subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was econs. My econs was never any good but I think I've hit my all time low (if it's possible at all). I felt like I was writing and writing and all that came out was just plain rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then physics. MY GOSH. It wasn't anything like a physics test at all. More like a test for people with IQ of 3000 and has hands that can write at a rate of 100 words/sec (dw/dt=100) The mcq was bad enough but the open-ended questions were simple 1.5Hr of plain torture. the cover page said there will be 4 questions in section a n 1 question in section b so I was like "YAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wrote somemore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after like 1 hr i thought "whew! shld have finished section a alr". And then I looked, AND REALISED I WAS STILL DOING QUESTION 2!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, even worse than running on the treadmill. Even though u dont go anywhere, at least u still can burn off some fats! But all this paper did was to kill my brain cells and give me a U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was as if I didn't study for it. I did!!! (though not particularly hard. But I did spend SOME time mugging!! Think of the opportunity costs!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a little green parrot fell into my garden!! We brought it to the vet n she said the parrot fell into a window or something n now the legs are paralysed. =P But we are giving it medication n it got a wee bit better!! It's REALLY cute. And its very very green n pretty. HEEHEE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-4834310011678750682?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4834310011678750682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=4834310011678750682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4834310011678750682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4834310011678750682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-deeply-traumatised-by-block-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2145321239155845561</id><published>2008-05-20T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:05:24.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister just told me that her classmate had just declared his undying love for her in school today. And then he kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im utterly sppeechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only 8!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2145321239155845561?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2145321239155845561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2145321239155845561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2145321239155845561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2145321239155845561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sister-just-told-me-that-her.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1148347938672260161</id><published>2008-05-19T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:28:36.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMMGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My swollen finger just healed a week ago. Then now my eye is swollen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left eye cannot open at all lor. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N if anyone's wondering whether my eye's swollen cos I smashed it into the toilet wall, it's NOT ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cos I got cursed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to national library to do PW, then while we were trying to search for realted books on the search engine thingy, Renice suddenly noticed someone's butt crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OI look at that woman's butt crack!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like HUH?? What was I supposed to look at??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just looked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N that woman's butt crack was HUGE and OBVIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that Renice was like "Dont look or your eyes will get swollen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have told me earlier mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I woke up this morning I couldnt open my eyes at all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARHH......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't take 1 week to heal also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot step out of the house cos I think I'll traumatise everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs* Im a du2 yan3 long2 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a du yan sai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1148347938672260161?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1148347938672260161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1148347938672260161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1148347938672260161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1148347938672260161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/ommgg-my-swollen-finger-just-healed.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2648315835733005056</id><published>2008-05-09T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:51:41.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My finger's ok le!!! HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I skinned my knee -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year when there's the tennnis module for PE something will happen to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, the 1st tennis lesson, I tripped over my foot and fell down and formed 2 craters on my knees.  The scars are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this year's 1st tennis lesson (which happened to be today), I kind of twisted my foot and ended up half-kneeling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outer layer of skin is half-way scratched off and looks like the white bits of skin around a freshly peeled orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A VERY STRONG URGE TO PEEL EVERYTHING OFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Anyway, tomorrow is 紫韵筝情!!! WHEEE!!! Jiayou juniors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N jiayou for alumni too for chun jie n ai jiang! I shall go prac abit now. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2648315835733005056?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2648315835733005056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2648315835733005056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2648315835733005056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2648315835733005056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-fingers-ok-le-hahaha-but-i-skinned.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1726837254390404539</id><published>2008-05-03T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:29:52.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My index finger on my right hand is swollen!!! ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how it happened.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on thursday night, 1st of May, Labour Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PW group n I were busy labouring over our GPP cos we had to present it to the class the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N so we laboured on till 12.40 am, friday morning. I only went to bed at around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat was the first time I went to bed so late on a school day!!!! I usually sleep at 10.30.... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I know this doesnt really link to my swollen finger ( I didnt get it cos i typed too much on MSN) but its a very important factor causing my poor finger to swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So the next day I was feeling all tired n woozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mentionn there was this swimming test early in the morning. So I was even more tired n woozy after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home I was practically sleep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had some rubbish to throw, so I was at the rubbish bin. opposite the rubbish bin was a small stretch of wall n then the toilet door on the left of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I threw my rubbish I wanted to go toilet. N in my entusiastic attempt to get inside the toilet, I totally forgot that it was the wall behind me and not the door (no doubt due to my wooziness). So my head was travelling at 40km/h towards the wall without knowing it and WHAM! hit it with about 100N of force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my hand naturally reacted by shielding my head so it got kiaped between my head n the wall and suffered 100N of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it naturally reacted cos I didnt know I was heading for the wall until I hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I wasnt feeling tired and woozy anymore. I was in pain and cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, better my finger than my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I went to bed last night it was swollen like a beetroot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better now but I cant bend it too much n it hurts a bit when I play the guzheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARRGGHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1726837254390404539?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1726837254390404539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1726837254390404539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1726837254390404539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1726837254390404539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-index-finger-on-my-right-hand-is.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1299722339877140309</id><published>2008-04-30T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:27:39.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im doing a survey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I change my blogskin????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can tag ur reply in the tagboard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority wins!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1299722339877140309?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1299722339877140309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1299722339877140309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1299722339877140309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1299722339877140309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-doing-survey-should-i-change-my.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1071476349901223032</id><published>2008-04-17T20:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:03:18.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah... really no time to blog these few days. With all the PIs and PIPs and tests, assignments, quizzes blah blah blah, there's no time to do anything else!! And i realised they are all counted in the final grade at the end of the year. *roars and strangles myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this monday was 414 day!! Haha!! Happy (belated) 414 day to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post shall be dedicated to 414!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of writing some mishy mushy words, lets post some photos instead!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-HFZhgZI/AAAAAAAAANA/7gglMj171fk/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191240918159688082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-HFZhgZI/AAAAAAAAANA/7gglMj171fk/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dear (messy) classroom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-HVZhgaI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZQe9NzK95jw/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191240922454655394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-HVZhgaI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZQe9NzK95jw/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close-up shot of our dear piggy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-H1ZhgbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IIIgqjOZMnY/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191240931044590002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-H1ZhgbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IIIgqjOZMnY/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shy monitress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-IFZhgcI/AAAAAAAAANY/inpGIjROtSw/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191240935339557314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-IFZhgcI/AAAAAAAAANY/inpGIjROtSw/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shy SS rep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-IFZhgdI/AAAAAAAAANg/T5jIMGuRBkE/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191240935339557330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-IFZhgdI/AAAAAAAAANg/T5jIMGuRBkE/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also shy physics rep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: 414 are shy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAbVZhgeI/AAAAAAAAANo/xk9qw_175Ws/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191243465075294690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAbVZhgeI/AAAAAAAAANo/xk9qw_175Ws/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardworking, the slack....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAblZhgfI/AAAAAAAAANw/i2_u7NnJ8Cc/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191243469370262002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAblZhgfI/AAAAAAAAANw/i2_u7NnJ8Cc/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....and the sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAblZhggI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tlrhkL3s9iY/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191243469370262018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAblZhggI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tlrhkL3s9iY/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem ahem!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAb1ZhghI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nfPNLxWBLVg/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191243473665229330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAb1ZhghI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nfPNLxWBLVg/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA!! I forgot how and why we started on this but hsiufan, sipei and i ended up making this artistic and aesthetically appealing garden one afternoon. On the left is hisufan trying to finish her overdue hw. Which is wat she was supposed to do in the very first place instead of gardening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAcFZhgiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/a36ixgPDcGc/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191243477960196642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsAcFZhgiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/a36ixgPDcGc/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fish pond we made for our garden! Complete with fishes, rocks (the silver n blue lumps) and caterpillars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to mention, 414 people have very fashionable hairstyles. VERY fashionable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDP1ZhgjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GEL-ODncUaM/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191246566041682482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDP1ZhgjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GEL-ODncUaM/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDP1ZhgkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gEq0p7Kc25M/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191246566041682498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDP1ZhgkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gEq0p7Kc25M/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDP1ZhgjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GEL-ODncUaM/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDQFZhglI/AAAAAAAAAOg/odVPoegtRYw/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191246570336649810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDQFZhglI/AAAAAAAAAOg/odVPoegtRYw/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDQVZhgmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9sdFOAUX0Ao/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191246574631617122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsDQVZhgmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9sdFOAUX0Ao/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: R21 contents below. View at your own risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsEO1ZhgnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pmGvA1UQPsE/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191247648373441138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAsEO1ZhgnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pmGvA1UQPsE/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear i miss the good old days of 414 so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1071476349901223032?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1071476349901223032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1071476349901223032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1071476349901223032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1071476349901223032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/SAr-HFZhgZI/AAAAAAAAANA/7gglMj171fk/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-6281842190482700612</id><published>2008-03-23T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:09:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N 08S6P has a blog le. Pasted the url below. My teachers are so funny. They actually tag on our blog to tell us to do homework. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6281842190482700612?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6281842190482700612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6281842190482700612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6281842190482700612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6281842190482700612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/n-08s6p-has-blog-le.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-4743589636619395166</id><published>2008-03-23T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:06:08.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog's outdated!!!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated for so long le. I'm so sorry for abandoning u blog!!! *bows 90 degrees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still trying to get used to HC. Mighty sucky to change environment suddenly when you've just managed to blend into the 1st one. But Im already starting to blend into HC le, especially after thursday's CIP (where I got to paint a house for the first time =) not to mention myself as well), feels much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinks the morning assembly is interesting. Very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we line up, the flag poles are actually behind us, so the commander will shout something and we'll all turn to face to flags. People standing in the middle can see the flags clearly but classes assigned to stand at the two sides (example: me) will get blocked by one of the two staircases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'd all be singing the national anthem to the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some classes are worse, the people standing at the very end will turn to face the trees and bushes growing behind the staircase. So they'll be singing to the flowers and branches. I mean it, the leaves are threatening to poke them in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY prize giving rhearsal tmr n the real thing on wed. Borrowed the blazer already. So thick and brown! Makes me look more like a sai than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells..... Cant wait to see the O level people again. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-4743589636619395166?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4743589636619395166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=4743589636619395166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4743589636619395166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4743589636619395166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-blogs-outdated-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2909495840344921345</id><published>2008-02-15T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:07:16.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;VALENTINES&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOTAL DEFENSE DAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Got alot of chocolate for V day. Today I ate so many I think I got heart-burn. RARRHH. Can you feel the heat radiating from my burning heart?? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something embarrasing happened yesterday!!! (Yeah I know this is not a very surprising piece of news) Yesterday, my class CT rep gave all the girls one super long-stalked rose each. The stalk was SERIOUSLY VERY LONG!!!! So it was impossible to stuff into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school I had to go for dental so I boarded 174 n sat down. After awhile this ah mah sat down beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time I had no idea how to place that stalky rose. It's dying sadly due to lack of water and the bud is drooping madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to place it horizontally so the bud can rest on my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I an1 dun4 hao3 my rose, I noticed the ah mah next to me was squirming alot in her seat. So I was thinking "Hmmmm..... I think she got an itch on her butt or something." So i turned to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that the stalk of the rose was poking into her (not very flat) tummy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked I quickly jerked the rose away and the poor thing got slammed onto the bus wall. And it looked even more wilted after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the ah mah got off quickly a few stops after that. I think she's too traumatized by my dying rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rose withered and died before I could reach home. Poor thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2909495840344921345?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2909495840344921345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2909495840344921345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2909495840344921345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2909495840344921345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-belated-valentines-and-total.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2528836785348575443</id><published>2008-02-08T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:37:36.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(aka eat until you puke days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have been eating so much these few days! I feel like a big fat turkey stuffed constantly to the brim. Wednesday was tuan yuan fan. Then yesterday we had guests coming over so each meal was like man3 han4 quan2 xi2, eat until you feel like you wont ever want to even think about food (but you end up stuffing yourself silly anyway at the very next meal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all the guests have come and gone, I predict I'll be eating leftovers for the rest of the chinese new year holidays. It's the same every year la, before chinese new year our fridge will be so packed you cant even squeeze another chicken feather in. And after chinese new the fridge will still be packed but by then the chicken would most likely be already fried/boiled/bbq-ed/roasted/microwaved/pan-fried/stir-fried and goodness-knows-what-fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude:&lt;br /&gt;New year goodies + new year food = new layers of fats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disgusting. And one important thing I learnt during this festive season is that the human's brilliant stomach is extremely elastic and can stretch to 10 times its original size. Eeeeww.... I rather have a plastic stomach then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2528836785348575443?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2528836785348575443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2528836785348575443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2528836785348575443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2528836785348575443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-aka-eat-until.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-3046694529113072991</id><published>2008-02-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:03:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CIP at Sentosa today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's some surf and sweat thingy organized by NTU and 07S05 + 08S05 decided to volunteer our services. MUAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actual cip is on sunday but we all met up on saturday at 6.30 at jurong point to have dinner. Jurong point is seriously super crowded la!!!! Like everyone chi1 bao3 fan4 then pretend to be ban4-ing nian2 huo4. Almost squeezed us to death. But we managed to find seats at KFC!!! Haha. (Which is also where we ate our lunch during The Quest on our 4th day of orientation!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WpWrOjecI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VpgnGXElLYY/s1600-h/CIMG6205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162718754876127682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WpWrOjecI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VpgnGXElLYY/s320/CIMG6205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unglam photo of Yiying (right) eating. Yenpeng-the-super-chomper has already finished her whole meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WsQ7OjedI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Vd5rkhlZdrI/s1600-h/CIMG6206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162721954626763218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WsQ7OjedI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Vd5rkhlZdrI/s320/CIMG6206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. Fine. Unglam photo of me eating. *Digs a hole and hides head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WsVrOjefI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8QX8IhQPk1s/s1600-h/CIMG6208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162722036231141874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WsVrOjefI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8QX8IhQPk1s/s320/CIMG6208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Eunice the laughing queen trying to look constipated (and being quite successful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WsRbOjeeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8SFVBiRa5qE/s1600-h/CIMG6207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162721963216697826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WsRbOjeeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8SFVBiRa5qE/s320/CIMG6207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We passionately declare our love for 08S05!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after dinner we went arcade. Got quite sian after a while so we went toilet. When we came back we passed this shop selling cute/wierd hairbands so we started taking dumb photos with the hairbands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WuzrOjehI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fJpOGdsfdKE/s1600-h/CIMG6213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162724750650472978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WuzrOjehI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fJpOGdsfdKE/s320/CIMG6213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I look like a rabbit?? *looks around hopefully*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6Wu1rOjeiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FziL8PAQsk8/s1600-h/CIMG6214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162724785010211362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6Wu1rOjeiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FziL8PAQsk8/s320/CIMG6214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yenpeng looks very rabbitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6Wu2rOjejI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ony-SkKCdic/s1600-h/CIMG6217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162724802190080562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6Wu2rOjejI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ony-SkKCdic/s320/CIMG6217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A confused looking princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway at 9+ we set off for NTU. took a double-decker bus and irritated everyone on the bus with all our noise pollution. Tried to tou1 pai1 people. This is the end result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WyarOjekI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xeLES-dfHY8/s1600-h/CIMG6230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162728719200254530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WyarOjekI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xeLES-dfHY8/s320/CIMG6230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Guess whose mouth is this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at NTU's dark and scary grand stand at around 10. There were still a few mad people jogging lor. Valerie and Ziquan seem extremely interested in this half-naked man jogging. But I don't dare to take a photo of him. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WybrOjelI/AAAAAAAAALA/WaWjeUhJue8/s1600-h/CIMG6236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162728736380123730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WybrOjelI/AAAAAAAAALA/WaWjeUhJue8/s320/CIMG6236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ziquan blocking everyone else I wanted to include in the photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WycLOjemI/AAAAAAAAALI/2iEdNFxJf-s/s1600-h/CIMG6239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162728744970058338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WycLOjemI/AAAAAAAAALI/2iEdNFxJf-s/s320/CIMG6239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WycLOjemI/AAAAAAAAALI/2iEdNFxJf-s/s1600-h/CIMG6239.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where everyone slept! The sports hall. But 08S05 people are all very high and played poker until like 2+am. There were even people doing math homework *faints with horror*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to wake up at 3.45am so I only got like 1 hr of sleep. The next morning everyone looked extra stone. Like statues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we had to change into this super disgusting, super bao4 lu4 singlet the organizers made us wear. Due to some dunno what error, there were not enough size S so I had to take a M. AND IT WAS SUPER GIGANTIC!!! The arm hole was like below my chest can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6Wyc7OjenI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a03kf6Sd2_s/s1600-h/CIMG6241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162728757854960242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6Wyc7OjenI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a03kf6Sd2_s/s320/CIMG6241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6Wyc7OjenI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a03kf6Sd2_s/s1600-h/CIMG6241.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huiming emo-ing over the singlet (it doesn't look too bad here though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got transported over to Sentosa at 5am on this bus that smelt like leather and kept playing ulu old songs with R21 MVs. When we reached Sentosa it was still super dark so I couldn't take any photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6W4gbOjepI/AAAAAAAAALg/sPxGt2WLl6E/s1600-h/CIMG6249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162735415054269074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6W4gbOjepI/AAAAAAAAALg/sPxGt2WLl6E/s320/CIMG6249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event started at around 7.30am. Our class got split up and Valerie and I were suppposed to be at the registration booth. Our job was to write the participant's tag number on their left arms. With permanent markers. HAHAHA. And the IC said it must be BIG and &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;. So we spent the whole of the morning vandalizing people's arms. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after lunch the thing got sian-er and sian-er. So to make things more exciting, the heavens decided to give us a nice little tian1 zai1 to make us happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't imagine how STRONG the wind was. Just look at the photo below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6W4g7OjeqI/AAAAAAAAALo/w9l_7ire_JM/s1600-h/CIMG6257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162735423644203682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6W4g7OjeqI/AAAAAAAAALo/w9l_7ire_JM/s320/CIMG6257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought there was going to be a hurricane lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6W4hbOjerI/AAAAAAAAALw/SMB6Tkke5Ug/s1600-h/CIMG6255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162735432234138290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6W4hbOjerI/AAAAAAAAALw/SMB6Tkke5Ug/s320/CIMG6255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind was so strong all the rain got blown into our tent. So all we could do was to make a sleeping bag wall and hide behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind and rain continued for like 1 hour plus. It was freezing cold even after the rain subsided. It felt like winter lah!! Maybe a few degrees lower will start snowing already. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the event was cancelled and all the cip helpers (which is us) got ferried back by lorries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6W4iLOjesI/AAAAAAAAAL4/55e61l55OZ8/s1600-h/CIMG6258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162735445119040194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6W4iLOjesI/AAAAAAAAAL4/55e61l55OZ8/s320/CIMG6258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LORRIES!! HAHA!! My first time taking a lorry. I was so cold and wet and pathetic I felt like some nan4 min2 being evacuated to safer grounds. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for worrying I'll suffer from sunburn lah. I almost froze to death instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-3046694529113072991?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3046694529113072991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=3046694529113072991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3046694529113072991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3046694529113072991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/cip-at-sentosa-today-its-some-surf-and.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/R6WpWrOjecI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VpgnGXElLYY/s72-c/CIMG6205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-336033337219569780</id><published>2008-01-16T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:27:07.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 11.09 on a wednesday morning so you might be wondering why I'm blogging instead of listening intently (or at least trying to) to some boring lecture in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason: BECAUSE I AM SICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever and a very bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually better now. Last night, my sore throat was so bad it hurt even when I yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got any idea why I got sick but my sore throat was already developing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I sneaked out of school yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I ponned school lor. But it cant be really considered as ponning cos I had only 1 lecture that day and it ended at 10am. We are not allowed to go out of school until 1pm so we were all super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw this big group of J1s planning to sneak out of school too so we decided to folloow them and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is this small gate beside a rubbish dump that is open and everybody just went out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite risky cos the rubbish dump was just beside the main gate with the guard. Either the guard was extremely blind or he didn't care cos alot of people were streaming out of the gate. Even some seniors also followed us out. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we sneaked out me, valerie and 2 of my classmates went to hc to visit hsiufan and we spent our time there telling jokes cos hsiufan has no lessons and a 5-hours break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I think my fever's coming back. RRAAARRRRGGGHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-336033337219569780?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/336033337219569780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=336033337219569780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/336033337219569780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/336033337219569780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-11.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8552065246590248798</id><published>2008-01-13T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:04:22.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too busy for the past week to post anything. Kept reaching home at 9plus or 10plus or even 11plus for thursday and friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; Got split up into our new classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got rid of shirley and in the same class as valerie. Didn't really play any games though. But had the informal walk-in which is dances performed by different gangs. Quite cool la. But didn't really involve the J1s so got a bit bored after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after orientation I had to go for gz. It's supposed to last till 8 but then laoshi wasn't there so the seniors let us off early at 6.45pm. I was still thinking wah so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that it was going to be the earliest time I'll reach home that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Station games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really be considered as fun but it was ok. Much better than sitting in the hall anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 5.30 KK and I went to the hall to watch cheryl mingyi francine and shirley go for western dance auditions. Stayed in the hall for awhile until the smell drove us out so i followed KK to visit their CO practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat extra-ly at the tan2 bo1 practice classroom next to KK, who was playing pro-ly on the ruan, while I sadly tried to find the notes for "twinkle twinkle little star"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE stayed there for about an hour? I dunno. Anyway by the end of the hour I managed to force out 5 songs on the ruan, which were "twinkle twinkle little star" "mary had a little lamb" "the doe a deer song" "liang3 zhi1 lao3 hu3" and "xiao3 mi4 feng1".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to wtach the auditions but the NY people's audition groups are the last 2 so we had to wait till its 8.05 before they finished. Apparently the side gate closes at 8.15 so we all rushed to the side gate to find that its already closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously thought about climbing over the gate cos the main gate was extremely far. But unlike NY, NJ has barbed wires all over their fence. And when I finally found a hole between the gate and the barbed wires that's big enough for us to climb through. We found alot of red ants climbing all over. Mingyi was so frustrated she said that NJ rear the ants to prevent us from climbing over. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; The quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around newton and then boon lay trying to find and complete all the stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newton part was quite boring cos everyone was still half asleep and we were so slow we only finished 3 out of 6 stations. But after lunch at boon lay, we all seemed to wake up and started running everywhere and completed all 6 stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! OG5 ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then went back to school and tried not to fall asleep whil waiting for other OGs to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for gz again and stayed till 8 plus and side gate was closed again. RARH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had intra-house captains ball competition and OG5 won first!! WHEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was inter-house dance competition and tyraz won 1st for "till the dawn" and 2nd for "you cant stop the beat" HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had house outing at terra cafe in vivocity and our house name is terra and the cafe is named after us!!! The cafe is actually quite small and everybody had to squeeze their eyeballs out to fit in. Plus the food was not very nice but it was good OG bonding session i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WAR GAMES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually get-hit-by-water-bombs games. There were all together 11000 water bombs and we just kept throwing or get thrown at. There's this guy from my previous OG who emptied an entire bucket of water over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later valerie and I tried to take revenge but he runs super fast! Plus our aiming very lousy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late afternoon we had our tyraz auctioning game!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very fun. Every OG has obtained a certain number of points from all the games and stuff in the last few days and we had to use these points to auction for items. The OGLs won't show us what the items are. They'll only give a short description for the item. Like the description for the first item is "It is brittle". We can ask 3 yes-or-no questions about the items before we start bidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then some of the answers cannot be trusted cos for one item someone asked "is it edible?", the house captain answered yes and it turned out to be a pot of grass. HAHA! Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N OG5 rocked! we used the least points (about 170 points) to bid for the most things. At the end of the game we got 3 big packs of marmee (the "it is brittle" thing), 2 boxes of oreos (the description was "it looks like michael jackson") and two big bottles of coke ( description: "it cost $3.10")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other OGs used like 80 over or 100 over points to bid for a cup of water or a few pieces of green paper or the grass. It was quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night there was supposed to be a campfire but it started raining so the whole thing moved to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJ invited a DJ and the hall looked more like a disco cos the whole hall was dark and there were alot of the disco-looking lights. It was fun despite the heat and the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheers cheers and more cheers. We were supposed to cheer for everything. I got a very sexy voice yesterday but its fading already. Booo... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8552065246590248798?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8552065246590248798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8552065246590248798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8552065246590248798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8552065246590248798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-busy-for-past-week-to-post-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-3950337583378868969</id><published>2008-01-06T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:08:06.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the 3 days of talk-listening is over and next week will be GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good cos my butt wont be able to survive another day of sit-and-stone-till-you-rot talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaked out on friday during the cca carnival to go and visit NY's cca orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS NY SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything from the quadrangle to the bright and airy classrooms where you can climb over if you feel like. I even miss the lessons, Mdm Toh and ST!!!! I cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows how miserable I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I went to get my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the hairdresser I just wanted to trim it shorter and layer a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she washed my hair and started cutting while I skipped happily off to stoning-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when she cut half-way she suddenly went "mutter mutter mutter *points points* mutter mutter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had totally no idea what she was trying to say cos I was still stoning so I said (very politely) "HUH??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hairdresser repeated "mutter mutter cut.... *points points* mutter nice... mutter Ok??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not thick-skinned even to ask her to repeat again so I just said "Orh... OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to her *snip snip snip* and I went back to my stoning-land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next time I looked, I HAVE AQUIRED A FRINGE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a fringe since I was 10 or something when my mom still cuts my hair into mushroom shaped thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents couldn't even recognize me when I came out. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least when the hair-dresser was muttering, she didn't suggest to just put a bowl over my head and cut around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have agreed to practically everything she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*self-consoling session in progress*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-3950337583378868969?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3950337583378868969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=3950337583378868969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3950337583378868969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3950337583378868969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-3-days-of-talk-listening-is.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1443207483436208807</id><published>2008-01-02T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:27:06.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st day of school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up quite early (6!!!!) but only arrived at 7.25 cos of that STUPID IDIOTIC JAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mingyi arrived even later than me and KK was even later so hahaha im punctual =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt really wierd to be on "the other side of the fence" you know. I kind of miss NY. It's called school-sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were cruelly seperated into our OG groups and went to the hall and sat there for the rest of the day till our butts fell, listening to boring talks. Apparently the games doesnt start until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have to learn some orientation dance tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.... just when I thought I had gotten rid of mass dance =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1443207483436208807?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1443207483436208807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1443207483436208807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1443207483436208807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1443207483436208807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-day-of-school-i-woke-up-quite-early.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-321793011622053377</id><published>2007-12-31T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:06:52.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, i vowed to update my blog before school reopen. Otherwise my blog will never live to see the glorious 2008. Sai to the rescue!!! *Does superman pose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... lame... -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Malaysia from 21 to 25 dec!! Wahahaha. Luckily it stopped raining so the place didnt flood. Went to KL only. But it was my first time going there in my dad's car! (my sis actually went there twice more than me. Hmph!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... cant seem to upload any pics.... Boooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th was farewell dinner with juniors! Haha. We ate 600 over dollars buffet and got free performances from the juniors. Wahahaha. I got such cute juniors. And and and.... the sec 4s won the treasure hunt!!! HAHAHAH!!! Tuan2 jie2 jiu4 shi4 li4 liang4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind a bit. In the morning went to pam's house to make watermelon granita (???? How to spell???) It's just watermelon flavoured shaven ice, ignore the cheem cheem name. We made it for the 203 gathering. Pam wrote about all the pain and torture we went through to make the thingy. So if you want to know how we toiled day and night to get the gra-thingy done, go visit pam's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how stupid pam can get. She actually washed her electronic weighing scale! Like, gave it nice warm bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she even used soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's spoiled and she had to get a new one. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 29th was 203 gathering. it was a barbecue! In the afternoon! I was melting k! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant believe we actually got the fire started. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we almost burnt off pur fingers to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made a strawberry cheese cake! Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we had only a bit of sugar left and the sponge cake base needed 50g of sugar. We had no idea how much 50g is and since it was only a wee bit left I just added the whole thing in. Then later I realised that 50g was only less than 1/4 cup and the amount I added in must have been at least 1/2 a cup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I forgot the cheese cake layer also needed sugar -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to shoo my dad out to get sugar (Iwasn't being mean. He was going for a haircut anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sponge cake layer also need 2 tbsp melted butter. So I asked my mom to melt some butter then I can scoop 2 tbsp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after awhile my mom brought out the butter and put it on the table. I was just recovering from the shock over the terrible amount of sugar i added.  Thus I totally forgot about the tbsps and just dumped the whole lot in the batter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was still asking me slowly "Hooow.....muuucchh.....buuuttteeer.....dooo....yooouuu.....neeed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I was sent in shock the second time that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sponge cake turned out ok you know. Well, besides being too sweet and too buttery and extremely extremely fat and will cause you diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole cake turned out to be BEAUTIFUL. I took photos of it but cant seem to upload... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will upload all my truckloads of photos when I find out what the problem is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... let me moan over the end of the hols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booohooohooohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-321793011622053377?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/321793011622053377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=321793011622053377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/321793011622053377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/321793011622053377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok-i-vowed-to-update-my-blog-before.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2739318606400932898</id><published>2007-12-04T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:55:13.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was really quite busy the last few days!! Haha. I went out everyday lor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last post was about friday, when we baked all the 'xiongs'. Then sat I went out with Lynette and Hsiufan to watch a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't alot of movies for us to choose from cos Lynette and Hsiufan had watched a few already. So in the end we settled on 'The Kingdom' even though Hsiufan said that according to the movie reviews, the movie sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started at 4.15 and we had an hour to kill, so we killed it by playing pool at the arcade next to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, we were all damn lan4 at pool! So all we did was the anyhow poke the white ball with the stick and wish with all our might that somehow, a ball would fall into the holes. But I think the white ball must have fell into the hole about a million times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we discovered Lynette's supernatural powers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this ball about 2cm from the hole and it was Lynette's turn to hit but there were a group of super-pro looking guys playing at the table next to us so Lynette was under alot of pressure and she kept screaming "I cannot one! I cannot one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball fell into the hole all by itself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Must be the sound waves produced by Lynette was so powerful it pushed the ball in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were returning the sticks and stuff, I accidentally elbowed one super-pro looking guys butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he turned around with this wierd look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. So embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to watch the movie and it was not really that sucky. But it was the first NC16 movie I watched!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that was sat. On sun I went to help out back stage for the yi4 gu4 ren2 concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert got alot of pros playing solo lor!!! AHHHH..... so impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was the first time the sec 4s were doing backstage work and we were seriously quite scared. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went well, except I konked a guzheng on the ceiling andthe tuner fell out. But luckily that happened backstage after the item. Otherwise I would just have fainted on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we screwed up the flowers presentation (or whatever u call it) part. It was in such a mess I didn't know what I was doing, so Im afraid I cant elaborate. Just imagine the worst and you wont be far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh...... so long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shall do a summary on mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling with Hsiufan, Lynette, Bao and Yuhsuan (er..... dunno how to spell). Bao got lost and had to wander around for about half an hour and got 4 blisters on each foot. Well.... who ask her wear slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, CYCLING KILLS YOUR BUTT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like half an hour into the cycling everyone of us were ow-ing and ouch-ing way. And Bao didn't know how to ride a bike so Hsiufan had to tow her along in that kind of two seaters. (Not the kind with the baby seat k. it the kind that look like 2 bikes fused together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the white sands arcade for awhile, played some games, found the place small, so we decided to go Lynette's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played playstation at Lynette's house. I've never evn touched a play station in my life so er.... obviously I kept dying. I got a deprived childhood *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate beehoon at Lynette's house and watched TV and talked with Lynette's parents until 9++ before going home. Lynette's parents are damn nice. HAHA. And they have a dog called cloud and it look like one. It was very cute!! Not as cute as me though. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2739318606400932898?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2739318606400932898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2739318606400932898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2739318606400932898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2739318606400932898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/was-really-quite-busy-last-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-4091307474109793324</id><published>2007-12-01T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T11:34:01.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SHALL POST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to yuhui's house with pam yesterday. To BAKE!! :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time baking you know!! ANd I didn't burn down the kitchen! So cool right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had to search high and low for all the pots and pans we needed cos pohyu-the-pro doesn't even know her way around her own kitchen -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got all our equipments we started measuring out all the flour and baking powder and sugar and eggs and blah and blah  and blah. And we found out that yuhui's family eats organic lake salt. So healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were baking some kind of brownie mixed with cheesecake. I was in charge of melting the chocolate and butter, pam was mixing the eggs and sugar and yuhui was mixing the cheesecake batter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melting the chocolate was so fun!!! the chocolate goo smelt sooooo nice!! Pam and I had to take turns to stir the choc and mix the eggs + sugar cos beating the eggs made our arms terribly suan1 after a few minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pam was telling yuhui to add an egg in the cheese. So yuhui took an egg and looked at the recipe and said "But it says the egg must be at room temperature!". And the next second there came a CRACK and yuhui was standing there holding a broken egg shell and an extremely runny egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: yuhui is damn bao4 li4!!!!! I read from somewhere that its very hard to smash an egg in your fist. Oh man. Yuhui has supernatural powers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we had to leave the poor unfortunate egg (or whatever that's left of it) on a plate to warm it until room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unfortunate happened again until it was time to pipe the chocolate and cheese batter into the small muffin tins. Piping is SCARY. First you have to pour the chocolate and cheese batter into seperate plastic bags. And then cut a small corner of the bag and pour the batter into the tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhui was pouring the choc and me the cheese. Yuhui's chocolate was more ting1 hua4 and went into the tins safely but the moment pam cut the cheese bag, the cheese came squirting out like a fountain and went everywhere except where it's supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pam had to take over and she gave me the job of swirling the chocolate and the cheese together with a chopstick instead. It was much more fun than  pouring the cheese cos I can make pretty swirly things in the chocolate and cheese and show off my artistic talents. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when disaster struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was innocently and happily swirling one of the brownies when out of the corners of my eyes, I saw a bowl of flour sitting innocently on the table. So I asked innocently, "So what's the flour for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN we realised not-so-innocently that WE FORGOT TO PUT THE FLOUR IN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of the promised brownie and cheesecake mix, we were making a cheesecake and molten chocolate mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well luckily there was still  one third of the chocolate batter left so we added the flour to that batter. But not-so-luckily we ran out of cheese so the last batch of brownies had to go without cheese. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the brownies (or molten chocolate) were ready to go into the oven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were in the oven, the thingies started umm... rising into a dome shape. And ten pam-the-sick had to say they look like boobs. So for the rest of the baking session we ended up calling our dear brownies boobs, except we said it in chinese, so it's xiong1. And you could hear alot of "Hey check on the xiongs" and  "Have they fa1 yu4 finish yet?" or "Are the xiongs ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it looks so sick. I cant believe we actually said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we decided to go blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ARGH it was such an embarrassing experience!!!! I cant believe we were out-witted by our juniors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details, check the nygz blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-4091307474109793324?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4091307474109793324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=4091307474109793324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4091307474109793324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4091307474109793324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-shall-post-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-634940080327235541</id><published>2007-11-19T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:09:01.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee.... abandoned my blog for more than a month already! So sorry so sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;O levels ended  a week ago and that PAE thingy started already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine waking up early in the morning and going to a school that's not NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I won't be too surprised when one morning, I end up looking bleary-eyed at the clock-tower and wonder sleepily why I'm not in hongzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the building I'll miss the most but the people. A few years down the road, when my teachers have retired and juniors graduated and when my classmates stop visiting NY, that familiar feeling will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, NY still feels like home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-634940080327235541?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/634940080327235541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=634940080327235541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/634940080327235541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/634940080327235541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/hee.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6640234032025554911</id><published>2007-10-03T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:56:45.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee.... long time no blog le. I bet my blog missed me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of school is over!!!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!! I'll never have another chance to sit in the 414 classroom and have (boring) lessons again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of sad. Even though the lesson ARE boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the classroom, and the teachers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe Zheng laoshi actually gave all of us a FAIRY WAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, those kind with a shiny star on top and loads of GLITTERY FLUFF. She said it's because our HCL marks were really too lousy and we need some serious wand-waving to pull our marks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of agree you know. Except I've no idea how to work a wand (not to mention an extremely fluffy one) and my fairy god-mother seems to be on holiday. Now come to think of it, I think she had been on a long-term holiday ever since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then during the classroom cleanup, we had a lucky draw! HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky draw prizes include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cactus-in-a-pot (dying) ----- won by the teaspoon, Sipei&lt;br /&gt;One extra set of chem notes ----- won by the ever-mighty kingkong&lt;br /&gt;One complete set of the supposed-to-be-given-to-the-school-for-90th-anniversary-gift-but-we-secretly-kept-them origami Nanyang girls bookmark ----- won by our sleeping beauty, Karen&lt;br /&gt;Pile of crepe and construction paper ----- I think Mingyi got them, but I cant really remember&lt;br /&gt;3 rolls of masking tape, a stack of paper plates and some paper cups (they come in a stack) ----- won by shilly shtupid shucky.......shirley&lt;br /&gt;An abandoned zebra soft toy ----- should be Jiayi, cos I last saw it on her table&lt;br /&gt;A can of lysol and a wooden figurine ----- can't remember, but she must be really lucky&lt;br /&gt;3 bottles of nail polish -----won by magnificent me (the brown bottle), cindrey (red) n shifei (pink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I'll never use it but I want to keep it! I put it in my box full of stuff I'm collecting since my sec 1 days. AHHH!!!! I can't believe I'm GRADUATING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. By the way, I got my report book back today too. But don't make me talk about it. It's too painful to even THINK about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6640234032025554911?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6640234032025554911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6640234032025554911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6640234032025554911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6640234032025554911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2529511445923663380</id><published>2007-08-20T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:22:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 1.16pm on 20 August 2007 and I FEEL LIKE DYING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimpers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have english oral (exam) in about dunno how many hours time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRGGGHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must come and put pretty flowers on my grave k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I'll come haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for life, or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2529511445923663380?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2529511445923663380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2529511445923663380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2529511445923663380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2529511445923663380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/raarrrggghhhh-its-now-1.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6053823234793475003</id><published>2007-08-12T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:45:38.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My maid got sent away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos she stole alot of stuff. So my mom was damn pissed and kicked her out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she even stole our sanitary pads, so u can imagine wat kind things she doesn't steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that we are maid-less, I had taken up my old job as the dishwasher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Saisai brand dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly-efficient dishwashing services 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok. Maybe not 24. But it's definitely 7 and its definitely highly-efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just wash the dishes, I manage to wash my clothes as well, and the floor, and the kitchen counter, and just about anything within a 10 meter radius of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called effective multi-tasking. And environmentally friendly. I manage to save alot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's less than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 WEKKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; till start of prelims!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no oh no oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start revising. SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. I still cant feel the urgency of the situation. And when I cant feel the urge, I cant study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I do TRY. But most of the time I end up staring into space instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to force the urge out of me. I don't want to end up like last time during the mid-years, when I only realised the mid-years are coming 3 days before it actually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STUDY SS!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO FAIL IT AGAIN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6053823234793475003?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6053823234793475003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6053823234793475003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6053823234793475003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6053823234793475003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-maid-got-sent-away-cos-she-stole.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8930936702059969246</id><published>2007-07-29T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:49:38.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaahhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped down already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now no longer treasurer of nygz. It feels so wierd.... like something's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhh.... I miss the gz fund pouch. I miss the blue notebook. I miss the money bag full of money. And I miss the black envelope, bursting with receipts, that still says "Nanyang guzheng ensemble receipts. Tiang Shuhui". HAHA. I never added my name to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when we were still in lower sec, we admired our seniors so much and when they left, we thought: How are we going to survive without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, we became seniors. We organized a concert, we went through SYF and we pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time Shuhui passed me the fund pouch. Remember how I almost screwed up the concert ticketing. Hahaha. We were all so stressed over it and I felt so guilty. But now it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NYGZ!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8930936702059969246?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8930936702059969246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8930936702059969246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8930936702059969246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8930936702059969246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/aaaahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8411115597768623057</id><published>2007-07-22T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T10:27:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few days ago, my dad decided he couldn't stand the slowness of the computer, so he took it away to be re-formatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the computer is back, re-formatted, clear of all the rubbish (and some important stuff too), and about 0.000001 second faster than it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad say it's because the computer's too old (6 years). This is called 'you can't teach an old dog new tricks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more like 'you can't teach an old computer how to not move like a tortoise'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new computer!!!! Or else I'll turn bald, from all the hair-tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who feels like a kind soul can buy me a new computer for my &lt;s&gt;birthday&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;christmas&lt;/s&gt; national day present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my fridge got jealous of all the attention we were giving to the comp, so it decided to go get itself spoilt too. Now the freezer compartment has successfully turned into a melter compartment. And besides being melted, all the food insided turned sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised though. I would feel sour too if you installed a heater in my room and forced me to use it. I might even kill you, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in need of a new fridge as well. Therefore, the very very kind soul can buy me a new comp and throw in a fridge for bonus. Yay!!! I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's stop talking about fridges and comps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to do flag day yesterday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school at about 12 to go eat lunch with gz people. And when Shuhui went to return the key, the GO gave us (shuhui, yuhui, shionyee, liting, me) free McDonald lunch!!! It was actually meant for the DSA people but there were extras so we took it. It wasn't exactly free though, cos we had to go around removing all the dsa signs on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, each packet had a sausage muffin and an apple pie (to keep the doctor away). When we all finished one packet, nobody felt full, so we decided to each eat another packet. But then after I finished my secong sausage muffin I couldn't stuff down the apple pie anymore, so I was forced to put it in my bag and save it for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly forgot the presence of the apple pie. It's really hard to when you feel so bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way home, I was patting my bag in a very un-gentle manner when I suddenly remembered the forgotten pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold! It had magically transformed into apple and pie mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised every time I finished flag day, my feet will hurt and then my knees will ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet when I grow old, all my joints will start torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8411115597768623057?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8411115597768623057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8411115597768623057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8411115597768623057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8411115597768623057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-days-ago-my-dad-decided-he-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-3154998342345963016</id><published>2007-07-08T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T09:06:25.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling down these days......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in the drains and down in the gutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the smelly rats and yucky waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah la yah la. I know what you are thinking. Sai belongs there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just use your imagination for a while can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..... I hate being depressed :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no appetite and I think I'm seeing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously ah. There's something wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-3154998342345963016?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3154998342345963016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=3154998342345963016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3154998342345963016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3154998342345963016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-feeling-down-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-8549193434974402263</id><published>2007-07-02T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:10:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah.... school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day with lots of stinky sweat + dehydrated souls + mosquito bites + drowsiness + buzzing insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the buzzing teachers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That was totally random. Please ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wilting away in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me from my miserable life. Or death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-8549193434974402263?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8549193434974402263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=8549193434974402263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8549193434974402263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/8549193434974402263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5409761870478327792</id><published>2007-06-13T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:25:25.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to 作好人 last saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteered my service for this club rainbow street sales which was organised by SOMEONE's juniors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly the same as flag day except we weren't in uniform. So don't need to pretend we are respected members of society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of the morning walking the whole length of Orchard Road. My tin was only half full by noon. But nevermind. Coz the Someone's tin was only half of half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised doing flag day after noon is even sadder than doing in the morning though there are more people in the afternoon. It's literally 人山人海!! But then the chances of getting dao-ed is like 99.99%. It's utterly depressing. There was this woman who &lt;em&gt;VROOM&lt;/em&gt; swerved away from me like I would eat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Do I look like I eat people??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went home at around 1.30 coz my legs were so sore they couldn't stand it (pun not intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left the Someone to become her ad board. Details on the tagboard. (Hey! It rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, anyone know what to do with avocados?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought some but we dunno how to eat it. So we dumped it into the blender with milk and sugar and lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out as a thick green goo. Like something Shrek will eat for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... I think it will make a very nice snack with yuhui's dog poo rolls. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it tasted ok. It was quite nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time shall ask Pam what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't give me a very complicated recipe on how to bake avocado cheese cake or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5409761870478327792?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5409761870478327792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5409761870478327792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5409761870478327792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5409761870478327792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-to-last-saturday-volunteered-my.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-7505540100242803764</id><published>2007-06-08T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:55:04.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wangxue's Holiday Schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 7.30-8.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone on the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast I will start doing HOMEWORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mom will be teaching my sis and she will 霸占 my chair, therefore I am banished to the computer table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I start doing homework amidst tempting computers and noise pollution (from construction next door, my grandfather's opera downstairs and my sister's torturous screaming or singing, depending on her mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually manage to FINISH some homework!!! HAHA!! So proud of myself. I had never, ever done homework in the first two weeks of holidays since I was born. So must congratulate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't resist the temptation of the sexy computer, so will go online.&lt;br /&gt;(Actually my laptop is damn old and damn slow. But then, if someone can say that Mdm. Toh is sexy, I suppose my laptop can be called sexy too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afternoon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go offline by 2pm to force my sis to sleep with whatever method imaginable. Sometimes the method work so well I fall asleep too. Other times I'll just read and enjoy the aircon :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start reading "Reading and Writing from Literature". My dad borrowed it for me to supposedly improve my english. But since I'm only on the 2nd chapter after about a week of reading, I not sure about the chances of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free time. YAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I can never follow the "7.00-8.00 eat breakfast" type of timetable unless it's the school timetable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was small I'll usually spending 1 whole day of the holidays to plan, write and decorate a very pretty holiday timetable. Then it will end up in the bin 2 days later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have given up on that. Long long time ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-7505540100242803764?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7505540100242803764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=7505540100242803764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7505540100242803764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7505540100242803764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/wangxues-holiday-schedule-morning-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-7412191340582887381</id><published>2007-05-29T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:05:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I"VE GOT BRACES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They're wierd and disgusting)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-7412191340582887381?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7412191340582887381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=7412191340582887381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7412191340582887381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7412191340582887381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-got-braces-theyre-wierd-and.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-384392453978039805</id><published>2007-05-28T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:03:57.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The not-so-holidays holidays have started!!! Honestly, it doesn't feel like holidays at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to wake up 6 something everyday to go to school and have REAALLY INTERESTING lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today got this litter-free thingum. Which I was pretty much forced to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u, it's even more interesting than my physics class. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In case u didn't know, I ALWAYS fall asleep in physics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was only 45 minutes. And after that there were great food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people were so litter-free, they didn't use paper plates and plastic forks. Instead, they made us use the plastic plates and metal forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So environmentally- friendly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mingyi fell in love with the cream puff. She couldn't stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we finished our first helping, we didn't know what to do with the plastic plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we can't throw then in the bin right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mingyi came up with this really SMART idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat another helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bao came over and asked us to eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was already quite bloated. Due to the magnificent class banquet in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mingyi's not satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i pei2 her eat a little bit more. Anyway there were so much food and no one's eating them, they're all going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I was SSOOO bloated I couldn't walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't eat dinner. *ku3 xiao4*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-384392453978039805?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/384392453978039805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=384392453978039805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/384392453978039805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/384392453978039805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-so-holidays-holidays-have-started.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6610053356735728550</id><published>2007-05-27T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:36:53.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am just an air particle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be much easier then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6610053356735728550?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6610053356735728550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6610053356735728550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6610053356735728550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6610053356735728550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5735127371161716490</id><published>2007-05-17T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:08:47.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MID-YEARS ARE OVER!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But script-checking has started, which is much much worse than exams :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my chinese and a maths paper today T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My A maths DEPROVED!!!! *sobs* And I bet $100 my dad will say: "So low?!" when I tell him. *strangles myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to fail english tomorrow. I know it. *continues strangling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall tell everyone about my trip to the dentist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get braces.... because my mom say my teeth are too disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like: “看我的牙齿又整齐又漂亮。 看你的，那么丑。缝大的可以再塞两颗牙进去。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be like: “还不都是你基因的错！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Even those school dentists asked me to get braces... since sec 1. So... I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my first appointment this week. I don't really like dentists. They give me the creeps when they lower the chair and on the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really scary happened though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I took X-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays are cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's this X-ray where they stick 2 thingies into your EARS. OH MY GOSH. SO TICKLISH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore the nurse told me to stay still and don't move and she on-ed the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking: If the thingies start doing wierd stuff like rotating and digging into my ears I'm definitely going to do much more than moving. Something along the lines of screaming and jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dentist had to make a mould of my teeth with special green plasticine in a metal holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist stuck those metals thing with the plasticine into my mouth and had to hold it there for 30 sec! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my mouth wide open with those metal things sticking out and two of the dentists fingers in my mouth. We must have looked stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was salivating and was thinking "Argh! Take these OUT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had this strange urge to chomp down on the dentist's fingers. He must have read my mind. Cos he took his fingers away. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he was doing the top half of my mouth, the metal was cutting into my gums, so I was like, "Arrgghmph... uurrm...arrgh" *points*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5735127371161716490?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5735127371161716490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5735127371161716490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5735127371161716490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5735127371161716490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/mid-years-are-over-but-script-checking.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-7062521393015304483</id><published>2007-04-30T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:53:31.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Combined sports meet today!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u wat i did during sports meet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the only non-competitors who went are me, bao, cheryl and hsiufan. And hsiufan was a student official called "The Extras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was totally no placard for our class. So we were forced to "just sit somewhere".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the next few hours, our program is:&lt;br /&gt;1) Stand&lt;br /&gt;2) Cheer&lt;br /&gt;3) Sit&lt;br /&gt;4) Repeat step 1, 2 and 3 twenty times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like the teacher's race most!!! NY teachers are crazily fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the sports meet, bao, cheryl and I went to eat lunch. The 174 we took was packed like.... Well, let's just say that sardine cans are very spacious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bao was sitting in front with Karen, who magically popped up. Cheryl and i were squashed to the middle of the bus. Coincidentally, Cherie, Rania and Jiayun were on the bus too, going to buy present for linls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took away my bao3bei4 gz fund!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Cheryl and I kept asking Bao when r we alighting, and she just said "Wait lah, that stop got alot of ppl alight one, when u see me alight, then u alight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. NEVER EVER BELIEVE BAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos in the end only like 5 ppl alighted and i didn't even notice a change in the number of ppl on the bus. As for Bao, I saw her sure enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE BUS STOP WHEN CHERYL AND I WERE STILL STRANDED ON THE BUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bus happily drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i tried pressing the bell to alight at the next stop, the bell refused to work. So I asked Cheryl to press another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there wasn't any other bells nearby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cherie just reached out and pressed the bell that I was pressing just now and it WORKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by that time the bus has already passed the next stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end cheryl and I ended up in a sad, ulu place!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la, it wasn't sad, ulu place, it was Hereen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u  get the the picture right!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-7062521393015304483?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7062521393015304483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=7062521393015304483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7062521393015304483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7062521393015304483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/combined-sports-meet-today1-wahaha-let.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1902379406203509497</id><published>2007-04-25T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:33:30.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!! *screams and jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAPPY!!!!! I LOVE NYGZ!!!!!! NYGZ ROCKS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAPPY I FEEL AS IF MY HEART'S GOING TO INFLAT N IM GOING TO FLOAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe its over. So fast. It's really like a dream... that few minutes on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N the guy reading the results so mean!!!! He was like, "GZ 108, Nanyang Girls High School, *pause* *pause* *pause* GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was squeezing shuhui n melody's hand so hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I think Im going mad. Iwant to laugh and scream and cry at the same time!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the last time im participating in such a big event with NYGZ le. So she bu de. BUT im leaving with no regrets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NYGZ!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im so sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to relive today over and over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1902379406203509497?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1902379406203509497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1902379406203509497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1902379406203509497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1902379406203509497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/gold-with-honours-aarrrrrrrggghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-376512213093202947</id><published>2007-04-22T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:09:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last time I posted was 15 days ago!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's half a month ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Anyway, Im here to practise my recounting skills! About a series of unfortunate events that happened to.... um.... let's just call her 某某某 to protect privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[But i bet everyone will know who she is because 1) she's the only one capable of such dumb acts and, 2) she'd been announcing to everyone in sight about her sad stories.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to give you a bit of background knowledge, everything started on thursday, when 某某某 was having her chi. lit test. We were supposed to do 2 questions out of 3 and me the poor sai was struggling to finish the test with a going-to-drop-liao-hand. And 某某某 was looking very 轻松 beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So idiot right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 黄老师 told us to put down our pens, i only wrote one point for the last part of the second question, so i was very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out there's someone even sadder than i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos 某某某 turned towars me with this shocked+really wierd face and my first thought was, "Oh my gosh. She just did something stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, she asked, "We are supposed to do TWO questions?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly very idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends sad story episode 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day, at 6.07 am, I received this sms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg! I boarded the wrong bus! Eeeee i realised that long later... Then i tried to call my mom, i dialled the wrong no! Omg that person damn pissed.. T.T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she got stranded at some really ulu place. For quite a long time and got dao-ed by 2 empty taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smartest thing was, she took 188 when she's supposed to take 67.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's sad story episode 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the saddest and most traumatising sad story episode 3 happened during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某某某 claimed that she's hungry, so cheryl, 某某某 and I went down to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she, being the greatest ego-er of the century, was talking about how cute she is (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think 老天 was too tired of hearing that, so he decided to shut her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By making her roll down the canteen steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate on how she fell, cos... i'll feel mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by some way or other, she landed face flat on the ground. And hit her chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i just thought it was damn stupid. Cos a lot of people were staring at her and i bet they were secretly laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only later that i saw the blood. I thought she bit herself when she fell or something, and we went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't bite herself though, she cut her chin on the floor and ohmygosh it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent half an hour in the GO cleaning her wound and deciding whether to stitch it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we went to KK hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 托她的福, i got to miss eng and maths, sit in miss teo's new car and watch cartoon network cos i accompanied 某某某 to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we actually went to the children's department o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were cute stickers of pooh and mickey everywhere. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now 某某某 got 4 stitches on her chin and claims that she's 毁容ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 老天's plan of silencing her failed, cos she counldn't stop laughing and talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... the moral of the story is, read every word of your chi lit test twice, never try calling your mom at 6 in the morning and, when those two have already happened, never EVER go to the canteen to buy food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-376512213093202947?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/376512213093202947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=376512213093202947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/376512213093202947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/376512213093202947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-time-i-posted-was-15-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-1971360197972109666</id><published>2007-04-08T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:07:18.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Got this from Mingyi's blog. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;TRY IT!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/206603"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/206603/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-1971360197972109666?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1971360197972109666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=1971360197972109666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1971360197972109666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/1971360197972109666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-4312327033877725244</id><published>2007-04-07T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:24:09.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know why im so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COMPUTER'S DYING ON ME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID! STUPID! THING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-4312327033877725244?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4312327033877725244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=4312327033877725244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4312327033877725244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/4312327033877725244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-why-im-so-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-2657408755993642628</id><published>2007-04-07T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:18:25.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not in the mood to update recently.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda depressed these few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like me to start emo-ing over.... dunno wat things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW? HOW? HOW? HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i suck at differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a depressing post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-2657408755993642628?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2657408755993642628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=2657408755993642628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2657408755993642628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/2657408755993642628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-in-mood-to-update-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5068604232933314253</id><published>2007-03-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:06:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should say that I was extremely.... fortunate to have the pleasure of climbing over the classroom wall today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely fortunate indeed. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Zhengls called me to the staffroom after school to count out ticket stubs and settle all the accounts stuff. So i went.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was happily counting out how many ppl came to the concert (436 not inclusive of commplimentary tickets) and Pam decided to drop in and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought... ok fine. Got helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i finally finished counting EVERYTHING. It was already 4 something and i dragged Pam to go back to class to take my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From some distance away, I saw that the front door of the classroom is closed. I stupidly thought that aiya the back door must be open la. So when Pam tried to suan me, I just told her "If the class is locked I'll just barge into CO and get the keys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to guess right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the door is not locked I certainly wouldn't have climbed anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of what I'd said, I decided barging into CO is not a good idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, they might start throwing their instruments at me. And I certainly wouldn't want to be hit by that big gong thingy (dunno wats it called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally decided to CHALLENGE THE HEIGHTS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I finally managed to get to the top (in a very unglam fashion), I realized that challenging the heights is not very hard, its the challenging the depths that is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COZ I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO GO DOWN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after hsiufan told me how her leg got hui3 rong2-ed by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but in the end i came down of course, with alot of screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great experience!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i think that next time when we do class cleaning, we should consider cleaning the top of the wall too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneezed at least 10 times in a row after i came down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5068604232933314253?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5068604232933314253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5068604232933314253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5068604232933314253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5068604232933314253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-should-say-that-i-was-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-5386062601577651718</id><published>2007-03-26T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:26:59.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM AM 16 TODAY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!!! Haha!!! Feel quite old leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you to Irene the condom, Sars sars the virus, Jiaying the toot, Karene the carrot, and everybody who wished me a happy birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially thank you to 414, Hsiufan and Poots for the cute presents!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphy (or phin phin) is now stitting on my bed waiting for me to hug it, the pig is on my table with my handphone waiting for me to put my wrist on it (haha!) and monkey is on my table too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-5386062601577651718?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5386062601577651718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=5386062601577651718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5386062601577651718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/5386062601577651718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-am-16-today-whee-haha-feel-quite-old.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6176135795581615615</id><published>2007-03-25T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:03:07.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the angel of music visited NYGZ at the Siew Mei Auditorium at 7pm!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.... actually its 7.15. Cos the principal was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NEVERMIND!!!!! COZ WE ROCK!!!!!!! *thunderous applause and lots of cat whistle(or is it wolf whistle? Arghh! heck)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. Last year sec fours all came back to help!!! N the sec fours 2 years ago all came back to watch us!!!!! THE WHOLE BATCH U NOE!!! WHOLE BATCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!! SO GAN DONG!!!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they said they'll come back again 2 years later! WHEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT TIME THEY WILL HAVE SEC 4s'07 TO PEI2 THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a NYGZ tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, that time it will be the sec 2s planning the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Oh mi gao (in lydia's words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was, i found gan jue in chun jie and ai jiang!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF IN EXACTLY 1 MONTH TIME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU EVERYONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM HIGH NOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYGZ LUNCH TMR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps.... that reminds me, i have to order it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6176135795581615615?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6176135795581615615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6176135795581615615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6176135795581615615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6176135795581615615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-angel-of-music-visited-nygz.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-9216632226838119936</id><published>2007-03-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:03:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BACK FROM CAMP!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee! Camp was fun! GRACES camp is the slackest camp in NY!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after 3 years of dying-in-the-sun camp, GRACES was PARADISE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now give a very detailed recount of wat happened. (accompanied by loads of nice pics, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set off early in the morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at Downtown East at about 9 something. We trooped to D'marquee, dumped our bag and sat down at the tables to rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started to take pics!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that Shirley and Hsiufan have this natural flair for unglam photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdWgdsqEI/AAAAAAAAACc/vElQQ8Gb73Q/s1600-h/CIMG5099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040263942978185282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdWgdsqEI/AAAAAAAAACc/vElQQ8Gb73Q/s320/CIMG5099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXAdsqFI/AAAAAAAAACk/SsKOrWA8dMs/s1600-h/CIMG5096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040263951568119890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXAdsqFI/AAAAAAAAACk/SsKOrWA8dMs/s320/CIMG5096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everyone arrived, the teachers announced that there's MORNING TEA FOR US!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so surprised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher (forgot who) was saying: "Some of you probably didn't have breakfast... very hungry now... so we have tea for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking: WAH. Since when they so nice to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually during LSC they'll just starve us so when it comes to lunch or dinner, we are too hungry to not eat the food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thats the tea: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXQdsqGI/AAAAAAAAACs/2oYDUPMmncw/s1600-h/CIMG5107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040263955863087202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXQdsqGI/AAAAAAAAACs/2oYDUPMmncw/s320/CIMG5107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXAdsqFI/AAAAAAAAACk/SsKOrWA8dMs/s1600-h/CIMG5096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXQdsqHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5UBAsMQyt2o/s1600-h/CIMG5108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040263955863087218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXQdsqHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5UBAsMQyt2o/s320/CIMG5108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yingrong enjoying her springroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXgdsqII/AAAAAAAAAC8/z_LS59qrtdU/s1600-h/CIMG5110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040263960158054530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdXgdsqII/AAAAAAAAAC8/z_LS59qrtdU/s320/CIMG5110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valerie enjoying her tea/coffee/milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After tea was make-up session!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teach us how to apply make-up. Like foundation and blusher and mascara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like mascara! So hard! Make my eyes feel weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone look so funny concentrating on curling their eyelashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKeuwdsqJI/AAAAAAAAADE/sYASp3R0AAI/s1600-h/CIMG5116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040265459101640850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKeuwdsqJI/AAAAAAAAADE/sYASp3R0AAI/s320/CIMG5116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKeuwdsqKI/AAAAAAAAADM/MBBU06SIRcc/s1600-h/CIMG5118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040265459101640866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKeuwdsqKI/AAAAAAAAADM/MBBU06SIRcc/s320/CIMG5118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKevAdsqLI/AAAAAAAAADU/06hxtc14WB8/s1600-h/CIMG5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040265463396608178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKevAdsqLI/AAAAAAAAADU/06hxtc14WB8/s320/CIMG5119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKevQdsqMI/AAAAAAAAADc/u9OYbtqJrVw/s1600-h/CIMG5113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040265467691575490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKevQdsqMI/AAAAAAAAADc/u9OYbtqJrVw/s320/CIMG5113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgGwdsqOI/AAAAAAAAADs/HBBgKOs4Z_E/s1600-h/CIMG5130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040266970930129122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgGwdsqOI/AAAAAAAAADs/HBBgKOs4Z_E/s320/CIMG5130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(see any difference?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgIgdsqPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YqbaRNKe8Xg/s1600-h/CIMG5137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040267000994900210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgIgdsqPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YqbaRNKe8Xg/s320/CIMG5137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;414 class photo! WE ROCK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgIwdsqRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jmY11F1EMIE/s1600-h/CIMG5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040267005289867538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgIwdsqRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jmY11F1EMIE/s320/CIMG5140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUNCH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was SOOOOOOOO NICE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially compared to OBS last year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was buffet, and there were ppl serving us drinks!!!! WHEE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was deportment class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teach us how to sit, stand, do a stupid (graceful) half-turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgJAdsqSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/foIR17DZ0lM/s1600-h/CIMG5151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040267009584834850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgJAdsqSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/foIR17DZ0lM/s320/CIMG5151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone in their heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can u guess whose shoes are who's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKicgdsqTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cNRFaXZLCbc/s1600-h/CIMG5153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040269543615539506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKicgdsqTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cNRFaXZLCbc/s320/CIMG5153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to walk and do a half-turn gracefully. The funniest part was watching all the books falling off the heads!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we checked in to our rooms to shower and get ready for the malay dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKidAdsqVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Pp2vM1uMO0g/s1600-h/CIMG5159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040269552205474130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKidAdsqVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Pp2vM1uMO0g/s320/CIMG5159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKgIwdsqQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/P3iIaqtnMQk/s1600-h/CIMG5138.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room. Shared with Sipei, Kingkong and Mingyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MALAY DINNER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;414 wore our very cool James Bond-ish class tee with tie/sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had performers performing for us. Had to host two malay guys at my table. One kept quiet for the whole night and the other was doing all the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKidgdsqXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zP1BkYOsDxs/s1600-h/CIMG5165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040269560795408754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKidgdsqXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zP1BkYOsDxs/s320/CIMG5165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QIYAN PAM AND ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKidQdsqWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wuxgbN-Nuas/s1600-h/CIMG5162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040269556500441442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKidQdsqWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wuxgbN-Nuas/s320/CIMG5162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting James Bond-ish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKjgAdsqaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JdFXa3pnWqw/s1600-h/CIMG5175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040270703256709538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKjgAdsqaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JdFXa3pnWqw/s320/CIMG5175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look cool in sunglasses no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKjggdsqbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qWg0WunjqaA/s1600-h/CIMG5176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040270711846644146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKjggdsqbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qWg0WunjqaA/s320/CIMG5176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valerie looks cool too! And Shirley looks... unglam, as usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKjggdsqcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TwZtdL8MBE0/s1600-h/CIMG5177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040270711846644162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKjggdsqcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TwZtdL8MBE0/s320/CIMG5177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating with our hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKjfwdsqYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RmuBtm78cAU/s1600-h/CIMG5169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040270698961742210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKjfwdsqYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RmuBtm78cAU/s320/CIMG5169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hsiufan being stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKk8wdsqhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FJ9Ggbydvm8/s1600-h/CIMG5180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040272296689576466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKk8wdsqhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FJ9Ggbydvm8/s320/CIMG5180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;414 in our cool class shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKk8wdsqgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_F98YgkW2Tc/s1600-h/CIMG5179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040272296689576450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKk8wdsqgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_F98YgkW2Tc/s320/CIMG5179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teapot for washing hands!! I thought we were going to drink some sort of malay tea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to rooms after dinner. Curfew was at 11. But noone cared. haha! We were playing cards and watching TV  in our room! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roll call was at 11. When Ms Tan and Mrs Chang came knocking on our door, Sipei was so eager to get to the door she stepped on one of the pull-out beds and went on a little skateboarding trip! But due to her high c.g. she fell on her butt with a loud THUMP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mingyi had named the little incident 'Sipei's fall' and it sends her into hysterical laughter everytime she remembers it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that ends Day 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had games in the morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid games like folding airplanes. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won overall 2nd for class games!!!! WHEEE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then afternoon was deportment course for hosting skill and dining etiquette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was seriously quite boring... I don't think anyone wants to hear about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlight of the day is FORMAL DINNER!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat at the same table as Kingkong, Shirley, Sipei, Peixia, Jiachin(is tat how u spell it?), Lynette, someone, someone and Ms Tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKmSAdsqlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5egmE7jPc14/s1600-h/CIMG5194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040273761273424466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKmSAdsqlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5egmE7jPc14/s320/CIMG5194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opps i deleted the pic of the soup. Too lazy to upload again. Anyway i liked the soup even though it was half cold and made me so full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDAdsqnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aUUgizPYucc/s1600-h/CIMG5199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040274603087014514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDAdsqnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aUUgizPYucc/s320/CIMG5199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main course. I ate the least of the main course! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Tan say they serve the same chicken every year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She suspects that the people keep the chicken for a year then serve to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDQdsqoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RBQhKve92gE/s1600-h/CIMG5206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040274607381981826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDQdsqoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RBQhKve92gE/s320/CIMG5206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert! My favourite part of the meal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pics of ppl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone look so different and nice in their gowns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total transformation! POOF! I cant even recognize some ppl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKmRwdsqjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pP8F6y7hO_4/s1600-h/CIMG5187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040273756978457138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKmRwdsqjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pP8F6y7hO_4/s320/CIMG5187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bao n Lisyn, looking very princess-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKmSAdsqkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FpD2Ckxk3m0/s1600-h/CIMG5188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040273761273424450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKmSAdsqkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FpD2Ckxk3m0/s320/CIMG5188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bao, me n cheryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDwdsqrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Whi4-Fdpfas/s1600-h/CIMG5218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040274615971916466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDwdsqrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Whi4-Fdpfas/s320/CIMG5218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri, karen n jamie trying to pull up their drooping dresses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDgdsqqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-6lSvazFRMY/s1600-h/CIMG5208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040274611676949154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDgdsqqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-6lSvazFRMY/s320/CIMG5208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class parade! It was damn cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love walking down the red carpet! Felt like a star! Bling! Bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDgdsqpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wJFv3of_1OA/s1600-h/CIMG5204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040274611676949138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKnDgdsqpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wJFv3of_1OA/s320/CIMG5204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi pai with pam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKomgdsqwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tdjUASBKwck/s1600-h/CIMG5226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040276312483998466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKomgdsqwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tdjUASBKwck/s320/CIMG5226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melakukiki n me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKomQdsqvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_MDadaXsHzI/s1600-h/CIMG5225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040276308189031154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKomQdsqvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_MDadaXsHzI/s320/CIMG5225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demure GZ peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKomAdsqsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WHr8KkpgBNE/s1600-h/CIMG5203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040276303894063810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKomAdsqsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WHr8KkpgBNE/s320/CIMG5203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ningbo'06 ppl! Not everyone was there though. And its supposed to be our Zhao pai 'dang wo men tong zai yi qi' pose but it doesn't look like cos everyone was trying to look demure. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKpsQdsq0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ea0g0WQhTcQ/s1600-h/CIMG5233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040277510779874114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKpsQdsq0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ea0g0WQhTcQ/s320/CIMG5233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203'05 pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKpsAdsqzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KqnpRM4VEFw/s1600-h/CIMG5230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040277506484906802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKpsAdsqzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KqnpRM4VEFw/s320/CIMG5230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;414 class pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKprwdsqyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CWw3_OBWnaE/s1600-h/CIMG5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040277502189939490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKprwdsqyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CWw3_OBWnaE/s320/CIMG5229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hsiufan in a dress!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(laughs hysterically n falls off chair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKprwdsqxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TBfixKD-a38/s1600-h/CIMG5228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040277502189939474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKprwdsqxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TBfixKD-a38/s320/CIMG5228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam and Shirley ( the only glam photo of Shirley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKpsQdsq1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LrPFfl6Lo9o/s1600-h/CIMG5238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040277510779874130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKpsQdsq1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LrPFfl6Lo9o/s320/CIMG5238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Zi pai in the mirror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjAdsq2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j_PjiEutvks/s1600-h/CIMG5241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040278451377711970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjAdsq2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j_PjiEutvks/s320/CIMG5241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 12 am, we got special permission and sneaked into shirley's room to give her a birthday surprise!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised my class is really good at hiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room looked really empty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And shilly shtupid shirley didn't suspect a thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjAdsq3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/GiXJ2aYULxA/s1600-h/CIMG5245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040278451377711986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjAdsq3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/GiXJ2aYULxA/s320/CIMG5245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley getting her present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjQdsq4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/yNCoTOunnVM/s1600-h/CIMG5248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040278455672679298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjQdsq4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/yNCoTOunnVM/s320/CIMG5248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley being happy and touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjgdsq5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PnDAlo1CSfk/s1600-h/CIMG5252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040278459967646610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjgdsq5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PnDAlo1CSfk/s320/CIMG5252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class photo again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole class left after that cause it was way past curfew time and it was hard keeping our volume down. Even Shirley's roommates left, so me, kingkong n hsiufan stayed to pei shirley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An we ended up taking unglam photos of the two unglam queens and one very glam sai! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjgdsq6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xfX9uS5-MJM/s1600-h/CIMG5262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040278459967646626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKqjgdsq6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xfX9uS5-MJM/s320/CIMG5262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKrDAdsq7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/LyLLaoGvjcg/s1600-h/CIMG5263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040279001133525938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKrDAdsq7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/LyLLaoGvjcg/s320/CIMG5263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKrDAdsq8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XM9lXdp0fXQ/s1600-h/CIMG5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040279001133525954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKrDAdsq8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XM9lXdp0fXQ/s320/CIMG5264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKrDQdsq9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1gMtOnw8PCw/s1600-h/CIMG5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040279005428493266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKrDQdsq9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1gMtOnw8PCw/s320/CIMG5265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKrDgdsq-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/_pOGjt7Ettg/s1600-h/CIMG5266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040279009723460578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKrDgdsq-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/_pOGjt7Ettg/s320/CIMG5266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for the second day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the class dances were so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ours very nice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sad the music started jumping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Shirley, Geri n Cindrey for cheorographing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love 414 class dance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love 414!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-9216632226838119936?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9216632226838119936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=9216632226838119936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/9216632226838119936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/9216632226838119936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-camp-whee-camp-was-fun-graces.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/RfKdWgdsqEI/AAAAAAAAACc/vElQQ8Gb73Q/s72-c/CIMG5099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-7452206084314312311</id><published>2007-03-06T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:43:52.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloggie is begging for wang xue to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wang xue has got nothing to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue is going for camp in 11 hours and she hasn't started packing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue is going to have nothing to wear for the next few days if she doesn't start packing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue is too lazy to get off her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue wishes everyone happy camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue hopes no one dies during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue especially hopes that she herself will not die during camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue is getting tired of typing wang xue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue shall post after camp with nice pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue MUST bring cam to camp or wang xue will kill herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue is going to bathe now which is one step closer to packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang xue says bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Wang xue shall not allow POH YU AND HANG LI AND HE ZHEN to call me wang xue anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-7452206084314312311?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7452206084314312311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=7452206084314312311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7452206084314312311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/7452206084314312311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloggie-is-begging-for-wang-xue-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-6296010491270580014</id><published>2007-02-28T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:03:35.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AIYA. Got nothing to post about la. My brain is getting slower as the holiday approaches. You know, brain speed is inversely proportional to days left to holidays. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons are all so BORING these days. OK maybe its because I dont understand anything which leads to stoning in class and then absolutely horrendous marks. *Sighs* Im so going to liu2 ji2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH NO. Then Im going to be a junior to the sec 4s!!! ARGH!!!!!! CANNOT CANNOT. Must start studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewww..... Imagine everyone coming back to NY from JC to visit the poor little junior xueying. *faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it definitely didn't help to know that my dad, the smarty pants, went to university at this age. o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT I GET MORE OF HIS GENES????!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Shall stop ranting. Post some pics!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReV9cxlQM1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ewOrLHC2Yj0/s1600-h/CIMG4910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036569691583165266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReV9cxlQM1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ewOrLHC2Yj0/s320/CIMG4910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo of the 414 class with a very extra hsiufan in the foreground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReV_fRlQM2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/buCoAvcGxBw/s1600-h/CIMG4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036571933556093794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReV_fRlQM2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/buCoAvcGxBw/s320/CIMG4912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valerie eating happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReV_fxlQM3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/V9DeJDl2xVs/s1600-h/CIMG4913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036571942146028402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReV_fxlQM3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/V9DeJDl2xVs/s320/CIMG4913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWDjhlQM5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GzCwaT02NhA/s1600-h/CIMG4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036576404617048978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWDjhlQM5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GzCwaT02NhA/s320/CIMG4929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool-looking NYGZ pres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWDjBlQM4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/mXpX_gzrKMQ/s1600-h/CIMG4931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036576396027114370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWDjBlQM4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/mXpX_gzrKMQ/s320/CIMG4931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly small-headed Bao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWH9RlQM8I/AAAAAAAAABE/d5YzOsuQCmA/s1600-h/CIMG4988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036581245045191618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWH9RlQM8I/AAAAAAAAABE/d5YzOsuQCmA/s320/CIMG4988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prisoner of the broom closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWH9BlQM7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BssJ60RAj1c/s1600-h/CIMG4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036581240750224306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWH9BlQM7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BssJ60RAj1c/s320/CIMG4940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard-working Booty Babes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWKNhlQM9I/AAAAAAAAABM/KMK-fgf5TDQ/s1600-h/CIMG5057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036583723241321426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWKNhlQM9I/AAAAAAAAABM/KMK-fgf5TDQ/s320/CIMG5057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hsiufan's chem practical ws (front)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWKOBlQM-I/AAAAAAAAABU/l_XoqsYNBcg/s1600-h/CIMG5058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036583731831256034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReWKOBlQM-I/AAAAAAAAABU/l_XoqsYNBcg/s320/CIMG5058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hsiufan's chem practical ws (back) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6296010491270580014?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6296010491270580014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6296010491270580014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6296010491270580014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6296010491270580014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/aiya.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CExzCRziWGw/ReV9cxlQM1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ewOrLHC2Yj0/s72-c/CIMG4910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33786360.post-6210006429116839430</id><published>2007-02-18T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T09:33:59.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;初一!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my mom's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;摊子 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to help yesterday. It felt as though it's still the dec hols. I kinda wish school has not reopened yet. Haiz... *nostalgia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I was about to go home in the afternoon, this disgusting man tried to flirt with me!!!! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking up the travellator with 2 baskets of my mom's fresh flower arrangements to bring home and this stalk of orchid fell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no hands to pick it up and just when i was wondering whether just to leave it when a man came and picked up the orchids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was going to return the orchids to me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD, he kept going "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;送给我啊? 送给我啊?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. So  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不要脸&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no hands to take it back and he gave no intentions of helping me stick back the orchids for me. So in the end I just gave it to him. I thought he'd leave me alone lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He go and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;得寸进尺, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kept asking for my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nearly made me puke my lunch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore he was like, raising his eyebrows and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;挤眉弄眼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which nearly made me puke out my breakfast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the... Who does he think he is huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got no&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 资格 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to know my &lt;/span&gt;大名.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I successfully stayed up until 3.30am last night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大长今 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i successful woke up at 7.30am this morning without a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;闹钟&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;厉害&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-6210006429116839430?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6210006429116839430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=6210006429116839430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6210006429116839430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/6210006429116839430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-3596885667759464622</id><published>2007-02-18T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T09:07:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>啦啦啦~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-3596885667759464622?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3596885667759464622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=3596885667759464622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3596885667759464622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/3596885667759464622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-117162978466951980</id><published>2007-02-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:43:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!! 4 school-less days! So happy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated in school today. Hui Chun-ed for the last time! Hui-ed until my legs went numb lor.&lt;br /&gt;And my chun still look so ugly. Then Bao entered it for competition. HAHA. So embarrassing. Oh well, spared me the embarrassment of bringing it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just remembered. My stinky mao bi-s are still rotting away in my bag. Too lazy to take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performances were quite nice. They actually played Chun Jie!!!!! For a bit during the start of the NY Hong Lou Meng thingy. I didn't even realise it's Chun Jie until Pam screamed at me. Haha. I didn't know I am so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUN JIE IS NICE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KAP with kk and mingyi after the celebrations. Met Cassandra and Yu hui there too. And we saw Marilyn Ho too!! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad she can't come back to help us for concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch Chun Jie Lian Huan Wan Hui (CJLHWH)!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's one of the main reasons I like CNY. Hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-117162978466951980?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117162978466951980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=117162978466951980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/117162978466951980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/117162978466951980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-whee-4-school.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-117128368795345040</id><published>2007-02-12T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:34:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok! Today let's talk about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... XIAOQIANGS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Actually I've got nothing to say about xqs. I haven't met one since the fateful day when that idiotic xq visited my pants. So let's change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHINESE NEW YEAR SOON!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if no one knows. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My dad got 4 tickets for some concert at Republic Poly's concert hall. According to my dad, the hall's damn cool. You can be standing anywhere in the hall and speak and everyone can hear you super clearly. I  think people on stage dont even need a mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please go!!!!! I think it's on the fri during our march hols, 6pm. Hmmm...... GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the stupid GRACES camp in like, 3 weeks times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS. SHUCKS. SHUCKS. SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go for the 3-week OBS camp. I'll become as graceful as mammoths after the camp. Honestly. Mammoths with make-up that look like chinese opera singers. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall make Hsiufan dance swan lake during the formal dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-117128368795345040?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117128368795345040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=117128368795345040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/117128368795345040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/117128368795345040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-today-lets-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-117050009004643198</id><published>2007-02-03T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:57:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Liting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One feng he ri li day, Liting ou ran-ly met Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip xiao sa-ly escorted her home but nearly got thrown over the overhead bridge by sai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting was heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Chip just fell into the flower bush. So Chip didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Liting didn't let sai near Chip anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai was heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting and Chip fan shan yue ling, tong gan gong ku-ly overcame all obstacles and finelly reached home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is based on a true story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-117050009004643198?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117050009004643198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=117050009004643198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/117050009004643198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/117050009004643198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/once-upon-time-there-was-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-117015451051586770</id><published>2007-01-30T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:55:10.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got attacked by xiaoqiangs twice today! So traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I was bathing this xiaoqiang suddenly appeared and scared the wits out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I decided to be BRAVE! And kill it. However, the only form of weapons I had was the shower head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sprayed the xiaoqiang with water, giving it a nice shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the xiaoqiang didn't seem to enjoy the shower since it turned onto its back and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I came out of the bathroom I told my dad to go kill it properly. But when my dad got there, it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought that would be the end of my xq-adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after I got home, I was happily changing into my shorts when I looked down AND SAW THAT DISGUSTING ICKY XIAOQIANG ON MY PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fainted like that xiaoqiang in the morning. But I didn't. Instead, the xiaoqiang fainted for the 2nd time that day cause I gave it a nice little flick (ok it was a big fat flick) and sent it flying to the other end of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad just flushed it down the toilet. I'd say its that xiaoqiang's unlucky day. But it's my unlucky day too... :(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-117015451051586770?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117015451051586770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=117015451051586770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/117015451051586770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/117015451051586770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-my-god-i-just-got-attacked-by.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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-33786360.post-116990822423271730</id><published>2007-01-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:30:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/1600/187360/CIMG4524.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 orientation today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't bring my camera!!!! So STUPID!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..... i shall calm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like posting pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are very old pics lo. Taken 1 month ago... during hol gz prac. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/1600/542528/CIMG4521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/320/137089/CIMG4521.jpg" width="217" 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;Our pres and vice-pres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/1600/74298/CIMG4528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/320/367051/CIMG4528.jpg" width="250" 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;Sec 4s!!!! Ok we were still sec 3s when this was taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/1600/284731/CIMG4534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/320/369670/CIMG4534.jpg" width="164" 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;Pammie!! Haha! Her expression so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/1600/894980/CIMG4544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/395/3714/320/408772/CIMG4544.jpg" width="193" 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;Stupid pic of shuhui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33786360-116990822423271730?l=thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116990822423271730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33786360&amp;postID=116990822423271730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/116990822423271730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33786360/posts/default/116990822423271730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenon-existantblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/whee-sec-1-orientation-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>inkbottle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11874714519130864911</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>
