<?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-24393157</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:51:36.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on no matter what</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-116272919716897418</id><published>2006-11-05T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:30:08.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I posted. Haha. I am so gonna post about my class barbeque...super fun !!! LOVE 06!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at orchard mrt station..WHOOPEE...its a HAPPY DAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="564" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/P1010927.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore a polo-t and shorts. Rachel was the latest and when she came all of us were dam shocked. She wore a tube. She looked as if she was going shopping. Haha. While the rest of us were dressed to go for a bbq. Haha. Rachel always dress for the wrong occasion. but never mind, she is still my pretty r-tai.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to far east to eat pizza hut for lunch. It was super funny, cos we tried to like join the tables to get a long long table so that we all could sit together and while shifting halfway one lady said cannot in the end. The staff had to push the tables back. Dam sad can. Wanna sit all together. But never mind la. We sat quite nearby also. We took like dam a lot of pictures, it seemed as if we have never been to pizza hut. It was fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 462px" height="502" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct019.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="500" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct021.jpg" width="584" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 486px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="445" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct016.jpg" width="546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 488px; HEIGHT: 439px" height="527" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct014.jpg" width="617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 659px" height="698" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct010.jpg" width="496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="506" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct005.jpg" width="642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="521" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct001.jpg" width="690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="457" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/P1010939.jpg" width="627" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw this mirror on an escalator. For some reasons, we found it amusing. So we started grouping up and posed for a picture. Come to think about it, it is quite hilarious. Watching a group of people posing in the middle of a shopping mall. But the picture turned out nice in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="654" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct025.jpg" width="435" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we took lots of crazy pics too..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 501px" height="556" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct028.jpg" width="620" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 545px" height="650" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct029.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went taka to buy food for bbq and for US!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;I bought cream puffs. I hearts puffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 494px; HEIGHT: 410px" height="545" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct030.jpg" width="664" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to mrt station we saw this two cute little babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 486px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="446" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/P1010948.jpg" width="621" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we go for bbq...It was ting ting birthday..HEHEHEHE! We gave her a surprise celebration..Just look at her.. SO PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 506px" height="648" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct041.jpg" width="451" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 539px" height="723" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct046.jpg" width="528" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 584px; HEIGHT: 478px" height="591" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct048.jpg" width="708" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 433px" height="497" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/P1010957.jpg" width="653" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 06 did have a great deal of fun. The teachers were having fun too..DUH! We played at the beach, had lots of food. We were also taking a hell lot of pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="425" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/P1010961.jpg" width="576" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="446" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/P1010960.jpg" width="589" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 555px; HEIGHT: 394px" height="459" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/P1010958.jpg" width="622" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="706" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct069.jpg" width="507" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me and ting be extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="661" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct068.jpg" width="443" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the extras are at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 565px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="481" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct073.jpg" width="672" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats miss sarah wong brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 539px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="503" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct072.jpg" width="660" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr WEEEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; HEIGHT: 413px" height="510" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct066.jpg" width="659" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr HEAHssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 404px" height="520" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct065.jpg" width="675" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="472" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct065.jpg" width="567" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 599px" height="672" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct057.jpg" width="507" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 458px; HEIGHT: 598px" height="690" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct055.jpg" width="518" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 596px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="474" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct061.jpg" width="684" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 611px" height="692" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct060.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 504px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="555" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct059.jpg" width="712" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 548px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="555" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct051.jpg" width="707" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 625px" height="694" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct050.jpg" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 379px" height="466" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct040.jpg" width="656" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 503px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="502" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/P1010960.jpg" width="676" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="485" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct070.jpg" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tallies club..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 629px; HEIGHT: 472px" height="530" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/funkygal1391/06classouting27oct074.jpg" width="703" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly..,our group photo..LOVE 06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-116272919716897418?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/116272919716897418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=116272919716897418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/116272919716897418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/116272919716897418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-115676791436737774</id><published>2006-08-28T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T05:25:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(997).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28429%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(347).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28347%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(280).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28280%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(799).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28799%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(594).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28594%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(557).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28557%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28140%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(514).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28514%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Tab%20looks%20drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Tab%20looks%20drunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(556).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28556%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(506).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28506%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TABITHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially for u! All your hidden moments and stuff. Just remember that I will always be there for you when you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best on this special day of yours. Love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVINA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-115676791436737774?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115676791436737774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=115676791436737774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115676791436737774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115676791436737774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-tabitha-this-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-115676502869401752</id><published>2006-08-28T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T04:37:08.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna thank tabby, zhixin, huiting, rachel low, cassandra, jillian, cheok wing, rachel lum for being there when I needed you guys the most. Thank you all for sticking with me and supporting me through my toughest journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to zhixin who cried with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected that this could happen, especially when you were my best friend. I never thought I would ever have to cry for a friend like you but I couldnt help it. I might be wrong at times but that sms sent wrongly to me led me to great disappointment in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-115676502869401752?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115676502869401752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=115676502869401752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115676502869401752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115676502869401752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-wanna-thank-tabby-zhixin.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-115253289286208445</id><published>2006-07-10T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:01:32.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone needs help with surveys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ANYONE!...Please help to complete this online survey k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freeonlinesurveys.com/rendersurvey.asp?sid=udkj9i7n0azc5ea205741"&gt;http://freeonlinesurveys.com/rendersurvey.asp?sid=udkj9i7n0azc5ea205741&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-115253289286208445?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115253289286208445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=115253289286208445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115253289286208445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115253289286208445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone-needs-help-with-surveys.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-115123788224626652</id><published>2006-06-25T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T06:37:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>House visits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda went to visit my cousin and played with him. But he was super engrossed with his gameboy which was so super "pissifying" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(892).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28892%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(893).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28893%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I started taking pictures of myself instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(897).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28897%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(898).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28898%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I went to tab's house. Hehe. Ok..She was bored. I was bored. We were suppose to be doing homework. Surprisingly, WE DID! Haha. But at some points of time we actually fooled around. But only for a short while. I guess it was all right. We still had quite a lot of work done in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(901).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28901%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tabby took pictures of me..1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(902).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28902%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(903).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28903%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(904).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28904%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tabby was talking to her dad over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(907).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28907%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were trying to take picture of ourselves using the timer on my camera phone. Which turned out a bit disastrous at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(908).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28908%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our advertisement. Me for nokia phones and tab for fruitips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(909).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28909%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tab looks like she is digging her nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(910).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28910%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went Bukit Panjang to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(911).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28911%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went bowling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(912).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28912%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(913).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28913%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scores not that bad la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(914).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28914%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(915).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28915%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(917).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28917%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For once..I got higher than tab k? I was so proud of myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going for Bella Figura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(919).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28919%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(921).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28921%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(922).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28922%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got scolded after taking this picture. They said we were not allowed to use our cameras..BUT COME ON! Its during the intermission. Whats so big deal about a small camera phone with only 1 mega pixel when Im actually situated on the fourth floor. Not like there was any performance going on at that time. So IRRITATING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and rach went out on friday. We had so much to talk about. Haha. ANd she was late. But never mind..Still love her so so much.!.!.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(925).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28925%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum brought me to buy a guitar after that. Finally I got a classical guitar. Always had this acoustic one that I hated to use. I bought two S &amp;amp; K tops as well. Super happy. I bot sweets. The one that pops in my mouth. Haha. Fun Fun Fun.! Buying things is just fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH-B-ASS next &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-115123788224626652?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115123788224626652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=115123788224626652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115123788224626652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115123788224626652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/06/house-visits.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-115048051080650035</id><published>2006-06-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:18:34.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This would be an ultra super duper massive post. Haha. Have not posted for like one and a half weeks. Lots have happened and I have got lots to say. Even some unexpected happenings did occur so that means I got lots and lots and lots to say. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to Jurong Point with Charmaine and tab. Hehe. Nothing much to say about the outing cos I didnt get to buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(799).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28799%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Char Tab and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(799).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(800).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28800%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me Char and Tab. Haha. We were just changing postions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to tab's house. We ate like lots of NTUC popcorn. Haha. Yummy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(801).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28801%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats tab's guinea pig. PATCHES..he is so cute. He was chasin after the vegetables la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Jurong point I met Stuart. He passed me some stuff that he bought from China. As gifts for my birthday. LIKE HOW LATE IT IS??? Haha. But anyway. THANKS!!! Loved it lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(803).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28803%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He bought...earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(804).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28804%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(805).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28805%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; adidas jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(806).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28806%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; puma bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(807).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28807%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what tab and charmaine bought for my birthday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday night went to the Singapore Chinese Ochestra concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(812).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was at Singapore Conference Hall. Which was super boring as it was situated at Shenton Way and that meant that there are no other places nearby for shopping except rows and rows of offices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(814).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the Concert Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(815).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28815%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and tab. Dun we look excited. The whole performance was quite good. It was not that boring la. Although it was a Chinese musical but it was nice. Especially the parts where they use the GONG. Aha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the whole of last week, my grandfather was admitted to the hospital because of some leg operation so I was kinda busy going there to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(817).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday went out wit the five freaks..and we went arcade. We played the drums and DDR. Haha. we were simply retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(818).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28818%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(819).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(820).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28820%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(821).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28821%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday I went to Sentosa with Tabitha. We took cable car there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(822).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28822%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(823).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28823%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(824).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28824%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(825).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28825%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(826).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28826%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(827).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28827%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(828).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28828%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(829).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28829%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(830).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28830%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(831).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28831%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(832).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28832%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the images of singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(838).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28838%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(838).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28838%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(839).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28839%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(840).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28840%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(841).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28841%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(842).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28842%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(843).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28843%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As there were nobody there, me and tab actually stood at this spot for more than 10 minutes and refused to walk in. IT was dam scary la. I duno why. Then got a lot of jungle sounds. Then got lion roar. Aiyah, just dam scary la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(844).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28844%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(846).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28846%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(847).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28847%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(852).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28852%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(853).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28853%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(854).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28854%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(855).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28855%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(856).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28856%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(857).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28857%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(858).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28858%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(859).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28859%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(860).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28860%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(861).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28861%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(862).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28862%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(863).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28863%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(865).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28865%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(866).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28866%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(867).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28867%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(868).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28868%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went for the luge ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(869).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28869%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(870).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28870%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(871).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28871%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(872).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28872%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tab is afraid for the skyride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(873).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28873%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(874).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28874%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(875).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28875%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(876).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28876%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dropped my slipper. Lucky the person help me pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(877).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28877%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(878).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28878%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(879).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28879%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there was another concert on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(882).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28882%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went to eat YOSHI.. thats my beef bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(883).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28883%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(884).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28884%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(885).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28885%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The show was at a studio so it was kinda small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(887).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28887%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(890).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28890%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(886).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28886%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(891).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28891%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(889).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28889%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the show was like really nice. It was about war. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something irritating happened again but maybe I shall talk about it when I am more free. For now..Bye &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-115048051080650035?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115048051080650035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=115048051080650035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115048051080650035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/115048051080650035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-would-be-ultra-super-duper.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114975728829715514</id><published>2006-06-08T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T03:39:28.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My holiday is really exciting so far. All the stuff that happens everyday. So fun So fun. I am totally enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;I went tabby's house. Yay! To practice guitar actually. But in the end we were playing with this smiley face ball. Haha. As she was not allowed to play that cos it would be real noisy, we had to make sure that the ball would not drop to the ground and make the "boing" sound. Omg. We were dam tired la. Chasing after the ball the whole time. Using whatever means to make sure it does not fall to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(746).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28746%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was playing at her computer and look at what she did to my hair. It feels like I am back in primary school. This was how my hair was tied until primary 4. Hehe. Actually I look quite ok in this hairstyle still. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(747).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28747%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; French plait. This looks so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went Bukit Panjang Plaza to bowl. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(749).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28749%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our scores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(750).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28750%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(751).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28751%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(752).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28752%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(753).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28753%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(755).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28755%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haish. Headache sia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was this couple. Young couple. About sec 3 sec4 that kinda couple. The girl bowl dam cute. The ball takes about 30 seconds to roll to where the pins are. It was really slow la. After a few tries, it was still so slow that she was so sad and went to hug her darling. Haha. I then hugged Tabby. But she pushed me away. SHE REJECTED ME!. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I went to rebond my fringe. So now it does not curl weirdly anymore. It is nice and straight. All thanks to my mother. She did it for me. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(763).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28763%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I duno why. But I was drinking this mild alcoholic drink with biscuits. Honestly, it tasted really nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday, me and tab worked out at the gym. Super fun la. I duno wat we were doing the whole time. I did not take any pictures so I actually could not remember anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday had guitar and after guitar me and Yanshan decided to go Parkway Parade. We took bus 14. But then, the bus does not go there. We ended up in Tanah Merah. OMG! It was such a long trip. One whole hour and we ended up in this unfamiliar neighbourhood. In the end, we took another bus 31 to Parkway Parade. It was another long journey. It was quite boring at Parkway Parade even though there was the Great Singapore Sale going on. We walked a few rounds and left. Surprisingly, I did not spend money on anything else but a drink. For once!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to my grandmothers and my cousin was there too. So we went out to walk around the neighbourhood. Haha. We ended up at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(765).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28765%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are on a seesaw. It is the see-saw with springs. We play dam rough la. My ass was super painful after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(766).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28766%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(767).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28767%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(768).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28768%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the large block of flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(771).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28771%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the 25th floor and this is what we see. Nice right? I still remember this place. Although the memories are not that clear anymore but I still remember that it was on this balcony that me and chitwei stood. Not talking for the whole hour and just enjoying the scenery. His breath brushing against my cheek. Whatever it is, it was really romantic. But anyway. ITS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(772).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28772%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(775).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28775%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching tv at night. So boring. No more cable. My grandfather took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(778).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28778%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday was camp. Before camp, tab and me went to eat lunch at Serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(779).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28779%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The twenty cent game. Never put money but just pose for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(780).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28780%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My second childhood. Haha. Super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(782).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28782%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whatssup Yanshan! Must be dreaming of me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(783).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28783%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. Currently having the amazing race.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28785%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Saw a snake. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(788).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28788%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At suntec, outside Toy s'rus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(786).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(787).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28787%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Miss Tay on that thing. Haha. But too bad she covered her face. Sigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went shopping on wednesday with my darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(792).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28792%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(791).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28791%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bugis street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(790).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28790%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(789).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28789%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28793%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Far East Toilet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok anyway, I love shopping. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28796%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bought this shorts from Bugis street. Nice right. Its 18 bucks. Quite cheap&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28795%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This clutch from Ice Lemon Tee&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28797%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Heels from Charles and Keith bought by the five freaks for my bday. Thanks a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114975728829715514?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114975728829715514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114975728829715514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114975728829715514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114975728829715514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-holiday-is-really-exciting-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114907004132079336</id><published>2006-05-31T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T03:09:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has finally ended. Yay! But things are getting quite packed up in life. All I want to do is to be a couch potato all through but I got lots I want to achieve from this holiday. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;On that saturday, went to watch x-men. It was nice but not exceptionally nice. It was ok. I liked the special effects and the action part of the movie. It was kind of scary when jean was evil and it was shown that her veins were like popping out. I do not know how to describe it but it is totally freaking me out. And when xavier died. I cried. I do not know why. But it was just sad. And when they destroyed magneto with those needles, I clapped. Haha. Cheok was trying to shut me up when I was clapping. Haha. Me and tab sneaked food into the cinema. We had fried chicken. Yummy! That was so random. But the chicken was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After guitar, we went to mos burger. After that yanshan went home. Anyway. We had strawberries. Yumm Yumm again!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(734).jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28734%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(734).jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yanshan and her iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(735).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28735%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tabby and her coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(736).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28736%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my frozen strawberry. It was super cold. I could not bite into it properly la. &lt;p&gt;Me and tab had lots of fun at this fashion. Just trying out all the clothes and stuff. Haha. It was super fun la. I love going shopping with tab, its simply great. I duno why. We can just laugh our way through everything. It gets even better when both of us enjoys to do the same kind of stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday went to watch poseidon with my parents. It was not bad. It was super kanchiong. It was not bad a show la. I kind of liked it. Before leaving the house, there was this tree that have fallen and totally blocked up the whole road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(741).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28741%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(742).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28742%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then everybody was like standing around and looking at it. I was having my lunch at the coffee shop next to this road. There were people who actually stood there for more than half an hour and I simply wonder what is there to stare about. It is just a fallen tree and no matter how much staring they do, the tree would not stand up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then lastly, had to go grocery shopping. Super boring la. But I managed to buy lots of stuff to replenish my room with tidbits. Hehe. All my favourite kind of stuff. So it was not that bad after all. But it sure was boring. And guess what, chitwei actually called me. He said he wanted to talk to me before he left for China on monday morning. I squeaked. Finally..good riddance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that he has left, it seemed like I have put down a great load off my mind. It feels great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday had to go back to school and we were suppose to play around with those carnivorous snails. They are so cute. They are red in colour. They would have been cuter if they fed on vegetables. I do not want to put my finger into the water one day and find it gone when I take it out. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday went to collect my ic, which looked kind of nice and then went to bugis to shop. I wonder why but yesterday, there were 3 different individuals asking me for directions. One at school and two at dhoby ghaut mrt station. Do I look like a guide? Haha. Or was I exceptionally approachable yesterday. Hehe. But it does not matter anyway. One more thing, I spotted so many sets of lesbians at bugis. It was quite traumatic. But I shall not speak further about it. I spotted some nice puma bags at bugis street and I shall go get it one day. Haha. When I have the money that is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I watched green mile. I cried when john coffey died on the electric chair. I duno why I cried but maybe it was because this entire show depicted the cruelty of mankind. How much evil there is. People destroying the life of innocent kids taking advantage of their love. This show is super long but it keeps me thinking. I just felt sad after the whole show. Another show that I have watched, coach carter. It was super nice as well. Its about the determination of this coach that wants his team to excel both academically and non-academically. Although he was being insulted, he kept on going. It was a nice show. These two shows are great. Whoever who have not watched it should go watch it. Now I feel like sleeping. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114907004132079336?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114907004132079336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114907004132079336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114907004132079336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114907004132079336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/05/school-has-finally-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114847793530529444</id><published>2006-05-24T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T06:30:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had our skit on thursday. I guess it was kinda ok. Thank the twins mum lots, lucky she fetch us or else we would have been late n had to take a taxi. We were super kanchiong la. Practice quite a few times some more.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(670).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28670%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the props we use. Super idiotic la. Haha. Its a tv. And christine had to put her head like what I am doing now. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday we had to prepare for Funtasia. Hehe. And since I had the atm card. I went out with the twins and sam to go buy the presents. So fun. Haha. We bought shoe bags and nike water bottles. So fun. It was like so dam fun especially when using the card. Kinda get addicted to it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;N somehow we started playing with the toys in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(674).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28674%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stupid eugene was trying to shoot me in the head. Haha. HEAD-SHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(675).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28675%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anh killing eugene. But he looked more like he was raping him. Dont they look like they are still in kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(676).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28676%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my god. Eugene is super happy about having a gun pointed straight at his brains. I bet it would become tofu brains if that was a real gun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(677).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28677%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what anh drew on the board and he put it on jocelyn. So that is actually supposedly jocelyns muscular body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(678).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28678%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anh? What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(680).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28680%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eugene in a box? For sale? Anyone? Retarded la. Look like a laughing budha being put into a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(680).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that me and ys went to bloomington at plaza singapura to purchase those badges also used as prizes. Got some really cool badges. Like "if I want to hear from an asshole, I'd fart". "I am a virgin, (this is an old badge)" "I admire gays, they leave more girls for me""Dun be too open minded or your brains might fall out" Then after that me and ys went little india&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(681).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28681%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; INDIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(682).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28682%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LITTLE!  LITTLE-INDIA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went sheng siong, grocery shopping. At first we didnt take a trolley but in the end there were lots we wanted to buy so we got a trolley. Haha. We started dumping sweets, goodies and biscuits into the trolley as if everything was free la. Haha. And we went to do henna. Quite nice le.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that my parents brought me to fish and co. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(683).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28683%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mum enjoying it lots. This is the only place where she enjoys their western cuisines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(685).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28685%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad...trying to be the person in the sunkist commercial. I wonder how he manage to put that slice of lemon in his mouth. Dam sour la. Haha. Then I was laughing like hell.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(686).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28686%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FISH AND CO...Love you lots&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next day was funtasia. The only part that I liked was that zhixin zhimin and mel was coming over. Yay! I seriously missed them lots. But we only had one hour there cos me and yanshan wanted to go for guitar. Haha. Zhimin had to go for training and mel had to go home so it was left we me yanshan and zhixin. Haha. Zhixin went to queue for tickets for the show "over the hedge" while me and yanshan was at guitar. The queue was dam long la. Haha. Poor zhixin but I still love her all the same. Then later we had 50 minutes so we rushed to fish and co to eat. Omg..two days in a row...but still yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(688).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28688%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YAY~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(689).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28689%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(690).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28690%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zhixxie my darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(691).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28691%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(692).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yanshan my sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(692).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28692%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zhixie my sexaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(693).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28693%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yanshan my babaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(694).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28694%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fishy my tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(695).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28695%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zhixxie my blur blobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(696).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28696%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yanshan my prettaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(697).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28697%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and me my happy. Ok I dun make sense..but WHATEVER! Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday had ballet. Then I heard that both diane and daphne broke up with their boyfriends. In just a week. Both broke up with their darlings. So sad. They really considered twins man. Break up also must break up together one. Haha. But nvm la. They will find someone better. Ballet was fun. Laugh a lot. Duno why. Talk a lot of cock. Especially rachel. She was trying to imitate some of the others. Cos their dancing dam weird. Haha. Super funny la. Duno what chopstick dance. I think she seriously exaggerate TOOO much. But its funny. Then later went to suki with my parents and their friend. On this day, chit wei kept calling me. Omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(698).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28698%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to suki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(700).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28700%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(701).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28701%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next day, going to twins house for a movie marathon. The night before actually talked to chit wei upon his request. Then he was making a whole lot of nonsense. I duno whether to believe him or not but sometimes the things he say is super touching but since I have a choice I would rather choose not to believe a single word that he says. Cos obviously it is FALLACIOUS. Then he was super sad but being the MEAN ME. I keep insisting that he got ditched or rejected or something like that. I only stopped when he got super pissed. Haha. OOPS!. I seriously dun understand why he is so persistent this time. Thats not like him. But at the end on wednesday, he said he was going to prove it to me and asked me to give him time. So lets see what he can come up with. He has until 4th of July. His birthday. He wanted me to at least give him a chance, considering it as his birthday present. I bet with him 10 bucks that he wont know what he wants at the end of it, which is on his birthday. Im quite sure about it which was why my bet was super high. And he said ok. With so much confidence. Uh-oh.  But who cares. We will wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(704).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28704%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me on the way to the twins house. The mrt trip was long. And I kinda lost my way and went one big round before reaching kovan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(705).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28705%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheok Wing. KEWL YEAH? My darling sure cool one la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(706).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28706%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(709).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28709%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris and joce playing the da chang jin theme song. It was super nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(709).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(710).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28710%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their house...NICE HOR? Then later we went to play outside. All the inline skates and stuff. Super fun lo. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday got S and T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(716).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28716%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pic of our henna. Nice ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(718).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28718%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went suki again after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(720).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28720%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ate 10 plates in all. POWER SIA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday was sports day. It was quite boring but it was quite funny also. Especially playing balloon with bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(721).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28721%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mass dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(722).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28722%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(723).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114847793530529444?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114847793530529444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114847793530529444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114847793530529444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114847793530529444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-had-our-skit-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114787560045456399</id><published>2006-05-17T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T06:01:38.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monTHE START OF THE TORTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to professor NG PHUI YENG...she states that "the worse part of exam is the preparation stage"&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess she is right. WHAT THE HELL! everybody would say that. Haha. Just kidding. Just stated her statement for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday suppose to study real hard, but in the end mother brought me out for breakfast at CRYSTAL JADE. Yummy! I love the porridge there. Simply delicious. Soft and milky..not really milky la but duno how to call it. ITS JUST NICE LA. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(579).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28579%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the food on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(580).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28580%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad at the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(581).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28581%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum at the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where's ME?&lt;br /&gt;Under the table....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(583).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28583%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Studying sucks..haha..so I started snapping pictures of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(584).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28584%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the pile of notes I am facing. Look at my table. Super small la. I want a study table in my room but my mum says that there is no space. Got computer aircon dressing table bed two wardrobes tv set hi-fi system. All in my room how to fit another study table. But its still really hard to study with one small foldable table. So small and mah fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(588).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28588%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now Im going for dinner at Ghim moh with my parents and their friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next day went for ballet. Bought some stuff and then guess what? we went to crystal jade again. how boring. My mother refuses to eat western cuisine. Me and my dad wants to go western but my mum insists on chinese food. But crystal jade is not that bad la. At least got my xiao long bao. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(589).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28589%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the food to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(590).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28590%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eating. Another satisfied smirk on my face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then later we went to watch mission impossible 3. This is the first time my mum didnt fall asleep in the movie and when I asked her about it. She said it was because it was an action movie and the sound was too loud for her to actually fall asleep. I cant believe her. Actually willing to pay 9.50 just to go in there to sleep. Haha. But my father and me enjoyed the show. I think my mum should have enjoyed it as well la since she was awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(591).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28591%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more mugging pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I duno how these two pictures end up here. But its quite funny so I decided to upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(594).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28594%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dreaming of "THEONE (davina)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(595).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28595%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dreaming of "THEONE (tabitha) Omg! We are in love...muacks tabby. I wouldnt have known what to do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(596).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28596%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to school I saw a "PINK" london cab. Notice that it is PINK. My favourite colour. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(609).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28609%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Can understand? Haha. It was in the 02 classroom whiteboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(611).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28611%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mugging photo again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On thursday I mugged the whole day and was super stressed up so I decided to go visit my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(612).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28612%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This cute babe here is my mum's best friend's daughter. My mum and her mum super close friends la..since primary school or something like that. Haha. She is calista. 13 this year and she is in sports school. One great bowler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(614).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28614%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can u see the spike. Haha. She wanted my dad to gel her hair and spike it. Haha. SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(619).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28619%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where me and ys went to eat long john silvers and study, i think=) Ok. Something happened at long john. There was this two couple. I duno whether they look old or they are just old but I think they just look old la. Anyway they had books spread out in front of them so since they are studying they should be around mid 20s. Cos they dun look under 20. Totally not. But come to think about it. Old people can study too what. But who cares. This is really stupid. The girl put the piece of fish in her mouth and then the guy took it from her in the sense that their lips smacks..haha. Omg..Yanshan was facing them so she was like "LOOK LOOK LOOK!" then I was saying that I could see them through the reflection of the glass. Then later I took out the straw and put in my mouth and say "come yanshan!" and yanshan was like disgusted. Haha. The whole time they doing weird stuff la. But the weird part is that watching people being intimate is nothing but watching them is disgusting. Cos they are not young and not thin and its just not nice to watch la. Haha. Not saying anything. But its really funny. Im sorry if I offended anyone in the process. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then later went with my other half of my life; my family for a steamboat. Haha. I was just sitting there and watching them cook for me. Haha. So oily la. Haha. ME SO LAZYBONES. Haha. Then later went to arcade. My cousin pay. Haha. LOVE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(620).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28620%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(629).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(630).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(631).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28631%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yi wei (she is 22 this year..but still so pretty) and min kai (he is 14 and he already has two ex girlfriend, currently attatched. Haha. To a maplestory person. OMG..I cant believe him man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(633).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(634).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28634%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and him. We practically grew up together until I reach p2 and I stopped staying at my grandmothers. Used to play with him everyday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(635).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28635%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats Yi Wei, her mother and her sister Yi Tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(636).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28636%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Yi Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(638).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28638%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yi Tian and her mum. This is the funny part. After showing her mother this picture, her mother was complaining about her head being slanted which is so super funny and then she was saying things like she should have taken off her glasses and let down her hair so that she would be so much prettier. Haha. Its kinda cute to see adults fuss over their looks. Its just great. It makes them find back their youth. Being all vain and cute again. I wanna be young at heart too...next time when Im old I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(639).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28639%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is her perfect picture. Haha. My cousin is super pretty. Dun u think? A lot of people says I look like her. When I was young, the picture in the bus pass, they would say its her old bus pass when it is RIGHTFULLY mine. Haha. All of my relatives said I look like her when she was young la. But its ok to be like her i guess. I wanna be as successful as her next time as well. A ugrad with a perfect job of quite high pay I think. Haha. Most important she is not stingy. She is not those that splurge as well. She is nice la. Haha. Last time she used to bring me out when I was still young to go out myself. She was the one that brought me out of the house without my parents. It was super fun that time la, like duh..first time out without my parents. Just with my cousin, all the teenage talk and stuff. No parental stuff. Haha..Loving it man. She is 24 now but still so pretty. If she dress a bit more teenage they would just mistake her for a 15 year old. Haha. Whatever it is, I want to grow up to be like her. Independent. Whatever she has achieved is all her own effort. She did not depend on anyone. Admire her a lot. Jia you cousin. You are the best. No matter what happens, you must rmb that you still have a family behind you. !.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/06-09-05_1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok..this is the picture I show my grandmother and told her it was Yi tian and she believed. Haha. Look like her anot? My mother say so alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(640).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28640%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My ah yi, me and yi tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(641).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28641%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my grandparents. I love them super a lot. From young until now, they have been taking care of me and no matter what happens I can go to my grandmother. Even that time I was struggling with chit wei's matter and did not want to tell my parents, she was the one who was there for me and talked to me so that I could let him go more easily. Haha. She was the one who said I was so much smarter and dun need to wait for this kinda guy. Haha. I love her. Thats my grandfather, he always tape record movies for me and even rented the scv machine for me to watch during the holidays at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(642).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28642%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(643).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28643%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We cousins. The age gap a bit big between us but we are still one group of loving cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(644).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28644%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly. ME AND YITIAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114787560045456399?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114787560045456399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114787560045456399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114787560045456399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114787560045456399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/05/monthe-start-of-torture-according-to.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114675086091092914</id><published>2006-05-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T07:03:49.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. This is evidence that tabitha was treating theresa bags with no care at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(546).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28546%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drag! drag! drag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(547).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28547%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheok wing caught the frog and make it faint using chloroform or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(549).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28549%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the frog pinned to the wax board. Sad for u...BUT WE NEED TO DISECT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(550).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28550%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(551).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28551%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the organs being split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(552).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28552%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(553).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28553%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha...The disecting team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(554).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28554%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love our leader cheok wing. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go cheok wing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have wings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28555%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cheese...not a team but friends always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(556).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28556%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe...muacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(557).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28557%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha..Cheok me and tabby. Love you both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(559).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28559%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love you too Yanshan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(560).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28560%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me at home. Suddenly got this interest to take picture of myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway Miss Chan made a mistake but she is sorry and she is forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(562).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28562%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the soaked papers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was health check up. and then we were like talking about those disgusting topics that you will never wanna know. Haha. and then duno for wat reason, eugene rolled up his pants then we were all super fascinated with his hairless leg. Haha. See. This is his leg la. Haha. And then I was like "so there got hair"...haha then he was like "yah". Haha. Ok...the thing we are refering about in this particular question is free for your imagination. Haha&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(563).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28563%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hairless CHICK! (I will tell you why he is chick later in the post)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we had IH lesson and there was this retro thing cos we were learning about the 1960s and stuff like that. Haha. And thats Sam tung with the boombastic hairstyle that was super "in" last time. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(568).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28568%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think sam is my idol.!.! Haha. Love u sam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...this is the best part of the day. The spire skit. So here is the outline of what we are planning to do. Its about this guy who wants to go for a transexual operation but the doctor was unethical and actually released his medical records to a reporter and his story was later published without his permission at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(571).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28571%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is eugene. Wearing a hairband and rehearsing his catwalk. Haha. He is learning to be a girl. Haha. Way to go eugene. You are also my idol. Dam brave of you to actually act gay and be gay in front of the whole cohort. So super proud of you. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(572).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28572%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eugene. I took this secretly without you knowing but honestly, you look super pretty here. CHICK! haha. thats why ur the prettiest chick I ever know&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture that appeared in the presentation. It is a photoshoped version of eugene after the operation. Omg. ANd thats MY BODY!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/eugene.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(573).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28573%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet! You seriously have a talent to be a girl man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(574).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28574%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is mufeng and yile. They acting as boyfriend and girlfriend in the skit. Haha. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway after spire. I was going to bukit timah plaza with tabby. And so 174 came so I say take. Then she say cannot. She insisted that cannot. ANd I insisted can go la. And I said if not give me 2 bucks and she agreed. Haha. and she practically smashed my head against the information board and when she saw it she was like..Oh shit..it goes there. haha. And thats it. I won the bet. Tabby..u should not overestimate urself. Haha. And she says 174 turns at 6th avenue and 156 is the only bus that turns there la. bleh. Haha. We didnt take 174 anyway we took the bus behind it that is 67.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(576).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28576%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took picture of the bus 174 that was un front of us. Haha. The bus that earned me 2 dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(577).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28577%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took a picture of the note that tabby gave me. haha. Thanks for patronizing. Please come again soon! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114675086091092914?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114675086091092914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114675086091092914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114675086091092914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114675086091092914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114657057109049162</id><published>2006-05-02T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:57:11.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok this is how great our bio skit went. Haha. Don I look like a weirdo?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28525%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok haha. This is me with my baby stethoscope&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(526).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28526%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eugene looks too big for the stethoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(527).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28527%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Does he look like a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later went to make ic. On the way we stopped by at Plaza singapura to take neoprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(532).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28532%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the neoprint machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(533).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28533%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Say cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(534).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28534%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oops...havent put coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(535).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28535%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wating patiently for my turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(536).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28536%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we are retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(537).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28537%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yanshan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(538).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28538%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(539).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28539%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everybody is waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(540).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28540%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my queue number is 577&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(541).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28541%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; close up yanshan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(544).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28544%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;close-up davina &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/prettybabies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our neoprint. pretty sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114657057109049162?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114657057109049162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114657057109049162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114657057109049162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114657057109049162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-this-is-how-great-our-bio-skit-went.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114645852333747306</id><published>2006-04-30T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:23:58.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok this is basically how funny school has been. This is the picture of proof that eugene recruited another concubine. See the intimacy between them. Haha. Eugene so dam frickin flirt&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/DSC00146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok actually this picture wasnt meant to be like that. Eugene was talking to me and amanda was talkin to duno who and intelligient shu jen got the picture just like that. AINT SHE SMART?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28487%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another bo liao thing. This is jocelyn's mouth full of pearls. Haha. She say she wanted to keep the pearls there till spire but unfortunately she didnt manage to. Haha. Dam disgusting. Maybe if she kept it there till spire, it would have decomposed in her mouth. HAha.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28480%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cheok is super in love with her new camera phone. She never stop taking shots. and this one. I was snapping her and she was snapping me. Haha.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28524%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok and Mr eng was like asking this question then got chocs so I got dam excited so I said the answer was to press the calculator button "trace" but then it was "2nd""trace" Omg..so I was asked to go up there and pull my ear. Bleh. Haha. Then jocelyn gave him the answer he wanted then I was like "its correct what""still got the word trace" Haha. Then he was like "ya correct" then he gave me this...then the whole LT ppl laughed la. What the hell. Haha. Didnt even give me a chocolate.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(489).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28489%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stupid eugene. Type this thing on my calculator. But everyone knows that eugene is hypocritical so typing this statement here on my calculator, he is just being HYPOCRITICAL again..All these happened on friday. Haha. So can u imagine how funny and retarded it was on friday..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the day where he talked to me and I actually gave him a chance to explain. Omg. I think I make things worse. It made me feel that he is so nice and devoted. But I think I should really change my view of him. Cos the fact tht he have went off with another girl and came back telling me all these actually meant that he is shit. Ok he says he cant let go but I guess he just have to. ME as well. HE says that if I can forget everything I would be hard hearted. But even if I dun want to let go I wouldnt want him to cheat on me or the other girl also what. And since I have lesser feelings for him shouldnt I just make him give up on me and go? Ok basically the point is not that I am going to marry him anyway. Haha. So I dun think I should care anymore. Everybody says the easiest way out is to ignore him. So i guess I will. Ignoring his sms, calls and even on msn I shall block him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went out with tab. We went bowling. At like 1030. And there was absolutley nobody at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(491).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28491%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tab looks style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(492).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28492%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. I got this weird way of bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(493).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28493%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(494).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28494%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tab looks like batman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(494).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(495).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28495%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks kewl here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(496).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28496%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tab took this picture of me. my face looks square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(497).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28497%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok...its getting cold..put on the jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(498).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28498%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(499).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28499%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(500).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28500%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; er...careful on the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(501).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28501%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our score. I was the losing one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(502).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28502%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Looking through the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(504).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28504%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(505).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28505%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tab just fell out of the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(506).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28506%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(507).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28507%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the cows go MOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(508).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28508%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tab is dying without food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(514).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28514%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Davina and tabitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(515).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28515%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(515).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(516).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28516%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tabitha;..tab fills up the emptiness inside me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(517).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28517%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Salmon Karma...wahahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went to play arcade. super fun la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(518).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28518%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look. She looks like she is getting high...high until blur. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think ur right tabby. That he is just trying to ruin my life. Its like when I get settled down. He and his mouth would waver my thoughts and mess it up. Haha. He says he wants to be friends. But sometimes I wonder should I have a friend like that. A friend that says all sorts of rubbish and mess me up and in the end come apologising to me and ask me to be friends with me again when he was making things clear that he could not let me go. Omg. Isnt that playing. He is such play-a-fool type of person. He does not even know what he wants. If he wants me back he should breakaway from the other girl and apologise to me. If not he should just carry on with his life and stay away from me. Why affect others? it is enough that he himself cant make up his mind. Why make my mind in a whirlwind after when I have made up my mind? Haha. Anyway. I duno what to do with him and I do not want to have anything to do with him anymore. I should just breakaway as soon as I can. Im really trying but sometimes things get wavered and I would be back into the state I was this afternoon. But now. Im feeling alright. I just hope that everything would turn out fine tmr so I wont feel it or even rmb it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found out something new. Today while talking to him, he told me he was at Doris house with a whole lot of friends so he needed to go and then now while talking to my friend she told me that Doris was at macdonalds when she was there today. She was there for quite a long time Haha. Omg. I cant believe that until now he still cannot stop lying to me. If he was with his girlfriend he should simply say it. I think he seriously did not except that I can find out the truth in just the day itself where he lied to me. Some people are just wu yao ke jiu. Like him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114645852333747306?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114645852333747306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114645852333747306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114645852333747306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114645852333747306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-this-is-basically-how-funny-school.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114596286936630423</id><published>2006-04-25T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:33:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday actually want to watch eight below but dun have tickets for a show that actually fits our timing so we actually decide to go marina bay and bowl. When we go there we realised that stupid bowling thing was like 3.90 per game. It was so super expensive la. So we played one game and flew away. haha. And so we actually kinda did everything in slow motion. Haha. And yanshan was inspired by my previous picture and so there she is..."struggling with her balls"&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(436).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28436%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha..cute hor her babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(437).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28437%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Dun I look blur. Anyway thats a strike into the longkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(438).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28438%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. She was like bending down and throwing the ball. Haha. And its normally a good throw cos it will hit something. Omg..YAN rocks. Im the lousiest at bowling la but still I am the one that likes it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(439).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28439%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one quite straight but duno whether longkang anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(440).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28440%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. She not bad sia. Swing so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(441).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28441%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. This side view not very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(442).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28442%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. This one looks nicer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(444).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28444%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This the drums that we are going to rock man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(445).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28445%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. CHEESE. This was before the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(447).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28447%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our result..not bad but continue and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(448).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28448%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deproved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(449).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28449%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Omg..just pass only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(450).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28450%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha...does she look like a guitarist. I think she standing a lil too straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(451).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28451%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. NEver even insert coins la. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(452).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28452%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. This one also no coins inserted de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(453).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28453%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. I dun look like a drummer AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(456).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28456%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. I was in my mother's office. Being super bored so I sat there and took a picture of myself through the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..that night we went to eat Suki and my parents were like watching me eat and they only ate dessert cos they were not hungry and that day I was hungry and had a craving for suki, haha. SO I guessed I enjoyed eating. haha. Especially when I dun haf to pay the bill. Haha. I told joshua that I had no money so Im eating with my parents and he said that I was so budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, skipped breakfast cos wake up like super late but then later went to crystal jade to have lunch. Haha. Before this a bad conversation happened online with some idiot. Haha. Talk about that later in the post. Ok. Anyway had a window seat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(457).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28457%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(460).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28460%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the cuttlefish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(461).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28461%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my mother...everyone says she looks like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(462).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28462%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My father. Haha. He looks a lil haggard here. Next time I shall take a better looking picture of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(463).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28463%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lemon chicken...super nice la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(464).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28464%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chee cheong Fan. Super soft super nice. OMG...YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(467).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28467%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me...this is how a satisfied person looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(469).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28469%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and cheok at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(470).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28470%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everybody loves wanton me..Dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(471).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28471%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yanshan...must be yearning for more ZHA WANTON..ZHA TUN MEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(472).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28472%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me after my nafa. Super tired in the Lt undergoing the torture of chinese. My 2.4 came in fourth 13 minutes. The ending is great. But when running that time it was like a torture, it was like death like that la. In my heart I kept thinking like maybe if I stop running I will feel better but there was just this complication in my brain. omg..torturing.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(473).5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28473%29.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This the laoshi doing the lecture. She say dun take picture of her. say so many times...make me feel like taking a picture more la. Haha. And there she is. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today five item test. I got everything A except my standing broad jump E. Omg. didnt want to go for nafa remedial. Haha. So I redo it quite a few times and I got a D. But anyway altogether thats only a silver. So sad lo. All cause of this stupid broad jump cause me to get so low results. Anyway..jocelyn calls us the elite four. Haha. Anyway...thanks to JOCELYN, CHRISTING AND CHEOKWING FOR BEING THERE TO SUPPORT ME WHEN I NEEDED U GUYS MOST. ALTHOUGH YOU ALL NEEDED TO GO TODAY BUT U GUYS STILL WAITED FOR ME TO FINISH UP MY RE TEST BEFORE LEAVING. I SIMPLY LOVE YOU GUYS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok anyway. back to the so ever saddening topic. Here is like a part of our conversation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:06 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;NO STEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not like I will get angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;STILL TREATIN U AS MY STEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cos I SIMPLY DUN CARE ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:25 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WHEN ASH WAN JIO U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:41 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I GOT SO WORKED UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dun try to affect me with ur words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cos u did it so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:28:57 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;DUN BELIEVE ME IS OK DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:29:22 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I REALLY STILL TRAET U AS MY STEAD DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:29:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;BUT TINK U WONT CARE LIAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:29:46 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its not I dun care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:29:48 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is how to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:29:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;SO IS NO USE LE LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:30:18 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u wont let me care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:30:21 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so I give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:30:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its not my fault right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:30:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;NOT UR FAULT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:30:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ALOT OF PPL KNOW I STILL LIKE U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:31:09 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;COS IF NOT I WILL NOT GET SO WORK UP IF PPL WAN TO JIO U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:31:20 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:31:25 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:31:27 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;TIS IS THE FACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:31:28 PM&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;trust u this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:31:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;THANKZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:32:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I HAVE NOT GIVE U UP LEHZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:32:16 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;NOT AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:32:28 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;IN MY PHONE U STILL NAME AS LAO PO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:32:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;DEN OUR BANK OSO I STILL SAVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, he is like putting it all back again. Its like he is saying that he have no stead and he still cant let go of me and in here he makes it quite obvious that he wants me back. Blue is him..pink is me la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:34:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;BUT IF I WAN PATCH U OSO WONT WAN DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:34:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;BUT TOO ME U WILL ALWAY IS MY LAO PO DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:35:48 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;REALLY LIFE IS MEANINLESS WITHOUT U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:36:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I WILL ALWAY REMEMDER U DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:45:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com...always rmb my aim in life and dun be swayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;U THERE MA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/26/2006&lt;br /&gt;1:45:53 PM&lt;br /&gt;LiFe Is sO mEaNiNgLeSs wItHouT YoU .... XiAo WeI&lt;br /&gt;+_+*~dav~*+_+ &lt;3 u THREE http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com...always rmb my aim in life and dun be swayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;LAO PO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok..all these are not the main point, just an overview of what happened on sunday. On monday, I happen to know this girl Sock Teng who is a good friend of chitwei's good friend. So I ask her if chitwei has a stead. She say have. It is that girl arisna and stuff like that. So after making super sure that it was the truth. I thought I could keep it all to myself. But I guess not. So I called chitwei and confronted him. And today he kepts smsing me saying that he is sorry and that he cant let me go no matter what and that he is going to break up with that girl today and that he wants to be bestest friends with me again. And I didnt pick up his call neither did I reply his messages. &lt;s&gt;why should I waste my messages for him, such an asshole&lt;/s&gt; haha. I got super pissed. Anyone have any idea what he is trying to play here? Cos I seriously duno but yet I have learned to set my heart into this mode where I would be unaffected no matter what he says. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is what I wrote immediately after I confronted him yesterday but blogger was down yesterday so I was unable to post it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, he told me that he still love me and he SWEARED that he had no stead and all those touching stuff. But too bad, stupid people are meant to be stupid forever. He mentioned in one part of the conversation asking me if I were angry because I found out something. Actually i didnt find out anything but instead is because of the way some things I cant approve of him that he has done to me last time but I said yes. Then he keep guessing and stuff. Then he mentioned in one part asking if its that I found out he got stead. Then I kept insisting that he has stead but he kept denying it. Then another part I say he would only treat his stead nice. Then he replied that he would treat me nice also...The word also actually suggests that he really have a stead. Anyway. He was super hypocritical and he even said stuff like he still treated me as his stead. I didnt believe him anyway. But I had a feeling also that he was telling a lie la. But then today I found our from sock teng that he actually have a stead already. I duno why, at first I thought I could just keep it to myself but in the end I called him and thrashed it out with him. I asked him to tell me the truth and stuff. In the end he told me that he did have a stead but it was only a few days ago and the problem here is that he still cant let go of me. And I was like thinking today like...WAT THE HELL! This guy is completely shit. Not like Im affected in any way since I dun feel anything towards him already but yet I cant approve of what he have done. I think playing with other people's feelings is totally wrong. What makes him think that he could play with other people's feelings. Honestly, I wish the girl whoever it is good luck. If the girl can stand his, &lt;s&gt;smoking, his cannot study, his ugliness...(which is so super obvious) &lt;/s&gt;I still rmb the time when yanshan saw him, her face totally turn la, it was like I had such a bad taste and she totally cannot believe it. I wonder how I managed convincing myself that he is not that bad. &lt;s&gt;IMAGINE A PERSON WHO HAS SHITTY PERSONALITY AND LOOKS OF NO STANDARD.&lt;/s&gt; That time when I brought chun meng go mac then she saw him...haha..she laughed. But that time I already broke up so I had no feeling towards it. I just felt very stupid though. As in why was my taste so super bad. Even my mum say that my taste is so bad. Haha. Ok...Im sorry. I really wonder why I had such bad taste. I would have no future with this kinda guy, at first I thought as long as he is nice, his qualifications and stuff dun really matter, but his personality is not nice, and he plays with others feelings, cannot study, scold people, cannot make a decision about what he wants properly and he even smoke. Worse is he &lt;s&gt;stay back for 2 years.&lt;/s&gt; Honestly I was quite shocked when I heard the truth from Sock Teng. cos I didnt expect him to lie to me. Cos we already break up so wat is there to lie about. Anyway, I dun think I will ever want to come into contact with him anymore. Even after the break up, when he tell me some sweet stuff, I still believe and think that he may be true but now I know that he is just a fake that do not speak from the heart. He calls ppl da pao xian. I think he is the biggest bragger la. Its not that I hate him, but I really think that he as a person overall can be considered as one word "LAN" totally lan. I will post my real post when the photo uploader is working. But for now, I need to thrash out how I feel. And I seriously despise people like him. Although I short but I look down on people like him. Or maybe just him. cos the things he have done wrong to me is so great. He still ask me to wait for him. What the hell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Ok..I totally hate him now. I probably need so much time to cool down. Dun even know I will ever forgive him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114596286936630423?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114596286936630423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114596286936630423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114596286936630423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114596286936630423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/saturday-actually-want-to-watch-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114562407344195638</id><published>2006-04-21T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:04:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(371).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok...this is basically how interesting school has been. But I guess its all so different after school. Actually it depends and it all lies in ur hands la. Cos it depends how you craft out your afterschool enjoyment. Some people may go home and study or some may just sleep and people like me...everything also can. from going out to sleeping the whole day. Study...maybe but only when Im in the mood la. haha.Ok anyway...this was yst.. Thursday. Ok. this is the sleeping club. Zhangli is totally like YI LE. Sleeping all the time. Poor samantha feeling sick. She should take the blue slip and leave early. Haha. But anyway...thats them la&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(371).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28371%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zhangli the sleeper and samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene was playing this super nice game...condition zero and we were watching intensively. Haha. Maybe not me...cos I didnt really understand it. Haha. But cheok was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(372).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28372%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the game thingus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats jocelyn watching warcraft. Or maybe she is bewitched by anh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(373).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28373%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at cheok wings hair at the side of the picture. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the lan gaming club. Eugene and anh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(374).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28374%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(375).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28375%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. This is at the twins house. Haha. This is the bandana that they used to cover their computer screen and this stupid cheok wing actually put it over my head. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(377).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28377%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me...all thanks to cheok. Im a YELLOW BANANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheok was pushing me around the hse in this chair and she got no skill la. Haha. Make the chair deformed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(378).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28378%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. The chair is super funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(379).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28379%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats jocelyn christin and their bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(380).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28380%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the fishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(381).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28381%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at how messy we work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(382).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28382%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thier house. IMPRESSIVE. I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(385).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28385%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Asked eugene to take a picture of everyone and he actually zoomed in on me and tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(386).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28386%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Ok..thats us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(387).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28387%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. This is retarded but I can explain. They were all snatching my phone so I swing the phone up and snapped a retarded shot of myself. Tabitha haha...she looks pissed and yanshan is HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this cleaning up after school for preparation of IP preview today. Haha. I was snapping shots actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(393).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28393%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Thats eugene cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(394).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28394%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats gero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(395).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28395%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats cheok and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(396).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28396%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gero sticking out her tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(398).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28398%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(399).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28399%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats gero and shu jen. Haha. Gero is happy...shu jen...oops I duno how to interprate her expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(401).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28401%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. The four of us in the toilet. One happy happy family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(402).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28402%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats zhang li. She was walking past me in the opposite direction and she turned to look at me and just nice my camera phone cot a shot of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(404).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28404%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. I was posing for the picture. Cleanin my own chair though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(406).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28406%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seriously wonder how retarded anh can get. Haha. He was pretending to be some knight with the bamboo stick la. OMG&gt;RETARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(408).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28408%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3000 dollars worth of graphic calculators, omg. expensive stuff sia. Haha. Tower of GC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(409).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28409%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eugene is so dirty. Haha. But he did lotsa work la. and he is sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(413).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28413%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yanshan looks extremely bored. Haha. She is always bored la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(415).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28415%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. This is the 01 tent. Got so many pillows in there. Super nice la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the whole dam thing we went to eat long john and we went bowling AGAIN. I totally cant bowl but I like. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(416).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28416%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lost by 10 points. Haha. I was the one below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(418).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28418%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice style sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(419).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28419%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Duno wat style man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(420).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28420%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Tabitha kena longkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(422).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28422%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. This looks better though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(424).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28424%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. I duno wat I doing also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(425).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28425%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. I got a strike. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(426).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28426%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok..this time I won. I won by 1 ppoint. OMG...thats a lot...great improvement man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(427).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28427%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. And then I switched places with tab and her name is dam unlucky la. Look at the difference between her marks and mine. haha. I lost by SO SO SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(428).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28428%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Ok..I duwan to explain this. Tab asked me to pose for this. And it was all 16 pounds in my hand la. i collapsed straight after that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(429).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28429%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us in the toilet. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(430).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28430%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love u tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(432).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28432%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Ok. Nowadays seem really happy for me but there is this thing I wanna say. GUYS ARE ALL JERKS. especially han song and chitwei. They wont know what I know but they are jerks that they should be eliminated from the world. For chitwei its not just because he broke up with me and had a new girl and later changed his words and say he did not have a girl and was doing all these for my own good. Like I will believe his crap...Haha. He says he needs time and wil come back to me one day...Like I will want him to come back. I would be so much satisfied if he was being diminished from this world, but whatever it is he is just A JERK. Some things I cant approve of him seriously. Tab say it was good that I have broken away from it all or else I will fall deeper into it. This kind of guy not worth my liking. A guy who smokes, get into gangs, skip school, skip work and spews vulgarities and who duno his own priorities and what he his actions should be. OMG! I bet I was really blind last time. But its ok, as long as now I can see everything is not too late. Haha. I hate the both of them lots and lots and lots. They should just go eat shit and die. Haha. Ok that was too harsh. But whatever. They are just jerks. Though they say that nicholas is a flirt and stuff but then at least nicholas is not a jerk. He is not as bad as them. At least he knows what he should do and what he should not but he is also quite bad la. just like the best out of the three of them. But anyway. Nowadays Im trying to get ppl out of depression, like Astley and stuff. Trying to counsel them to let go. Cos the feeling u get when u have let go and move on is simply great. Anyway. Im really sorry to all my friends, all those who tried to tell me that chitwei is not worthy of me for the past 10 months and yet I did not listen. I thank you guys. U all are right. Why must I be matched with some guys who is so much lousier than me? Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And im super happy. I BROKE UP FOR MORE THAN A MONTH. AND IT SEEMS LIKE IM SURVIVING PRETTY WELL, MUCH BETTER THAN HE DID. At least I never drown myself in sorrow and do all those stupid things. I am living much better than before and for him he is living much worse than before. But anyway its totally none of my business, I should just stop bothering abt him..I tried to talk him out of it but it was no use so from now on whatever happens its all his own fault I guess...even if blames me for all that becomes of him, I would not care cos it was his own fault of not picking himself up. He has always affected me with his words but this time I am going all out to not care anymore. There is two breed of people. One is ah beng and one is not. He is kinda in the ah beng breed and yet in the ah beng breed he is the below average kind. Omg..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Ok...Anyway today going to watch movie I think. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114562407344195638?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114562407344195638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114562407344195638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114562407344195638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114562407344195638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok_21.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114544838687450086</id><published>2006-04-19T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:41:18.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with my darling tabitha on tuesday. Haha. We had this whole anticipation in our hearts to actually gorge ourselves to death and Suki sushi. But when we were there and after eating a few plates only. But whatever it is, tab had a thing for fried chicken that day, she normally goes crazy about soft shell crabs but today I guess she is not. Haha. She kept asking for fried chicken. haha. Anyway although we did not eat much but the food was still great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28346%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28347%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks a lil too naggy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha had a stomachache and somehow it influenced me to want to shit also la. Haha. Ok. So after eating nine plates, we like dashed to the toilet and then we shit. Haha. We were like talking while we shit.  I guess whoever was in the same toilet itself would be totally disgusted by the way we describe the process where the shit travels from the large intestine and out from the anus. Haha. We are just so gross. I was super bored while shitting cos the shit was not coming out fast so I actually took a picture of the toilet door that I was facing the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(348).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28348%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; POOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(348).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went to the arcade and when they told us that we were not old enough to play, tab face totally changed colour. We were like discussing about how exciting it would be to play arcade later after we were done with shitting but I guess it was such a total disappointment. Then we sat at the food court chair and stone. We were totally depressed. Haha. Then later I thought of going to marina square to play the turn turn thing, the hidonori no tami (duno how to spell), since we both like to turn that machine so we go la. At the same time there also got bowling alley and arcade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we went there but the stupid machine was not there, omg. Everything was so depressing. It kinda felt like the end of the world. The feeling is disgusting. Its like you had your hopes built up so high and suddenly everything does not go your way and yet there is nothing you could do about it at all. Omg! I hate it. But anyway we went bowling. And we were super noobs at operating the machine. When we exchanged for the shoes that time, we actually passed the lady one side of our shoe and then she was like " you dun have to give me ur shoe" so freaking pai seh but I guess we just laughed it out la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(349).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28349%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tabitha said I look like I was cursing. Haha. But I totally was not lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28351%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesnt she look like an expert. Ok...wateva it is, the fact is that she is a better bowler than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(352).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28352%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Omg...tab...wat are you touching? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(353).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28353%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. She looks retarded. Asked her to pose and she give me this stupid act cute and so not cute and so not her kinda pose. Haha. Duno wat I talking about also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(354).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28354%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twist again? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(356).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28356%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; twist again also. Haha. RETARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(357).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28357%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok. I was using two hands to bowl sometimes. Haha. As you can see. Their lightest ball was like 8 pounds. I asked the lady for 6 pounds then she say that dun haf 6 pound balls. Then they say they got 7 pounds ball but it is all taken by those lil children in the centre lanes. I was like "omg" the ball is so dam super heavy. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(358).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28358%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our results. Im B. I didnt miss by a lot la. Haha. At first I was winning. Then tabitha caught up at the last two rounds. This was our third game. The first two games was like shit for me la. This game, tab keep slip the ball off her hand then go drain but me getting more warmed up in the game. Haha. But my warmed up is also only like this result only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(359).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28359%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess wat we are doing.. EAT AGAIN. HAHA. Thats wat we do all day long la. But this time lucky not so bad. NEver eat so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(360).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28360%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tabitha looks like she wants a second round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(361).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28361%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way home. I sacrificed and took the same bus with tab which was a super long way home but it was longer for her though. ANd we were listening to "never had a dream come true" haha. tabs favourite. I think....!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is speech day. Looking at all these pictures can totally describe how this speech day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(362).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28362%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleepy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(363).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28363%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More sleepy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(364).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28364%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And even more sleepy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(365).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28365%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some more? Omg...YAWNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(366).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28366%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whole row of sleeping people. ANd all these are not posed for. i was super bored so I started observing what some were doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went dinner with this idiot. Who thinks he is so freaking great. Haha. Super cannot stand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(368).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28368%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is wat he ate. The burger looked small but he was complaining that he was so dam full after that. Haha. SKINNY GUY. 179cm and only 58 kg la. So tall yet so light. So ugly yet so dao. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(369).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28369%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...here is a picture taken secretly. Looks like another typical weirdo right. And he has some really great and thick wrinkles. What a "WISE" man. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really stressed up with the whole spire thing. Trying to get a topic that is feasible, with a great objective and purpose behind it. Guess we gotta be quick and think fast. BRAINSTORM FOR MORE IDEAS. Tmr we will be working on the proposal I guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114544838687450086?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114544838687450086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114544838687450086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114544838687450086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114544838687450086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-went-out-with-my-darling-tabitha-on.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114528508787647856</id><published>2006-04-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:44:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A totally eventful week. Hehe. Thursday went to watch west side story with tabitha. We rushed all around. Anyway that day, I was wearing skirt, blouse and heels. She was wearing jeans tshirt and a windbreaker. Haha. We totally look like a pair of lesbians. Haha. So super funny. We kept laughing at that la. Like we look at each other and laugh. We rushed to Suki. Stuffed all the food into our mouths. We wanted to play arcade as well so we had to hurry. At that time we had about 1 hr before the musical start. What a rush la. We gobbled then we rushed to the arcade. We actually had to go after a few games already but we keep saying like one more game and stuff like that. Haha. Then in the end we decided to leave so we actually ran all the way to the bus stop. I was running in heels and tabitha in sport shoes ran slower than me la. How weird can that be. Haha. Anyway the show was ok la. Not bad. But we were sitting super far away from the stage la. Anyway the scenery outside esplanade is simply great. I remembered the happy times I had at that exact place last time. All the warmth I receieved from that loved one of mine. But its all over anyway. Its something I cant get back. But going there and enjoying it with a friends is not that bad at all. Actually its better. Haha. We joked and stared blankly. Saying how we really feel stressed at times. The feeling is great&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28325%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thats the place where we stared in awe&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28328%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thats me&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28327%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and thats tab&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28330%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and tat is the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway Friday went to buy shoes with zhixin then later she came to my house. And she actually made weird poses. Ok first we went Queensway. Then there was this large variety of shoes so she finally settled for this pair of shoes that cos 141 bucks and a 17 bucks pink shoe bag that I particularly like. And then later we went Ikea. Omg..we were simply retarded la. We listened to music and we sang out the songs a lil out loud especially those funny parts and we sang the bu de bu ai and actually exchanged those weird seductive glances at each other. my mother was laughing like hell la. Haha. And then we went to eat the hotdog bun and guess wat? haha...shall not say.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(336).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28336%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats zhixin acting retarded&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(335).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28335%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shoes that zhix bot...not bad yeah?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(334).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28334%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shoe that Im so in love with but it cost like 249. Omg...cant afford. Can only take picture of it. Haha&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(331).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28331%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday went to watch ice age 2. Haha. We were late la. And we missed out 50 cents for our nachos. So freaking pissed and since we were late for the show already there was no time for me to go withdraw money at all la. Haha. So we went in with only popcorn. Haha. We sat at the second row from the front. Super near to the screen la. We tot it would be so dam bad but actually it was ok la. Not that bad as we expected it to be la. Then it was a total boredom when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went to cheok house. Her house super far from the mrt station but its super nice and neat la. I like her house. Haha. Got proper place to play and study. Haha. Then met up with a friend and got scratched on my leg. Anyway later went grocery shopping with my parents. Super boring lo. Haha. I was reading a book. OK I REALLY WAS READING. Unbelievable but it was totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I splashed water on cheok and samantha. Haha. Actually eugene was there too...but he never react to it at all la. I was like stepping on the puddles and making them splash onto their legs. Haha. Cheok kept complainging. Sam too. Haha. Anh kept pulling me out of the shelter la. Making me more wet. Haha. I still remembered me and tabitha playing with the stupid puddles last time. It was super funny. Anyway school was not that bad today just that I made someone pissed and mad with me. Well I am sorry. I hope she knows it is her if she reads it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got upset over some misunderstanding today. I thought my ex had another gerfren. But I guess not la. But who knows. Maybe he is lying. I never know. But i heard a girls voice and he claims that it is his sister. Anyway I am not suppose to care about him anymore. After all we are suppose to be two seperate individuals now. He can actually do whatever he wants and I would have absolutley no right to care. i think I must breakaway as soon as possible before I get too deep into it and I cant pick myself back up together again. But I believe my frens will always be there to help me in that. haha. I know I can trust u guys...But whatever it is, I was shocked to hear that he was into smoking again. He was into it before I stead with him and now he is back on it. He even told me he was thinking of joining gangs. But I know whatever I say now is totally of no purpose. But what can I do? I really feel like doing something to change all these? But I have little power in doing this all by myself. Called him and while he was with his friends he was spewing with so much vulgarities, it seemed as if I was not even there. Last time he never used to do that. Somehow I feel like he is using all these, like being vulgar, being gangsteric with his friends, smoking and even getting into gangs to hide his sorrow. But I may be wrong also la. Cos he may just be doing it since he is not with me now and that I am not there to control him. But if he is so sorrowful and he uses laughter and making himself happy at most moments to cover up then why did he make the choice in the first place? It all does not add up and make sense to me. AT ALL! Maybe I am really thinking too much and that he does not even freaking care one bit now and Im the one doing all the thinking and reasoning. Thats so unfair. Haha. Anyway I love him a lot but I still cant bring myself to ever to accept him. So that actually depicts a gone case relationship and that is what the both of us is going through now. I duno if Im right but I think is that both has feelings for each other but yet he wants freedom and I cant accept him for what he is. Sometimes I duno wats going through both of our minds. Nothing is consistence. One day I can so sure tell myself that Im over him and the next I can get so upset over everything that I see or hear about him. But one thing I am glad about is that this time even though I felt sad but I never cry at all cos it was not all so painful, it was manageable and after talking to tab I was happy again! Haha. Anyway I shall not think abt this topic anymore only maybe when something crops up again then I will blog abt it. kinda want to put all these at the back of my mind. The last thing I want to think of la...haha. LOVE ALL OF MY FRENS&gt;&gt;&gt;I AM IN FOR A GOOD TREAT TMR MAN...cant wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114528508787647856?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114528508787647856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114528508787647856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114528508787647856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114528508787647856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/totally-eventful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114484618947136485</id><published>2006-04-12T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T07:48:33.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...stuart and sean got into the finals...so here is a post for them...GOOD LUCK PEOPLE. YOU GUYS CAN DO IT OK&gt;&gt;&gt;YOU TWINS CAN DO IT...haha...I flipped the pictures...One is supposedly suppose to be STUART and the other one is SEAN. How smart can I get?haha. WHATEVER IT IS I will pray for u guys k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THE BEST TO THE BOTH OF YOU&gt;&gt;BEST OF LUCK AND U GUYS CAN DO IT. AS LONG AS YOU HAVE DONE UR BEST NO MATTER WHAT THE OUTCOME IS IT WILL BE FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/gaystuart1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/gaystuart1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stuart or maybe sean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/gaystuart.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/gaystuart.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sean and maybe stuart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously in love with this song...love the LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: hey you jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing kao jin wo huai li&lt;br /&gt;bie jia zhuang bu zai yi&lt;br /&gt;ni ming ming dong le xin&lt;br /&gt;So baby jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing bu yao zai you yu&lt;br /&gt;wo men wan ge you xi&lt;br /&gt;jiao l.o.v.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao s: gei ni yi fen zhong ruo hai bu xin dong&lt;br /&gt;ni jiu shi mei chong zhuang zai ku ye zhi dao mei yong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luo: baby ni bu hui dong wo jiu shi yao ni xin ji&lt;br /&gt;wo lian ai mo di ke shi ta deng de hen ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: hey you jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing kao jin wo huai li&lt;br /&gt;bie jia zhuang bu zai yi&lt;br /&gt;ni ming ming dong le xin&lt;br /&gt;So baby jiu shi ni qing&lt;br /&gt;bu yao zai you yu&lt;br /&gt;wo men wan ge you xi&lt;br /&gt;jiao l.o.v.e yeah yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luo: yan shen bu neng zai hu tai duo ruo you shi mo ni&lt;br /&gt;zi ran jiu hui gen wo zou qing chang lu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao s: ni dao di xing bu xing&lt;br /&gt;jing wan wu liao de zhao shuo&lt;br /&gt;wo kan guo de zhu ke shi da ren de cheng du come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: hey you jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing kao jin wo huai li&lt;br /&gt;bie jia zhuang bu zai yi&lt;br /&gt;wo ke neng xi huan ni&lt;br /&gt;So baby jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing shuo ni hen kai xin&lt;br /&gt;wo you dian xi huan ni&lt;br /&gt;you dian xi huan ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap: ha ha ai shi ge ya guan ji&lt;br /&gt;ta rang wo de shen bian cheng wei da ren lian ai de ji qi&lt;br /&gt;shui yu jian ni lian da ren ye hui ren shu&lt;br /&gt;Ya wei shen me shi ni wo zhi xiang ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luo: wei shen mo xi huan ni wo yi xi huan ni yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao s: u're so cute so won't u come to me&lt;br /&gt;zhu tou cai hui yi zhi wan you xi shua xin ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: baby jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing kao jin wo huai li&lt;br /&gt;bie jia zhuang bu zai yi&lt;br /&gt;wo xiang wo xi huan ni&lt;br /&gt;So baby jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing shuo ni ye yuan yi&lt;br /&gt;wo yi zhi xi huan ni&lt;br /&gt;yi zhi xi huan ni~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: baby jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing kao jin wo huai li&lt;br /&gt;bie jia zhuang bu zai yi&lt;br /&gt;wo xiang wo xi huan ni&lt;br /&gt;So baby jiu shi ni&lt;br /&gt;qing shuo ni ye yuan yi&lt;br /&gt;wo fei chang xi huan ni&lt;br /&gt;fei chang xi huan ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luo: fei chang xi huan ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114484618947136485?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114484618947136485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114484618947136485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114484618947136485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114484618947136485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114467121283041299</id><published>2006-04-10T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T05:13:34.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorting it out</title><content type='html'>went swimming with yanshan so here are all the great pictures...We were like eating the whole time before the whole thing. And then we went into the pool, freezing at first. The water was kinda cold. Then there was the jacuzzi switch which was super far away. Haha. I simply cant swim. We took like so many pictures, posing everywhere like two super goondo tourists. Haha. Then we were like testing out all the equipments at the gym and like we were slamming the weights kinda thing (duno what it is called) haha. And we were like in the sauna setting it to its lowest temperature possible and we still simply could not stand it. Anyway this is so LIFE. Its like jacuzzi, then going to the gym, restin on the chairs and going for a sauna. This is the life I want. Come to think about it. I dun think I can have this kinda life if Im with chitwei. Haha. Anyways that is beside the point. The point is, I had real fun with yanshan that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(309).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28309%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha thats me on the bench...quite comfortable sitting there man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(306).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28306%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha...yanshan on the fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(305).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28305%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me on the fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(304).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28304%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha...the shower is scary la...below also got water shoot out one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(303).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28303%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha...yanshan looks like she is taking the pledge.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28292%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the pool nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(301).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28301%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice hor...this passage way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(300).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28300%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; omg...I cant swim..I so super need this la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(299).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28299%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha...dun we look WET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(298).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28298%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me in that small little hole...water all falling onto me..but I love it there anyways&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28297%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28294%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hehe...CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cheese too&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28293%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28291%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cheese again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(288).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us in the sauna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(287).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(290).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28290%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(286).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/1600/Image(281).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha...she seems to be enjoying it in the jacuzzi&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28311%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28310%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28312%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the gym rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28313%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feels good after a bath&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28314%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28279%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...now...This two cute lil toy...something that is very important to me though. But I have learned to let go. This is an important memory. Suddenly on this day, I feel like he is playing with my feelings once again. Today he smsed me...claiming that he misses me and he was serious about that. I seriously duno if I should believe him again or not. But no matter what the truth is, I have decided not to believe it this time. Constant twisting of words, saying that you want me but yet wants a break from the relationship, things like you will be back, things like you admired a girl but did not like her.. and all these crap, I have stop believing in it. I deserve someone better. All those who know about my relationship will always say that so I am sure they are right. It is not possible that everyone is wrong. What I am pissed about is the fact that he is constantly playing with everything. He says things to make me let go and yet he comes back and says he misses me. Don you think that makes me feel so undecided about what I want. If I really wanted you back, I believe I would be able to do things that will make you want me back, besides that was what happened last time when I did wrong. The fact that I was contemplating on whether to give you up or not actually shows that i don really have anymore feelings for you, what is left is guilt, something that is constantly holding me back. It is like I want to let go but yet your words make me feel like I have let you down. It is hard to piece down all that I feel in this short post and I don really wish to continue on this useless topic but yet sometimes I just need to crap it all out. There is just so much crap in my brain, churning everywhere. I think i was wrong also. I stopped liking him a long time ago but the way he begged me to continue simply kept me soft hearted and going back to him. I should have end it all earlier. It is not too late I guess. I just gotta be more determined. It is not that I have no more feelings for him anymore. The memory we have shared together and the feeling that is between us is still very strong. Sometimes I can just feel myself falling back into his arms because I want to but I gotta stop this feeling inside me cos he is just NOT THE ONE. I believe that last time his feelings were true but now he is just unsure of everything and just juggling, playing with all the feelings that exist. Probably he dun mean it and probably he is facing a very mixed up feeling but if you really like someone deep you really gotta face it straight and not going round the bends making me feel like I have been duped all along. I dun want to end up being cheated by him, I better save myself now. Anyway...take care..I dun think you will ever read this cos you dun read blogs but do take care. You better study hard for your future cos I know you dont.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok anyway...stuart's nationals are coming soon and he claims he is super scared...whatever it is..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;GOOD LUCK...WE WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO SUPPORT YOU! DUN WORRY YOU WILL DO DAM WELL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114467121283041299?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114467121283041299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114467121283041299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114467121283041299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114467121283041299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-sorting-it-out.html' title='Im sorting it out'/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114441816113770277</id><published>2006-04-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:56:01.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>My birthday was really simple. But the celebration I had on saturday at the electrico concert was simply great. I love it as I have said previously. Hehe. I kinda enjoyed this simple birthday anyway. It was like I went out a while with my kor after school and for goodness sake..HE LOST HIS WAY...haha But he found the place in the end. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway life has been quite bad. I skipped school on thursday but it was because I could not wake up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to end it all. I was living in this peaceful life of mine without anymore memories of that idiot. Then suddenly he burst back into this life of mine and telling me all these RUBBISH about how he feels, making things more complicated when everything could end so simply. He gave me some excuses that he admit in the end that he was actually lying, then twisting what he say and claiming the rest is the truth, sometimes he cry, showing me that he was not lying and that he is sincere about every word he says but I really do not know what to believe and what not to believe. But after one day of deep thinking I still decide to lead my own life. I love it this way and I want to keep it this way. Now I seem to understand that I love my friends more than how I feel for him. He is something that i want to hold on to but yet I know there will be totally no outcome of it at all. He is not even my type. This is the second time I am making it clear that I am letting go. i wonder why but sometimes when I meet him my heart go soft, it seems like when i see him I have this urge to want him back but yet after some thoughts I know I will straighten out everything and know that I cant go back to him. Everything is all different. I felt that he have taken advantage of my feelings. He was playing with me. Maybe during the relationship he was not. But now he is. He keeps me hanging with his really vague answers to my questions. I duno how to comprehend them. He ask me to wait. But he is truly not the one I am waiting for. I cant promise him that I can wait for him because the feeling is not there anymore. What is holding me onto him is the memories that we had together. Those memories were one of the deepest but yet I am just holding on for the sake of the memories and the happy times we did have together. But I guess its over. I do not even know if I want to wait for him or not. But sometimes I feel like if he comes back to me I may actually be happy but yet I know he is not my longterm guy. But maybe for now he is the one that can make me happy. But he is giving me so much unreasonable signals. I guess I will just continue with my life and maybe wait on but I cant assure the amount of time I would actually wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today talked to zhixin. Dam shiok man. It is like pouring out everything from our hearts and just bashing out all the irritating people. It seems like zhixin realises the amount of unhappiness in MG. I also understand what she is talking about. She hates people that I once hated. Those people are incorrigible. Sometimes some people are just HYPOCRITES. Friends should be there for each other and not just going to one another for fame. Its not even being urself. Anyway...no matter what..."ZHIXIN I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU...!" Always waiting for u to come to NJ one day...after o levels. Dun be too upset when u dun meet real friends because to me...UR MY BESTEST FRIEND EVER! and I will be urs...LOVE U BABEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/DSCI0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I miss all of you guys...Tmr going swimming I wonder how it would be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114441816113770277?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114441816113770277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114441816113770277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114441816113770277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114441816113770277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114397612787255645</id><published>2006-04-02T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T04:33:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sCHOOL</title><content type='html'>school always sucks on mondays and fridays...worst of all..SPIRE...omg omg omg. SO DAM INTERESTING. I smsed yanshan...saying I hate spire and she could actually reply "LOVE IT" I was like ...HYPOCRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I was playing with throuhout all the lessons. This cute little thing...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Image%28241%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno how I survived that whole day but I actually did.. CONGRATULATIONS..IN CELEBRATIONS. I totally rmb this song in my head. It was the song yanshan sang to me when I told her I broke up. This funny woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something peculiar happened on friday morning anyway. Our school crest was being vandalised. Duno who was responsible for it. But everyone there was like staring at it and taking out their cameras to capture a shot of it. Haha. Didnt manage to get a picture of it cos my phone cannot zoom much. But anyway today Sharon Phua spoke during assembly, I thought she was going to talk about the vandalism but instead she said something like... "if u see a suspiscious character, do not approach it" Everyone laughed. Which person in the right mind would approach a suspiscious character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...friday, cheok and yanshan and me was rushing to my hse and the bus took super long to come. We rushed to bathe...YANSHAN TOOK SUPER LONG...and then we rushed to buy food and then we rushed to school. ALL FOR SOUNDSCAPE. we are so sweet people. HAHA.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Me%20cheok%20sounds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Me%20and%20ys%20twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was us at soundscape. Hehe. Our stupid target keep hiding from us. So irritating. HEHE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next night was expresso. Super super fun la. We went to our own world "beauty world" haha. We bought vegetable that is EXPANDABLE. Hehe. Ok anyway. we bought that toy thingy also and we were both like speaking in this language that I do not understand as well. This accent. Haha. Yanshan is from Mumby and Im from Bombay...and ZHIX IS FROM BANGLADESH... haha ...zhix name is PONTIANEK... haha. Glad to meet all of them man &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and zhixin I miss her so much&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Me%20n%20zhix%20expresso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zhix me and melli&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Zhix%20me%20mel.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Who took a picture of our legs&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Leggies.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We without zhixin&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Expresso.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and yanshan feeling exam&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Me%20n%20ys.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrico rocks&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Electrico.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;EGO YANSHAN&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6580/407/320/Ego%20ys.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is my birthday sure dun have much things thats gonna be happening for me cos school ending dam late. Hehe. But lucky I celebrated it all on saturday. Haha. I am missing someone but I wonder if I am being missed by that someone as well. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114397612787255645?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114397612787255645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114397612787255645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114397612787255645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114397612787255645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/04/school.html' title='sCHOOL'/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114371757593970379</id><published>2006-03-30T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T03:19:35.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>Haha...ok..its like thursday and its almost the end of the week. I am so looking forward to the end of it all. Hehe. Simply cannot wait. School has been great lately. Been stuffing myself with lots of coffee to keep myself awake in the late nights to finish all my homework. Its not that I have no time to finish them, it is just that I tend to get restless once I am at home. I watch tv, surf the internet and take up almost the whole afternoon. I guess that is why I am left with only the evening. That is something I got to work on but it takes time man. I am a true slacker. A bit hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mrs Chan told us this joke about her husband being a engineer and that her husband has no sense of humour. He is someone that is seriously practical. A joke from her husband went like this. Do you think if the picture of the tiger printed on the tiger beer can is female or male? First reaction is, how would she know? Haha. The husband then said, it cannot be a girl, cos or else it would not be called tiger and be called tigress instead. I guess thats not a really funny joke. No kick one. haha.. But my classed burst out laughing. Haha. Probably because of all the add-ons Mrs Chan mentioned about her husband that made it all so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bad girl today. I SCARED TABITHA!!! Haha. I was at the raintree area in my school which overlooks the Science and Technology labs. I saw tab walk down that corridor. I smsed her saying that I saw her. She asked where I was. I replied I saw her walking down SnT labs and next I saw her running down the whole corridor and looking into the open doors. Haha. She then sms me to ask where I was. I asked her if she was done instead. HAHA. So in the end she called me, I changed my voice into a manly one. I was like "HELLO" and then she actually kept quiet. Then later I was like..."its me la" haha. Then she said she almost wanted to put down. She asked me where I was. I told her I am everywhere. Haha. Fine..then in the end I still told her where I was. Hehe. She was like "its dam scary la" haha. GREAT! I scared tabitha. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for tomorrow, got soundscape. Do not know what is in store for us but I think it would be great. Then saturday going out to celebrate my birthday, isnt that great? Haha. For me maybe. TAB YANSHAN AND ZHIXIN BETTER COME. YC U BETTER FETCH ME...! Haha. I cannot wait for the weekends. I want to go arcade. Then probably we can go race on the daytona or something again. The one that is super cheap. Then later got expresso. Haha. Hope it would really be a great night. Anyway life is good especially when there is no one to stress me and make me angry. Instead someone who can talk to me and make me laugh appeared. Thanks for everything. I know it would not last long but I am happy for now. And not to forget all my dearies out there supporting me when I was not in the mood. HEHE..LOVE U ALL SO MUCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114371757593970379?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114371757593970379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114371757593970379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114371757593970379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114371757593970379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/03/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114354699503461535</id><published>2006-03-28T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T03:56:35.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched two movies at one go. Haha. I love watching movies especially those that can make you laugh and go crazy. I mean some of them is simply hilarious. Haha.. Watched with yanshan on saturday the failure to launch and sunday went with my parents to watch big momma's house 2. Haha. Omg.. I think I totally laughed my heart out when I was watching failure to launch. And some idiot could actually call me in the middle of the movie and ask me how to download songs from limewire. Who else can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUMROLLS&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got to be blur blob&lt;br /&gt;haha. Zhixin. Omg...really blur blob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is like dam funny la. There was one part where the guy shot down a mockingbird then he actually went to perform CPR on the bird to save it. Omg...that scene was hilarious. Haha. There were many cute cute parts...got some sad parts also but overall I had a good laugh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big momma's house was also dam funny la. Especially the part where the big momma dance. Omg...its super disgusting and there was another part where the big momma was in a swim suit, swinging her hair and running on the beach, I almost laughed my head off. But the show was sweet. It was funny and touching at the end. Hehe. After the show went to eat Fish and Co. The food rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is getting more and more boring. OMG...duno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM REMIX...&lt;br /&gt;boom boom boom boom boom boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who understand good for you. Me and yanshan were like singing this the whole time. Dam funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAB SAY I LOOK LIKE A SUPERSTAR. Haha.. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YONG CHYE IS DAM UGLY...haha...chyechye...XIAOCAI...CHEY..and actually ur not that ugly la. Haha. But ur still quite ugly la. Omg...I am contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lotsa homework not done yet. I am so going to die like that. Since I have already drank a whole bottle of coffee, I think I should be able to stay up and finish up all these crap. Hehe. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114354699503461535?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114354699503461535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114354699503461535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114354699503461535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114354699503461535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-watched-two-movies-at-one-go.html' title=''/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114321256270802008</id><published>2006-03-24T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:06:19.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything so exciting</title><content type='html'>I do not know what happened to me but I am getting super excited about what is coming up. I have so many things planned for myself to go crazy but I am unsure if I can manage to complete this whole line of activities that I want to do. I guess I would have to struggle a bit. But just at the thought of what I might be able to do already cause me to be overjoyed. I wanna go to the WESTSIDE STORY. I watched it for music last year. I like the plot. Its something like Romeo and Juliet. But it is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling so much happier lately. Thanks for all the support I have gotten from all of my friends. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the internet and I saw really nice videos. Omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jamIFUbOsjg&amp;search=bu%20de%20bu%20AI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jamIFUbOsjg&amp;amp;search=bu%20de%20bu%20AI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. This one is super funny. The guys singing is super gayish la. Both of them actually. Notice the gay's actions. Its super funny. On the other hand, just by listening to the voice and looking at his actions you will feel super convinced that it was him singing. Haha. Its super funny. Zhixin introduced it to me. We laughed for a whole hour in total la. We even sang along. How idiot we sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/verify_age?next_url=/watch%3Fsearch%3Dmiming%26v%3DR5-Uo5cyeOc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/verify_age?next_url=/watch%3Fsearch%3Dmiming%26v%3DR5-Uo5cyeOc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another video. It is this guy who is miming according to the lyrics of a song. I guess all of my class people would have seen it. Haha. You may have to sign in to watch it but its worth it I guess. I have yet to find nicer videos. Zhixin brother is an expert at this so maybe I should ask zhixin if there is some more comedy videos that would make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life has been going pretty well. But sometimes I suspect people's aim for blogging. Some people have been backstabbing their friends on their blog. Causing a lot of trouble between people's reltionships. I was blog hopping a few days ago and I saw that. I feel its not right to blog about such stuff. I do not approve of it. What good have you done by doing that. Causing unhappiness between people. I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the MG musical. Probably tagging along with zhixin and melissa. Thats so fun. Its on first April. I heard that Electrico would be there to. Cant wait to see all my friends again. But once again I have not been able to ask Yanshan about it yet. OOPS! I think I shall not get too excited before anything is confirmed. I LOVE MY LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24393157-114321256270802008?l=far-from-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/114321256270802008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24393157&amp;postID=114321256270802008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114321256270802008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24393157/posts/default/114321256270802008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://far-from-reality.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-so-exciting.html' title='Everything so exciting'/><author><name>huggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610819585121550422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24393157.post-114285393600109162</id><published>2006-03-20T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T03:25:36.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again</title><content type='html'>I have been pretty slack in blogging and now I really feel like starting it all over again. Blogging and stuff. HAha. I didnt want to use my old blog addy as it was all too dead around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine, got a little bit troubled by some personal problems lately but I have kinda get over it. I got myself sorted out. At first I thought that everything was the fault of the other party but in the end I realised that I was deceiving myself. Im not saying that it was my fault just that I was deceiving myself about our compatibility. I mean if you see the things clear enough, you can see that both parties do not match a single bit. We struggled through, but we held on when we could have cut down the suffering if we had given it all up earlier. But I guess its over and everything is back to normal. Though sometimes I do feel the emptiness and the difference in my life but I just got to learn to cope with it. In life, its always important to move on and yet still be able to look back. It took me quite long to understand this point but somehow I understood it. I should not stress myself up so much about everything. So what if I screw everything up, as long as in the end I got what I want and I know my goals in life from now onwards I think I should be glad already. Sometimes things are not as bad as I thought it is, but it seems all pretty ok now. Im not ready to give in to my heart this time. Last time I used to give in to my sadness but now Im never going to do that. I am quite sure of what I want this time. Im sure that its time. Although it was time to end it all a long time ago but yet I chose to hold on but this time Im sure that its really time where I should just take a break from all these. It is over. I feel happier after writing this post somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools been kinda stressful as my results arent that ideal. I guess I got to work harder from now onwards. 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