<?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-11819156</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:53:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lurvehhurtx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1443259912119586479</id><published>2008-09-18T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:42:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/09/08 my darling's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;my darling's birthday is only 1 month after mine. i'm guilty for all the lost time without her, so i booked her in advance to celebrate her birthday. spent lotsa time to crack my brain and think of something special to do on her big day, but singapore is too small, thus so limited stuffs to do. as requested by her, we rejoiced the fun time in KBOX cineleisure. it has been a long time since i sang songs with her already.. staff was friendly, but sad thing that the lunch was not nice. nonetheless, we had FUNN~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzcDgxfChI/AAAAAAAAAzs/IBLFBUmBjzo/s1600-h/DSC03493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254816818129734162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzcDgxfChI/AAAAAAAAAzs/IBLFBUmBjzo/s200/DSC03493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzbv8cOjwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ga0iBZCwBuw/s1600-h/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254816481959382786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzbv8cOjwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ga0iBZCwBuw/s200/DSC03494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girl holding the mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzbXEeySRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/kDpIsEKcgyo/s1600-h/DSC03495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254816054620866834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzbXEeySRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/kDpIsEKcgyo/s320/DSC03495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOza80jYXMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/2m6eB6yh8wo/s1600-h/DSC03498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254815603668573378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOza80jYXMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/2m6eB6yh8wo/s320/DSC03498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dear girl =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after the singing session, we made our way to far east. wanna buy a pair of new shoes for work. walk and shop. meanwhile, we were wondering where to go later. hard to decide between clarke quay and vivo. convinced jinhong to go vivo xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;upon reaching there, our original plan was to buy a cake and treat it as a double birthday celebration for both of us (coz jinhong was unable to celebrate mine due to her exams). thus, we bought the blackforest cake from breadtalk. regretted it instantly. should have bought swensen's ice-cream cake, as the price difference was only a few bucks. then found a very nice restaurant called 'SERENITY'. staff was good enough to let us bring the cake in (: manager was friendly enough to take a pic for us ((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzZ86Ual_I/AAAAAAAAAzM/Hc0OGtMM3Yg/s1600-h/DSC03508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254814505704790002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzZ86Ual_I/AAAAAAAAAzM/Hc0OGtMM3Yg/s320/DSC03508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzY-0hEuwI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GRKakdjLNRQ/s1600-h/DSC03510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254813438995380994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzY-0hEuwI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GRKakdjLNRQ/s320/DSC03510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the blackforest cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzYXSIsN6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/Ialr471CYrc/s1600-h/DSC03513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254812759751407522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzYXSIsN6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/Ialr471CYrc/s200/DSC03513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzXoZIN9wI/AAAAAAAAAy0/fvp_PRotbPg/s1600-h/DSC03516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254811954174621442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzXoZIN9wI/AAAAAAAAAy0/fvp_PRotbPg/s200/DSC03516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wishes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzXEoHhDeI/AAAAAAAAAys/N77AFhKVwZw/s1600-h/DSC03517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254811339722919394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzXEoHhDeI/AAAAAAAAAys/N77AFhKVwZw/s320/DSC03517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; let's blow the candles together!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzWDlV_cCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/GpftCmFgoIg/s1600-h/DSC03520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254810222286827554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzWDlV_cCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/GpftCmFgoIg/s320/DSC03520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my rose beer, her madras, our baileys chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzVanba_dI/AAAAAAAAAyc/JntHqimxQno/s1600-h/DSC03522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254809518471839186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzVanba_dI/AAAAAAAAAyc/JntHqimxQno/s200/DSC03522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzUNGnr9TI/AAAAAAAAAyM/7JaTWE8wRCw/s1600-h/DSC03523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254808186814985522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzUNGnr9TI/AAAAAAAAAyM/7JaTWE8wRCw/s200/DSC03523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.. im serving her~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we chatted til late evening. the day made us tired, but we were happy to have each other's company. in the past, the misunderstanding caused us to drift apart. both of us were too stubborn to close the gap. thus, we missed out so much little moments, forgetting the fact that we had known each other for years. it was rather sad for such a friendship to sour just like that. frankly speaking, i'm really glad that we are back again, able to share everything with each other. and wanna tell my girl that she did mature alot. i observe it through her actions and words. keep it up, girl. i can see the good changes in you =)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SPlfYfwKF7I/AAAAAAAAA28/xhXft-2jgdk/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258338914376751026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SPlfYfwKF7I/AAAAAAAAA28/xhXft-2jgdk/s200/DSC02577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SPlff3_s0II/AAAAAAAAA3E/x3uo0P7dyII/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258339041143476354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SPlff3_s0II/AAAAAAAAA3E/x3uo0P7dyII/s200/DSC02578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from me to her ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258339318795124258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SPlfwCVAviI/AAAAAAAAA3U/T5WSN4rzvvU/s320/DSC02629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is her big big gift to me =P very touched!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-1443259912119586479?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1443259912119586479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1443259912119586479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1443259912119586479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1443259912119586479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2008/10/180908-my-darlings-birthday.html' title='18/09/08 my darling&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzcDgxfChI/AAAAAAAAAzs/IBLFBUmBjzo/s72-c/DSC03493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2838530759378956903</id><published>2008-09-08T21:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:25:11.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo trip with darlingg &lt;3</title><content type='html'>today is a special day. it is my photo trip with JINHONG darling. i suggest to go sentosa, and we make our way there. a huge MISTAKE. the weather is like crap loh. hot hot HOT! haha. and we do not see any hunks. zzz~ but we have fun in the ' i do' corner. romantic wor. lol. but i really miss her much. and we enjoy ourselves today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzBANb-Y0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/zlQPVkwHVCM/s1600-h/DSC03379(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254787074585682754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzBANb-Y0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/zlQPVkwHVCM/s320/DSC03379(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my girl =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzAtNyoklI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1_-T3KX6mLM/s1600-h/DSC03385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254786748263207506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzAtNyoklI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1_-T3KX6mLM/s320/DSC03385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 'i do' corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzAE3Cb2VI/AAAAAAAAAu8/2K79px3yADE/s1600-h/DSC03390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254786054960699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzAE3Cb2VI/AAAAAAAAAu8/2K79px3yADE/s320/DSC03390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we left our footprints there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOy-0vWiCVI/AAAAAAAAAus/yoGEpI1OTsE/s1600-h/DSC03402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254784678507972946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOy-0vWiCVI/AAAAAAAAAus/yoGEpI1OTsE/s200/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOy_XYPGIYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Ru0oxVM4XDU/s1600-h/DSC03403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254785273598189954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOy_XYPGIYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Ru0oxVM4XDU/s200/DSC03403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOy-P9I0-KI/AAAAAAAAAuk/TVep-JeHEz0/s1600-h/DSC03405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254784046553430178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOy-P9I0-KI/AAAAAAAAAuk/TVep-JeHEz0/s320/DSC03405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the beach tram (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;more photos but i lazy to upload so much. u guys can find them in my facebook =) well, we drop by cityhall after the sentosa trip. coz jinhong wanna hand in the form for RCCC. we going back to work for F1. but i forget to bring the docs ): mmm. we go around, hunting for familiar faces. saw dear christina, linda, cindy, irene, cecilia, lionel, james and KELVIN UNCLE! argh. miss them all~ we are so ki siao. got this rush to get back to work fast. haha. soon soon bah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2838530759378956903?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2838530759378956903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2838530759378956903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2838530759378956903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2838530759378956903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-trip-with-darlingg-3.html' title='photo trip with darlingg &lt;3'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzBANb-Y0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/zlQPVkwHVCM/s72-c/DSC03379(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-7282870321202020515</id><published>2008-08-30T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:28:35.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DTRM 04 BBQ =)</title><content type='html'>exams are over. wooHOO~! and DTRM 04 BBQ lasted for 3days actually. went to the chalet at around late afternoon. waited for the rest, then some of us had dinner at the foodcourt on the first day. guess what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254799335720065490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzMJ5uNmdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/14ug7NU88sc/s320/DSC02085.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;eeeky jianhong with red shorts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzL1Y32p3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/gCBiewIdMbY/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798983304750962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzL1Y32p3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/gCBiewIdMbY/s320/DSC02087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nigel and his signature pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzLvLoOMZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/XikzTziQDfs/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798876670308754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzLvLoOMZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/XikzTziQDfs/s320/DSC02090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;three tables -&gt; not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzLr3KZKTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/je2SI50qOGY/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798819636881714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzLr3KZKTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/je2SI50qOGY/s320/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i did not stayover, so kinda missed out all those gossips on the first night. arrr. heng mel updated me. *winks* well, i went in very very early to wake them up. some were sleeping like logs. and some could not fall asleep. like joe, jianhong, qinghuang. we woke nigel up!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzLjiEFizI/AAAAAAAAAxc/pVo7-PPdsFc/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798676534332210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzLjiEFizI/AAAAAAAAAxc/pVo7-PPdsFc/s320/DSC02104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tsk. the sleeping positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzLSOwG8yI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jBCrZC5RHKY/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798379292488482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzLSOwG8yI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jBCrZC5RHKY/s320/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that were qinghuang's legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzKgllCoCI/AAAAAAAAAws/zwbQhvPX4JI/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254797526426624034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzKgllCoCI/AAAAAAAAAws/zwbQhvPX4JI/s320/DSC02172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; morning swimming. here they went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzKNQ64WxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Fc-va17iAIk/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254797194463566610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzKNQ64WxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Fc-va17iAIk/s200/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzKHL7TLiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/_g73JZcrKPM/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254797090043932194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzKHL7TLiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/_g73JZcrKPM/s200/DSC02164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzJu3Z_GnI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ckFLVmveOBk/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796672218634866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzJu3Z_GnI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ckFLVmveOBk/s200/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzJ8GTgtMI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FcH0O988AY4/s1600-h/DSC02156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796899556308162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzJ8GTgtMI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FcH0O988AY4/s200/DSC02156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the four famous musketeers xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254797794702386994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzKwM-95zI/AAAAAAAAAw0/minBMMkgLEA/s320/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those hairy legs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzK4hxmWuI/AAAAAAAAAw8/qfAB7Q5LOVA/s1600-h/DSC02175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254797937722415842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzK4hxmWuI/AAAAAAAAAw8/qfAB7Q5LOVA/s200/DSC02175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzK_hLUJJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eaxKRM5CAac/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798057820923026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzK_hLUJJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eaxKRM5CAac/s200/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gayish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;swimming session ended, and the girls were soon awake. hungry from the swimming. we had lunch at pastamania. i had stingray pasta, while mel had the mushroom pizza. yumyum~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzJVuK6xpI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ztgG7RFEcUA/s1600-h/DSC02218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796240242787986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzJVuK6xpI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ztgG7RFEcUA/s200/DSC02218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzJZgMPyMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/BK4bkP2nV94/s1600-h/DSC02221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796305209739458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzJZgMPyMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/BK4bkP2nV94/s200/DSC02221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went back to the chalet. followed by some gossip breaks for the girls. juicy juicy news~!!! the guys started the fire for the BBQ out there. nigel brought in the catering food. and we were ready for the night! *busy busy busy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzI0WfizNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/YE9BZbX1vCM/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254795666951163090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzI0WfizNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/YE9BZbX1vCM/s320/DSC02247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzGMFT7JOI/AAAAAAAAAvs/a4ZGMPR6vxU/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254792776121001186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzGMFT7JOI/AAAAAAAAAvs/a4ZGMPR6vxU/s200/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzGIbIOt5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/RTitPgw4TLw/s1600-h/DSC02251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254792713258055570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzGIbIOt5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/RTitPgw4TLw/s200/DSC02251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel became the satay girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzF_EpYUtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/NLZhbssR8bM/s1600-h/DSC02255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254792552604259026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzF_EpYUtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/NLZhbssR8bM/s200/DSC02255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzF6PtNA-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7BS4as_D3TU/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254792469673739234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzF6PtNA-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7BS4as_D3TU/s200/DSC02261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nigel was eating my burnt marshmallow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ate. drank. chatted. lazed. time passed by fast. actually it was a farewell celebration for diana, chenise and shu ting, as they gonna head off to disney. hugged them and time to say farewell. all shu ting's fault. started the crying virus. then my tears dropped, followed by mel's. then CHENISE! can you guys believe it?! chenise leh. haha. well, its kinda sad coz they gotta leave us for 5months. argh! cant wait for the next DTRM 04 gathering.. it was very nice of diana to drive (with nigel as the traffic guide =P) me, mel, gwean and irene to the nearest mrt station. later heard from mel that the car broke down, but heng they were alright. phew~! *for all the fun, joy and laughter we had, i love DTRM 04* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-7282870321202020515?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/7282870321202020515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=7282870321202020515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7282870321202020515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7282870321202020515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2008/09/dtrm-04-bbq.html' title='DTRM 04 BBQ =)'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SOzMJ5uNmdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/14ug7NU88sc/s72-c/DSC02085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4519289734790599326</id><published>2008-08-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:59:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IL LIDO.</title><content type='html'>maybe some of you guys din know that i'm currently working in il lido restaurant located at the sentosa golf club. the pay is pretty good, but the management abit dots dots. haha. but JAMIE dear is there! :) and danish is the big bully. i like to punch peter's solid tummy. BLEH. alrights. below are some pictures of the italian restaurant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-o9JlisI/AAAAAAAAAuc/eZTtrysK4CU/s1600-h/DSC01291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249647557728373442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-o9JlisI/AAAAAAAAAuc/eZTtrysK4CU/s320/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-Zfpx0fI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UcDRR4VujXo/s1600-h/DSC01288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249647292112294386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-Zfpx0fI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UcDRR4VujXo/s200/DSC01288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-fuxRJ2I/AAAAAAAAAuU/OV5EZdy2aog/s1600-h/DSC01287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249647399249454946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-fuxRJ2I/AAAAAAAAAuU/OV5EZdy2aog/s200/DSC01287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the indoor dining area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-FqlGxLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Wbuk3cElF_0/s1600-h/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646951448102066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-FqlGxLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Wbuk3cElF_0/s200/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-Ka1Ft3I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ihgCaMwJMyU/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249647033119520626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp-Ka1Ft3I/AAAAAAAAAuE/ihgCaMwJMyU/s200/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the private dining room area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp971ydF0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/CjBbQy1f7kc/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646782658189122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp971ydF0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/CjBbQy1f7kc/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; facing the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp92XSPHKI/AAAAAAAAAts/erziksWHPxQ/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646688570645666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp92XSPHKI/AAAAAAAAAts/erziksWHPxQ/s200/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp9xUOvMRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/YvlB7rFS6BY/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646601851318546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp9xUOvMRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/YvlB7rFS6BY/s200/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the alfresco dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp9l-joHaI/AAAAAAAAAtc/H0FxTSDQKlY/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646407054794146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp9l-joHaI/AAAAAAAAAtc/H0FxTSDQKlY/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bar counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp9bXNwaKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/uhdGRzwfO-Y/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646224695388322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp9bXNwaKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/uhdGRzwfO-Y/s200/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp9fdNKd_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ufg7W4uGrdg/s1600-h/DSC01303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646295022991346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp9fdNKd_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ufg7W4uGrdg/s200/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comfy indoor bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4519289734790599326?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4519289734790599326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8792515335554626864</id><published>2008-08-19T01:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:38:02.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cake to satisfy my sweet tooth~</title><content type='html'>it was such a surprise! daddy bought me a birthday cake. coz the birthday cake tradition did not exist in the family when i grew older. i still remembered the last cake i had for birthday was a rectangular barbie cake. well well, he celebrated it on the 19th. he didnt forget my birthday. there was just some misunderstanding in between. not worth mentioning too~ but yeah. i love the cake! got my favourite strawberries xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp5JWQXpXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ibCB2XhzaT8/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249641517153756530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp5JWQXpXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ibCB2XhzaT8/s320/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp4bx-UFNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/w3k6hGDgo-Y/s1600-h/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249640734320235730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp4bx-UFNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/w3k6hGDgo-Y/s200/DSC02022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp4jdPGMII/AAAAAAAAAss/a0HJQQhJTT0/s1600-h/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249640866192437378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp4jdPGMII/AAAAAAAAAss/a0HJQQhJTT0/s200/DSC02025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy&amp;amp;mummy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp4Hn9ZF0I/AAAAAAAAAsU/KibRiqY3y2c/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249640388034631490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp4Hn9ZF0I/AAAAAAAAAsU/KibRiqY3y2c/s320/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the disfigured cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp30tPpejI/AAAAAAAAAsM/mAgts32NWFQ/s1600-h/DSC02047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249640063035865650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp30tPpejI/AAAAAAAAAsM/mAgts32NWFQ/s320/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YUM YUM!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THANKIES ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-8792515335554626864?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8792515335554626864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=8792515335554626864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8792515335554626864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8792515335554626864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2008/08/cake-to-satisfy-my-sweet-tooth.html' title='cake to satisfy my sweet tooth~'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNp5JWQXpXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ibCB2XhzaT8/s72-c/DSC02019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2336162451630770418</id><published>2008-08-18T03:52:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:20:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 years old on 18/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;heya guys. yes i admit my blog was so dead these few months. busied myself with projects, tests, psycho stuffs. and then, exams coming soon. 4papers this time round. maths, tourism law, resort management and airline service management. the exam week starts today, which is 18/08/08!!! suay.. but heng first paper is on 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday was at work. jamie surprised me with something. no wonder she keep browsing cupcakes webbies recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249612429294103234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpesNiM6sI/AAAAAAAAAq8/oMXfgI7Lhp4/s320/DSC01947.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;TA-DAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;loviees to JAMIE dear!~ later that night, peter, danish, kristel, fateha also wished me happy birthday =) and i got to know from shu ling that i got into sentosa for my internship. abit stunned. but quite happy i guess.&lt;/p&gt;after work, met aaron in vivo. finally i got the bottle of sand from thailand =D, and some other stuffs~ we ate ben&amp;amp;jerry's ice-cream. he made me guess the flavours -.- reached home and talked to silly girl over the phone for some while. i miss her real much! haha. then my dear joey waited for midnight to wish me happy birthday before he went to bed, though he had school the next day. so sweet right. but hey lil bro, where's my present?! lol. met joe, shu ling, joyce and da jie at cityhall mrt. went to new york new york for lunch. settled ourselves in a sorta cabin. then food, food, FOOD!~ &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpr60kT_8I/AAAAAAAAArE/NlzD2mRlE0A/s1600-h/DSCN3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249626973941268418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpr60kT_8I/AAAAAAAAArE/NlzD2mRlE0A/s200/DSCN3399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpsmqXz4xI/AAAAAAAAArM/Pn3xS7-OKwQ/s1600-h/DSCN3400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249627727118721810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpsmqXz4xI/AAAAAAAAArM/Pn3xS7-OKwQ/s200/DSCN3400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNptJOf1ewI/AAAAAAAAArU/5H_9il4plWA/s1600-h/DSCN3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249628320931609346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNptJOf1ewI/AAAAAAAAArU/5H_9il4plWA/s200/DSCN3401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNptvW0MA8I/AAAAAAAAArc/WKi3OvTtVSA/s1600-h/DSCN3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249628975999484866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNptvW0MA8I/AAAAAAAAArc/WKi3OvTtVSA/s200/DSCN3402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249629876553484642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpujxo_iWI/AAAAAAAAArk/xICVDNcbejk/s320/DSCN3394.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpwclHuxaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/u-rMuGR0Ozs/s1600-h/DSCN3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249631951956919714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpwclHuxaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/u-rMuGR0Ozs/s200/DSCN3437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpvCnlJoWI/AAAAAAAAArs/qIMZOzDhH7I/s1600-h/DSCN3417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249630406428959074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpvCnlJoWI/AAAAAAAAArs/qIMZOzDhH7I/s200/DSCN3417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpxXNnqnFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/awyQ3qwVGeE/s1600-h/DSCN3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249632959260695634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpxXNnqnFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/awyQ3qwVGeE/s200/DSCN3449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpx0BAj50I/AAAAAAAAAsE/vhohE58A2vU/s1600-h/DSCN3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249633454091659074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpx0BAj50I/AAAAAAAAAsE/vhohE58A2vU/s200/DSCN3415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;had much fun =) then walked all the way to suntec. da jie had a haircut. 50bucks and she lost so much hair. haha. me and joyce had a high time in cottonOn. we tried on so much clothes, and bitched abt each other's figures :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankies to everyone for the wishes *smiles* shuling, joey, mingwei, yong kiat, jinhong, huiting, elisha, two eugenes, desmond kristy, bryan ho, sihua, matt, steven, joyce, sileng, richard, malcolm, crystal, aska, darren, jianhong, ivan, huiling, tianlai, mr gavin lee, eddie, jansen, wind, zihao, takumi, ching, kenji..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. names may not be in sequence, and some of you guys may be missed out. apologies~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2336162451630770418?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2336162451630770418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2336162451630770418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2336162451630770418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2336162451630770418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2008/08/19-years-old-on-180808.html' title='19 years old on 18/08/08'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SNpesNiM6sI/AAAAAAAAAq8/oMXfgI7Lhp4/s72-c/DSC01947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-570540516936232184</id><published>2008-07-31T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:16:05.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it again.</title><content type='html'>i thought everything had already ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crackles of passion, sparks of desire~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm badly bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came and left again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-570540516936232184?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/570540516936232184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=570540516936232184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/570540516936232184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/570540516936232184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-did-it-again.html' title='i did it again.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-848452897482647373</id><published>2008-05-19T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:58:49.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a mess.</title><content type='html'>it started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;how did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;it was only one night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, so passionate&lt;br /&gt;your eyes, dreamily cute&lt;br /&gt;your scent, is my indulgence&lt;br /&gt;your lips, longing for mine&lt;br /&gt;your hands, hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;your touch, featherly light&lt;br /&gt;your hug, comfortably warm&lt;br /&gt;your desire, union with mine&lt;br /&gt;this moment, blooming with passion, never to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a grave mistake after all. but this foolish me just helplessly committed it. and there was no turning back. i can only pick up the pieces, and give up whatever i dumbly believed in. that day, his sudden sms to arrange a meeting is my motivation to end my work as soon as possible. anxiety accumulated inside me. it has been around 2months since i last seen him. in between, our connection was cut off by his busy schedule. and somehow, we are reconnected recently. as happy as i am, i longed for his presence, his care and concern, his 'hahaha'. just him is enough. that night, i thought the closeness will help him to regain his direction, but apparently it failed. his usual coldness, his frequent 'sorries', his indifferent behaviour. our distance, it scares me. thinking back, he used to be so sweet, caring and funny. everything he said is so promising, yet every word comes untrue. the empty hopes penetrate my heart thoroughly. slowly, he seems like an unfamiliar figure to me. frighteningly unfamiliar. he never know how i feel. he always ask me not to think too much. but my feelings are bugging me lots. he just leave me hanging there, aimlessly. insignificant to him, i'm feeling damn tired. it's time to wake myself up. and let go...i guess my absence is not going to affect him much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for playing, GAME OVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-848452897482647373?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6082778468561401051</id><published>2008-05-15T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:06:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>i don't understand love. i don't understand relationships. i don't understand what i'm supposed to be doing with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there was a time when he was the centre of my world. we did everything together. now my centre has shifted, it's back in me. i have other interests. i have my dreams and not all of them include him. it doesn't mean i dont love him and it doesn't mean i'm going to leave him. he's just not such an important part of my life right now. but that's not to say he won't be again. i'm not sitting around waiting for him to change, but when he does, i'll be around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love VOW: i charge you to see the meaning of life through the changing prism of your love; to nurture each other to fullness and wholeness; and in learning to love each other more deeply, learn to love the creation in which the mystery of your love has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. this is just a very random entry. im juggling with asm tutorial, law project and psycho video viewing, all at the same time! and worse still, im feeling sleepy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-6082778468561401051?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6082778468561401051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6082778468561401051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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back school tomorrow! woohoo. i feel so sick staying at home. and so demoralized when i saw the differentiation tutorial. the basic product and quotient rule are quite alright for me. i reached the application part and went stunned. alsolutely no idea of how to work that out. i need help!! so so i must go school for maths class. and i think i got lotsa stuffs to catch up. haiz~ price to pay when u missed lessons ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey. i got a great bunch of friends. especially my two besties. melissa and shu ling =) they took turns to type the tutorials and send to me via emails. and they sorta distributed my part for IMIT project. well, i am so damn touched by their acts. and girls, u dont have to apologise for sending the emails late to me. it is really nice of u to make effort to send them to me. i cant thank you enough. *hugs~ and much thankies to my fellow friends who showed concern during my spotty period. that include qinghuang, diana, mingwei, nigel, shu ting, joe, joyce, jaz. si hua, cherie, jinhong, eugene, anfransen, seetoh, yong kiat, desmond, ken. bryan, fabien, iverson, ivan, shayne. and not forgetting my dear joey who brought me to see the doctor. he even cooked barley for me, and packed food for me. so sweet right. mummy and daddy too~ they do care after all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this 1week plus, i read books. lol. to kill time. came across some interesting food for thought. firstly. illusion and reality? which is better? can illusion be reality? well, illusion is actually based on reality. all your dreams are just the best possible outcome for your reality. for example, when you are in love with someone, you dream of being with them all the time. &lt;em&gt;it sounds right yah?. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, everytime you get a crush on someone, you get a bit of hope, a flash of future, something to look forward to, something to live for. when you get dumped or rejected, that's all taken. you survived perfectly well before you met that person, but when they are removed from the equation, you sense a much greater loss. and that's because the loss is greater than the person. you are not just mourning their passing, you are mourning the death of possibility. the possibility of making your life different. &lt;em&gt;this whole chunk is definitely profound and worth digesting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thirdly, anything humans may want is contradictory. for instance, how to construct a happy balance in finding a mate?&lt;/em&gt; i like the idea of someone glamorous, but that would make me inferior. i'd like someone to snuggle up and watch tv with, but i'm worried about getting too cosy and addictive and slipping into a coma. i'd like someone funny but if they were japing and joking the whole time, that would get on my nerves. i want a real man who's sensitive and considerate. i want him to be attentive, but i don't want to suffocate me. i want him to be outrageously sexy but not remotely flirtatious with other women. i want him to have a mysterious allure but not be distant. &lt;em&gt;sometimes, we just have to give and take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fourthly, a ring given by a man to the woman he loves symbolises affection.&lt;/em&gt; it seems to throb on the finger, sending a message, 'someone wanted me so much that he married me! i am loved!' the ring was a visible seal of approval. men would look at her and know that another man had road-tested me and given her the thumbs up. she feels strangely assured in public places, as if the ring is a physical symbol that she is protected, that she doesn't stand alone, that if anyone messes with her, he'd be accountable to another person. &lt;em&gt;haha. the magic that a ring can do to women. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alriteys. gotta go back to continue reading through my tutorials le. mmm. boring ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4714971324329771373</id><published>2008-04-30T23:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:19:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days at home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiaA_hgL4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/5W7Qt-XFc1M/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195071512014499714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiaA_hgL4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/5W7Qt-XFc1M/s200/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZ8fhgL3I/AAAAAAAAAqk/vS7Q0nbIpvE/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195071434705088370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZ8fhgL3I/AAAAAAAAAqk/vS7Q0nbIpvE/s200/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;heya guys. yupyup. im down with chicken pox. a big thanks to my joey didi. he even called me a chicken poxer. what the heck! the poxes are damn torturing. they made me tired easily, yet they itched and pained me. i could not sleep for 2 damn nights. even with my aircon on. zzz! and i got to take this expensive medicine. 50 tablets for 100 bucks! kinda heart pain when bought it. but it sort of had some effect on me. controlled the poxes to flourish on me. haha. well well. i think i look terrible now. hope the poxes are kind enough not to leave any scars on my face. most importantly my face. if i cant get married coz of these scars, then gotta ask mummy to yang me liao. if not find the culprit take responsibility. dumb dumb joey tan! wahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZkvhgL2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/KfspbXp-lOc/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195071026683195234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZkvhgL2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/KfspbXp-lOc/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mmm. everyone take a look at this picture. is it a pig, cow or sheep? MR JOE QUAK argues with me that it is a cow. hey! in what ways do it look like a cow? the nose is rather obvious. it is a PIG definitely! at last, joe admits that im correct =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZgfhgL1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZnCpF4szC8c/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195070953668751186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZgfhgL1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZnCpF4szC8c/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mmm. this is just a random picture. compared the apple to the can of soya bean drink. its freaking small. gosh~! shu ling bought this teeny weeny apple to sch. and she ate it! but me and mel took the picture before the cute apple ended up in her stomach. haha. and nigel, being so kind, gave me his soya bean drink to put beside the apple for better comparison :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZSPhgLzI/AAAAAAAAAqE/wfOn_Wo3Q5I/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195070708855615282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZSPhgLzI/AAAAAAAAAqE/wfOn_Wo3Q5I/s200/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZX_hgL0I/AAAAAAAAAqM/bsUTuQ9nXtM/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195070807639863106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBiZX_hgL0I/AAAAAAAAAqM/bsUTuQ9nXtM/s200/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my first day work at Il'Lido restaurant. so many ang mohs. haha. shuai ones :P and til then i knew my job position is guest relations officer. part time de. haha. reached home around 1am plus. damn suay. ended work and went to wait for the yellow line bus to pick me up to take the harbourfront bus. it came at 1145pm. dots. by the time, i arrived at harbourfront mrt was almost 1210am. missed the train of coz, so took the last bus back home. whole bus only me -_- so i took pictures of the streets when the bus stopped at the traffic lights. and soon after i fell asleep and wakey with dried contact lenses inside my eyes. horrible. struggled all the way home. dont think i gotta work fridays again. perhaps only the weekends bah. gotta talk to Gen about it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4714971324329771373?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4714971324329771373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5333881405516447309</id><published>2008-04-25T00:36:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:55:29.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days of fun, joy and laughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC8JPhgLnI/AAAAAAAAAok/WFpGYZH23zg/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192857237330079346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC8JPhgLnI/AAAAAAAAAok/WFpGYZH23zg/s200/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC7XvhgLmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/yVrt2K3gTYo/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192856386926554722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC7XvhgLmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/yVrt2K3gTYo/s200/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC7D_hgLlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/DQ3DCd1c8fo/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192856047624138322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC7D_hgLlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/DQ3DCd1c8fo/s200/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered it was last wednesday that we went to eat ice-cream =) me, jianhong and shu ling. sch ended early so we made our way down to jurong point. jianhong treated us waffle ice-cream. yummilicious~! from the pictures in order: milo and mocha (jianhong's), horlick and cookies cream (shu ling), oreo cheesecake and choco cookies (mine!) haha. some choco chips are sandwiched inside the waffle. hmmm. wonderful indulgence for my sweet tooth. we ate and chatted. as usual, jianhong keep suaning me ): (though i quite missed his suaning during the holidays) but sometimes it wont have so much impact when i got used to it. and i laughed along with him~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC_PPhgLqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/isV7W89lccg/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860638944177826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC_PPhgLqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/isV7W89lccg/s200/DSC00531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC_VvhgLrI/AAAAAAAAApE/V3_cK3cYQJ0/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860750613327538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC_VvhgLrI/AAAAAAAAApE/V3_cK3cYQJ0/s200/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it was a fine sunday afternoon. persuaded joe to pei me go sentosa. he went with me, though the typical joe kept complaining that e sentosa entrance fee was so expensive. i had an interview at an italian restaurant in the sentosa golf club. scared i lost my way, so asked joe to lead the way. and i took snapshots of him secretly~ shhh =x haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861124275482322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC_rfhgLtI/AAAAAAAAApU/vU9e3WFdmmQ/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i just simply love sceneries. though lotsa of them looked artificial. but i took many many pics of the trees, ferns, flowers, grass, water at sentosa. but cant possibly upload every single of them in my blog yah. another thing, joe nagged at me for spoiling his dream of bringing his gf to sentosa one day. lol! so sorry la, but joe was good at looking maps. though he made me walked so much during our small exporing trip in sentosa ): sweaty yet FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBDAAvhgLvI/AAAAAAAAApk/xrNO5PugL-4/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861489347702514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBDAAvhgLvI/AAAAAAAAApk/xrNO5PugL-4/s200/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBDANPhgLwI/AAAAAAAAAps/32_V0O1zjU0/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861704096067330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBDANPhgLwI/AAAAAAAAAps/32_V0O1zjU0/s200/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my interview was quite successful coz i was requested to start work as soon as possible. maybe they needed people bah. lol. then joe, in order to fully utilise our $3 entrance fee, decided to bring me around sentosa. without paying any extra money. i was excited coz so so long never go sentosa le. but joe dont wanna step near the beach ): the above picture was the stupid dragon trail he psychoed me into walking. kena bitten by damn mosquitoes =S and the trail was damn long. we gave up halfway. oops~! the dragon was so fake by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBDAmfhgLyI/AAAAAAAAAp8/uJwfbJHnLW8/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192862137887764258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBDAmfhgLyI/AAAAAAAAAp8/uJwfbJHnLW8/s200/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBDAVfhgLxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/AjBQKV8SYQ0/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861845829988114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBDAVfhgLxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/AjBQKV8SYQ0/s200/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sentosa, we shld not miss out the glorious merlion! we walked around it, and watched the so-called waterfalls below the merlion sculpture. and i just caught the view of carlsberg tower from below. haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, enough of sentosa, we couldnt tahan the heat, or shld i say, the humidity. so took the sentosa express back to harbourfront mrt. to VIVOCITY. lol. to chill and have ice-cream!~ guess my sweet tooth was acting on me again. then guess we all real tired bah, so headed home :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiee. let's talk about now. it's almost 2am le and i haven slp. zzz~ tomorrow i have work at 6pm. to sentosa! haha. but the lessons for tomorrow are so so sian. long long slpy day for me =X oh yah. my joey didi sprained his big right toe. wahaha. guess what. coz he wanna get off the swing. gosh. imagine it. so so funny. ohoh. *i'm evil* ask mummy rub rub his toe loh. hope it will get better. and he can go school later =) boys like to create trouble for mummies de~ tsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5333881405516447309?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5333881405516447309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5333881405516447309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5333881405516447309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5333881405516447309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2008/04/days-of-fun-joy-and-laughter.html' title='days of fun, joy and laughter.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SBC8JPhgLnI/AAAAAAAAAok/WFpGYZH23zg/s72-c/DSC00526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4231031167716310320</id><published>2008-04-15T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:08:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first entry for 2008</title><content type='html'>today is 15 april 2008. gonna have a short entry here. coz im not feeling too well recently. perhaps due to my dumb dumb bro's chicken pox virus. gosh~! please please shoo away from me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, wanna apologise to uncle MALCOLM. coz i promise him to update my blog before sch reopens. but but. today is the 2nd day of school le. im so so sorry. well, i wanna thank my loyal readers (shu ling, jinhong, jazreel, and not to forget uncle malcolm) who have been checking back my blog regularly for updates. im rather touched yah =) haha. i guess my blog is full of spiderwebs now. so anyone out there wanna volunteer to help me clean it up. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. new semester, new start. im gonna take things easily, and deals with whatever that comes in my way. though alot of things happened during the lost months i didnt update abt, i will slowly put them in my upcoming blog entries. and i do hope i can keep my blog lively. only if i have the time to do so. especially with one huge research paper in psychology. very sian. damn sian with the tutor lee ee tat~ he is really ultimately boring! omg. i didnt learn anything for the 3hrs ytd except for some theory about work relations. now then i realise i miss mr ng eng poh. and i miss miss tan yen yen so so much =x i seriously dont know how i am going to survive in the consecutive lessons. sighh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giddiness back to me again. guess i gotta stop here le. tomorrow is ronald's tutorial at 10am! :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4231031167716310320?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4231031167716310320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4231031167716310320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4231031167716310320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4231031167716310320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-entry-for-2008.html' title='first entry for 2008'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-7770504307316508272</id><published>2007-12-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:41:55.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reBorn girl</title><content type='html'>woah! it has been more than 1month since my last post. i can literally see cobwebs hanging in my blog. lols. the past month equates to DAMN BUSY. chiong report datelines, prepare for presentations, study my psychology tests. haix. stressed and totally worn out. not enough sleep for the whole few weeks. pek chek. finally the 2weeks break is here, but no difference made. cause when school reopens, projects, presentations and reports follow through. plus another dreadful stuff: tests! argh. simply no life at all. soon soon there will be exams for GOM &amp;amp; GBE. year 2 semester 2 is like a breeze to me. so fast-paced with no stopagges. please spare some thought for DTRM students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with help from jaz and miss tan, light was shredded onto the facts that how badly he treated me. realization struck upon me and i am able to pull myself out of the emotional turmoil before i sink deeper. definitely i did feel pain when the damage was done. yet the experience is valuable. i learn to be stronger on my feet and not let anyone change the person i am. the self-identification is very important. due to psychology, it dawns on me that i'm a mixture of visual, kinematics and auditory digital person. thus, if someone is to bring some light in my gloomy love life, it will be quite vital that he meets my requirements for those aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visually: i have a fantansy of how he must look like to capture my attention. stands at 1.75m or above. with a slightly V-shaped body. cool tattoos on chest or arms. neat-pressed formal wear. folded-up sleeves will be cool. clean-shaven (i think goatee is special). nice smell of cologne (e.g beverly hills polo club, calvin klein's eternity, hugo boss). a car is a plus point (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings and thinkings should be assessed together. &lt;em&gt;he certainly has to respect me&lt;/em&gt;, no hurling insults or raising his voice at him. i do not want an abusive relationship and i believe everything can be sorted out peacefully if both parties are willing. &lt;em&gt;he must love me for who i am and accept me the way i am.&lt;/em&gt; i think it is very difficult to change a person's character, but both should accommodate each other's intolerable points in a relationship. hey, no one is perfect. love can overcome the inperfectness of a relationship. &lt;em&gt;he must communicate with me&lt;/em&gt;, as in really talk to me, sharing about his everyday life and his views on certain stuffs. i strongly feel that communication is the only link that holds a relationship together. sometimes we need people to remind us about certain stuffs, hence communication plays a part. &lt;em&gt;he has to set his priorities correctly.&lt;/em&gt; work and studies are of course important and not to be neglected. but having a girlfriend is also a responsibility. there is no reason for he to keep me in a cold room while claiming that we are together.&lt;em&gt; he has to be humanely caring and sensitive to my needs.&lt;/em&gt; i need a word of concern from him when i am sick. i think this is very basic act of care and concern for the one you love. if he can't even perform this small act naturally, he may as well have a relationship with a non-living thing which will never ever fall sick. being sensitive to my needs is just another act of concern. i believe i am not that unreasonable to throw tantrums at him for no particular reason. simply asking is to check on things you do not know or unaware of . this simple act can warm a person's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience is a virtue here. it takes time, really the time, to understand the person well enough and determine whether he is suitable. and for the trust to build up. trust ain't something that can be verbally expressed. it is a feeling, a gradually building up feeling. this may be a barrier for me as i have many doubts in this world. some things just cannot be rushed, or else you will end up hurting yourself badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know it has been a long time since the last update. i don't know if you guys will come back to check, but it does not matter. i feel the urge to change my blog address, maybe to wordpress. the intention is to keep the pieces of memories buried here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-7770504307316508272?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/7770504307316508272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=7770504307316508272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7770504307316508272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7770504307316508272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/12/reborn-girl.html' title='reBorn girl'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2532034554765324234</id><published>2007-11-10T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:14:53.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i believed in everything that he said. about our relationship, about our future. we were in love with each other. i gave him my heart willingly. yet, he kept it in a damn cold freezer all these while, only took it out to defrost sometimes. most of the time, my heart was in crystal ice condition. hard and numb. recently, he made the cruel decision to take it out and stab it many times, hard. my heart was entirely shattered into million pieces. then he returned it to me. the ice had melted, the pieces of heart muscles were dull and unlively. i do not think anyone has the ability to mend any broken hearts, especially in my case whereby nothing can be done to save my millions pieces of heart muscles. my heart is officially pronounced dead now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2532034554765324234?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2532034554765324234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2532034554765324234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2532034554765324234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2532034554765324234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/11/broken-heart.html' title='broken heart.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-443003622408397710</id><published>2007-11-10T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:03:41.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is over.</title><content type='html'>me and him, we were over. 5months of waiting turned out to be nothing at all. 08/11/07. with a simple reason of unable to commit, he kicked me aside. it felt like the whole world had given up on me. i was so miserable. i cried and cried. my tears just gushed out uncontrollably.  i could not sleep, i tossed and turned for the whole night. ever since he came back from china, i sensed something amiss. people say women's instinct is quite accurate. but i had never imagined that the heartbreaking words would hit me so fast. i was totally devastated. shredded into pieces, i should say. i told myself, i had the need to talk things out with him, rather settling it over msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..i went to look for him at his flat, which was yesterday. (i had a dream just before that. in the dream, we patched up. it was so different from reality. maybe that was what i hoped for in my unconscious mind. and my unconscious mind revealed to me about how his mother was involved in our matter.) i called him, he scolded me for doing funny things. he chased me away, i sat down on the staircase and cried my heart out. he called and tried to explain everything to me. he said he was not sure that he would be able to commit at all. he was very busy with lotsa stuffs, about his mother, about his studies. the most hurtful truth i heard was that his feelings for me had faded. ah-ha. that should explain why he was unable to commit to our relationship with so many stuffs at hand. if he still loved me, i knew he could overcome the obstacles. yet, he blamed me for causing him to lose feelings for me. he claimed that those little things i did were so getting on his nerves. what did i exactly do? i only wanted his attention, his care and his love. he also commented that relationship should be happy, but i had given him the impression of stressed and depressed. that was how i felt when he constantly neglected my presence. i asked what he did to make me happy. he admitted he could not do anything to make me happy, or rather he did not do anything to make me happy. which was why he thought that it would be very unfair for me to wait for him. he said he did not want to be selfish to waste my time. but he was indeed very selfish to avoid our relationship. by letting me go did not make me feel any happier. then he promised to call me at night to explain further. he return-called asking me not to cry. he even shouted at me for it. this was the first time i saw him flare up. &lt;em&gt;how could you expect me not to cry when you wanted to leave me? it really hurt me so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i was emotionless on my way to gem. i did not even feel like talking. i had lost myself completely. cheered up abit when accompanying shu ling to eat lunch. maybe after all the crying, i was so hungry. met jazreel at cityhall after that. i called her at the staircase then. sorry jazreel. i did not give you a 'good morning'. i really had to thank her for being there for me during my most desperate moment. of course, i talked and cried at the same time. at least jazreel was there to listen and offer me advice. i could almost understand how she felt last time. having your beloved one to leave you was definitely a dreadful experience. felt the negative feelings, then let them out rather than bottled them up. thus i always resorted to crying when i was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for him to call, but in the end i called him instead. i tried to talk nicely to him to work something out. he refused all the way. he always said he did not think so. i felt that he hated me so much. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;爱与恨，只是一线之差。&lt;/span&gt;i guessed he already dumped away all our memories. that was indeed very very sad. his gentle words, i could almost remember it vividly. i trusted him so so much. yet he betrayed my trust for him. we lacked communication, which led to what we are now. i afraid he xian me irritating so i always did not bother him alot. i never thought that my giving in would create a huge gap in our relationship. he left a deep red cut in my heart. and i did not know whether it will heal anot. it scared me to see how people changed in such a short time. too shocking that it caught me off-guarded. his incoming call cut us off, and he promised to call back at around 11pm. but he did not do so. i saw no point in calling him to talk again. ever since the start of our relationship, promises he made were meant to be broken after all. my every effort to maintain this relationship had gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do not wish to happen has happened. there is no turning back for me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;爱过痛过，拥有过失去过，便已经满足了，此生无憾了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at least i know that i had been in love with someone who has the same DOB as me. so much in love with him that i waited 5months for him. fate brings us together, but disallows us to last forever. this is a fact i have to accept. now it is the time to stand tough and be strong. i'm gonna tuck him and the memories aside somewhere. somewhere that i do not even know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-443003622408397710?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/443003622408397710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=443003622408397710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/443003622408397710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/443003622408397710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/11/everything-is-over.html' title='everything is over.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1887718931302504083</id><published>2007-11-06T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:54:04.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all because of him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh my god. i'm breaking down. that sms really caused my heart to sink down to the bottom. can you imagine? with high hopes, you anticipate to meet someone who you have never seen for more than 1month. the previous day's midnight, he said he could not make it due to work. i was torn apart. yes, i cried myself to sleep. my tears could flood the world. it was so heartbreaking. am i being selfish here? or i should be more understanding towards him? but am i not doing enough for him? it is going to be 5months le. and i am not feeling much happier. i also don't know how i tahan through these 2days. with GOM and TTP tests somemore. in a confused state. in a mess. i really wish i can don't care about it too much. my heart had just committed suicide that day, but failed to die. it is in a coma now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-1887718931302504083?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1887718931302504083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1887718931302504083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1887718931302504083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1887718931302504083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-because-of-him.html' title='all because of him.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-7905730778460193391</id><published>2007-11-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T03:03:29.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food food FOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUdDBASII/AAAAAAAAAmA/kjjEwUwrPj0/s1600-h/ming10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127933614973012098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUdDBASII/AAAAAAAAAmA/kjjEwUwrPj0/s200/ming10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUiDBASJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/yfIPG8L8CMs/s1600-h/ming9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127933700872358034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUiDBASJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/yfIPG8L8CMs/s200/ming9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of ming singing. took them long ago at the bazaar but didn't post them up. the &lt;em&gt;'beautiful girls'&lt;/em&gt; that ming sang was fabulous! woohoo! talented ming sia. sings well. draws well. and he claims he dances well too. hip hop dance. he gonna learn it soon. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeee. recently i have been eating too much. but enjoyed the process of dining. wahaha. attended my company's dinner at &lt;strong&gt;swensens &lt;/strong&gt;with shu ling on tuesday night. damn damn full after eating the main course, side dishes and ice-cream. cuttlefish rings and deep-fried mushrooms were tasty. not to mention the cheesesticks. so cheesy! saw the new office. much bigger than the previous one. got new red sofa somemore. hongwei, we want plasma tv. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUNzBASHI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ROpH0de9ouQ/s1600-h/swensens4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127933352980007026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUNzBASHI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ROpH0de9ouQ/s320/swensens4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my main course. shrunk alot compared to the one i saw in the menu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUGzBASGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3qrfu1B9ubs/s1600-h/swensens3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127933232720922722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUGzBASGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3qrfu1B9ubs/s200/swensens3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUDTBASFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/82-snr5vrB0/s1600-h/Picture0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127933172591380562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoUDTBASFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/82-snr5vrB0/s200/Picture0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swensens de chocolate crunch VS billy bombers de choco nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what's with the billy bombers? oh yahh. we fivesome (mel, shu ling, me, nigel and ming) went out to do our SQ project on wednesday. gonna dine at 3 restaurants and assess on their service quality. the honourable places chosen by us were &lt;strong&gt;ajisen, din tai fung and billy bombers&lt;/strong&gt;. met at orchard and ajisen was our first stop. nothing much to say about it. normal japanese restaurant loh. except that ming brought us walk so many levels before we located the restaurant in the basement. needa excercise before we eat. dots. din tai fung was much better, but very noisy. no music to enhance the oriental ambience. sadd. the jasmine tea was great though. nigel loved it so much. he loved the chilli oil too. lols. mel taught nigel how to eat the &lt;em&gt;xiao long bao&lt;/em&gt;. funny. nigel had to practise more. shu ling got her main course there: pork chop fried rice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTuzBASEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1R60xw8A78w/s1600-h/Picture0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127932820404062274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTuzBASEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1R60xw8A78w/s200/Picture0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTpzBASDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Wqhokz2q6VQ/s1600-h/Picture0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127932734504716338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTpzBASDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Wqhokz2q6VQ/s200/Picture0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the juicy &lt;em&gt;xiao long bao&lt;/em&gt; and the fried rice that shu ling could not finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the last stop was billy bombers at heeren. the seats were comfy. mel and nigel had such a fun time fiddling with the old song player on the wall. they got so crazy that they even ka jiao the 2toybears behind them. they also sang and shaked along with the music. especially nigel! haha. well, i had my real lunch there. super duper full, yet the food was yummilicious. my set lunch consisted of cream of chicken, honey half-baked chicken, ben&amp;amp;jerry's ice-cream and cookies and cream milkshake. the rest of them ordered ice-cream, american brownie and fries with cheese and salsa sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTUjBASCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vCRMLf_XmjU/s1600-h/Picture0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127932369432496162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTUjBASCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vCRMLf_XmjU/s200/Picture0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTPTBASBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/uFEQZOC_oCM/s1600-h/Picture0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127932279238182930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTPTBASBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/uFEQZOC_oCM/s200/Picture0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTDjBAR_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/--yoiqcHUwg/s1600-h/Picture0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127932077374719986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTDjBAR_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/--yoiqcHUwg/s200/Picture0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTJjBASAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ntg1W88Z7A8/s1600-h/Picture0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127932180453935106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoTJjBASAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ntg1W88Z7A8/s200/Picture0435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chicken that left me in a mess after eating. nigel's warm nutty american brownie. mel's cheese fries with bacon toppings. my cream of chicken soup (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoSxzBAR9I/AAAAAAAAAko/oiXA50d46ZQ/s1600-h/Picture0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127931772432041938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoSxzBAR9I/AAAAAAAAAko/oiXA50d46ZQ/s200/Picture0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoS8zBAR-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/dcdjWwyPLgA/s1600-h/Picture0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127931961410602978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RyoS8zBAR-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/dcdjWwyPLgA/s200/Picture0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the manager preparing my milkshake. we fivesome loved the cookies and cream milkshake. &lt;em&gt;*yumyum*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;met up with jinhong to take pay after parting the guys. we shopped at marina square. wanna buy bestie tees but no stock le. haiz. still we bought other designs tees. dragged jinhong to ang mo kio. i bought a denim skirt there. oh my god. i spent again. already spent so much on food. now on clothing. burnt my pockets! maybe i had been enjoying good food for the past two days. now i can don't eat anything for the whole day till dinnertime. stomach still bloated mahh. argh. getting fatter liao. cannot eat too much sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess yesterday he has already left for china. without a word. as usual. that time hongkong trip also like that. haix. think by next week he will be back. there is nothing i can do. but i am definitely not feeling too good..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-7905730778460193391?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/7905730778460193391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=7905730778460193391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7905730778460193391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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friends today. ends up spoiling my whole day. super duper pissed. i don't care whoever is reading this post. i just want to shout out how i exactly feel. congruence is what i need now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first to start with, the shop guy. that son of a bitch! when you already say you gonna paste it for shu ling for free, PLEASE DO SO! i am completely stunned when you ask us to run errand for you. $5 isn't that big okay! this is very very unprofessional. hey! ain't we talking about service quality here?! guys out there, if you wanna experience this kinda incident yourself, then go visit #05-28A at sim lim square. if not, PLEASE DO STAY OFF! hell with him lah. die die want me bluff out the particulars so that i can get his ink cartridges changed. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK! &lt;/strong&gt;such a lowdown thing to do. shameful! scolding him surely makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, my friend. you are a guy, please. but i don't see you have any guts at all. i admit you are gentlemanly enough. sometimes you still need to really do what a guy suppose to do, not shunning anything coming your way by giving excuses, especially when the 2girls are sorta bullied by the shop guy. how could you see us being manipulate by a stranger?! character wise, i believe you won't agree to the act of inserting fake particulars to change some stupid ink cartridges. then what makes you think that i will do it?! &lt;strong&gt;ridiculous!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, my mum. what else do you want me to do? i am already controlling my temper to a maximum. last time, i would flare up and shout when you demand so many answers from me. today, i do not. i just request for you not to talk to me after i cool down. what's wrong with it? when i talk to you nicely about the donuts i bought, you attitude me! whatever. there is nothing much i can do if you think i'm not good enough when i'm trying my best to change for the better. you leave me real sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes one has to put himself or herself in others' shoes and view things from various perspectives.&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes i really hate myself for being too concerned with other people's matters. i can't differentiate whether it is good or bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-796945186304377739?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/796945186304377739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=796945186304377739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/796945186304377739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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information among the group members. at first the class was kinda confused by our ambiguous rules, but they went along with us after clearing their doubts. worse still, our final game could not work. as in none of the 2groups could successfully turn over the cloth with all the members stepping on it. i believed they tried their best. some piggybacked, some hugged each other, they were so supportive. it was rather funny to see mr ng in deep thought thinking about how to solve the game. and damn funny when he had to squeeze with the students. i was so high to see him suffered. wahaha. who asked him everytime torture us with his monotone voice and the very very boring videos. argh! =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124211026029360626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rxzax2ietfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/_5O_4IaPme4/s320/Picture0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;squeeze squeeze SQUEEZE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124205648730306018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxzV42ieteI/AAAAAAAAAkY/aC65GEFi-Wc/s320/Picture0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;notice mr ng's face*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;miss tan tries to guide us to draw our family genogram during today's psycho lesson. it is so so messy. i mean we are so unclear of our relationship with the members within the family. we have a combination of the realtionship lines. haha. but it is fun. we have to do a report regarding this genogram by answering certain questions. interesting =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;miss tan's husband comes to our class later. he introduces abit dreamworks to us. he asks us to draw something and analyses the general significance of our drawings. well, back to lesson. today we learn person-centred therapy raised by carl rogers. a quite simple therapy. carl rogers believes that humans can self direct growth and even resolve their problems with the existence of supportive relationship. &lt;strong&gt;congruence&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;unconditional positive regard&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;empathy&lt;/strong&gt; are the 3 major experiences that can foster supportive growth in a relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;congruence&lt;/em&gt; is being real and genuine whereby one can openly express feelings and thoughts in present relationship. sometimes, we are unwilling to give honest feedback to people around us, especially our close friends. cause we are scared that the feedback may spoilt our firendship. however, the strongest relationship is held together by honesty in the sense that both parties are able to confide fully with each other and discuss issues openly without having any defensive reactions. giving negative comments to someone is rather difficult. yet, one must be somehow connected to you so that he or she wants to infest energy in giving you comments. it shows that he or she &lt;strong&gt;cares&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unconditional positive regard&lt;/strong&gt; is deep genuine concern for person without expectations or possessiveness. conditional means something to be exchanged. everyone of us hopes to receive unconditional concern, or even &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;. it is difficult for us to give unconditional love to another person. haix. so contradictory. i learn another thing called 'shadow self'. it refers to a trait you dislike about other people, yet this trait can be found within youself. cause it is something you really dislike about yourself unconsciously, that is why when you meet someone with this particular trait you then will have such strong reaction towards that person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lastly is &lt;strong&gt;empathy&lt;/strong&gt;. empathy is sensing other's feelings as if it is our own. what will you do if your close friend calls and tells you about a bad news about himself or herself? crack jokes to cheer him or her up? no, don't do that. people can't be happy and sad at the same time which is too abrupt. try to solve his or her problems? no, this process has to wait till his or her emotions quiet down. well, the best thing to do is make yourself available, lend a listening ear, offer support and try to comfort or console your close friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;goal of this therapy is to focus on becoming the self that one truly is, trust the true self, evaluate and learn from process =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;arrR. i keep missing his calls. so so sorry. very busy lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-1093917989050614683?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1093917989050614683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1093917989050614683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1093917989050614683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1093917989050614683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/10/person-centred-therapy.html' title='person-centred therapy'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rxzax2ietfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/_5O_4IaPme4/s72-c/Picture0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6302959247358148851</id><published>2007-10-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:14:37.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with the girls</title><content type='html'>damn. kwok wai leng wants us to take pictures with the person whom we interviewed for UCCD. she scares we bluff her sia. so troublesome. today we go back to true way presbyterian church to have pictures with pastor george. he is friendly, as usual. haha. then, we chiong to IKEA to have lunch. so spend the 3hrs outside school. stay in school will bored to tears de. mel wanna try the swedish meatballs. yumyum. sad tut tut don't take beef. the meatballs are so fabulous. the soup is so creamy. really stuffed ourselves. we are so obsessed with meatballs that we wanna call the nintendo dalmatian dog '&lt;strong&gt;MEATBALL&lt;/strong&gt;'. good what. meatball can &lt;strong&gt;roll&lt;/strong&gt;. wahaha. haix. should get a female 'meatball' for joe's boiboi =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxeIkGietcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/exuVwO0NGYM/s1600-h/Picture0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122713254969128386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxeIkGietcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/exuVwO0NGYM/s320/Picture0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the combo set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxeIe2ietbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FvZRPPmV-rM/s1600-h/Picture0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122713164774815154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxeIe2ietbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FvZRPPmV-rM/s200/Picture0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxeIZ2ietaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zbXKQQfaVGg/s1600-h/Picture0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122713078875469218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxeIZ2ietaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zbXKQQfaVGg/s200/Picture0424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxeITmietZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mxFdsojtp8E/s1600-h/Picture0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122712971501286802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxeITmietZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mxFdsojtp8E/s200/Picture0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti with meatballs.creamy mushroom soup. tut tut's nasi lemak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;week 4 is ending soon. tomorrow is mr ng's psycho lesson. my group is in-charge of the game this week =) new bed arrives today. hmm. quite comfy. UCCD report still stuck at page 1. don't know when we can conduct GBE forum. hope mr gray's health is fine. gonna work during the weekends. i only slept for 3hrs each for the recent 2consecutive days. damn damn lack of sleep. arghh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2days back, he called me. we talked for half an hr. after so long, i heard his voice. i'm already flooded myself with misses of him. though we were chatting through phone, i could sense him. sense his presence. sense his misses for me, even if he never directly said it out. this phonecall is rather important. it helps to assure my worries. especially his confession before hanging up. usually he won't say much sweet things to me. guess he don't want see me pining high hopes. but but. 'i have not forget u because i still like you.' aww, it melts my heart. i'm happy. i know he wants me to be happy too, though he always comment that some things are better left unsaid. yupp, i'm with him. i'm still waiting for him. 1st nov he will be going to xiamen, china. away from me again. i want to see him soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-6302959247358148851?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6302959247358148851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6302959247358148851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6302959247358148851'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>my daddy gonna old liao. haha. tomorrow is his 43rd birthday. to celebrate that, we have our dinner at fatty weng's restaurant. one of his favourite dining place with his friends. alot of food is ordered, but the famous roasted duck is sold out :( then. me and daddy become the drinking kakis. he mixes guiness stout with heineken beer. dots. actually, it tastes alright. i drink 1glass of that plus 1/5 out of the heineken beer bottle. yet, i'm quite sober. lolz. daddy drinks the rest lorh. dumb dumb brother makan so much. few bowls of rice and winter melon soup plus alot alot more other food. such a huge stomach he got to stuff all the food in. haaz. well, i feel rather sinful sia. eat and drink damn lot. love the pig's liver and fried chicken. and and the soup. oops! argh! so so sinful! &lt;strong&gt;=X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxJRvmietYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LdsreNNW1zc/s1600-h/Picture0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121245604514542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxJRvmietYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LdsreNNW1zc/s320/Picture0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dear dear daddy and mummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxJRqWietXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mMyBTx68e-Q/s1600-h/Picture0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121245514320229746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxJRqWietXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mMyBTx68e-Q/s320/Picture0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; daddy gulping down the 'mix'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxJRgWietVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/htSI4fa7SFw/s1600-h/Picture0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121245342521537874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxJRgWietVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/htSI4fa7SFw/s200/Picture0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxJRk2ietWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/4qHjl6gLG5Q/s1600-h/Picture0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121245419830949218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RxJRk2ietWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/4qHjl6gLG5Q/s200/Picture0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food &amp;amp; the alcohol = &lt;strong&gt;SINFUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2621851390625371452?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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interactions for our next generation ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to mr FREUD's psychoanalytic theory. i certainly don't think that &lt;strong&gt;FREUD&lt;/strong&gt; was so sick and perverted old man who used himself to establish philosophy of human nature and methods of psychotherapy. actually, he was very intelligent. everything he proposed does make sense. even if we deny some of them, whereby in fact, they exist in our unconscious mind that we are not aware of. well, the different methods of psychotherapy include free association, interpretation, dream analysis and transference. out of the four, we often experience dream analysis and transference. dream analysis is the process of uncovering disguised meanings by studying the various symbols we remember from our dreams. we usually wonder why we have certain dreams and why they remain vividly in our minds. then we slowly, yet unknowingly, already try to link these dreams to something very personal to us, be it our greatest fear or our dearest person. transference is allowing old memories to distort the present truth and reacting to somebody as a significant person from the past. this way helps to re-experience feelings and explore unresolved thinkings in the unconscious mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i have experienced transference from him, and from myself too. because of certain things that happened long time ago, he loathes people who lied to him. thus, he hopes that i can be trustful and never betray our relationship. i do hate people who lie to me, worst still, some dreadful people cheat. once bitten, twice shy. since then, i am quite reluctant to open up my heart and fully trusted someone in a relationship. it is a way to protect myself from being hurt again. i don't know in what ways, but i believe everyone has some sort of invisible protective layers to prevent themselves from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. about my dream analysis, i discover something shocking. to tell the truth, just this morning i dreamt of him again. twice. first is dreamt that some girl claimed he was her boyfriend. the girl even write his full name out! i woke up then. went back to sleep. who knows. i dreamt again. second is dreamt that i was paired up with him to do some assignment. very weird. i even double check the names in my dream. haha. i woke up shortly. time to go school le. so many dreams of him. it is driving me crazy. miss tan suggests that my unconscious mind is sending sorta repetitive messages in various forms of dreams. why? i don't know. it is up to me to interpret. this kinda thing never ever happen to me before. i mean dreaming of someone for so many times and i can even remember what the dreams are about. it is freaking me out. i guess he still does cause me to have emotional responses when recurring thoughts of him run through my mind. meaning that i do care after all, though i appear to be numb. haix. and jaz reminds me it's the start of the 3rd week..&lt;div 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week'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1737356992226898893</id><published>2007-10-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:56:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things learnt..</title><content type='html'>what will results when two stubborn beings disagree over a rather small issue? months of ignorance. years of friendship just being thrown aside. it is definitely not worth it. however, neither of them want to give in first. they were so close before, yet they treat each other as totally strangers in school. the damage done will not be so deep if only they can resolve the matter without delaying. their pride has overshone the golden friendship. well, today jaz talks sense into me. thanks to her. she highlights very important things to me. she gives me the courage to send a simple sms to this friend of mine. our misunderstanding is cleared. but i know it is quite difficult to bring us back to the good old days. we both must jiayou (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's psychology class is very engaging. miss tan leads us to topics about unconscious mind &lt;em&gt;vs&lt;/em&gt; conscious mind. basically, this theory is proposed by FREUD, who is actually quite mentally sick. haha. he stated that 'human nature behaviours are determined by strong biological and instinctual drives.' biological drive = sex. this is when the discussion gets heated up. LOL. i shall not elaborate so much about that. miss tan also raised up an issue of how guys see girls and how girls see guys. meaning which part of the body does the opposite sex lay their eyes on first. for guys, they notice girls' boobs or hips; for girls, they prefer tall and better build guys. hey, it is proven! definitely not crap. this is how interesting my psychology class can get sometimes. and i really do not sleep a wink today =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty amazed by the human's unconscious mind. FREUD explored the roles of the conscious and unconscious mind. 'dreams are symbolic representations of unconscious needs, wishes and conflicts.' this sets me into deep thinking. &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: blue" onclick="dyama('qcQuery=%C8%D5&amp;amp;qcSrc=ri');" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=%C8%D5&amp;amp;clickSrc=queryCorrect&amp;amp;qcSrc_oy=ri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: blue" onclick="dyama('qcQuery=%D3%D0&amp;amp;qcSrc=you');" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=%D3%D0&amp;amp;clickSrc=queryCorrect&amp;amp;qcSrc_oy=you"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: blue" onclick="dyama('qcQuery=%CB%F9%D2%D4&amp;amp;qcSrc=suo+yi');" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=%CB%F9%D2%D4&amp;amp;clickSrc=queryCorrect&amp;amp;qcSrc_oy=suo+yi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;所&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 14px" onclick="dyama('qcQuery=%CB%BC%C4%EE&amp;amp;qcSrc=si+nian')" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=%CB%BC%C4%EE&amp;amp;class=1&amp;amp;type=correct&amp;amp;clickSrc=queryCorrect&amp;amp;qcSrc_oy=si+nian"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;思&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: blue" onclick="dyama('qcQuery=%D2%B9&amp;amp;qcSrc=ye');" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=%D2%B9&amp;amp;clickSrc=queryCorrect&amp;amp;qcSrc_oy=ye"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: blue" onclick="dyama('qcQuery=%D3%D0&amp;amp;qcSrc=you');" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=%D3%D0&amp;amp;clickSrc=queryCorrect&amp;amp;qcSrc_oy=you"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: blue" onclick="dyama('qcQuery=%CB%F9%D2%D4&amp;amp;qcSrc=suo+yi');" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=%CB%F9%D2%D4&amp;amp;clickSrc=queryCorrect&amp;amp;qcSrc_oy=suo+yi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;所&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: blue" onclick="dyama('qcQuery=%C3%CE&amp;amp;qcSrc=meng');" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=%C3%CE&amp;amp;clickSrc=queryCorrect&amp;amp;qcSrc_oy=meng"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; if i'm not wrong, i did dream of him twice. the last time i dreamt that he left me, it makes me wake up crying. seriously, i do not know how to interpret my dreams. i think he is very significant to me that i dreamt of my most unconscious fear, whereby i don't dare to think about it in my normal conscious mind. i really miss him too much that he even appears in my dreams :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today jaz reminds me that 1week has passed, still got 7more weeks to go. she asks me to hold on. i definitely will do. thanks jaz for the moral support. another thanks to shu ling who shows her encouragement in my tagboard. though she never expressed her wishes verbally, i know she hopes the best for me. &lt;strong&gt;many thanks to my girls!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-1737356992226898893?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1737356992226898893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1737356992226898893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1737356992226898893'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你用一万个理由 都比沉默还温柔&lt;br /&gt;为什么爱我 又不断退后&lt;br /&gt;你害怕的是什么 你想要的是什么&lt;br /&gt;站在你背后 我连呼吸都痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是爱我的&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是勇敢的&lt;br /&gt;我烦 时间是最残酷的&lt;br /&gt;我怎么等&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是爱我的&lt;br /&gt;不要 当我每次唱情歌&lt;br /&gt;眼里总有太多泪&lt;br /&gt;不停拉扯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我用一万个答案 解释我们的距离&lt;br /&gt;到最后发现我全都猜错&lt;br /&gt;你害怕的是什么 你想要的是什么&lt;br /&gt;站在你背后 我连呼吸都痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是爱我的&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是勇敢的&lt;br /&gt;我烦 时间是最残酷的&lt;br /&gt;我怎么等&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是爱我的&lt;br /&gt;不要 当我每次唱情歌&lt;br /&gt;眼里总有太多泪&lt;br /&gt;不停拉扯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你怀里有太多问号 告诉我怎么依靠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是爱我的&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是勇敢的&lt;br /&gt;我烦 时间是最残酷的&lt;br /&gt;我怎么等&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要 相信你是爱我的&lt;br /&gt;不要 当我每次唱情歌&lt;br /&gt;眼里总有太多泪&lt;br /&gt;不停拉扯&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-3797849654169871131?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5318252114775363709</id><published>2007-09-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:46:47.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>today is my first day of school, his first day of attachment. i have tahaned around 3months of waiting. can't forget the uncertainty, the tears and the pain during this period. yet now 2months of waiting awaits me. waiting for his commitment. i tell myself not to be selfish. i have to be understanding. towards his studies, towards his work, towards his everything. i just hope what i done is worthwhile. i don't want to end up with nothing after all. it will tear me into shreds and pieces. i want the 2months to pass by quickly..please don't let time torture me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am kinda emotionally high maintenance and physically low maintenance. i yearn for lots security. i want someone to treat me like a baby in his care. i wish for love from him. i guess he knows exactly what i am thinking, but he just cannot provide me with all these at the moment. i make myself believe in him, believe in his heart, believe in his promises. our memories keeps me holding on, holding on to the fate we possessed. i believe he will really be mine someday. *hope my sorta thinking is not suicidal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before psycho lesson, i have a heart-to-heart chat with jaz. she says i need counselling. haha. i don't think so. only him can make me happy. well, jaz gives me a boost to support me in the waiting. as a result, i realize i am not that stupid girl who choose to foolishly wait when face with this kind of situation. wanna wanna thank jaz (: she is really very nice. i do hope she could get over her matter fast and meet the right person soon. she does deserve someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;jaz&lt;/strong&gt;: getting hurt in a relationship is a part of the growing years. most importantly is what we learned and matured from the failed relationship. of course everyone wants a long lasting relationship, but certain things do happen and they are not within our control. then it is time to let go. who knows? you may find someone better in the years to come ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above words is solely for jaz. not for me, cause nothing happen so i do not wish to give up the fate we have. i can't afford to let go now. all i can is wait. and nothing else. i am serious to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5318252114775363709?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5318252114775363709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-9001335866775496832</id><published>2007-09-22T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T00:25:51.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KACC</title><content type='html'>today is my last last day at kreta ayer CC. really feeling kinda down. especially at the thought of leaving the place. leaving the team of very nice people. winnie and mdm ng. chris, david, fabian, colin. 1month just pass by so fast. haix haix. actually work morning shift today, but chris is in the afternoon, he asks me to stay till night. i happily agreed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkmqVMTK5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/d9SQ1egggz0/s1600-h/Picture0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114161360541002642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkmqVMTK5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/d9SQ1egggz0/s200/Picture0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkmulMTK6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/c6TS6Z0no1M/s1600-h/Picture0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114161433555446690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkmulMTK6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/c6TS6Z0no1M/s200/Picture0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KRETA AYER CC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkocVMTLHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/PXmYQk6TvZY/s1600-h/Picture0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114163319046089842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkocVMTLHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/PXmYQk6TvZY/s200/Picture0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkoiVMTLII/AAAAAAAAAjI/kOz7Zmlu1tk/s1600-h/Picture0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114163422125304962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkoiVMTLII/AAAAAAAAAjI/kOz7Zmlu1tk/s200/Picture0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkoSVMTLFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/12VDBkM36XQ/s1600-h/Picture0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114163147247397970" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="149" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkoSVMTLFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/12VDBkM36XQ/s200/Picture0406.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkoWlMTLGI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6IRxov1sj_0/s1600-h/Picture0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114163220261842018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkoWlMTLGI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6IRxov1sj_0/s200/Picture0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their working desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rvkn-VMTLDI/AAAAAAAAAig/RqXo8nPMT7o/s1600-h/Picture0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114162803650014258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rvkn-VMTLDI/AAAAAAAAAig/RqXo8nPMT7o/s200/Picture0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkoD1MTLEI/AAAAAAAAAio/vyX2jM80djw/s1600-h/Picture0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114162898139294786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkoD1MTLEI/AAAAAAAAAio/vyX2jM80djw/s200/Picture0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknvFMTLBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NCkZH93M85Q/s1600-h/Picture0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114162541657009170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknvFMTLBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NCkZH93M85Q/s200/Picture0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rvkn0FMTLCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Ce7Kk2KlWcA/s1600-h/Picture0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114162627556355106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rvkn0FMTLCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Ce7Kk2KlWcA/s200/Picture0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknV1MTK_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/YEXudRoQ9aE/s1600-h/CC+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114162107865312242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknV1MTK_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/YEXudRoQ9aE/s200/CC+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknZFMTLAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VhXSQ_e8qrE/s1600-h/CC+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114162163699887106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknZFMTLAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VhXSQ_e8qrE/s200/CC+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknOlMTK9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/2fiJAEVDoHE/s1600-h/CC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114161983311260626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknOlMTK9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/2fiJAEVDoHE/s200/CC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknRlMTK-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/L7NrbcOabSY/s1600-h/CC+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114162034850868194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknRlMTK-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/L7NrbcOabSY/s200/CC+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their farewell gifts for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknCVMTK8I/AAAAAAAAAho/KqnE7GZb61A/s1600-h/CC+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114161772857863106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvknCVMTK8I/AAAAAAAAAho/KqnE7GZb61A/s200/CC+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rvkm-1MTK7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8pGeQqytaoo/s1600-h/CC+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114161712728320946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rvkm-1MTK7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8pGeQqytaoo/s200/CC+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a very sweet token of appreciation from fabian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tears rush out when that stupid fabian gives me that card. he still says its nice to see girls cry. sicko. dotz. after this 1month, i have learned alot. about the old folks living there. and met some crazy people who creates trouble. scary! plus the huge crowd who applies for the public transport voucher. wish colin and chris good luck on the day of giving out the vouchers. i can't imagine the chaos. lols. but if i am free, i will certainly drop by there and ask winnie and mdm ng for lunch. haha. wanna thanks this vacation for giving this opportunity to establish connection with KACC and the wonderful staff there =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-9001335866775496832?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/9001335866775496832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=9001335866775496832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/9001335866775496832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/9001335866775496832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/09/kacc.html' title='KACC'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvkmqVMTK5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/d9SQ1egggz0/s72-c/Picture0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-3556313353434578359</id><published>2007-09-21T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:41:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joe rollerblade to KACC</title><content type='html'>today is my last 2nd day at kreta ayer CC. already feeling sorta sad. winnie, mdm ng, chris, colin, fabian and david. i can't bear to leave them. yesterday went lunch at 'tian jing feng ji' with winnie, mdm ng and their two friends. mdm yeo treated us. the food was delicious. especially the 'guo tie'. winnie and mdm ng got me a farewell gift. love the M&amp;amp;M chocs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113301190260763522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvYYV1MTK4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/3nIooBnlaCw/s320/CC+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today meet joe for lunch. he actually want blade to sengkang and find me, but i got to work. so i ask him to come all the way to chinatown. stupid guy. fall down on his way there. winnie helps to dress his wound, giving a first-aid lesson at the same time. haha. we go to 'tian jing feng ji' to eat again. i love the 'guo tie' there. joe tells me that time they went for a sushi buffet. cheap and nice. wah lao. next time jio me mahx. argh. going back to school real soon. miss the class peeps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make my way home after work with a rather heavy heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-3556313353434578359?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/3556313353434578359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=3556313353434578359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3556313353434578359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3556313353434578359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/09/joe-rollerblade-to-kacc.html' title='joe rollerblade to KACC'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RvYYV1MTK4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/3nIooBnlaCw/s72-c/CC+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5696123345691048814</id><published>2007-09-13T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:20:00.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kbox with shu ling</title><content type='html'>today is my day out with tut tut. drag her go kbox. never went with her before mahh. not bad la. we can ki siao together, but she damn easily tired de. lols. maybe too high le bahx. she got a picky mouth, cause don't like the klunch. tut tut, you getting too used to fast food arh? haha. 3hours pass really fast. wanna get a present for joe at marina square, but can't find any. intend to get the ultraman soft toy. cannot cannot. joe will give us that expression. hee. argh! i'm an earrings freak. i buy earrings again. chionging 100pairs. wahaha. on our way back to city hall mrt, 1guy approaches us to get our name and contact numbers. he claims to be looking out for new faces for his advertising company. craps! so we crap with him abit then faster zao =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RugY3hNdWYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FyCekes3JTw/s1600-h/Picture0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109361119338518914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RugY3hNdWYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FyCekes3JTw/s200/Picture0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RugZOhNdWaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vko-MghMeiI/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109361514475510178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RugZOhNdWaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vko-MghMeiI/s200/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act-cute tut tut singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we walk to bugis street. shop there. got joe a bag as his birthday gift. big enough to fit his laptop. haha. shu ling buys a nice shoulder/sling bag. brown one. i buy black skinny jeans. can't find any nice shoes at bugis. haix. tired shu ling go home first, while i drop by sim lim to take my mp4. after so long, they finally got it repaired. please everyone, don't buy LE-MON audio devices. the quality sucks. don't be dumb dumb and stupid like me hors. well, i regretted the money spent on such lousy stuff. meet joe to give him the bag shortly. until then i find out that it is quite early to give him now. his birthday due around end of september. dot dot. anyway, i don't want to carry the bag home mah. blehh. joe pei me shop for shoes. finally buy a pair. polka dotted. whee~ parted with him and chiong home. tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arRr!!!&lt;/strong&gt; the damn mp4 still not fixed. no sound comes out from the left side input. wah lao. don't care. tomorrow call to bomb them. then burnt their office down. remember i'm a leo. heez ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5696123345691048814?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5696123345691048814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5696123345691048814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5696123345691048814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5696123345691048814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/09/kbox-with-shu-ling.html' title='kbox with shu ling'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RugY3hNdWYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FyCekes3JTw/s72-c/Picture0264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4705291221494506136</id><published>2007-09-09T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:11:22.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time ice-skating</title><content type='html'>sunday shall be always my off day. hehe. well, CC job has been manageable for me. when quite familiar with the guys there, they BULLY me. dots. yesterday chris wanted me to recruit residents for the one day mooncake making lesson. at least 10people. i only got him 9aunties =P okay lahh, must thank him for giving me something to do. if not i will be bored to death. hahas. fabian was very busy preparing his heritage challenge and hari raya lightup event yesterday. so fast, i had worked there for 2weeks le. i realise that to the residents, CC is an information counter, photocopying area, street directory, letter reading place, complaint lodging site and blah blah. lols. i do learnt quite lots at there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day went to tuition clinic to work. having difficulty to clinch any deals. no mood. so decided to join the guys (diana, jaz, chenise, hai ping, shu ting, da jie, joyce, estee and joe) to ice-skate. my first time leh. my screams all over the place. guessed joe buay tahan me. wahaha. damn one guy whammed into me from behind. ouch, my butt! argh. ice skate was tough, but it was indeed an experience for me. at least i could walk and skate abit on the ice ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO90COQMlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/oJqbGw7aRRA/s1600-h/Picture0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108135104015774290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO90COQMlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/oJqbGw7aRRA/s320/Picture0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the jipos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO9tyOQMkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gw-JMUa_sng/s1600-h/Picture0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108134996641591874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO9tyOQMkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gw-JMUa_sng/s320/Picture0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ting ting and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO9oCOQMjI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3oP9z9hsBQU/s1600-h/Picture0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108134897857344050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO9oCOQMjI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3oP9z9hsBQU/s320/Picture0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; joe and his extension. eeeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO9gyOQMiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/cW506AWBXuM/s1600-h/Picture0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108134773303292450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO9gyOQMiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/cW506AWBXuM/s200/Picture0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO9dCOQMhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YWJQRNv77Yw/s1600-h/Picture0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108134708878782994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO9dCOQMhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YWJQRNv77Yw/s200/Picture0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da jie made choc cookies for us. yum yum. thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4705291221494506136?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4705291221494506136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4705291221494506136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4705291221494506136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4705291221494506136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-time-ice-skating.html' title='first time ice-skating'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RuO90COQMlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/oJqbGw7aRRA/s72-c/Picture0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1326286569276416930</id><published>2007-09-02T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:36:14.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMEX IT fair 2007</title><content type='html'>yesterday was teachers' day. i sent a few smses to my sec sch teachers plus esther and suzie. worked morning shift at kreta ayer CC. only david and me. colin and mr lu were in the afternoon shift. david talked to me about golf. he had played golf for quite some time already. abit shocking sia. he told me about how the different elements affected golf-playing, like the grass and wind direction. amazing. then also had lunch with him at YUM CHA dim sum restuarant. well, his treat. he continued telling me about his life experiences. he advised me to look for guys who were older than me, as girls' maturity was 7years more than guys'. okaes. i did learn alot from him at that particular afternoon. david was a very respectable gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabian came around evening time. though he off day, but he needed to leave something for me to do while he was on course next week. a irritating sunny interrupted so he did not get any chance to delegate the tasks for me. lol. at night, we went to the IT fair together. so many people there. i wanted to get a mouse, but could not find any suitable de. fabian got his digital camera, and he signed up for 2credit cards. AMEX, OCBC and HSBC were still his targeted banks. guy, wait for your pay to rise abit more bahh. haha. had sakae sushi for dinner. we did not eat much, cause we were listening to each other's stories. fabian commented this was his cheapest fare spent in sakae. lols. still very crowded in town as people were making their way home. he accompanied me till sengkang mrt, then he took a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my intention to go IT fair was just to see him. he did not want to tell me his exact location, but through internet, i located his company's booth. the moment i saw him, tears almost gushed out. we had been distances apart for nearly 2months. he noticed me and gave me that 'why you were here' look. not surprised, rather annoyed. i did not get what his look meant. i did not wish to know. we did not talk at all, cause he was pretty busy with the customers. there was no point for me to wait stupidily at the booth for him. i'm already satisfied upon seeing him. never thought that reached home...WHAMM! sadness overcame me and tears flowed throughout the night. argh. why was i so weak? it was like silly dummy me walked into the trap with the knowledge that it was actually a trap in the first place. it only took a small spark to start off everything again. haix. i am feeling very very very sad now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-1326286569276416930?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1326286569276416930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1326286569276416930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1326286569276416930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1326286569276416930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/09/comex-it-fair-2007.html' title='COMEX IT fair 2007'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6008281085203605825</id><published>2007-08-31T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:46:59.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CC people</title><content type='html'>wednesday is my off day. went to IMM with shu ling to work for tuition clinic. i managed to clinch 3deals on that day, but only found out today that one of them was cancelled by the parent. wahh. seemed like this job quite difficult to secure income lehhs. must find another flexible job le. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current job at the CC is pretty relaxing. yesterday andy was scrutinizing my palm to guess my character. he also tried to read my handwriting. so scary. he all say de quite accurate. now i don't dare anyhow reveal anything to him liao, cause he like can see through my mind. gosh! and he cheated me in some weird games. still asked me go back practice some more. dots. ate dinner with him before he went home. i don't care. before i left the CC after 1month, i must force him to reveal everything he knew about me through my palm and handwriting to me. arR. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked afternoon shift yesterday, at night office only left fabian and me, don't know where david and mr lu were. sabotage fabian to take charge of front counter while i had my dinner. he damn busy. wahaha. well, he got teach me abit on how to access the PA website. i also picked up bits and pieces of information from andy and colin. then fabian closed the office. went for a drink with him at a nearby cafe. we discussed about his 'innova tuition'. no conclusion made, cause i did not think i can in charge of it fully. later he sent me home as it was very late already. i also did not dare to go home by myself. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go IT fair!!! to see him. but he says i can't find him de cause he will be so busy that he don't know which booth he will be at. stupid IT fair. comes at the wrong time. 4 days some more. so so long. i really do miss him. sighs. anyway i need a mousie and lappie carrier..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-6008281085203605825?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6008281085203605825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6008281085203605825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6008281085203605825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6008281085203605825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/cc-people.html' title='CC people'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8671631413733461006</id><published>2007-08-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:08:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fabian's dim sum treat</title><content type='html'>late for work today. damn mrt. need 10mins to reach 1stop. so it travels two stops under this condition and i'm delayed for the entire 20mins. argh! sms fabian to apologise. dotx. he asks me to take my time and if i want any breakfast, he can help me buy. peng at his reply. finally reached the CC. only spotted him at his desk, and no one else. no wonder he dare to ask me slowly walk. haha. well, just the two of us occupying the whole office. weird. but &lt;strong&gt;SLACKY&lt;/strong&gt;. lol. we talk, and he informs me about some other things to take note. he tests me about the booking price for badminton court and the various important keys. shit. i haven memorise. got them wrong. it takes time yahh. i surf net, log on to msn and chat with esther for a while. seems like cleverland abit messy with the recep transferred from hougang. she got scared by adelyne's attitude of 'I WANT IT NOW.' lolz. esther also show me pictures of rashida and brandon. so cute! time passes quite fast with fabian still troubling over his heritage challenge for YEC. so i help him to gather most of the institutes' emails. see what he can do with them bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today rain so heavily. for this month almost everyday also rain. at first fabian wants to show me around those streets during lunch. but coz of rain, we, plus winnie and mdm ng, go over to dim sum restaurant to makan. it is fabian's idea to have dim sum de. the food is yummilicious! in the end, fabian pays the bill for us. so paiseh. winnie still ask him to bring us there more often. wahaha. by the way, winnie and mdm ng are really sorta cute and extremely friendly. winnie is the one who can joke and talk crap de. sometimes quite straightforward. then mdm ng is more motherly-like, she keeps filling my plate with food. fabian comments that they so dote on me coz i'm the youngest there. perhaps bahz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. colin is on afternoon shift. he damn like panda, confirm is play game till late late de. bingo. he slept at 2am. andy arrives but off to interview for another job. good luck to him. today is boring, nothing new or what. as fabian is busy at his desk to sort the emails, so we chat online. he wants matchmake me with colin! wth. haha. he thinks too much larh. then i go spree-ing. eyes very tired. maybe lack of sleep yesterday. 6pm liao. so chiong home. tomorrow off-day. going out with shu ling*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-8671631413733461006?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8671631413733461006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=8671631413733461006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8671631413733461006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8671631413733461006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/fabians-dim-sum-treat.html' title='fabian&apos;s dim sum treat'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1652043694487998314</id><published>2007-08-27T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:22:55.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day work at CC</title><content type='html'>go to TB unit with shu ling today. yes. AGAIN. no bump, not even any red patch. lolz. nothing at all. so the result is go back take 3rd jab loh. as long as after 1st Oct can liao. sianz. already immuned to injection. then eat lunch at square 2. the lemon chicken cutlet rice quite nice. shop abit. i buy earrings again. argh! itchy eyes, itchy hands. haha. see le always want buy. parted with shu ling at outram mrt. want to walk to kreta ayer CC, but lost my way. i discover that i'm walking further away from it. lol. in the end, take 250 - taxi! wah lao, the CC is located so inside, who will spot it larhs. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colin is the first person i met. then a formal handshake with mr Lu - centre manager. he briefly tell me the job scope over there, but there are some small details that i have to pick them up as time goes by. he also introduce me to the colleagues - irene, fabian, chris, david, winnie, mdm ng, raju, auntie, andy and of course colin. they are all friendly and helpful, especially andy and colin. andy is another temporary staff like me. both of them teach me alot. today me and andy compile a list of the ongoing courses in the CC. have to refer to the trainers' attendance book for the 7days. help colin type the required text for the new hair styling course poster. he has a hard time trying to squeeze all the information into 1page. lols. i already started to answer phone calls on the first day. actually the job scope is pretty simple, about the same like what i used to do in cleverland. and the good thing is that it tends to get slacky and carefree sometimes. can surf net! haas. well, 1month there for me. don't know if they still need people during weekends. wanna secure a part time job when school reopens mahs. though the location of work very ULU. blehh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. tomorrow work morning shift. gotta get some beauty sleep le. signing off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-1652043694487998314?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1652043694487998314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1652043694487998314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1652043694487998314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1652043694487998314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-work-at-cc.html' title='first day work at CC'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-596596160510154646</id><published>2007-08-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:23:31.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck!</title><content type='html'>i don't know how to put it. surprisingly. yesterday he gave me a call. my hp was in silent form, even no vibrations. it just happened that i was checking my hp when he called. so i answered. well, he apologised. talked to me for around half an hour. i shall not go into the details. just that today i feel brighten up. maybe it is because of his call. i don't know, or i should not bluff myself. lol. he is back to me now, or has he ever leave me? perhaps i'm too paranoid. haiz. i don't want to raise my hopes too high up. as i'm still not sure where we are now. only time can prove everything. but who will like to wait? humans are naturally impatient. including me. sighhs. i do hope to see him again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-596596160510154646?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/596596160510154646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=596596160510154646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/596596160510154646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/596596160510154646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/stuck.html' title='stuck!'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4289740276800486734</id><published>2007-08-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:11:35.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new job again.</title><content type='html'>i really had a bad feeling about FMAH paper. wahh. thursday de FMAH paper damn troublesome, calculate so much worth so little. drove me crazy. gonna flunk it bahh. anyway it's over le. so, don't think about it. for now, it's holiday time! finally can relax abit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today go on a job search with shu ling. she don't like her job, i also don't like mine. so we send resumes to look for other jobs. got a few interviews on hand. before going for the interviews, we make our way to the TB unit for 2nd jab. now is on my right hand. damn! tut tut complains very hand, cause this time the nurse slowly inject. for me, it's still okay lar. just that till now like nothing sia, no bump at all. siao! don't tell me i need take the 3rd jab. argh! never mind, next monday going back to measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makan yoshinoya. then the whole day we go about singapore. tanjong pagar, raffles place, chinatown, IMM. of course, we will get informed if there are jobs suitable for us. but i have been chosen for a vacation admin job at a community centre. gonna start work next monday. which is FABULOUS. i mean at least this holiday i won't rot at home or stuck at that current job of working on weekends only. they still want me to transfer over to hougang branch. dotx. can't see esther and suzie le, then have to face estee. haiz. well, i submitted the resignation letter liao. last day of work is this sunday. wahaha. furthermore, i am able to work in another tuition agency when school reopens. together with shu ling. flexible hours. &lt;strong&gt;woohoo!&lt;/strong&gt; really suits me as i am going to have a very very busy schedule then. with 2gems and 2 nights of psychology class. OVERLOADED. yup. jobs settled. maybe i go back to RCCC on my off days. if not yanling will nag at me =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shu ling asks me if i am waiting for him. i am taken back. it kinda struck me that i don't know the answer. actually i thought about it. because of this period, even if later (which i don't know when) he treats me really well, the relationship will face difficulties to continue. i mean i feel that we both now are like strangers. he is totally different now compared to before his school reopened. if you really and do like the person so much, will you just dump him or her aside (no calls, no sms and sometimes no msn) due to busy school schedule? at times absolutely no contact. he seems to have forgotten about my existence. i have not seen him for almost 2months le. busy is painly a BIG excuse to cover all his neglection for me. trust is another BIG excuse to 'so-called' assure me. i don't even know where the trust component vanish to. this is inhumane treatment! seriously, i do feel hurt that time, cried for nights. but now, i am numb, or should i say immuned? immuned to his neglection and absence. my shattered heart already sank to the bottomless when he came back from hongkong and just wished me a simple 'happy birthday' via msn. i don't think i am significant to him anymore. he is having exams now. later will be his attachment. shall see how. whether this fate is meant to be is not up to me to decide. i have tried my best =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4289740276800486734?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4289740276800486734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4289740276800486734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4289740276800486734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4289740276800486734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-job-again.html' title='new job again.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6933955816807541375</id><published>2007-08-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:40:52.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discharge by frustration</title><content type='html'>finally! 2 down, 1 more to go. today announces the end of BIZLAW paper. still alright, just that whatever dennis sim asked us to focus on, most of them cease to appear on the actual paper itself. lolx. oh my gosh! i have a bad feeling for my FMAH paper sia. cause i have not started studying yet. damn. shu ling still got the mood to go dim sum buffet tomorrow afternoon. dots. siao. not much time left to study le. the pricing, budgeting, incremental analysis, journal entries..ARGH. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i too crazed over BIZLAW. suddenly thought of a rather dumb question. &lt;strong&gt;can relationship be discharged by frustration?&lt;/strong&gt; well, do you all see any link between relationship and law? but relationship can be discharged by frustration to a certain extent. let me prove my stand (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a relationship is somehow a contract made between both parties, whereby one party offers love and care to other party, and the other party willingly accepts this stated offer. the relationship is binding on both parties as one should stay faithful to another in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after it is formed, a relationship (contract) can be frustrated when through no fault of the parties, circumstances arise which makes the performance of the contract impossible, pointless, or illegal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointlessness: the discharge of relationship by this type of frustration can only applied to spoilt relationships that involve the fading feeling of both parties. and no betrayal of feelings like presence of third party should be included. i suppose this kind of fading feeling is mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossibility: this specific kind of frustration can solely be used to discharge a relationship whereby the subject matter does not exist. it means that maybe one party has a change of heart, so it is impossible to retain the changed heart no matter how hard the other party trys to. therefore, the relationship is impossible to carry on. please distinct this from pointlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illegality: a relationship is illegal to continue if one of the parties involved is a third party of another relationship. maybe he or she does not know his or her own status as a third party from the start. when discovered the hurtful truth, it is up to him or her to decide on whether to frustrate the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will focus on the pointlessness in frustration. perhaps this is what i am experiencing now. pointlessness will be the best to descibe the circumstances of frustration. "a contract becomes pointless to perform when the purpose of the contract, known to both parties, no longer exists." &lt;strong&gt;a relationship becomes pointless to carry on when the purpose of the relationship (to provide love and care for each other), known to both parties, no longer exists.&lt;/strong&gt; this is therefore FRUSTRATION, whereby the relationship comes to an end and the liability of both parties is automatically discharged at the time of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, both parties cannot use the frustrated contracts act to serve as a remedy for frustration. the losses suffered by both parties are unquantifiable. it is something that even money cannot recover. the sweet memories and happiness are lost with the effect of frustration. yet both parties are relieved from the emotional pain and torment with the discharge of the pointless relationship. &lt;em&gt;so, i personally do no think that the discharge of relationship by frustration should be processed peacefully.&lt;/em&gt; nothing can be claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGG! why i sound so profound with my whole load of crap about frustration? lols. it's up to you to decide on the validity of my viewpoint. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-6933955816807541375?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6933955816807541375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6933955816807541375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6933955816807541375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6933955816807541375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/discharge-by-frustration.html' title='discharge by frustration'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4736334718521838943</id><published>2007-08-19T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T03:35:02.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day for see hui.</title><content type='html'>haiz. today go work. it's see hui's last day. kinda sad. only know her for 1month plus. friendly colleague. &lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;/strong&gt;for the great help! &lt;strong&gt;and sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for the trouble caused. see hui has been guiding me all the way through when i'm new to the job. just fun to work with her. perhaps she is leaving for good. aiming for something with better career prospect, rather than stick to the ex-position of 'centre superviser'. the job scope for her is quite narrow, with a fairly light job load. only beneficial to a part-timer like me, but definitely not suitable for a full-timer like her. it is more about administrative procedures, cashiering and customer service. shall &lt;strong&gt;wish her all the best&lt;/strong&gt; to the new job! suzie and esther can't bear to see her leave too. we all gonna miss her yahhx. &lt;em&gt;her laughter, our gossips.&lt;/em&gt; haha. well, i will be on my own next weekend onwards. abit scared that i will screwed things up without see hui's help. sometimes it is necessary to be independent. but suzie and esther are always there to chit-chat with me and lighten my stressed mood. so..still have to continue working next weekend loh. lastly, hope to keep in touch with her (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4736334718521838943?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4736334718521838943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4736334718521838943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4736334718521838943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4736334718521838943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day-for-see-hui.html' title='last day for see hui.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8851134202784656107</id><published>2007-08-18T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:53:08.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 18th birthday at CAROUSEL</title><content type='html'>actually our buffet date is yesterday, but due to tut tut, the reservation is changed to today, which is my 18th birthday! haha. not a bad thing. morning go to TB unit with the guys to take result. &lt;strong&gt;TMD!&lt;/strong&gt; mine don't have reaction, then asks me go back for another jab on another day. damn pissed! so if no reaction at all, total have to take 3 jabs. WTF! not me only, still got joe, qinghuang, shu ting and shu ling. really bad mood there. sorry guys for the attitude =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our buffet lunch starts at 12pm till 230pm. it is raining so heavily today. at orchard. we are in very pathetic state. abit drenched and intend to enter into a classy restaurant. so paiseh. well, i made a reservation of 3persons in CAROUSEL at royal plaza on scotts. we are seated at the terrace section, facing the orchard road. food there is satisfactory, with lots of variety (japanese sushi, italian pasta, local delights like chicken rice balls, seafood, sweet desserts &amp; FONDUE!) service staff is polite and initiative. first time i hear joe complain that he is bloated and can't walk. lol. buffet menu really over-satisfy his hunger. three of us like only take and share, but we are still damn full. the seafood is fresh, especially the prawns. both of them bully me to shell the prawns for them. dot. the cream soup is superb. the chicken rice ball is tasty. the choco fondue is sinful. the ice-cream is sweet. the bread and butter pudding is yummy. the black pepper chicken, beef tenderloin, mutton...&lt;em&gt;AWW!&lt;/em&gt; i do not make a wrong choice in choosing &lt;strong&gt;CAROUSEL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOTiOQMBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mf6izaLrpV0/s1600-h/Picture0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100060831787266066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOTiOQMBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mf6izaLrpV0/s200/Picture0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOOyOQMAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LuPyLCGDc2A/s1600-h/Picture0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100060750182887426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOOyOQMAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LuPyLCGDc2A/s200/Picture0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm~ the roses and candles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOcSOQMDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NjcCzXFUXfo/s1600-h/Picture0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100060982111121458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOcSOQMDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NjcCzXFUXfo/s200/Picture0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOXiOQMCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-y03dcA-65I/s1600-h/Picture0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100060900506742818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOXiOQMCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/-y03dcA-65I/s200/Picture0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROUSEL at royal plaza on scotts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscO7SOQMFI/AAAAAAAAAco/c9Sw5gI0p_0/s1600-h/Picture0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061514687066194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscO7SOQMFI/AAAAAAAAAco/c9Sw5gI0p_0/s200/Picture0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscO0COQMEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XWZaNvTiZ0I/s1600-h/Picture0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061390133014594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscO0COQMEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XWZaNvTiZ0I/s200/Picture0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscPTCOQMHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BYYowCK7cT0/s1600-h/Picture0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061922708959346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscPTCOQMHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BYYowCK7cT0/s200/Picture0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscPNCOQMGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dlyk6CazpcE/s1600-h/Picture0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061819629744226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscPNCOQMGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dlyk6CazpcE/s200/Picture0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the different sweet stuffs on display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscQBSOQMKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5YgGiJGaOrQ/s1600-h/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100062717277909154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscQBSOQMKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5YgGiJGaOrQ/s320/Picture0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscP6yOQMJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/akWzjXRDvBU/s1600-h/Picture0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100062605608759442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscP6yOQMJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/akWzjXRDvBU/s200/Picture0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscP0yOQMII/AAAAAAAAAdA/qU6BS-gFDrg/s1600-h/Picture0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100062502529544322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscP0yOQMII/AAAAAAAAAdA/qU6BS-gFDrg/s200/Picture0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the unique table setting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscTjiOQMXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/1wdZhGtnqOk/s1600-h/Picture0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100066604223312242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscTjiOQMXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/1wdZhGtnqOk/s200/Picture0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscTfSOQMWI/AAAAAAAAAew/Lc9Uy_Lkqjo/s1600-h/Picture0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100066531208868194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscTfSOQMWI/AAAAAAAAAew/Lc9Uy_Lkqjo/s200/Picture0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the scallops, mussels, crayfish... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscTWyOQMVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Y9-o70582Vk/s1600-h/Picture0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100066385179980114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscTWyOQMVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Y9-o70582Vk/s320/Picture0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shu ling's favourite: DIM SUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSRyOQMQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yJeSo7oFMUo/s1600-h/Picture0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100065199769006338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSRyOQMQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yJeSo7oFMUo/s200/Picture0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSNSOQMPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_6fF52RksA8/s1600-h/Picture0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100065122459594994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSNSOQMPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_6fF52RksA8/s200/Picture0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREAM SOUP and pasta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSWiOQMRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hCmXSVYEhdw/s1600-h/Picture0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100065281373384978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSWiOQMRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hCmXSVYEhdw/s200/Picture0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSayOQMSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9XMTiEArNBU/s1600-h/Picture0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100065354387829026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSayOQMSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/9XMTiEArNBU/s200/Picture0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe never get to eat the chicken pie (too FULL). &lt;strong&gt;my choco fondue!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSoyOQMUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZpP77NsaWt4/s1600-h/Picture0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100065594905997634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSoyOQMUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZpP77NsaWt4/s200/Picture0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSjSOQMTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VBAiYIDQu1M/s1600-h/Picture0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100065500416717106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscSjSOQMTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VBAiYIDQu1M/s200/Picture0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;variety of stuffs to dip (eg. &lt;em&gt;strawberries&lt;/em&gt;, grapes, biscuits, pineapple) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscRoyOQMMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ccQw_YbRVFQ/s1600-h/Picture0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100064495394369730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscRoyOQMMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ccQw_YbRVFQ/s200/Picture0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscRkSOQMLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2EaQllwP6EI/s1600-h/Picture0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100064418084958386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscRkSOQMLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2EaQllwP6EI/s200/Picture0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got other desserts! choco gateaux, apple flan cake (left). coffee, mango, raspberry (right). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100064589883650258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscRuSOQMNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/fflEoTXuc5E/s320/Picture0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the famous bread and butter pudding! i can't finish it cause too full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVVSOQMfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9GzsvorLxKg/s1600-h/Picture0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100068558433432050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVVSOQMfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9GzsvorLxKg/s200/Picture0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVPyOQMeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Cm7CEhberJY/s1600-h/Picture0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100068463944151522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVPyOQMeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Cm7CEhberJY/s200/Picture0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe eating the soba noodles, shu ling biting the sweet and sour fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVKyOQMdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h5Hx4960dEg/s1600-h/Picture0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100068378044805586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVKyOQMdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h5Hx4960dEg/s200/Picture0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVFyOQMcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lvnPMMtiDEw/s1600-h/Picture0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100068292145459650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVFyOQMcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lvnPMMtiDEw/s200/Picture0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US. random pictures. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVBCOQMbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ejMc7xpkgI4/s1600-h/Picture0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100068210541081010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscVBCOQMbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ejMc7xpkgI4/s200/Picture0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscU9COQMaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9G_67qSnuE0/s1600-h/Picture0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100068141821604258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscU9COQMaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9G_67qSnuE0/s200/Picture0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe entertaining my camera. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscU2yOQMZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HpUCPF1hiu0/s1600-h/Picture0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100068034447421842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscU2yOQMZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HpUCPF1hiu0/s200/Picture0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscUzSOQMYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6a-W89CY9Ig/s1600-h/Picture0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100067974317879682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscUzSOQMYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6a-W89CY9Ig/s200/Picture0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she rejects my kiss. BLEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;their company really makes my day great. after the super satisfying lunch, we go to far east walk walk to digest the sinful treats. take neoprints. shu ling too high till ki siao. maybe she haven't take neos for long. haha. the machine is so fun. conclusion is: JOE IS CUTE! shu ling also agrees. later they pei me to dhoby to buy clothes. sorry guys for the waiting. then i buy a new anklet from perlini's silver. old one broke. and i'm used to having 2anklets chained to my right ankle. lolx. tut tut looks tired, so we go home. joe still have a barbeque going on at night. really don't know he can eat anot. hees. so my 18th birthday is celebrated. thanks to them =) i remember something. now i can buy alcoholic drinks legally. hui wen asks me organise ladies night during holidays. lol. by the way, i reach home to receive a quite big hongbao from my dad's friend. thanks again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sms:&lt;/strong&gt; melissa, nigel, jazreel, malcolm, ling hui, hui wen, debbie, hui ting, xinyi, edwin, dom and jinhong. &lt;strong&gt;friendster:&lt;/strong&gt; jane, nigel, stephanie, si qian, hai ping, chenise, shu ling, malcolm, sarrah, samantha, jun hao and CSK. &lt;strong&gt;in person:&lt;/strong&gt; ar ming, shu ling and my brother joey. &lt;strong&gt;msn:&lt;/strong&gt; jia hua kor kor and joe. &lt;strong&gt;phone call:&lt;/strong&gt; elisha. &lt;strong&gt;tagboard:&lt;/strong&gt; joycee, zhen shun, shu ling and diana. thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. &lt;em&gt;APPRECIATED.&lt;/em&gt; hope i do not miss anyone out (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;he is 2573km, 1599miles and 1389 nautical miles away from here. still in hongkong. wondering how he celebrated his 18th birthday. maybe with his whole class. i am insignificant to him le bahh. haix. &lt;em&gt;get real, xueshi! &lt;/em&gt;stop bombarding your mind with these thoughts anymore. focus on BIZLAW and FMAH tomorrow onwards!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-8851134202784656107?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8851134202784656107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=8851134202784656107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8851134202784656107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8851134202784656107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/actually-our-buffet-date-is-yesterday.html' title='my 18th birthday at CAROUSEL'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RscOTiOQMBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mf6izaLrpV0/s72-c/Picture0423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4385482311687824083</id><published>2007-08-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:00:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TB jab!</title><content type='html'>IHRO paper today. so-so loh. write until hand sore. almost everyone calculations different answers. hahax. still left BIZLAW and FMAH. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of us go to TB unit to take jab. me, shu ling, mel, joe, ming, qinghuang, shu ting, yu shan and si leng. don't know where jian hong going as he stays with us on the train. keep suaning me. humphf. the stupid TB unit so ulu de place, we have to walk so far from novena mrt. *pant pant* anyway the jab is painful and stinging, but for awhile nia. the sian thing is need to go back on saturday to collect result. i intend to rot at home de! lol. looking forward to friday. the yummilicious desserts! &lt;strong&gt;aRrr!&lt;/strong&gt; sure put on weight on that day de. heeX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all go home, except da jie who wants to walk walk novena square. joe takes to sengkang with me, pei me walk around loh. the same usual places for him - comics connection and metro. haha. then he suggests to walk every floor of compass point to look out for the interesting facts. LAME. well i play along with him. learn something new too - smallest micro teddy bear is only 9mm! spots these winnie the pooh family in mini toons. &lt;strong&gt;HA!&lt;/strong&gt; besides the justice league, we foursome can fit into them also. wahaha. joe - tigger (so damn active), shu ling - eyeore (abit gong gong, OOPs), me - piglet (i like piglet!), mel - winnie the pooh (last choice). joe buay tahan me, but still have the courtesy to help me hold them so i can take the picture. thanks arh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsMuR4JTmVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jPWHXL-LStE/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098970087777605970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsMuR4JTmVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jPWHXL-LStE/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i tell joe that i want that big piglet on display. he sees the price tag and peng! 60bucks. haha. still give excuse say piglet must small then nice. BLEHH. quite true, abit too big le, but nice to hug lehx. so yahhz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsMuJYJTmUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RfqJgbT-JXI/s1600-h/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098969941748717890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsMuJYJTmUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RfqJgbT-JXI/s320/Picture0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;think he leaving for hongkong soon le. even when he come back, he totally missed out our birthday date. still have to see if he free anot to celebrate. looks like he don't give a damn. expect so much from me somemore. take me for granted arh. then why am i clinging hard to this thing?! without any contact, i am sure that feelings will somehow fade and emptied. left nothing, absolutely nothing. heys, i going to be 18 in a few days' time! why am i acting like that! time to wake up and realise everything is just a foul play! i can't promise, but i will try to get over this whole thing. fate makes us meet, but we may not be fated to be together forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- loving someone is about having feelings in the inner heart for him.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4385482311687824083?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4385482311687824083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4385482311687824083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-3811893389363349218</id><published>2007-08-13T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:08:15.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bdae presents.</title><content type='html'>so stressed! exams soon le! but i like no mood for studying sia. maybe because my birthday is coming liao. or i'm already in holiday mood, just like shu ling. haha. by the way, i want to apologise to &lt;strong&gt;malcolm&lt;/strong&gt; aka CHICKEN for the slow update. seriously i am trying hard not to touch my lappie. must resist the temptation. lol. chicken, you have to jiayou for PACC and STATS hor (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, have been staying at home for the past few days. so nothing much had happened. my birthday still yet to arrive, but i already receive presents from my goddad and wendy mama. below the bracelet is from goddad, but wendy mama chooses it. goddad only pay. haas. later he comments say not nice, then wendy mama so scared that i don't like it. the design okays la, stainless steel plus a small teeny weeny diamond inside the heart. i just don't understand why the price so expensive (wendy mama forgot to take out the official receipt from CITIGEMS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfmIJTmTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nyqvIYWuCn0/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179886809585970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfmIJTmTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nyqvIYWuCn0/s200/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfiYJTmSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pjUDy5suHzM/s1600-h/Picture0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179822385076514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfiYJTmSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pjUDy5suHzM/s200/Picture0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bracelet from CITIGEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfD4JTmPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ofJGlYXGTtA/s1600-h/Picture0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179298399066354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfD4JTmPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ofJGlYXGTtA/s200/Picture0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfI4JTmQI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/KpsszWmQuJI/s1600-h/Picture0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179384298412290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfI4JTmQI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/KpsszWmQuJI/s200/Picture0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfPYJTmRI/AAAAAAAAAbY/82vdTMwx1Yo/s1600-h/Picture0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179495967562002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfPYJTmRI/AAAAAAAAAbY/82vdTMwx1Yo/s200/Picture0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and wendy mama herself got me a cute mini handbag. so kawaii that i don't think i dare to use it. hahax. really lah. the prints are so colourful, and the graphics are so ke ai. it will be so weird that this cute thingy is being carried by me. somemore joe says i have a 'chao lao' face. lolz. sia lar. even after few years, this bag gonna be as new as it is now =P anyway, wanna thanks both of them for the presents. &lt;em&gt;appreciated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-3811893389363349218?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/3811893389363349218/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RsBfmIJTmTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nyqvIYWuCn0/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-3558346380463308490</id><published>2007-08-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:43:04.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sim lim trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;went with joe to sim lim for the past 2days. walked a total of about 25km. lols. 1st trip there was to buy earphones for myself and joe wanted to buy his micro 2gb SD card. we walked around so much. joe wanted to get the best price while i still have not decide what type to buy. after that went his hse to study FMAH. instead too tired i fell asleep on the sofa. he took my ugly sleeping picture. argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2nd trip there was to have my dumb MP4 repaired and joe forgot to buy card reader the other day. he bishh me so much. wah lao. all my bizlaw inside my head all spilled out le. buay tahan him. but was fun out with him. entertain me alots. haha. did not feel like going his house. always make me sleepy de. so i dragged him to vivocity de skypark. was quite windy there. but joe kao pei about the people who dipped their feet into the murky water. then blah blah blah. though did not study much, at least got my budgeting doubts cleared. by the way, we saw melissa everywhere. especially in Toys'r'us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096721436174948546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RrsxJIJTmMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YVEfTrotGhI/s320/Picture0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;mel! where's your body?! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096721848491808994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RrsxhIJTmOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fsSqwgVOKQI/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;joe made this spidey toy look so GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;sigh. i think i miss him too much. i dreamt of him last night. dreamt that he was by my side again. could see his smile, could hear his voice, could feel his touch. i felt so happy. i thought everything was real. well, it seemed so real to me. then *pop*, i woke up. a dream at all. if i knew that earlier, i would never want to wake up. never want to open my eyes to face the reality. he was so near, yet so far. seriously, i feel terrible inside. a feeling that makes me sick and hurt. i'm better off dead. the memories of him is so torturing that it has ripped me into pieces. R.I.P. i have never felt something like that before. i do not know why. perhaps i have already sank too deep. there's no way to turn back now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-3558346380463308490?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/3558346380463308490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=3558346380463308490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3558346380463308490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3558346380463308490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/sim-lim-trip.html' title='sim lim trip'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RrsxJIJTmMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YVEfTrotGhI/s72-c/Picture0401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5730910836114398713</id><published>2007-08-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:42:37.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;monday went jurong point with shu ling after handed in BIZLAW ca2 to miss pat. BIZLAW lecture lasted so long sia. both were damn hungry. we ate KFC. eee. had the urge to eat but so oily. haha. then talk lots. very full so we walked around. got some pictures of the cute stuffs in 'gift a name'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriLOoJTmLI/AAAAAAAAAao/GZPqtEsFolw/s1600-h/Picture0012edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095976061780596914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriLOoJTmLI/AAAAAAAAAao/GZPqtEsFolw/s320/Picture0012edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the piggies form of &lt;strong&gt;JUSTICE LEAGUE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriKcoJTmKI/AAAAAAAAAag/h8lkHLtysFU/s1600-h/Picture0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095975202787137698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriKcoJTmKI/AAAAAAAAAag/h8lkHLtysFU/s200/Picture0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriKWIJTmJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FQdon2K5bQ4/s1600-h/Picture0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095975091117987986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriKWIJTmJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FQdon2K5bQ4/s200/Picture0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moo moo reminded me of da jie.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wanted to buy present for my wendy mama. but could not find one. shu ling looked tired too. so we went home to have an early rest. study week started le. yet no mood to study. sianx. how to pull through these days???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone emo yesterday. i had been so hurt. tears just gushed out. unstoppable. i knew we would end like that. but i could not accept this fact. he made me believe in him, yet he was the one who seemed to abandon me, left me by myself to nurse the injured wound. where had his feelings for me gone to? i did not know. i wanted to wait until that specific day, which i might be clinging to an empty hope. i knew that. by then, would i feel like being thrown off the cliff again? painful! i did not wish to give up, to give up this fate that we had. but shu ling said it took two hands to clap. very true. but i could not bring myself to forget about him. &lt;em&gt;his everything. his face, his voice, his words, his promises...&lt;/em&gt; argh. sometimes i hate myself, get irritated by my own actions too. i'm a foolish idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;joe consoled me after i spoke to him via msn. he cheered me up by letting me to see him all wrapped up through webcam. damn funny. so weird. watch anime must wrapped up in blanket? dots. but he did make me feel better after that =) THANKS. *wanna thank jaz for her concern too*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriKA4JTmHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QHOfEXb-Ips/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095974726045767794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriKA4JTmHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QHOfEXb-Ips/s200/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriKJ4JTmII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FEWK9MZB4hU/s1600-h/Picture0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095974880664590466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriKJ4JTmII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FEWK9MZB4hU/s200/Picture0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;machiam like 'the ring'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5730910836114398713?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5730910836114398713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5730910836114398713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5730910836114398713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5730910836114398713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-guys.html' title='thanks guys.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RriLOoJTmLI/AAAAAAAAAao/GZPqtEsFolw/s72-c/Picture0012edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2330586152225482866</id><published>2007-08-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:16:01.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LE PHANTOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;so so tired. finally got time to relax le. cause all the projects and reports are done and gone. woohoo! but the coming week will be study break. another chionging time for me. then my year 2 semester 1 will just end like that. so fast! next semster shall be damn busy, with two gems and my two psycho modules. OVERLOADED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i also very long never update since my last blog entry. was busy with projects, reports and shatec practical. by the way, shatec practical on saturday was a successful and self-satisfying one. &lt;strong&gt;WELL DONE, DTRM 04!&lt;/strong&gt; was being praised for amazing centerpieces and service quality. was said to beat the original standards set. ronald asked us to be &lt;em&gt;proud&lt;/em&gt; of ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe's group de snowglobe was incredible, they really installed the small fan inside the basket to make the styrofoam bits fly about. estee's group was refreshing with the theme of 'secret garden'; the centerpieces were real flowers and their mocktail was fruitily decorated with lime, cherry and pineapple. diana's group was classically refined to the theme of 'jazz music', blue-ish and stylish; i love their baby blue sweet mocktail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well. our group (ar ming, nigel, me, melissa and shu ling) welcomed the guests to &lt;strong&gt;'LE PHANTOM'&lt;/strong&gt;. as what ronald commented, the centerpiece was simply elegant and crisp-cut to fit the original atmosphere of the Rosette restaurant. our le phantom &lt;em&gt;ANGUISH&lt;/em&gt; mocktail really made him wonder what was inside. lols. blame it on the damn concentrated minute maid orange juice. we were still happy to hear the positive comments from miss chen's husband. good job, my groupmates! never expect the last-min idea to work out so wonderfully. to nigel: you were a responsible captain, though blur at times. haha. to mel: thanks for preparing the mocktail and you did have a hard time washing the glassware. sorry. to ming: sometimes it was in a mess, stay calm and everything would work out fine. to shu ling: you did not have to be afraid to serve people, everything started with the first step. to myself: relax, be alert and never ever stressed out! &lt;strong&gt;to everyone: yeah! guys, we made it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095258776472361026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RrX-3IJTmEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/z8ORxJZ0Bmo/s320/Picture0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Le Phantom~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095258888141510738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RrX-9oJTmFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/feV6TP5afds/s320/Picture0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;our group's table setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095258965450922082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RrX_CIJTmGI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dG9p50_hN8k/s320/Picture0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;DTRM 04's speciality mocktails!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hope joyce will be alright and back with us again. do take care of yourself, girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i hope i will be alright too. physically and emotionally. the test is yet to come, but sooner or later. i don't want to miss my exams. please don't give me another deadly blow. broken promises, fallen tears, bleeding heart, painful heartbreak. i think, he is gone, from my life, almost without a trace. my heart is wounded seriously. it has bled so much that it cannot bleed now. he is so cruel, cause of his studies , he left me by myself. to him, ignorance is bliss, isn't it? for me, his ignorance pierces my heart and destroys everything inside. the trust between us is fading away slowly, i guess the feelings is experiencing the same thing too. our shared memories once forgotten, is there any chance to retrieve them back? saddd..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2330586152225482866?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2330586152225482866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2330586152225482866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2330586152225482866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2330586152225482866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/08/le-phantom.html' title='LE PHANTOM'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RrX-3IJTmEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/z8ORxJZ0Bmo/s72-c/Picture0266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-276326399684893554</id><published>2007-07-27T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:48:19.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;guys, i know. damn damn long never update blog liao. neglect its existence. haha. busy with work on weekends and busy with projects on weekdays. work is quite fine for me. people there are nice. see hui, esther, daniel, suzi, tessie, mr ow and blah blah. especially see hui, she teaches me lotsa stuffs. esther talks about her funny students. collect payments, register new students, change of courses, update attendance, call students, photocopy and scanning...time passes very fast. easy money ^^ so so &lt;strong&gt;STRESSED&lt;/strong&gt; in school. everything due next week. TBR report, psycho test, RWPS presentation- monday. gem test - wednesday. IHRO report, BIZLAW ca2 - friday. shatec practical (table theme, mocktail making, service standards) - saturday. will ki siao lehh. so little time left. multiple projects. haix. hate reports to core! &lt;strong&gt;*chill chill*&lt;/strong&gt; not enough sleep somemore. hais~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past wednesday went for training in shatec. while waited for mr singh to get the place ready, ming showcased his manly voice. sang &lt;strong&gt;'wait for you'&lt;/strong&gt; by elliott yamin. very nice! recorded it down =) then we were taught how to set tables. even got dimensions. lolx. how to perform services. long time didnt work banquet le. dont know i can make it on saturday anot. mr spongebob singh was as funny as ever. made us laugh alot. told us so much history of the dining table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091896530044164130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RqoM6oJTmCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tkgKwKPQmvs/s320/Picture0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ar ming, the 'perfectionist'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091896611648542770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RqoM_YJTmDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/y7fIZy8Lp24/s320/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fork and spoon buddies~&lt;/p&gt;exam schedule is out long ago. feel so sian about it. think ar ming feels the same as me too. all my 3papers spread across mid-august, which means they spread across my &lt;strong&gt;18th&lt;/strong&gt; BIRTHDAY. shu ling got work on that day, so she celebrate with me on 17th. want drag joe go also. hehe. mel will celebrate with me after exams. so still quite alright. am i bluffing myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, the person i'm hoping for most eagerly will be away from 15th-20th at hong kong. he say will celebrate with me once he is back. who knows will he ever remember that he ever say that. or shall i say maybe by that time, he already forgotten about me. here i go, down in the dumps again. feeling numb now, very very numb to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18/08/07.&lt;/strong&gt; it is a saturday. think i dont work that day. gonna spend the day rotting myself away or sleep the day away. perhaps never wake up ever~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-276326399684893554?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/276326399684893554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=276326399684893554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/276326399684893554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/276326399684893554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/07/stressed.html' title='STRESSED!'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RqoM6oJTmCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tkgKwKPQmvs/s72-c/Picture0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6801566836520852550</id><published>2007-07-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:58:28.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joe talks CRAP</title><content type='html'>today ask joe to wait for me until end of psycho meeting. he looks sian so i want him to go home but he refuses. so he waits for at least an hour half lehh. on the way home, he entertains me so much. got into lame and crappy conversation with him. he intends to give everyone in DTRM04 an illness. well, me and hai ping tio &lt;strong&gt;SRRR&lt;/strong&gt;(slow reaction retarded reflexes), shu ling with her &lt;strong&gt;TTI&lt;/strong&gt; (tut tut illness), diana has &lt;strong&gt;SSTM &lt;/strong&gt;(super short term memory), gwean got &lt;strong&gt;TCTBT&lt;/strong&gt; (too cute to be true), chenise is &lt;strong&gt;FNE&lt;/strong&gt; (face no emotions), jazreel tio &lt;strong&gt;SBL&lt;/strong&gt; (small but loud), jian hong's illness is &lt;strong&gt;EXSL &lt;/strong&gt;(er xin si le); while mel has the longest illness name, &lt;strong&gt;LGZZXHH&lt;/strong&gt; (lao gong zui zui xin hui hui). LOL. joe is smart enough to think them out on the spot. amazing. but not enough time to ask him the rest. never mind. ask liao will update here de =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-6801566836520852550?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6801566836520852550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6801566836520852550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6801566836520852550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6801566836520852550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/07/joe-talks-crap.html' title='joe talks CRAP'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8620351148926315501</id><published>2007-07-10T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:59:19.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody~</title><content type='html'>damn it! forgot to pluck out mie thumbdrive after RWPS. today very early go school take. i slpt only for 4hours lehs. going crazy le. no IHRO tutorial mah, so bizlaw tutorial starts 1pm. luckliy my thumbdrive still there stuck in the cpu. i take le lazy go home so stay at clementi mac. sianx. sit there drink tea do tutorials. lol. meeting miss shu ling for lunch at 11am. i eat cheeseburger AGAIN. hais. no chicken for me for quite long time le. i'm sick for months liao. someone save me!!! then we walk around clementi area. spot 1silver eyeliner. buy next time bah cause at home have not use finish. spot bras too~ i want the pirates cum skull de! and also the ribbons! &lt;strong&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RpOmwyiu3PI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/E-7XZT1puGk/s1600-h/Picture0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085591761362803954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RpOmwyiu3PI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/E-7XZT1puGk/s320/Picture0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big news! joe is pregnant! &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS.&lt;/strong&gt; but the confusion is don't know whose child. wahaha. maybe it's gwean de. joe marries gwean for 1day. lolz. or maybe it's jianhong de. mel says it's miracle. guy and guy can conceive. well, joe is purely trying to entertain us. but amazing! his &lt;strong&gt;'blown'&lt;/strong&gt; stomach damn big lorhx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085591851557117186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RpOm2Ciu3QI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Zuu0hvE-ZCw/s320/Picture0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mel draws this on my hand. a flower~ with colours. cute right? she from yesterday ki siao till today. all because of uchi larh. or should i say uki. he's making a turnback. haha. even today she misses her bus also never mind. she din kao pei. rarely. the power of LOVE! woots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm trapped in a grey grey world. no clear borders of black and white. it feels so different now. hate the feeling. the day is so far away. i'm restless from the waiting. especially since his school reopen. i'm like being thrown aside. the promises he made are not fulfilled. he still claimed i expect too much. i already tried my best to be understanding. but will anyone like it if the person you cares for ignore you for the whole day?! sending a sms across don't take much effort or time. perhaps people don't tend to cherish things that are easily achieved. never mind. let his abacus replace me bahh. &lt;strong&gt;i'm moody* &lt;/strong&gt;not enough sleep also. sighh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-8620351148926315501?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8620351148926315501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=8620351148926315501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8620351148926315501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8620351148926315501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-it-forgot-to-pluck-out-mie.html' title='moody~'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RpOmwyiu3PI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/E-7XZT1puGk/s72-c/Picture0353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6175572553930993946</id><published>2007-07-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:59:51.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malcolmmy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RpOgPSiu3OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/p4pOiWHE0Xc/s1600-h/Picture0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085584588767419618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RpOgPSiu3OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/p4pOiWHE0Xc/s320/Picture0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you can see, joe is again being bullied. this time is by yu shan, who uses his head as table to fill up jaz's survey. watch out for joe's face. ooo. so ke lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RWPS lesson. i pull joe to girls' toilet. then he makes so much noise, even ask shu ting to help. dots. joe finally got into the right toilet. but malcolm catches me red-handed for bullying joe. OOPS! on msn, he ka jiao me. he wanna joe to bully me back by pulling me to guys' toilet. lols. i threaten to drag malcolm into girls' toilet. he scares everyone rape him. haa. i say i will video that scene. he complains don't want become tammy nyp. &lt;strong&gt;MALCOLMMY!&lt;/strong&gt; laugh my head out~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malcolm says my blog publicises joe too much le, even he also recognises him! lolx. joe boi. must thank me hors. i make u POPULAR~ by the way, forgot to mention about &lt;strong&gt;TUT TUT's quan&lt;/strong&gt;. got 'bu yao', 'giu zui' &amp;amp; 'liu liu'. joe created de. damn funny in action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-6175572553930993946?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6175572553930993946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6175572553930993946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6175572553930993946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6175572553930993946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-you-can-see-joe-is-again-being.html' title='malcolmmy!'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RpOgPSiu3OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/p4pOiWHE0Xc/s72-c/Picture0409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2517508463465526042</id><published>2007-07-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:43:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry~</title><content type='html'>to him: i am selfish. i take you for granted. very very sorry. it won't happen again. i promise. really appreciate what you have done for me. the changes and the effort made. it's my fault. i oversee them and blame you. but you still persist on. you will be the right one for me *let's wait for the day together~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2517508463465526042?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2517508463465526042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2517508463465526042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2517508463465526042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2517508463465526042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry.html' title='sorry~'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-7432044374600378203</id><published>2007-07-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:11:39.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking demo in shatec</title><content type='html'>mistake made to go for mice tutorial. ronald keeps kao peh. *bishh him* he spends half of the time nagging at us. so he only managed to cover what the budget contains. dorts. oh my gosh. today then i find out that mice proposal is due 20/07. though we do already have alot of infomation, but our group still dont know what to do. no format of the proposal given -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouymyiu3NI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-3XTlKKYIYo/s1600-h/Picture0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083352983889960146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouymyiu3NI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-3XTlKKYIYo/s320/Picture0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our class got 5guys. these are the four of them. sorry, joe not included. haha. what's with ar ming's expression. sorta cute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for bus to fetch us to shatec after TBR lecure. it takes damn long to arrive. heard from other classes that shatec training is boring, so sian half. then arrive there at around 2plus. shatec is so so small! even smaller than my sec sch. still located in some ulu ulu place. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouySSiu3KI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Lk0k7UrYx3c/s1600-h/Picture0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083352631702641826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouySSiu3KI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Lk0k7UrYx3c/s200/Picture0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouyXCiu3LI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sUznwTL4pbU/s1600-h/Picture0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083352713307020466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouyXCiu3LI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sUznwTL4pbU/s200/Picture0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chef there turns out to be quite funny, making the lesson lighten up. not so dry. he demostrates some cooking techniques. &lt;strong&gt;ARGH! FIRE~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Roux_Siu3II/AAAAAAAAAYY/2enLWO33Mvw/s1600-h/Picture0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083352305285127298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Roux_Siu3II/AAAAAAAAAYY/2enLWO33Mvw/s200/Picture0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouyEiiu3JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1XyrMNMNSs0/s1600-h/Picture0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083352395479440530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouyEiiu3JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1XyrMNMNSs0/s200/Picture0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouxxyiu3GI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HVneSDRwRsI/s1600-h/Picture0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083352073356893282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouxxyiu3GI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HVneSDRwRsI/s200/Picture0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Roux2yiu3HI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bDBoBpZF2ig/s1600-h/Picture0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083352159256239218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Roux2yiu3HI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bDBoBpZF2ig/s200/Picture0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to teach us the different ways of cooking, he seeks for volunteers. hai ping helps out with the plating of the steamed fish. claire from 02 splashes liquor onto the braised chicken. lastly mel got sabo by us. she tackles with the deep-fried fish. her favourite! mel, dont sad okays. you must try all ways to get into waseda university. dont give up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouxTyiu3FI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dz-eMHExeEc/s1600-h/Picture0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351557960817746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouxTyiu3FI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dz-eMHExeEc/s200/Picture0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouxOSiu3EI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4thH5itqA3Q/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351463471537218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouxOSiu3EI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4thH5itqA3Q/s200/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouxICiu3DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZrcK22hZxo0/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351356097354802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouxICiu3DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZrcK22hZxo0/s200/Picture0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouxCiiu3CI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xWKMLcVevPQ/s1600-h/Picture0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351261608074274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouxCiiu3CI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xWKMLcVevPQ/s200/Picture0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouw6iiu3BI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ysw3o2Z-41s/s1600-h/Picture0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351124169120786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouw6iiu3BI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ysw3o2Z-41s/s200/Picture0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouw0iiu3AI/AAAAAAAAAXY/g3q1f96nuUI/s1600-h/Picture0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351021089905666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouw0iiu3AI/AAAAAAAAAXY/g3q1f96nuUI/s200/Picture0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouwqyiu2_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bnP5km75mrg/s1600-h/Picture0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083350853586181106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouwqyiu2_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bnP5km75mrg/s200/Picture0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouwlSiu2-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/M5kj_qsBz-0/s1600-h/Picture0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083350759096900578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RouwlSiu2-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/M5kj_qsBz-0/s200/Picture0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ain't it a feast?! got steamed fish, braised chicken, mutton curry and beef stroganoff. woah. the baguette for the lamb masala is so crispy. though i dont eat fish, the steamed fish and deep-fried fish taste yummy. the chicken is so rich in liquor, hmm YUM YUM. these dishes are completed with different methos of cooking like proaching, steaming, braising, stewing, deep-frying, sauteing, gratinating and blah blah. joe is drooling all throughout the lesson. cooking demo suddenly becomes like food sampling. but thanks to the chef. he even ended the lesson early. we do enjoy ourselves (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-7432044374600378203?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/7432044374600378203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=7432044374600378203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7432044374600378203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7432044374600378203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/07/cooking-demo-in-shatec.html' title='cooking demo in shatec'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rouymyiu3NI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-3XTlKKYIYo/s72-c/Picture0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8651206087765993526</id><published>2007-07-03T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:36:15.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>happiee~ because of him! maslow's hiearchy of needs. lols. he has satisfied some of them. &lt;strong&gt;*cherishh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082978677490113474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RopeLSiu28I/AAAAAAAAAW4/chXpezZJgTw/s320/Blossom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this plant is in blossom again! after no life for so long outside my house. fresh leaves sprouted. bright orange flowers. ain't my &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt; the same as it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-8651206087765993526?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8651206087765993526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=8651206087765993526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8651206087765993526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8651206087765993526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RopeLSiu28I/AAAAAAAAAW4/chXpezZJgTw/s72-c/Blossom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8221636321161618108</id><published>2007-06-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:27:10.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fate..</title><content type='html'>have you ever met someone with the &lt;strong&gt;same DOB&lt;/strong&gt; as you? i mean same date, same month and same year. well, i just have. is it fate that brings me and him together? it is so scary. i am him and he is me. we both have the similar thinking, or shall i say &lt;strong&gt;SAME thinking&lt;/strong&gt;. sometimes it freaks me out when he knows exactly what i am thinking. gosh. shall i thank this fate that makes us come across each other? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-8221636321161618108?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8221636321161618108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=8221636321161618108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8221636321161618108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8221636321161618108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/fate.html' title='fate..'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4534704415945672926</id><published>2007-06-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:42:54.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MST week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;hey guys. sorry. didnt update blog for the past 1week. MST mahs. finally it's over, fear will only returns when time for results. LOL. okays. shall talk about the stuffs that happened these past few days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;20/6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;met shu ling to go joe's house study. at kovan melody. at last he moved house le. haha. we went there to &lt;strong&gt;PLAY&lt;/strong&gt; and slack. cause shu ling and me both very interested in his apartment. so we spent our time playing his lappie, nintendo and playing with HIM. he very ke lian. tio bully by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUr0yiu2zI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ywu73qJFldE/s1600-h/lynn28.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081515940478114610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUr0yiu2zI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ywu73qJFldE/s200/lynn28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUr7iiu20I/AAAAAAAAAV4/x89nEunzNag/s1600-h/joe17.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081516056442231618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUr7iiu20I/AAAAAAAAAV4/x89nEunzNag/s200/joe17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;one playing nintendo, one playing lappie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;HAIZ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081516417219484498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUsQiiu21I/AAAAAAAAAWA/gu4mbdTbEuw/s320/joe19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;he was driven into a corner by ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;26/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;IHRO test over liao. tomorrow is FMAH paper. me and shu ling went to jurong east. asked joe to join us to study. never expect he brought jian hong along! oh my gosh. sure could not study le. he claimed he met him in the toilet so shun bian walk him to find us. dorts~ in the end, he did help me clear some doubts. but poor shu ling had to tolerate his er xin actions. &lt;strong&gt;SCANDAL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUwPiiu22I/AAAAAAAAAWI/mdNJhoOmWw4/s1600-h/Picture0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081520798086126434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUwPiiu22I/AAAAAAAAAWI/mdNJhoOmWw4/s200/Picture0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUwVCiu23I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SuGpzoa1IFE/s1600-h/Picture0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081520892575406962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUwVCiu23I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SuGpzoa1IFE/s200/Picture0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;27/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;FMAH paper was so damn difficult. or should i say not enough time. mel not going for gem, so i pon also. i went to joe's and shu ling's gem class instead. haha. boring. their teacher so &lt;strong&gt;AUNTY like&lt;/strong&gt;. and alots 'fei hua'. then went home with joe. take bounce train at NEL. halfway wanna go vivo buy wallet. asked joe pei me go. used food to 'pian' him. he agreed &lt;strong&gt;IMMEDIATELY.&lt;/strong&gt; joe arh. u sure kana cheated by people de. got my wallet. then we went to daiso walk walk. surprisingly joe posed a picture for me. with that green ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081528073760725890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoU23Ciu24I/AAAAAAAAAWY/dM9DEdIaAqk/s320/Picture0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;29/06&lt;br /&gt;was so stressed by TBR. in the end the paper got more than enough time to complete. hengg. but cant go home yet. need stay back for IHRO's shatec f&amp;b lecture. the lecturer from shatec is so cute and humorous. keep us laughing and &lt;strong&gt;AWAKE throughout the lecture&lt;/strong&gt;. i wish SP lecturers could be as fun as him. shu ling says he looks like spongebob. hahax. abit abit lorhx. now tests finish le. time to relax abit. but still got 5projects at hand. SIAN. today with mel make way down to meet boss. later we walk walk in marina square before going home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081533811837033362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoU8FCiu25I/AAAAAAAAAWg/aUw3-L5p0Jg/s320/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;oops! &lt;strong&gt;'tou pai'&lt;/strong&gt; him~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;my brother wanted to entertain me when i was studying for MST. he played with the cordless phone. i forgot when i took the pictures. but he did cheer me up =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoU8zCiu26I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FU4ucq27Rd8/s1600-h/Picture0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081534602111015842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoU8zCiu26I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FU4ucq27Rd8/s200/Picture0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoU83Siu27I/AAAAAAAAAWw/wr2T--aQpm8/s1600-h/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081534675125459890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoU83Siu27I/AAAAAAAAAWw/wr2T--aQpm8/s200/Picture0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tried to lift up the phone then. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;DANGEROUS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4534704415945672926?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4534704415945672926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4534704415945672926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4534704415945672926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4534704415945672926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/mst-week_29.html' title='MST week'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RoUr0yiu2zI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ywu73qJFldE/s72-c/lynn28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1634820370557167386</id><published>2007-06-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:43:29.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUMB DUMB brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnfykfPgYmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2hqDFpjUoa4/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077793813559272034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnfykfPgYmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2hqDFpjUoa4/s320/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;my brother needs to go back for supplementary class for the last whole week of june holidays. ke lian right? haha. he taking PSLE this year end mah. he has a bad fall on the so-called 'first day' of school. hit the drain. lols. play &lt;strong&gt;'DISEASE'&lt;/strong&gt; game during break time. something like catching larh. he very clumsy. run run and fall down. still give excuse say shoes slippery. if you know the shoes slippery then dont run lah. serve him right! &lt;strong&gt;WAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; but i pity him. fall so badly not pain mehh. bloody and got so much blue-blacks and scratches. my mum ki siao when she saw it. think she heart pain the bad wounds bah. tsk tsk. play some more loh. but he wont scare de. confirm next time same thing happens. hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-1634820370557167386?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1634820370557167386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1634820370557167386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1634820370557167386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1634820370557167386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumb-dumb-brother.html' title='DUMB DUMB brother'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnfykfPgYmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2hqDFpjUoa4/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-3441493152543059913</id><published>2007-06-17T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:43:44.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyun bin drama series</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;i cut my hair liao. yesterday. shu ling will suan me saying, 'finally you do so.' cause i keep saying want to cut hair, but never have the chance to do so. very short and ugly now. &lt;strong&gt;GRrr..&lt;/strong&gt;i know i sound like mel when she got her hair cut that time. haha. the person says cut 1/2inch to trim the length, but like she cut so much loh. my hair alot thinner now, which i like. the person cut fringe for me, it looks &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;. but fringe shorter can wear hairband le. hees. well, costs me 10bucks only. so cannot expect too much. lalala~ hair still can grow de (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluemax having sale. certain korean drama series selling 2for$50. cheap hors. my laogong hyun bin's drama pieces are included. so i buy them. &lt;strong&gt;WEEE~&lt;/strong&gt; ireland and bodyguard. but dont know when i have the time to watch it. maybe after exams bahh. i havent watch his movie 'millionaire's first love' though i bought it so long ago. hAaa. die die. 1week of holiday gone le, i havent touch on any modules. &lt;strong&gt;I HAVENT STARTED STUDYING!!!&lt;/strong&gt; oh my god T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-3441493152543059913?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/3441493152543059913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=3441493152543059913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3441493152543059913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3441493152543059913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/hyun-bin-drama-series.html' title='hyun bin drama series'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5637384677507413840</id><published>2007-06-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:44:05.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reformat com, shop with shuling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;stupid computer could not install anti-virus. siao. i bought the software for 99bucks lehh. so i went to ka jiao joe and asked him to come my house help me format computer. he damn good, turned up at my house around 12pm. he found his way to my block, without me having to go to compass and bring him here. haha. actually he knew nothing about formatting, thus i let him read the guide book. i can format it myself cause i found the guide book in my storeroom yesterday night. but i wanted to have him here, in case something went wrong and i had someone to seek help. i am computer-dummy. LOL. formatting was quite fast, while waiting, joe had nothing to do. and he had not taken his breakfast. so he, with my brother, makan the maggi mee i cooked. they were &lt;strong&gt;big eaters&lt;/strong&gt; - two packets of maggie mee! he wanted to charge me $60!!! for service of formatting. dotx. okies done with the formatting. wanted joe to install anti-virus but could not, lack of certain pack. i had to download windows pack 2 from net, cause after formatting the computer reset originally to windows pack 1. 270mb, roughly 2hrs of downloading. then about time to meet boss. changed and went out with joe. he alighted at hougang to cut hair, FINALLY. i met ar ming at cityhall, and went up to meet boss in function office. boss was friendly and supportive. we mentioned our enquires, got his answers and we even chatted abit. he would try his best to get the relevant documents for us ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;i'm sick for weeks. cant smell, cant taste. feeling &lt;strong&gt;terrible&lt;/strong&gt;! pass the virus to my brother, but i dont feel any better. &lt;strong&gt;Zzzz.&lt;/strong&gt; finally go see doctor liao. my mum forces me to do so. bring my brother along. polyclinic. i hate it! hate to queue to see doctor. he makes me wait for so damn long. even people who are later than me have already gone downstairs to take medicine. &lt;strong&gt;WAH LAO!&lt;/strong&gt; plus the air-con is freezing me. argh! outside raining some more. goin out with shu ling, so dont know will make it on time mahh. my turn to see doctor le. after so LONG. the doctor has the &lt;strong&gt;'qian bian'&lt;/strong&gt; face. wahaha. then blah blah blah. he tells me to come back again for x-ray 1week later if i dont recover by then. damn scared to go back sia. still raining. dots. luckily take medicine finish rain becomes drizzle le. faster chiong home, makan and meet shu ling 12pm at dhoby ghaut. we walk walk around. looking out for shuai ges. lol. spots 1 in acer fair. snaps him but shall not post his pictures here. &lt;strong&gt;blehx.&lt;/strong&gt; oh yahhs. plaza singapura got spongebob show. she buys korean drama series and i buy a lighter from 77th street for my goddad. i pei her makan, then she needs go work. after parted with her, i go take my pathetic share of pay-$33. aint going back to work bah, starting new job next month. hope i can adapt. shop at watsons when i reach sengkang. order a 1kg choco cake for my goddad on my way back home. gonna take it tomorrow afternoon to my goddad's house. woah. i spend so much in a day :( plus i still owe my brother his birthday present. &lt;strong&gt;oops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077063097888301650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnVZ_PPgYlI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Nzn9Rho-d2I/s320/spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5637384677507413840?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5637384677507413840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5637384677507413840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5637384677507413840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5637384677507413840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/reformat-com-shop-with-shuling.html' title='reformat com, shop with shuling.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnVZ_PPgYlI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Nzn9Rho-d2I/s72-c/spongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-354755290846070638</id><published>2007-06-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:45:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hotel interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;ar ming, nigel. mel, shu ling and me. hoped to meet boss for MICE. but he not free. set an appointment with him le. yeaps. we went to copthorne kings hotel for IHRO project. met the duty manager and interviewed him. got all the details we needed. now time to work on the report. debriefed and distributed jobs. taxi refused to take us cause we had 5people. so poor mel had to walk to her bus stop. then we foursome take cab back to tiong bahru mrt. ming and nigel went off first. me and shu ling walked walked in tiong bahru plaza. after that went home. time passed so fast for that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075602564194525650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnApo_PgYdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oKpqrBOBU5k/s320/ming7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;guess ar ming found a new identical friend. &lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075602899201974754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAp8fPgYeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HN3XgV38yYY/s320/lollipop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;saw &lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt; big lolly. will ka jiao joe with this pic. hehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;meet mel early morning for SMART training cum briefing. she scolded her laogong &lt;strong&gt;'xiang jiao wu gui'&lt;/strong&gt; = 'banana tortoise'. LOL. ka jiao her with the &lt;strong&gt;wai yu&lt;/strong&gt; issue. woots! i'm going to bao sun zi in 9months time. mel, be sure u pop a baby for me then. she says early morning cannot talk about 'se se' thing. SMART got the dumb race. in the end we pon. hahas. then we make our way down to kovan. want to go joe's house to pick up our laogong. but it rains. sian 1/2. so we cant see our 1.8m laogong. sadd. walk around abit before take train to vivo. mel die die wants buy something from daiso. i pei her &lt;strong&gt;KI SIAO&lt;/strong&gt; in daiso. got her pics ^.^ then we jalang in GIANT. her mum wanna makan BBQ eel. we spend some time looking for the specific one. even mel also gong gong de. mel buys 'R' from ck tangs. she asks for discount cause the brand name is 'mel accessories'. dotx. stupid mel. she tempts me with korean food. evil right. i am sick okays. but i still buy the jumbo hot dog. guilt-ridden :( we wait for bus 131 to take us to dinah's salon. going there to trim our eyebrows. the place aint difficult to find. quite fast done with the eyebrows. dinah is super &lt;strong&gt;friendly&lt;/strong&gt;. we wait for bus again to take us back to vivo. gossip on the way. parted shortly cause mel takes bus back home while i have to take mrt. day out with mel is damn damn &lt;strong&gt;FUN.!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075611931518198258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAyKPPgYfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mXt9n2ItAvs/s320/Picture0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;spotted mel in the cereal box at COLD STORAGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075612296590418434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAyffPgYgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vEIbp-b7ICU/s320/Picture0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;mel with her killer weapon to &lt;strong&gt;'zhua jian'&lt;/strong&gt;. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAy-_PgYiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vFyYZ0Ym0E0/s1600-h/Picture0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075612837756297762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAy-_PgYiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vFyYZ0Ym0E0/s200/Picture0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAy3fPgYhI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KbYL2rtTetc/s1600-h/Picture0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075612708907278866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAy3fPgYhI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KbYL2rtTetc/s200/Picture0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her other alternatives. the broom colour looks like her hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAzgPPgYjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nk8OWWDYMYY/s1600-h/Picture0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075613408986948146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAzgPPgYjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nk8OWWDYMYY/s200/Picture0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAzlfPgYkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WVNusLvNxsk/s1600-h/Picture0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075613499181261378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnAzlfPgYkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WVNusLvNxsk/s200/Picture0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;her brand name! she is &lt;strong&gt;tempting&lt;/strong&gt; me...&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/11819156-354755290846070638?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/354755290846070638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=354755290846070638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/354755290846070638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/354755290846070638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-ar-ming-nigel.html' title='hotel interview'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RnApo_PgYdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oKpqrBOBU5k/s72-c/ming7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-394178471074056939</id><published>2007-06-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:44:42.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last week ler~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;yeap. formal day for us. sianz. was happy though. cause we topped the chart for zookeeper with high score of 10million.&lt;strong&gt; WOOHOO!&lt;/strong&gt; credit to jaz and gwean to the first 6million, then credit to jaz and me to reach the high score (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rmpa_fPgYZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GqcjG7xGHsk/s1600-h/Picture0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073967976951079314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rmpa_fPgYZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GqcjG7xGHsk/s200/Picture0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rmpa2vPgYYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Dj3THhsquwA/s1600-h/Picture0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073967826627223938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rmpa2vPgYYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Dj3THhsquwA/s200/Picture0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;JGX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;12-1 is FMAH lecture. 4-5 is biz law make-up. 3hrs do what? dont want stay in school. damn boring. so we go to jurong east to pass our time. have jap food. FULL. but jurong east nothing to see also. we then spend our time trying clothes at this fashion. late abit for biz law. dennis sim makes us copy so much. hands tired -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmpfMPPgYcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/MohNMg90Sjg/s1600-h/Picture0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073972594040922562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmpfMPPgYcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/MohNMg90Sjg/s200/Picture0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmpfH_PgYbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gvKyYWK7RU4/s1600-h/Picture0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073972521026478514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmpfH_PgYbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gvKyYWK7RU4/s200/Picture0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmpfDPPgYaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/2R2KMP4AgXU/s1600-h/Picture0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073972439422099874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmpfDPPgYaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/2R2KMP4AgXU/s200/Picture0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have &lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-394178471074056939?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/394178471074056939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=394178471074056939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/394178471074056939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/394178471074056939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-week-ler.html' title='last week ler~'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rmpa_fPgYZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GqcjG7xGHsk/s72-c/Picture0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-9179304650280617359</id><published>2007-06-04T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:45:20.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;XML** &lt;/strong&gt;the name we have entered into joe's nintendo when we obtain the highest score for 'zookeeper'. finally defeated jaz and gang's high score. wahaha. 5.7million! see who can break our record (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before me and jaz go for psycho, we sit at the canteen to makan. together with jianhong and joe. jaz suddenly brings up a sensitive topic. even jianhong cant tahan her. then miss tan passes by. she joins in our discussion about the 'matter'. really cant tell that she actually has a master in psychology. &lt;strong&gt;WOAH.&lt;/strong&gt; nice chat with her siaa. her information amazes jaz. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psycho debate time. we are dealing with the 2nd topic. oh my god. director sits in to view the debate for the 1st topic. &lt;strong&gt;PHEW~&lt;/strong&gt; he does not stay on till our turn. debate is on fire. so many different opinions from different people. lots of rebuttals. haha. happy cause debate keeps me awake during psychology class =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-9179304650280617359?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/9179304650280617359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=9179304650280617359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/9179304650280617359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/9179304650280617359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-34883968142623592</id><published>2007-06-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:45:39.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgone shopping trip :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;today is friday. me and shu ling plan to go plaza sing shopping de, but cant go cause afternoon has FMAH make-up tutorial. sian 1/2. today 9am RWPS make-up lesson. heng got attend, mel kena selected for asking questions to the minister, we only have to think of the questions. hahas. i am busy editing my new blogskin. nice hors.! credit to &lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;malcolm&lt;/strong&gt; =) i like the maroon red colour. yeahhx. well after RWPS, we go to jurong east to makan. yup, jurong east again. somewhere near for us to go during the 2hrs instead of staying in school. we eat KFC - the new miso chicken meal. &lt;strong&gt;YUM&lt;/strong&gt;. tasty but too much fats. i spend my time scrapping off the oily fats. eeeks! lucky got cheese fries (: i know i have a bad cough yet i still makan KFC. HECK. hehe. then we take neos!! since the last time we took..woah so long cant remember le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmKn5beiAxI/AAAAAAAAASo/dMqI8o8AGZE/s1600-h/Picture0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071800735442797330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmKn5beiAxI/AAAAAAAAASo/dMqI8o8AGZE/s200/Picture0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmKn-LeiAyI/AAAAAAAAASw/0uymJQfwOw8/s1600-h/Picture0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071800817047175970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmKn-LeiAyI/AAAAAAAAASw/0uymJQfwOw8/s200/Picture0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam-whoring in the toilet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071801139169723186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmKoQ7eiAzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gAotmX8HLWg/s320/Picture0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;MISO chicken meal with cheese fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;time to go back school for FMAH lecture liao. mel comes. 03 people force miss tan to wear mac shrek ears, and she does. haha. then some of 03 girls also pei her wear during lecture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071848903501022018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLTtLeiA0I/AAAAAAAAATA/aFyMd7SMClE/s320/Picture0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;the green shrek ears~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;after lecture still have to stone 1hr till the tutorial. we slack at library, waiting for the time to pass. me and shu ling are playing zookeeper, mel listens to her ipod. suddenly, dumb qinghuang sneaks behind the bookshelf and scares us. ^%&amp;amp;*@#! my heart nearly jumped out lahhz. he still dare smile so gleefully. wanna punch him. argh! then FMAH tutorial with 05 people. sighh. until 430pm siaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLX4reiA1I/AAAAAAAAATI/fWjzLlRNQ0c/s1600-h/Picture0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071853499116028754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLX4reiA1I/AAAAAAAAATI/fWjzLlRNQ0c/s200/Picture0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLX9LeiA2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/knEVN3D5ZeM/s1600-h/Picture0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071853576425440098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLX9LeiA2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/knEVN3D5ZeM/s200/Picture0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving couples drawn on joe's FMAH exercise book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLY4reiA3I/AAAAAAAAATY/OKZoj-s8Rrs/s1600-h/Picture0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071854598627656562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLY4reiA3I/AAAAAAAAATY/OKZoj-s8Rrs/s200/Picture0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLY8reiA4I/AAAAAAAAATg/dPShSIhapRA/s1600-h/Picture0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071854667347133314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLY8reiA4I/AAAAAAAAATg/dPShSIhapRA/s200/Picture0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;i'm still stalking mel. she's green goblin on the right pic xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLZvreiA5I/AAAAAAAAATo/_1liC64t4lo/s1600-h/Picture0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071855543520461714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLZvreiA5I/AAAAAAAAATo/_1liC64t4lo/s200/Picture0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLZ2LeiA6I/AAAAAAAAATw/QB442vBl1rI/s1600-h/Picture0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071855655189611426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmLZ2LeiA6I/AAAAAAAAATw/QB442vBl1rI/s200/Picture0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;play games in class..tsk tsk...so engrossed somemore. LOL.&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/11819156-34883968142623592?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/34883968142623592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=34883968142623592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/34883968142623592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/34883968142623592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/06/forgone-shopping-trip.html' title='forgone shopping trip :('/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RmKn5beiAxI/AAAAAAAAASo/dMqI8o8AGZE/s72-c/Picture0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-459506808955842194</id><published>2007-05-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:45:56.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MICE interview sux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday was boring. went for SMART assignment. LOA for IHRO tutorial. all three of us were tired. sians. patricia was on mc so biz law tutorial was cancelled. we got 2hrs to &lt;strong&gt;STONE&lt;/strong&gt;. we discussed our MICE interview in the library. halfway through nigel continued to watch his dvd, then we trio started to surf net. lolx. wanna pom but could not. got biz law and MICE lecture =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070759081319465602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl70hLeiAoI/AAAAAAAAARg/pCJfC2HC5Yg/s320/Picture0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so nice for mel to pose with nigel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070759725564560018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl71GreiApI/AAAAAAAAARo/AxhVDVjYpZE/s320/Picture0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;our class peeps chionging project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl71iLeiAqI/AAAAAAAAARw/rTsRitIh4Yk/s1600-h/Picture0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070760198010962594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl71iLeiAqI/AAAAAAAAARw/rTsRitIh4Yk/s200/Picture0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl71ybeiArI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SGG3fAMrZrQ/s1600-h/Picture0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070760477183836850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl71ybeiArI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SGG3fAMrZrQ/s200/Picture0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm mel's royal stalker.!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today MICE interview &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt; big time. impatient and negative. totally suits ronald himself. he gives us such a difficult time. talks about irrelevant things during the interview. cant tahan him. #$%@^&amp;*!. &lt;strong&gt;GRRR! &lt;/strong&gt;cham le. flunk my gem test. all tikam. jialat. when i become so slack siaa. oopx :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070763754243883714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl74xLeiAsI/AAAAAAAAASA/GZVdgYPFTK0/s320/Picture0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;truthfully, gwean is cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl75C7eiAtI/AAAAAAAAASI/4dr0vfQfky0/s1600-h/Picture0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070764059186561746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl75C7eiAtI/AAAAAAAAASI/4dr0vfQfky0/s200/Picture0385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl75M7eiAuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GNMUUegCsq0/s1600-h/Picture0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070764230985253602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl75M7eiAuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GNMUUegCsq0/s200/Picture0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink..drink... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl75vLeiAvI/AAAAAAAAASY/wv9pr3CCWl0/s1600-h/Picture0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070764819395773170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl75vLeiAvI/AAAAAAAAASY/wv9pr3CCWl0/s200/Picture0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl7547eiAwI/AAAAAAAAASg/JpDp5PXp9Z4/s1600-h/Picture0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070764986899497730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl7547eiAwI/AAAAAAAAASg/JpDp5PXp9Z4/s200/Picture0398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel and qinghuang having &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;test finish gem can go liao. very early, dont want go home. meet shu ling at dover bridge. we gonna makan and study abit. joe tags along. we make our way down to jurong east entertainment centre cause shu ling has to work later. cant decide what to eat, so we jump here and there. from foodcourt, mac, jap restaurant, kfc, finally LONG JOHN. haha. the chicken too salty, cant finish so let joe have part of my share. we try to guess who joe likes. then shu ling go work, i make joe accompany me go take pay. for that ice-cream, he agrees. lolz. offer mah, 2regular for $6.75. so i also makan 1cone. it makes my cough more jialat =x random note: i just feel that there is no point to cling stubbornly onto something you cant possess. give it up and be happy =)&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/11819156-459506808955842194?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/459506808955842194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=459506808955842194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/459506808955842194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/459506808955842194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/mice-interview-sux.html' title='MICE interview sux!'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rl70hLeiAoI/AAAAAAAAARg/pCJfC2HC5Yg/s72-c/Picture0376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-448993638261597104</id><published>2007-05-25T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:46:17.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MICE, FMAH, IHRO. work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;today go work tio usher. yes, my job is usher. rajah lahs. but he agreed to my request of signing out at 3pm. i need to buy formal clothing. that damn rule for DTRM students. argh! so happy to go off early. i am so slow in putting up the signages that jasper and anthony come to help me, plus eric go down to take newspaper for me. SORRY. i don't do usher that often. then quite boring throughout my ushering. the dim light makes me wanna fall asleep. nothing to do so i look around. sees shuai ges. LOL. one is from stamford ballroom, he smiles at me. got 1 ang moh looks like chinese - charming sia! last one is hotel management staff bah. i guess so as he is taken by another guy to walk around the 4th floor. not chinese, not ang moh, dont know what race lehh. okay changed and make my way down to dhoby ghaut. never expect shu ling and joe to finish so fast. plan to meet them there de. she hao lian to me says she saw many shuai ges, including the one who plays with the pillow. aiyaa her type mahx. but she don't bump into that guy who i saw in B2 on thursday :( alright i shop on my own. spend money again. help shu ling buy silver eyelights pencil. oh my gosh! she wants go there shop next friday =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068805609934160354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgD2LeiAeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sWXybmxWqMM/s200/Picture0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;- shu ling wants me to 'tou pai' her shuai ge, gotcha his backview ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgEgreiAgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MLGlNQmGMyY/s1600-h/Picture0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068806340078600706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgEgreiAgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MLGlNQmGMyY/s200/Picture0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gotcha his front view this time, but not so clear. omg! i as siao as shu ling -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ushering don't suits me. morning i see him. then keep hoping to see him again when he go for lunch. i think i missed him cause i am busy running around (put signages, helping guests, talking with aunties). i insist we no fate. who knows i do see him again. guess he notices me too. but i turn my back facing him. WHATS THE MATTER WITH YOU, BITCH?! i also don't know. i always think that we could make a great couple, if only i met him earlier. or i just simply miss him. misses the things we do together =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;it was our project day. we touched on MICE, FMAH and IHRO. i met with shu ling first. mel and nigel confirmed late de. my sms woke mel up. lolx. nigel's reason: stomachache plus woke up late. ming was only abit later than us. we surveyed the fast food outlets, looking for output. finally found 1 at mCcafe. so we settled down and waited for mel and nigel. we had our breakfast and crapped lots. about chenise going to finland, shu ling's bad mood etc. the rest came and we began on our MICE interview. drew up the draft. then distributed tasks among us. VIOLA! done. next was FMAH annual report analysis. no one cared as we just scribbled the answers on my pathetic question paper. who knows need to type out and send to tan yen yen. IHRO still early to say, nigel did send out the emails, only to discover alot grammar and spelling mistakes when he showed us the document. haha. like that sure would not receive any reply de. okay everything was completed for that day. i did not expect to finish so fast. intended to stay till 6pm. so we went off. ming went home, mel went carrefour then bought pirates3 movie tickets for tomorrow, nigel had to work later but he accompanied me and shu ling for a while. after nigel left, me and shu ling went shopping and shuai ges hunting. LOLs. i wanted to get formal shirt, but to no avail. i still got my usual frangrance - PURE TREAT. shu ling was crazy over that guy. i kept ka jiao her. hehex. late le, we separated and went home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgK0reiAhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HRGbznd4C0Y/s1600-h/Picture0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068813280745751058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgK0reiAhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HRGbznd4C0Y/s200/Picture0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- me and shu ling saw melsa hanging upside down in early morning. guess thats how she slept. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgLPLeiAiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kXN_5VmxhSk/s1600-h/Picture0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068813736012284450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgLPLeiAiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kXN_5VmxhSk/s200/Picture0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black spidey's handheld fan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgMJLeiAjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wT5-ih5LbUE/s1600-h/Picture0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068814732444697138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgMJLeiAjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wT5-ih5LbUE/s200/Picture0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at mCcafe, we saw this ang moh lady playing with her kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgMhreiAkI/AAAAAAAAARA/FAzwjndeVUc/s1600-h/Picture0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068815153351492162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgMhreiAkI/AAAAAAAAARA/FAzwjndeVUc/s200/Picture0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CUTE.!! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgQ9beiAlI/AAAAAAAAARI/rn5wnP5zjAU/s1600-h/Picture0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068820028139373138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgQ9beiAlI/AAAAAAAAARI/rn5wnP5zjAU/s200/Picture0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- they make a great couple, don't they? nahh. nigel is ATTACHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgRIbeiAmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6t2i8pTF8Ag/s1600-h/Picture0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068820217117934178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgRIbeiAmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6t2i8pTF8Ag/s200/Picture0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nigel tries to disturb mel. kena rejected by mel -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068821411118842482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgSN7eiAnI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ei_XXk--yPM/s320/Picture0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ar ming is so near to me. SCARY!&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/11819156-448993638261597104?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/448993638261597104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=448993638261597104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/448993638261597104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/448993638261597104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/mice-fmah-ihro-work.html' title='MICE, FMAH, IHRO. work.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlgD2LeiAeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sWXybmxWqMM/s72-c/Picture0353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2340336991873759178</id><published>2007-05-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:46:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today i suppose to meet joe 9am at mrt and go his house study de, but i cant wake up cause slept too late yesterday. haha. so we study at kovan mac instead. mel joining us in the afternoon, then we go joe's house together. thus, joe teaches mi biz law throughout the early afternoon. i treat him eat mac breakfast and ice-cream cone. well, biz law still very confusing. invitation to treat vs offer, agreement vs consideration. &lt;strong&gt;arghh!.&lt;/strong&gt; i'm driven crazy by them. joe damn long-winded, he haven finish chapter 4 when mel reaches. i intend to cover biz law, TBR and FMAH with him today leh. hais. no choice, have to go his house le. we chat along the way there. mel tells us about her japan university plan. she wants to 'li jia chu zou' for further study in japan when we graduate. i ask her to save up now and stop buying so much laogongs stuff. lols. mel and me start to attack his nintendo when we enter his living room. playing zookeeper. wanna beat jaz's high score. but failed :( then begin our TBR report shortly. mel responsible for typing. we crap and laugh alot. meet shu ling online to discuss. she last minute pang seh me -_- bully joe much much. 'PIN CHE' and 'PUN CHE' him. wahaha. at last, report is done. i have to go home look through and edit. mel prints her university information. looks like she really determined to go study in japan. wondering how her parents will react. we drag joe to accompany us to the mrt, though we know he wants to play squash at the void deck. unwillingly, he still do pei us. we really dont know the way back. okay spare him to go home when we see the mrt. heex. mel is tired, me also. need to chiong RWPS report tonight. sure do till tomorrow early morning de. sianz. tomorrow meeting jaz, sihua and linghui for psycho debate disscussion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067301368255211314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlKrvyiz5zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/AbjshFlpP60/s320/Picture0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;mel, me played this toy with joe. he keep losing. &lt;strong&gt;DAMN SUAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067301913716057922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlKsPiiz50I/AAAAAAAAAPg/5WRGsrwvJdQ/s320/Picture0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;joe's sitting posture so 'NIANG'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067302317442983762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlKsnCiz51I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UUmNbOwRTb0/s320/Picture0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel concentrating on the report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067302699695073122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlKs9Siz52I/AAAAAAAAAPw/3-4I6mTVjbM/s320/Picture0385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;joe kena bullied. BY ME! tong ku wors. haha xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067303026112587634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlKtQSiz53I/AAAAAAAAAP4/NvBK1WiCg98/s320/Picture0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;joe acting RETARDED. nva wear anything lehh. &lt;strong&gt;wee-u-wee~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067303605933172610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlKtyCiz54I/AAAAAAAAAQA/vDK9Qqwn1lk/s320/Picture0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;joe's drawing of TUT TUT(shu ling) and his jie, sihua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my knee still haven recover. very blue-black, though i got apply zambuk. hais. as mel says, watch when i walk. LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067304580890748818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlKuqyiz55I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7_vU3yyRkTk/s320/Picture0342.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HARD SOLID &lt;strong&gt;EVIDENCE!&lt;/strong&gt; abit purple-red colour. yucks..&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/11819156-2340336991873759178?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2340336991873759178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2340336991873759178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2340336991873759178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2340336991873759178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/study-day.html' title='study day.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlKrvyiz5zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/AbjshFlpP60/s72-c/Picture0322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-470299374614691470</id><published>2007-05-20T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:46:58.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study n work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friday. mel lended me the battle royale disc. she was abit late cause of her dream. something to do with her laogongs. lolx. then her bus dont want come. still dare say herself royal bus customer. she spent all the bucks on laogongs sia. she was saved by me as her bus came when she replied my sms. that made her want to sms the same msg to me every morning she go school. dorts. also she told me the 'justice league' game. some sort like hai dai. got different actions. so funny. have to include ultraman's action cause got joe mah. after FMAH lecture go jurong east library study with shu ling. makan-ed KFC buddy meal. joe joined us later at around 3pm plus to study. he had to meet the others for project first. he taught us biz law. long winded arh him. he took so long to cover chapter 1. then me and shu ling had confusion over offer and invitation to treat. joe came up with a 'very good' example, taking 'chi fan' and 'da bian'. shu ling was grossed. LOL. but finally, i understood le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066602186234128130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlAv2Ciz5wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/GtAITRkZyLw/s320/Picture0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scene outside jurong east library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066603165486671634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlAwvCiz5xI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mUx43FWm16o/s320/Picture0342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shu ling was frustrated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066603599278368546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlAxISiz5yI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TZDJ7T03LFI/s320/Picture0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;joe taking his handphone to illustrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;worked double shift yesterday. hui wen, debbie, steph were there. me and hui wen same area - atrium. we chatted alot, about our personal stuffs. takecare girl. be careful also. fandi even share with us his own experiences. haha. ming xin complained so much that he very tired, wanted faster sign out, slept for awhile and continued walk-in night shift. tired should go home mah. anyway he still had to worked until 6pm and chiong night shift. lols. belinda did whole day usher sia! anyway we (huiwen, debbie, steph, belinda and me) went for lunch at pizza place located in the basement of the shopping centre. yummies. bucks flew away also. eat damn much. *BURP* night was tan tok seng dinner. 4tables under edwin's area. discussed with jasper about his body. LOL. damn suay. other ppl spilled drinks, i kena splashed. sianx. my legs all smelled of orange crush. very sticky somemore. MC justin was still as funny as ever. function ended quickly. signed out at 11pm. auntie may gave us illegal yoga lesson in locker room. haaz. wanna learn yoga leh. will check out what the community centre offers ^^ hitched a ride home on debbie's dad's car. made them u-turn back to fetch me. so SORRY =S reached home safely. tired..&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/11819156-470299374614691470?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/470299374614691470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=470299374614691470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/470299374614691470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/470299374614691470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/study-n-work.html' title='study n work'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RlAv2Ciz5wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/GtAITRkZyLw/s72-c/Picture0335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2664846289901318583</id><published>2007-05-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:47:13.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERHEROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;surprise for today reveals itself when joe comes for RWPS this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065544825415394994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkxuLiiz5rI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rhH0liXC6m4/s320/Picture0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERHEROS&lt;/strong&gt; mashimaro.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blur right? let me expain. since the day we watched spiderman3, mel announced herself as the spidey. later me and shu ling take roles of superman and batman respectively. joe is the wonderwoman. i saw these superheros mashimaro at mini toons. wanted to buy last time but could not find spiderman mashimaro. went with joe to heartland mall yesterday and pestered him to help me find mel aka spiderman in that pile of mashimaros. well, i found it. the ultraman comes about when i suggest joe to join us in this &lt;strong&gt;'JUSTICE LEAGUE&lt;/strong&gt;'. haha. so he got off the wonderwoman title. the mashimaros damn cute! then mel receives news from the net that hirochann joining back johnny's. she super high. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065547896317011650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkxw-Siz5sI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2redtPkDFyw/s320/Picture0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel busy smsing shuqi about hiro's return. *HAPPY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065548428892956370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkxxdSiz5tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Kq0-0zCNj-I/s320/b6257336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seriously, hiro is &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;!! *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065553527019136738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkx2GCiz5uI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TXgiMM_Ebs4/s320/Picture0345.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel playing nintendo. 'me' and 'shu ling' posing for the picture xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065553711702730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkx2Qyiz5vI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eaB5HJ-QU5s/s320/Picture0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;classical spiderman kiss. OOPs. but not with superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dont know why. formal day we everytime so &lt;strong&gt;HIGH&lt;/strong&gt; de. though we hate this day. haha. it is mel's idea to snap that spiderman kiss. later she tells us about the story she created during TBR lecture. she even take the mashimaros and act it out. very lame lah. here goes: batman and superman were enemies(mel say acts as distraction). lolx. then ultraman went stomping around. spiderman was the hero (deliberately hors, but hero died in the end also). so superman was flying around, then it crashed into mel's bottle(aeroplane) and died. ultraman still stomping around. by the way, spiderman was orh orh-ing. batman wanted to stop ultraman, so it flew. it crashed into the skyscraper and died. hEE. sad. then ultrman stomped into spiderman's house and woke it up. spiderman attacked by shooting webs. shoot too much, hands dropped off, died from blood loss. CRAP hors. tt's mel =) so ultraman bounded by the web, could not see, fell down and died. mel says like HAPPY TREE FRIENDS, everyone died in the end. then i heard joe hum the song tune -_- buay tahan. heh heh. i pinched him so many times today. plus punchies also. i bully him again (:&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/11819156-2664846289901318583?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2664846289901318583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2664846289901318583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2664846289901318583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2664846289901318583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/superheros.html' title='SUPERHEROS'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkxuLiiz5rI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rhH0liXC6m4/s72-c/Picture0333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-3390329048836301774</id><published>2007-05-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:47:29.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ronald is such a pain in the &lt;strong&gt;ASS&lt;/strong&gt;.! MICE tutorial today sucks big time. we are his PTM class loh, can dont like that suan us?! such an arrogant and ignorant attitude larhx. fail MICE. woah, i think with you teaching us then we will sure fail! so damn sarcastic. me and mel want take something throw at him =x and mr ronald, what's the &lt;strong&gt;problem&lt;/strong&gt; with you?! so what sushi is not in for semester 2. you can only find sushi in japanese restaurants or supermarkets. not in the honour roll of SB! have some respect for my name can?! make effort to pronounce your student's name okay. so a student with gpa 3.6++ cant get into the honour roll. PITY huh. &lt;strong&gt;F***&lt;/strong&gt;. you think i feel good not remaining in the honour roll arh. &lt;strong&gt;LEOs&lt;/strong&gt; have high dignity and pride. you pissed whole class of &lt;strong&gt;DTRM/2A/04&lt;/strong&gt; off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okays. chill now. today i damn suay. fall down twice. can you believe it? definitely not my day. while walking down the stairs from foodcourt 4 to SB, i fall DOWN consecutive 3 steps and landed on my butt. hurt my right big toe, think i twisted it bah, nail polish also kena scrap off. my butt pain! haha. joe tio scared. he kan chiong when i fall down again around evening. i kpo and want to see his future home, kovan melody. exiting from there to walk UP the stairs to take the escalator down to the mrt, i landed on my left knee. balanced off right? haa. joe faster help me up. sure blue black de. cant walk normally on the way home. sighh. what's wrong with me today? so suay. must be something wrong with the slippers. LOL. by the way, got surprise for mel and shu ling tomorrow. only me and joe knows xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065188991669888578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RksqjSiz5kI/AAAAAAAAANg/KpmxuNEuhqA/s320/Picture0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OOPS! i bullied joe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065189610145179218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RksrHSiz5lI/AAAAAAAAANo/KXOUFayVOPk/s320/Picture0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;joe's home in kovan melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065191890772813474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkstMCiz5qI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NC0X7vDpDxA/s320/Picture0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the pools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065190971649812098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkssWiiz5oI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8VX66DylsTU/s320/Picture0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some water deco.&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/11819156-3390329048836301774?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/3390329048836301774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=3390329048836301774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3390329048836301774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3390329048836301774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/fallen.html' title='fallen:'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RksqjSiz5kI/AAAAAAAAANg/KpmxuNEuhqA/s72-c/Picture0333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6285806377284286100</id><published>2007-05-15T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:47:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TBR, my damn fear. yesterday was the presentation. our slides were short and simple. we seemed inferior compared to the other groups. sorta screwed up. haix )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, another boring day. my mood brighten abit when dad wakes me up in the morning. haven really talk to him for days le. though on the surface, i may appear to heck care. but of course i won't want to be like that. like strangers living together. a trivial matter, yet he can kick such a big fuss about it. hmm. that's my dad. okays. i am late for IHRO tutorial. but more than half of the class are later than me. haha. pass mr chicken stats notes outside the classroom. he down with flu. takecare yahhs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;makan our lunch after IHRO tutorial. joe treat us grassjelly drinks. for the &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; time leh. *surprised* always we treat him de. we keep ka jiao him, ask him got put poison or not. lolz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064826931373655138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RknhQm1bxGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UAfF76Egsh4/s320/grassjelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;grassjellies&lt;/strong&gt;. xtra mel's bottle. shu ling want siam, but &lt;strong&gt;FAILED&lt;/strong&gt;. i still got her xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;next is biz law tutorial. patricia is as cute as ever, but lesson very boring larh. the break given save me from dozing off. have&lt;strong&gt; FUN&lt;/strong&gt; cam-whoring =x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064828443202143346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkniom1bxHI/AAAAAAAAANA/l8QdscMWo8A/s320/lynn+and+xxue5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;specky duo. shu ling really very 'chou'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064831183391278242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RknlIG1bxKI/AAAAAAAAANY/mX3lMTkmJUE/s320/lynn18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shu ling. her bro, cai min you. and my fingers.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take mrt with joe home. towards pasir ris platform de elevator still not working. i am grumbling when joe point to me that one glass panel is shattered. that's why it is blocked off from public usage. now then i realise. yupps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064830758189515922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RknkvW1bxJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ublcSrfZWtA/s320/shattered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see the difference in colour of the glass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;urm. quarrel with my mum during dinner. please do respect my privacy, can?! can like at least give me some notice if she want rummage through my things. i have nothing to hide, but i just don't like the feeling of not seeking permission to touch my things. she thinks she's my mum, and she has the authority to do so. wth. even my brother understands me and advises her not to do so. yet she proceeds with her mindset. she says she hates me. go on, hate all you want, i don't give a damn.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i admit i do feel bad now. at this point of time when i'm blogging. should do something to make up to her. seriously, i don't have any intention to quarrel with her. the persistence of her perception just makes me boil. sighhz.&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/11819156-6285806377284286100?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6285806377284286100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6285806377284286100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6285806377284286100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6285806377284286100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/boring.html' title='boring.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RknhQm1bxGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UAfF76Egsh4/s72-c/grassjelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-382869385361927357</id><published>2007-05-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:48:11.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sp crescendo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TBR project not yet done. so we four people meet around 10am at foodcourt 4 to start on our powerpoint. we lame abit and joe acts ke ai with shu ling's cap. i also try on her cap and zi lian with joe's laptop web cam. mel stuck at bukit batok de bus stop. bus dont want come. haha. we REALLY begin on the powerpoint when mel reached. before that, joe makan breakfast, me uses his laptop and shu ling plays his nintendo. LOL. we so damn slacky. shortly have to go for FMAH lecture liao. well, we haven BEGIN, we just viewed the outlines mel done for the powerpoint =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064061181654451090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkco0G1bw5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/VmZ-SIdxxHc/s320/joe5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eeeks. joe acts kawaii.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064061598266278818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkcpMW1bw6I/AAAAAAAAALY/jr8LZsLhPoU/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i am COOL xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064062337000653746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkcp3W1bw7I/AAAAAAAAALg/ZAdn0p9hFkE/s320/mel21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel so 'ren zhen'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FMAH lecture very short. we make our way to foodcourt 4 again. me and mel order pasta. yum yumm. then work on TBR project. *brainstorm* finally done. mel needs to edit the english abit. by the way, me - mel's official stalker is in action! &lt;strong&gt;WAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. take so much pics of her. will be posting some of them up =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064066593313244098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkctvG1bw8I/AAAAAAAAALo/cx0Zk4OlKa4/s320/pasta3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mie yolanda pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064066893960954834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkcuAm1bw9I/AAAAAAAAALw/FHHaoIH8a8k/s320/tbr+project.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can see mel's distinctive fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064067168838861794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkcuQm1bw-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/iJ4r6mq9LKg/s320/mel19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont spare her during lunch =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064067662760100850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkcutW1bw_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/rGlL5BPSWRE/s320/mel16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ahemm. you have nowhere to hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064067890393367554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkcu6m1bxAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/y17yip-i4BI/s320/mel13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;mel's 'hua chi' look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we stay back to support ming. nearly whole class. today is sp crescendo. he going to showcase his powerful voice. hehe. his duet damn nice. sings 'the rose'. anyway, he wins the best duet. &lt;strong&gt;congrats! &lt;/strong&gt;nigel also very high, he shouts 'ming wei, wo ai ni!' think jaz teaches him that. walk to mrt with shu ling. she having gastric again. everytime like that. takecare girl (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064070969884918802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkcxt21bxBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fqPlEIRzrjI/s320/ming3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ar ming singing his solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064073353591768146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkcz4m1bxFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/V1qRDZu8vDw/s320/ming2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ming starting off his duet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not forgetting about some CANDID SHOTS OF SHU LING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064071824583410738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkcyfm1bxDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fFfsDutYgCw/s320/lynn16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she poses for me during FMAH lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064072129526088770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkcyxW1bxEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z6vZtxFDmiE/s320/lynn15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she zi pai at foodcourt 4.&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/11819156-382869385361927357?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/382869385361927357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=382869385361927357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/382869385361927357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/382869385361927357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/sp-crescendo.html' title='sp crescendo!'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rkco0G1bw5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/VmZ-SIdxxHc/s72-c/joe5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5577214966265942713</id><published>2007-05-10T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:48:33.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formal day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today is official dtrm formal day. sian 1/2. long day somemore. but have so much &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt; cam-whoring. haha. catch the guys in formal tying tie. fool around in the empty mlt. i'm officially mel's stalker. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063570846713103010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVq221bwqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rwSOESfBR-A/s320/nigel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nigel's striking pink tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063573208945115922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVtAW1bwxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aqcnXRupBSk/s320/qinghuang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;qing huang and the mickey mouse tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063571250440028866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVrOW1bwsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2wXtmtscg4g/s320/jian+hong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jian hong looks stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063571813080744658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVrvG1bwtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YtKC8DJJL7Q/s320/lecture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IHRO lecture..mel's fingers so xtra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063571954814665442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVr3W1bwuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KvmuQgrBBTA/s320/dtrm10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FMAH tutorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063572848167863042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVsrW1bwwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cxUjD8KuuqU/s320/mini+lynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'mini' shu ling in da empty mlt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063573638441845538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVtZW1bwyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/q3NHxOE1CxI/s320/mel10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she dont like me taking her pics =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063574145247986482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVt221bwzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/p041UxcxZlU/s320/mel8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she poses for me.! YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063574583334650690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVuQW1bw0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/69RPjCsA50Q/s320/OLS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;three OLs. oops. joe is there xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063574802377982802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVudG1bw1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/_bD-_NGneAo/s320/scary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what is shu ling doing behind me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063574995651511138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVuoW1bw2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5K8Uu3cdknk/s320/mel+and+lynn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel tries to camouflage into the white background. FAILURE :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063575339248894834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVu8W1bw3I/AAAAAAAAALA/umsvYt3hYt8/s320/lynn13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; shu ling making ugly face. looks like mel eating the plastic bag, nahh i mean her peanut butter bread xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063575498162684802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVvFm1bw4I/AAAAAAAAALI/QelyMmlthYI/s320/frns4eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friends foreva! (:&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/11819156-5577214966265942713?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5577214966265942713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5577214966265942713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5577214966265942713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5577214966265942713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-official-dtrm-formal-day.html' title='formal day'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkVq221bwqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rwSOESfBR-A/s72-c/nigel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6366751761592930264</id><published>2007-05-10T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:48:53.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talented mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEK CHEK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; now at school's computer lab blogging. what the hell. i can change font colour, bold words and blah blah. i really think got something wrong with my lappie. weird sia. anyway, i did not get to blog yesterday. was busy chionging my FMAH tutorial =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday because mel missed eating pasta, we went to foodcourt 4 for our lunch. both mel and shu ling got yolanda pasta, i got grilled meat pasta, joe had grilled chicken pasta. then i forced down a ice-kacang. regretted it, should have a ice tea instead. haha. then joe played O2jam with his laptop. they cam-whore with joe's laptop camera. we supposed to do TBR project, GUYS. actually we did abit and save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062936510108254786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkMp7m1bwkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HcwsCI76jKg/s320/pasta2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062936746331456082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkMqJW1bwlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qTu1XZ8mHI8/s320/pasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062936978259690082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkMqW21bwmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SO1XUW6PU4Y/s320/frns2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to SB for TBR lecture. mel showed me her drawings. &lt;strong&gt;ANIME.!!&lt;/strong&gt; so talented leh. she spent four hours on each piece, and she deliberately drew the chin sharper. like v-shaped. hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062937244547662450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkMqmW1bwnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/C9W2Hhip_uI/s320/drawing4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062937394871517826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkMqvG1bwoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Xn9xvVwJrco/s320/drawing5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062937549490340498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkMq4G1bwpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Jdmrnl4LcU0/s320/drawing6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-6366751761592930264?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6366751761592930264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6366751761592930264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6366751761592930264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6366751761592930264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/talented-mel.html' title='talented mel'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkMp7m1bwkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HcwsCI76jKg/s72-c/pasta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1712314252750733497</id><published>2007-05-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:49:22.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wad the hell..dumb blogger.!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wad the hell.!! blogger is having this dumb problem of disallowing me to change my font colour. pek chek leh. have to stick to reddy words. pooi! actually wanted to blog yesterday de, but saw the idiotic blogger, thought it will somehow recover today. YET nothing! hais. or something wrong with my lappie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;br /&gt;arghh! hell with blogger. i cant even bold my words. dotx. by the way, where am i? oh yah. yesterday met shu ling and joe early at school to start on our TBR project and IHRO role play. i was late again, paiseh. joe waited for me at outram, so shu ling had to wait for us at dover. haha. then we makan breakfast at foodcourt 4. shu ling complained the ice holicks damn sweet, in the end joe finished up her drink. LOL. we made a scene of ourselves, laughing and crapping so loud. yet we settled our IHRO role play. and none of TBR project. *half smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062209307720532434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCUi21bwdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xb2ONSVmz8I/s320/joe+and+lynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shu ling, dont hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;busy lunch break in the afternoon. our class had our lunch together! at the benches there. woohoo~ DTRM/04 spirit! hahas. of course me had to snap down these rare scenes =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062209131626873282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCUYm1bwcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IoLhVHdHek4/s320/dtrm5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062209694267589090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCU5W1bweI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NtZ0EVl9nuI/s320/dtrm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;still damn pissed off by sucky blogger. okay. chill. takeaway puffs and tarts from clementi for my friends. they LOVE it man. haha. i simply adore the portugese egg tarts. my all-time favourite. especially the caramel on top. at first i thought its chao dar. LOL. after IHRO tutorial questions, we are given time to dicuss our role play. so here goes some random photos taken. plus shu ling so engrossed with the nintendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062212559010775538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCXgG1bwfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nzyGn5eYnFs/s320/Picture0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;discussion for IHRO role play. dont know why ar ming in picture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062212735104434690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCXqW1bwgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2I5MDx2PEto/s320/Picture0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nigel and shu ling posing for me after massage session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062212936967897618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCX2G1bwhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ADJ84oM7s5E/s320/Picture0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shu ling act cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062213108766589474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCYAG1bwiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/r1LuaoO4GJI/s320/Picture0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;caught her playing nintendo.! hehes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12pm our lunch break. peak hour again. mel go back home after IHRO tutorial. she hurt her back and we force her go back rest. her eyes very swollen due to lack of sleep. takecare girl. well, once again we cant find any seats for the huge group of us. so diana suggests to takeaway and eat at the stadium. pathetic.!! but guess what, we end up more pathetic. being stranded outside the corridor of mlt8. haiz. below is the evidence =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062214435911483954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCZNW1bwjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cHochgE2UiM/s320/Picture0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*hungry hungryy*&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/11819156-1712314252750733497?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1712314252750733497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1712314252750733497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1712314252750733497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1712314252750733497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/wad-helldumb-blogger.html' title='wad the hell..dumb blogger.!!'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RkCUi21bwdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xb2ONSVmz8I/s72-c/joe+and+lynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5878908608060562630</id><published>2007-05-04T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:49:36.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIDERMAN3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today FMAH lecture is so stuffy. no sign of aircon. lousy MLT 12. &lt;strong&gt;gRrrr&lt;/strong&gt;. thanks qinghuang for enlightening me that i have stretched a big hole in my blouse. cause i have a BIG HEAD. very funny. i haven eat anything before that. i mean since i wake up in the early morning. so my poor stomach starts to grumble during lecture. sorry chenise =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finally after lecture, we trio go to vivo. melsa dresses so cool today. she later after movie going kino to pick her laogong. oh yeah joe seems emo, so we jio him to watch movie with us. he agrees (: we crap so much on the train. me and shu ling try very hard to cheer joe up. then we 'gou yin' him. he smiles at last. but he like damn scared of us. LOL. reach vivo, rush to golden village, buy tickets. seating not bad lah. decide on carl's junior for our lunch. i psycho mel de. me and mel share double western cheeseburger while joe and shu ling share crispy bacon chicken fillet burger. why share? cause carl's jr de burgers super big la, cant finish. yum yum yum. still got onion rings somemore =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060732156798288290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjtVFW1bwaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aAyRWgzA3uo/s320/Picture0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;our meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060730902667837810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjtT8W1bwXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/X_D6i0YvMx4/s320/Picture0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our double western cheese ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060731259150123394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjtURG1bwYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XEnaVW4ff6s/s320/Picture0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;their chicken fillet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060731649992147346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjtUn21bwZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8lBipgLgerA/s320/Picture0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;melsa with the '&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;' onion ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20minutes left. we forget the time. rush to giant and buy titbits. we want to smuggle into the cinema. mel wanna drink but no bottle opener. though we have shu ling to prove that she's 18. mel sian 1/2. i sian 1/4. haha. commercial very lengthy. we go toilet and on way back, me and shu ling make a scene out of ourselves by heading wrong directions. dots. movie starts. watch watch watch. damn damn cold inside. i put both hands in my bag to keep warm throughout the movie. SPIDERMAN3 is super duper nice. much better than last 2. perhaps what joe says, due to more crooks. LOL. this time around, more excitement, more captivating, more feel. hehe. i like when harry says 'strawberries'. &lt;strong&gt;OOPS!&lt;/strong&gt; by the way, melsa nearly shouted 'I DO!' to orlando bloom when he pops the question in the pirates of the carribean commercial. woohoo~ melsa so attracted to the angleness of harry's chin. haha. and people watching crucial moment, she still commented the taxi becomes sports car. i take my hat off her. lols. melsa is just &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;. i think got spiderman4 leh, cause peter haven propose to m.j. movie ends. we pace our way out, freezing to death. parted with one another. shu ling stops at outram, mel at dhoby ghaut, gonna make her way to orchard happily, joe at kovan, then me of course go home :)&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/11819156-5878908608060562630?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5878908608060562630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5878908608060562630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5878908608060562630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5878908608060562630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman3.html' title='SPIDERMAN3'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjtVFW1bwaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aAyRWgzA3uo/s72-c/Picture0326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-3474933873953020505</id><published>2007-05-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:50:09.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, i have been sick for the past few days. the virus dont even let me take a break on labour day. haix. down with sore throat, flu, cough and high fever. damn xin ku. serve me right for not seeing a doctor asap. monday i still went to school for lessons. could not tahan when fever came so did not stay for psychology. i only went for doctor consultation on labour day's morning. there went 62bucks in the clinic of Raffles Medical group. i did not go to school yesterday cause fever came and went, high and low, &lt;strong&gt;TORTURING ME!&lt;/strong&gt; nearly die loh. whole day ate medicine then slept. thus these few days like passed so fast. luckily the medicine strong enough to cure my sore throat effectively. fever slowly subsides. though i still break into loads cold sweat when i on my way to school today in the mrt. well, i'm definitely feeling better right now. can laugh, joke and EAT. i nearly had nothing when i was sick. everyday plain porridge. or should i say a chance for me to go on diet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;missed the girls badly. even qinghuang said we like the bird got wings no body. LOL. so so glad to see them in school. they fill me in with details on yesterday. complain to me about TBR stuffs. i understand that (: mel shows us her childhood photos she found. the 'boyboy' so cute!!! chubby!!! wanna *pinch pinch*. haha. by the way, tomorrow we trio going to watch &lt;strong&gt;SPIDERMAN3&lt;/strong&gt;. they spike me say want takeaway fast food go inside cinema makan. evil sia. yet &lt;strong&gt;YIPEE~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060371139027255618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjoMvW1bwUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7fW_nPwbOho/s320/Picture0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;checking through my hp, found shu ling's ugly picture. she says dont mind me post de xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060371405315227986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjoM-21bwVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8kw5g8UChf0/s320/Picture0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;guess who? ming sleeping during lecture, his hooded jacket covered his formal attire. our lectures are indeed &lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just a random note. during the days i was sick, i slept and dreamt alots. i dreamt of my 1st. a weird dream. he saved me, we still together, happily ever after. not possible. but how much i want it to come true. i do misses him, though i know it may not be the same again. *wishful thinking* our memories will only stay locked in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;let me make this &lt;strong&gt;CLEAR&lt;/strong&gt; again. &lt;strong&gt;I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE HIT MY HEAD HARD.&lt;/strong&gt; and dont ever do that when i'm sick. PLEASE DO HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR FRIENDS. thanks for the cooperation.&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/11819156-3474933873953020505?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/3474933873953020505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=3474933873953020505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3474933873953020505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3474933873953020505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-again.html' title='well again..'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjoMvW1bwUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7fW_nPwbOho/s72-c/Picture0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1434001791965472901</id><published>2007-04-29T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:50:25.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working with jinhong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im sick, seriously. got sore throat. but have to work siaa. yesterday worked with jinhong. finally. she so long never go back work le. i took my pay before meeting her 12pm at plaza singapura. pei her buy shoes for working. walk around ps abit then go bugis. took neoprints at bugis. chose shu ling's favourite machine. then makan at KFC, though i was coughing real bad. hais. bought an anti-virus software at sim lim square for my dad. we walked from bugis to city hall. cam-whore in the locker room. by the way, we saw many shuai ges in ps and bugis, especially sim lim. wahaha =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058795440080404754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRzpm1bwRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/keqpTc_pdlI/s320/Picture0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;new banquet uniform. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058795719253279010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRz521bwSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2VMQqX-Bt9o/s320/Picture0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058796097210401074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjR0P21bwTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mJkG8yU7olM/s320/Picture0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me and my darlingg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;almost died yesterday. bad cough. cant tahan. today got fever at around morning 8plus. awaken by dad and mum feeds me panadol for cold relief. i go back to sleep and wake up at 11plus. no fever le, but still got sore throat, flu and cough. weak arh. mum scolds me and says i drink not enough water. i just feel that i tio from other people. my class peeps almost all down liao. i want to get well soon! damn xin ku like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont know myself. i always want someone to be there for me. there is this someone, but i screw it up. am i out of my mind?! i just think the feeling is not right. something is amiss. no &lt;strong&gt;SPARK&lt;/strong&gt;. im so sorry. i dont mean to be like that. although i know u really do care. maybe only &lt;strong&gt;TIME&lt;/strong&gt; can help us out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p.s. to all CNN kakis, i know what you all are wondering. but seriously, there is nothing between us. please dont make things awkward for us. i'm still single. THANK YOU!&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/11819156-1434001791965472901?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1434001791965472901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1434001791965472901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1434001791965472901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1434001791965472901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/working-with-jinhong.html' title='working with jinhong'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRzpm1bwRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/keqpTc_pdlI/s72-c/Picture0320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1281663660196138755</id><published>2007-04-27T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:50:44.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>library studyin time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today de FMAH lecture cancelled. but i have to rush to SB to hand in my scholarship. think wont get it bah, just apply for fun. haha. then meet shu ling at jurong east mrt. all sweats. chiong here and there. we go take neoprints first. spot the new '&lt;strong&gt;DOLLY&lt;/strong&gt;' machine. later we makan jap food. yums. make our way to library to study. cold in there. find a space and we start to work on our biz law and FMAH de tutorials. biz law drives us crazy. lols. brain juices squeeze till dried up le. left the library around 4. raining outside. we have to share my pathetic umbrella to the mrt station. reach jurong point. shu ling wants to pay phone bill, i want to buy da ring cause i have lost it. the ring that time i bought with shu ling de. shu ling abit sick today, then she looks tired. so we parted at around 5plus. pictures of us again (in the library) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058786665462218946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRrq21bwMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qGLjaCii4a8/s320/Picture0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shu ling's grumpy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058787378426790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRsUW1bwNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bfUymjtYzEw/s320/Picture0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm looking at you, shu ling =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058787966837309666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRs2m1bwOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_iP6DjK5nPI/s320/Picture0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wahh, shu ling so hardworking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058788288959856882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRtJW1bwPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iFN26GuMvP8/s320/Picture0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we ARE hardworking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058788555247829250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRtY21bwQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eY9d89DGetI/s320/Picture0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shu ling pointing to the 'niu niu'&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/11819156-1281663660196138755?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/1281663660196138755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=1281663660196138755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1281663660196138755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/1281663660196138755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/library-studyin-time.html' title='library studyin time'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjRrq21bwMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qGLjaCii4a8/s72-c/Picture0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4683961407401425058</id><published>2007-04-26T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:50:59.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame day in sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today is definitely a damn long day, and i'm damn tired. yesterday slept at 2am after doing my FMAH tutorial, though i didnt complete it. haha. then still have to wake up for 8am de report writing lesson. sian 1/2. shhh. i do fall asleep during the lectures liao. i mean since school reopens, today is the first time. guess i'm so tired and weak. our class peeps almost all down with flu, cough, blah blah le, still left the guys. do have &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt; today. guess we trio almost bored to death in school le, joe's hp comes in handy for shu ling to play. lols. we cam-whore abit using my hp before IHRO lecture. below are the evidences =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057763741691265186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjDJU21bwKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TLpYTvRGmEw/s320/Picture0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel's choco 'fish' during 1st break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057761598502584402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjDHYG1bwFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-XFFDJdfi0s/s320/Picture0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cam-whore outside MLT (with credit to mel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057762152553365602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjDH4W1bwGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zPQArJzjo40/s320/Picture0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;where's mel? she siam my cam :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057762560575258738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjDIQG1bwHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2mVo45SyaM8/s320/Picture0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A-HA! there she is. playing with joe's hp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057762951417282690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjDIm21bwII/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ic9f8_V97KU/s320/Picture0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;making 'gui lian'~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057763230590156946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjDI3G1bwJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_ywDnk3PkBs/s320/Picture0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cam-whore inside MLT&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/11819156-4683961407401425058?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4683961407401425058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4683961407401425058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4683961407401425058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4683961407401425058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/lame-day-in-sch.html' title='lame day in sch'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjDJU21bwKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TLpYTvRGmEw/s72-c/Picture0296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8347944989527326881</id><published>2007-04-25T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:51:17.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today has 2hrs break before the dreadful TBR lecture. we go to foodcourt 4 and makan. we trio plus joe. the rest come later and sit at another table. after eat finish, nothing to do so we hang around and talk crap. damn funny. so 'cold' and lame larh. but time passes by very fast. joe kena 'scared' by me. hmm, i mean 'sexual harass'. hahaa. mel buay tahan us. then shu ling takes joe's phone and begin to take pictures. she snaps pictures of the surroundings, says that joe can learn his way back to SB if he loses his memory. she takes pictures of me taking pictures of her. dots. yups. i join her and snap pictures of mel. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057289006071136258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8Zjm1bwAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/erbs86iPlno/s320/Picture0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057764755303547058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RjDKP21bwLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8tx6Qgu9O_Q/s320/mel4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;emo mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TBR lecture next. almost fainted inside. headache sia. after that, go to gem class with mel. smelled lots fragrances. i like the floral one, while mel likes the sandalwood. the furthest strip of paper from us means its the most er xin smell. haha. lastly, i take a picture of the singtel building from my gem class window. mel says it looks like a bird. LOL. by the way, mel u really can help us pay our notes by plucking out all your hairs. &lt;strong&gt;i appreciate that xD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057290685403349026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8bFW1bwCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DziuztfXQUI/s320/Picture0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057290861497008178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8bPm1bwDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/44LP9x1uZ24/s320/Picture0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-8347944989527326881?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8347944989527326881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=8347944989527326881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8347944989527326881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8347944989527326881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun.html' title='FUN'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8Zjm1bwAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/erbs86iPlno/s72-c/Picture0309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2682241766453755113</id><published>2007-04-25T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:51:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joe boi boi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;due to joe's slip of tongue, i tied his hair during TBR tutorial yesterday. into plaits. into ponytails. WAHAHA. pictures speak the truth (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057283671721754562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8UtG1bv8I/AAAAAAAAADk/ITTEKpQUNlI/s320/Picture0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057283980959399890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8U_G1bv9I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ne2f7Z5JUhE/s320/Picture0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see piglet plaster on joe's neck. think is during MICE lecture de. morning also dont have. then he says got mosquito bite, very itchy. so here are the pictures again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057285183550242786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8WFG1bv-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/12QBRUy10eQ/s320/Picture0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057285471313051634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8WV21bv_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/f02kDZ20Tr0/s320/Picture0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nearer view of the piglet&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/11819156-2682241766453755113?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2682241766453755113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2682241766453755113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2682241766453755113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2682241766453755113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/joe-boi-boi.html' title='joe boi boi'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Ri8UtG1bv8I/AAAAAAAAADk/ITTEKpQUNlI/s72-c/Picture0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5156685877808061079</id><published>2007-04-21T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:52:03.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid FMAH lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today have FMAH lecture from 4 till 530pm. i meet shu ling 11am at bugis. she wants go shopping. we go makan KFC de new cheesey meal first. then she buys her cosmetics at SASA. we buy a collared shirt for ming as a token of appreciation (: get the chance to take neoprints. shu ling has so much &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt; with the machine. lol. quite worth the bucks lah. sad. we cant find the TBR textbook though we go to clementi popular and search for it. all sweats, we make our way back to school. TO THE TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RijqxGSaWII/AAAAAAAAADU/6h5d94ZDrMw/s1600-h/Picture0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055548710945708162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RijqxGSaWII/AAAAAAAAADU/6h5d94ZDrMw/s320/Picture0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; DUMMY duo in the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel go fish and swim in the singapore river. she damn drenched. haha. FMAH lecture ends just in time. tired.&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/11819156-5156685877808061079?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5156685877808061079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5156685877808061079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5156685877808061079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5156685877808061079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-fmah-lecture.html' title='stupid FMAH lecture'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RijqxGSaWII/AAAAAAAAADU/6h5d94ZDrMw/s72-c/Picture0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-3875325795677837161</id><published>2007-04-19T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:52:20.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling so xing fu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today is a damn long day for me. 8am starts lesson with report writing then ends lesson 5pm with MICE lecture. luckily report writing is short so our class takes a break at the canteen till the next IHRO lecture. during the IHRO lecture, mel shows me her baobei drawings. OH MY GOD! my this bestie here is a &lt;strong&gt;ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;. below are some of her talented displays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055533090149652530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rijcj2SaWDI/AAAAAAAAACs/u6OqYFVlxNQ/s320/Picture0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SUZUKI. mel's laogong aka &lt;strong&gt;aunty&lt;/strong&gt;. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055543294991947874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rijl12SaWGI/AAAAAAAAADE/v_BNhjhZzBU/s320/Picture0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel and her happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my 2nd break is after TBR lecture. i go to clementi mac and meet him. reach there, but he is already there. he helps me order my meal. i asks him to order together. he says that he brings 'jin' today so i cant leave our table. lols. having my fries that time, he shakes off the salt for me cause he sees me doing that. so sweet of him (: by the way, he tells me he got secret for me to know. ?? finished my meal and i suggest to go out walk walk. he says must let him say his part. i'm all ears yahh. he struggles and paiseh. dont know how to tell me. i'm blur of course. well, then he asks the magical question in my ears. i'm stunned. &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt;. the next moment i know is he presents me this bouquet of roses. i almost touched to tears. we talk abit, he pei me go SP and wait with me for my friends to come out from the biz law lecture. oops i pon it =p. he goes off after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055543934942074994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RijmbGSaWHI/AAAAAAAAADM/Kc3c0YjNsSM/s320/Picture0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;his GIFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in case you all are wondering, i have not accepted him yet. or u can call it partly? just thinking that we still have to know each other better. for now, only time can prove everything. but 'we got feelings for each other. enough liao.' makes me so XING FU xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-3875325795677837161?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/3875325795677837161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=3875325795677837161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3875325795677837161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/3875325795677837161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-so-xing-fu.html' title='feeling so xing fu...'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/Rijcj2SaWDI/AAAAAAAAACs/u6OqYFVlxNQ/s72-c/Picture0264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4948786214292111386</id><published>2007-04-18T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:52:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taka gia gia dae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we trio agree to wear heels to school today. and i regret it very much much. heels are killing my feet. sian 1/2. lessons all so boring. yawnnx. school only reopen for few days leh, yet i'm so tired and worn out. supposedly i'm still in holiday mood. haha. TBR lecture i mostly dont understand anything she says. she talks so fast and like to jump to here and there. oh my god! can i request for a change of lecturer?! OOPS. me and mel same gem: scents. teacher releases us 1hour early, saving us from continual rotting in the classroom. lols. outside raining, actually wanna go home, but since SO early, we take bus to orchard. walk around takashimaya. kino is mel's favourite place. grab venezia ice-cream. yum yum =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiY5FLeVDlI/AAAAAAAAACM/zYvPfJkNdm4/s1600-h/Picture0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054790392912088658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiY5FLeVDlI/AAAAAAAAACM/zYvPfJkNdm4/s320/Picture0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; mel: mint choc + cookies n cream ; me: biscotti + belgian choc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiY46LeVDkI/AAAAAAAAACE/QqMdXwVEdn0/s1600-h/Picture0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054790203933527618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiY46LeVDkI/AAAAAAAAACE/QqMdXwVEdn0/s320/Picture0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mel so ren zhen sia...flipping through jap books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiY4zbeVDjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7C-EWyQHkFk/s1600-h/Picture0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054790087969410610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiY4zbeVDjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7C-EWyQHkFk/s320/Picture0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; us zi-lian-ing at the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p.s. he is meeting me tomorrow (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4948786214292111386?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4948786214292111386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4948786214292111386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4948786214292111386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4948786214292111386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/taka-gia-gia-dae.html' title='taka gia gia dae.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiY5FLeVDlI/AAAAAAAAACM/zYvPfJkNdm4/s72-c/Picture0275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2997448507111077257</id><published>2007-04-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:52:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumper dae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whee~ mel and shu ling both wear jumpers to school today. shu ling is so sexy cause she wears jumper with a tube. woohoo! haha. they dont want pose for my camera. but i still secretly snapped it. that explains the blurred effect. they are just about to siam. lolx. got so much break time left. before we go for the biz law tutorial. thus we sit at canteen and. chat. gossip. joke. laugh. hehe. just like last year de old days =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiYC_beVDiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IwTTs1xwcB8/s1600-h/Picture0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054730920499940898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiYC_beVDiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IwTTs1xwcB8/s320/Picture0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; mel and shu ling in jumpers. CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054799279199424098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiZBKbeVDmI/AAAAAAAAACU/QhGKibdoNbM/s320/Picture0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shu ling act ke ai with my specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p.s. feel sour today. jealous? maybe due to random feelings. wanna say sorry to mr ZS for worrying so much about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiYC5beVDhI/AAAAAAAAABs/NNl9a9-ihys/s1600-h/Picture0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2997448507111077257?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2997448507111077257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2997448507111077257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2997448507111077257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2997448507111077257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/jumper-dae.html' title='jumper dae'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiYC_beVDiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IwTTs1xwcB8/s72-c/Picture0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5884549514595621632</id><published>2007-04-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:53:20.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first dae of sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today is the first day of school. yet it is a pretty long day for me cause i need to attend the biz psychology lesson till 830pm. can you believe it we spend the whole evening presenting the metaphors that describes ourselves?! and we dont even go through any of the notes. but i learn quite alot, i mean it helps me know better about the others and how the others think about life. "LIFE IS A JOURNEY, NOT A DESTINATION." anyone agrees with it? personally, i feel that &lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS A JOURNEY FULL OF DESTINATIONS. &lt;/strong&gt;i shall not explain much about it. hmm. something for you all to ponder =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiX5z7eVDfI/AAAAAAAAABc/eaaaxkYeZJU/s1600-h/Picture0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054720827326795250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiX5z7eVDfI/AAAAAAAAABc/eaaaxkYeZJU/s320/Picture0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boring in the morning. so tied teeny weeny plaits to school. can see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054720969060716034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiX58LeVDgI/AAAAAAAAABk/PtECeqj0Wl8/s320/Picture0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt; effect of my hair after untying the plaits. LOLS i know i'm wu liao xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5884549514595621632?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5884549514595621632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5884549514595621632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5884549514595621632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5884549514595621632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-dae-of-sch.html' title='first dae of sch'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiX5z7eVDfI/AAAAAAAAABc/eaaaxkYeZJU/s72-c/Picture0273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8583859962309068456</id><published>2007-04-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:53:40.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jalang dae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meet him today at marina square. suppose i decide 11am at vivo. he comments too far le, then push back the timing till around noon at marina. i am abit pissed off. he say i little bit cannot, still say not happy dont meet loh. wth. very like my first ex. dont bother to argue with him cause so early i also have nothing to do. and i'm outside at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we eat long john as breakfast. both of us very quiet. dont know why. so unlike him, so unlike me. through the phone, we have so much to talk. that moment, i already know that we dont suit each other. now i understand you cant established a relationship over the phone or via smses. seriously. walk around abit then sit at killiney cafe stare at each other. lame lah. he pang seh me to meet his parents at around 1pm+. i pei him go take bus home cause he not driving today. he going book in tomorrow le. 1 and 1/2mths then end this course. we just simply dont suit. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;still early and i dont feel like going home. so i play around with the mrt lines. take to the end and u-turn. LOLs. jinhong last minute cant come out then shu ling got work. she say fion is there so cant have long lunch. i plan to stop by jurong east and take neoprints with her de. luckily zhen shun reply me. i ask him want meet tiong bahru. he kuku. fall asleep again. he has work at 5pm but i still get to meet him 3pm at PS. very paiseh. ask him to rush down just to pei me. so treat him bravissimo ice-cream. got a large one with three flavours then we share. baileys, tiramisu and green tea. to me, that green tea is yucky. zhen shun dont mind finish all the green tea for me. nice of him yahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053595983981907410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiH6xbeVDdI/AAAAAAAAABM/pbAWo9HINgA/s320/zs+with+ice-cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;can see the green tea flavour? yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053595313967009218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiH6KbeVDcI/AAAAAAAAABE/WfIljmv-s4Q/s320/zs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;zhen shun with the ice-cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chat with him abit. study his sunburned arms. starting to peel off le, wednesday havent yet. i try to help him peel, but no skill. hehe. then take train with him to city hall. walk around abit. he has to work soon, but he dont seem to have the mood. actually got 1 girl want replace him, but think cant rush there in time. lol. reluctantly, he enters the employers' entrance, and i say bye bye to him. thank you guy for keeping me accompanied :)&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/11819156-8583859962309068456?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8583859962309068456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=8583859962309068456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8583859962309068456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/8583859962309068456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/jalang-dae.html' title='jalang dae.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiH6xbeVDdI/AAAAAAAAABM/pbAWo9HINgA/s72-c/zs+with+ice-cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2108446095309374759</id><published>2007-04-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:53:58.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reaping**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today is the third day of freshmen orientation. its the freshies' spice training. facilitators dont have to be with them. so shu ling go work while i have my day out with zhen shun. we arrange to meet at vivo 10am. decide to watch 'the reaping'. it starts at 1150am. then we go mac grab breakfast to makan. halfway got a lady wants us do survey for her. the survey damn long though we are given mac vouchers for doing it. haha. buy the tickets but still early so we do daiso walk walk. zhen shun teach me how to tie TIE. but first time his tied tie so mini and cute. i have picture to prove it. lols. then i found some snacks de packaging super cute. so i snap it down also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053515221416873330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiGxUbeVDXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yTP_FvAmtlI/s320/zs+with+tie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;zhen shun with mini tie. &lt;strong&gt;CUTE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053516209259351426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiGyN7eVDYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ddfpg3o_wRo/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAWAII.&lt;/strong&gt; female and male snacks packaging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;go to watch movie after that. lousy seating. all 6 ppl, including us, sit together in the last row. of course we dont like that, so we jump seats. i think to the front three rows. can sit comfortably as beside us no ppl. haha. we very noisy and keep laughing. paiseh. cause abit horror so i always hid beside him, under my jacket. first part of movie quite boring, he falls asleep. oh forgot to mention he never sleep a wink yesterday. was playing badminton with his friends. he drank red bull before meeting me to keep himself awake. funny hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;after the movie, we go to take pay. a pity cant go up to the skypark as it is raining. got pay liao but still early so we go dhoby ghaut jalang. zhen shun hungry le. he want treat me pasta cause he just got his pay. alot of vouchers leh. makan at pastamania. zhen shun say the meatballs too dry. LOL. then he want find avril lavigne's newest album 'the best damn thing'. but to no avail. no converse at PS. so we take train to somerset. zhen shun likes one green star design but dont have his size le. we ask the person to reserve one pair at queensway. zhen shun will pick it up tomorrow. part with him at the mrt. before that got take few pictures. he keep making me laugh like hell. hahas. &lt;strong&gt;FUN xD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053584898671316386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiHwsLeVDaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8jH5gXMeoIk/s320/zs+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;zhen shun and me&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/11819156-2108446095309374759?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2108446095309374759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2108446095309374759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2108446095309374759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2108446095309374759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/reaping.html' title='the reaping**'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RiGxUbeVDXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yTP_FvAmtlI/s72-c/zs+with+tie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-1208594314112458256</id><published>2007-04-11T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:54:59.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went school with shu ling for FOP training. saw jinhong. kena psycho-ed by her to join group 5. she and sheng yuan are our GLs. our group members are uncle malcolm, chin chye, dong lian, kok ming, li ming, elaine, si leng and of course me and shu ling. played ice breaker games. sheng yuan, malcolm and li ming tio most forfeits. lols. sheng yuan was sabo-ed by miss jinhong. evil girl right? after that had our lunch - big slurpee plus two cheese omelette baked chicken burgers. then went to gather and played our station games. jinhong had her fun taking dumb pictures of us. was rather fun but we all damn tired. debrief and got our respective class list. went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of freshmen orientation programme. found our freshies. brought them to mlt 11. heard long talks and briefings. about cruise, repeat modules and blah blah. damn it. shortened our ice-breaking time. but heng our class got few quite happening cause they went for FOC. one of them was nigel's gf. then our classroom was locked, made me squeeze 23people at the open space near foodcourt 6. played good morning game. chosen class commitee and pageant contestants. led them to have lunch. station games were cancelled due to the rain. BOOHOO! had to bring them back to the classroom and chat with them. shu ling dragged me do forfeit with her. sianx. released them quite early. debrief at mlt 8. then our group suggested to hang around. got malcolm, kok ming, elaine, li ming, chin chye, dong lian, si leng, me and jinhong. we went to jurong point. had snacks at mac then walk around. sort of FUN. rumours between jinhong and malcolm plus elaine and chin chye. LOL. i took train home with li ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY=TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet li ming in the morning at sengkang mrt. crap with her till dover mrt. saw shu ling. taken new floor plan. goodie bags so heavy. heng jian an come early. tick class attendance. they move into the convention centre. i have to stay with timothy and jessica, the beauty pageant contestants. shu ling is so damn bored down there. lols. go back to join her shortly after. its alright if our representatives never won the thingy, but i witness dtrm cum class spirit. they are cheering for dtrm/own class and jeering at the dmc. haha. aloysius is so high shouting behind us. distribute the tin cans and stickers. the sad thing is this year facs also have to join in the fund raising. sian 1/2. debrief. go to jurong east with shu ling to buy socklings. reach home =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2931768393637902731</id><published>2007-04-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:54:40.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spending gd fri wid shu ling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;phew! finally four nights of dinner all over le. my life was totally upside down for these past few days. yesterday was damn sian, serene, zhen shun, kelvin uncle and aunties asked me why bad mood. nope, not because i were tired or bad mood, its &lt;strong&gt;SIANZATION&lt;/strong&gt;! i think i'm going to fall sick le. *cough cough* must be calvin from next door. sigh. i still want to get high during orientation programme de. how sia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is good friday. i go gai gai with shu ling. alighted at orchard mrt, then walk to far east plaza. we take neos there, because shu ling want to see her super short hair in neoprints. haha. hungry le. we eat burger king with coupons (credit to me ^^) so damn full. cravio's cookies crumble is yummilicious! this is the time&lt;br /&gt;got a orangy-brown glittery flower brooch to complement my necklace from this fashion. then we walk past tangs to heeren. nothing much to see. tempted to take neos again, so off we go. another round of posing. lolx. plus we make a 1st year friendship anniversary note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050351044205230130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RhZzhEzgODI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WHD1YK29DEU/s320/memory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;if you guys curious, can go to heeren neoprint shop de flipbook to find our note..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;actually we want to go cine de, but i see shu ling sian sian. so dragged her go bugis. so damn lot people. squeeze squeeze squeeze. no neos for us le. we abit broke. haha. finally found my peter ho album at sembawang. but intend to buy when the price drops. lol. walk until sian also, maybe i abit emo liao. then shu ling go buy contact lenses solution le, we go home after that. legs very tired. will be meeting shu ling again tomorrow for FOP training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;during dinner, my dumb brother do a stupid thing. i got hard solid evidence for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050354067862206530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RhZ2REzgOEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YSMQlFGtVhc/s320/joeycorn.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he stuffed the corn into his mouth. trying to be funny huh =P &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/11819156-2931768393637902731?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2931768393637902731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2931768393637902731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2931768393637902731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2931768393637902731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/spending-gd-fri-wid-shu-ling.html' title='spending gd fri wid shu ling'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/RhZzhEzgODI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WHD1YK29DEU/s72-c/memory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-4645507971276588935</id><published>2007-04-02T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:55:26.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>canning wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just a pretty short entry here because have to go work le. yesterday worked canning wedding with albert. he put me VIP tables with ann sim. the good thing is he did not get me do usher. perhaps because of saturday's matter. well, he got the flower vase to do for me. ...function ended smoothly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-4645507971276588935?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/4645507971276588935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=4645507971276588935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4645507971276588935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/4645507971276588935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-heart.html' title='canning wedding'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2699835720435898418</id><published>2007-03-31T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:55:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is my 100th post. yet i'm so pissed off by some people's biasness. as a manager, have you ever care about the welfare of your staff? usher is a damn tough job for girls, you should understand. but you dont bother to rotate the shift whereby there are other girls under my side (not mentioning anita because she had already stand for 4hrs in the morning), making me stand there for 5hrs. you are just simply &lt;strong&gt;BIAS&lt;/strong&gt;. when got people come replace me, you also buay song. i told you beforehand i want 3pm sign out, you die die want me stay until 4pm. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK OFF! &lt;/strong&gt;some team leader also never practise what he said, told me 2hrs later will find someone to replace me. in the end, deliberately 3pm then get people. &lt;strong&gt;*#%@!^&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;i go up to banquet office to find someone replace me tomorrow morning because dont want to see them. rajah suggests to use male usher next time. lols. sigh. if i dont take up another diploma, i dont have to chiong so much work and must endure their nonsense =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5979556975988665015</id><published>2007-03-28T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:56:05.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suay suay suay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;monday working 3pm de dinner. so early right. jinhong still sick so i went to work alone. it was singtel D&amp;amp;D. found out that cocktail lasted for 2hrs. sian 1/2. but i doing VIP tables with another aunty. spare me the cocktail. was asked to do usher by edwin. albert so happy. dots. then qian hui came to replace and i went for break with lilian. saw barry at d canteen. he kept entertaining us. he was super early for his work. 1hr+ nothing to do. who could stand it?! then went up busy busy busy. function ended shortly. kim hong aunty wanted me to replace her daughter hui ting for tuesday. i will be working at wilberforce. though i doubt myself for able to wake up next morning, but i accepted her offer. can help people also can earn more money. why not? went home with zheng ping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday working wilberforce. i made it to work. not late! haha. eric in charge of ECC. halina was with me. she taking care of bailey. so nice of her to share with me the fried carrot cake. yums. i thought wilson coming in later at 11am. but didi replaced him. he abit irritating. dont want help me, still ka jiao me. he wanted things his own way, then so easily angry de. fan si ren! my darling cecilia working at atrium. got went over and chatted with her. she lent me one of her trolleys in the morning. so nice right? adrian came over my area and teached me how to make mocha. yummie. he still dont want to admit that he was snake. but it was obvious &lt;strong&gt;xD&lt;/strong&gt;. then i signed out at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the suayest thing happened to me on that day. took my vouchers, saw the long queue, actually wanted to go home de, but saw jinhong and linghui. so seize the chance to ask them queue for me. wait wait wait. until their turns finished, i went up to take. then the &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING BITCH&lt;/strong&gt; behind us scolded me off. &lt;strong&gt;who the hell&lt;/strong&gt; did she think she was?! cant i ask my friend to queue for mi?! dont tell me you never ever do this before?!! you dont look like some guai kia to me loh.!!! &lt;strong&gt;SHUT YOUR FUCK UP!&lt;/strong&gt; fine, let you and your friend took first. dont let me catch you next time! you better watch your steps!! no wonder mah, some people are frog's friends. and you know what, &lt;strong&gt;frog's friends=toads!&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha. thats not the end of the whole thing. the damn &lt;strong&gt;ASShole&lt;/strong&gt; victor refused to give me my pay. &lt;strong&gt;WTF.&lt;/strong&gt; that time asked me write so many stars for you, i chin cai. now this was how you treated me. alright, you another freak watch out your steps. you &lt;strong&gt;guai lan&lt;/strong&gt; with me, i sure made you pay back! &lt;strong&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i was so damn &lt;em&gt;pissed off&lt;/em&gt; with those &lt;strong&gt;bastards&lt;/strong&gt; lah. totally spoilt my day. i nearly burst blood vessels that day sia. haix. &lt;em&gt;*sighhx*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry for being so vulgar in the above post. you have to be me to understand how i feel at that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5979556975988665015?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5979556975988665015/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2843407979176571003</id><published>2007-03-25T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:56:31.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duo VIP servers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wake up at 3pm today. i also dont know why i sleep so much. yesterday my family waited for me to have dinner cum supper. i reached home from work then bathe, and called to place mac orders. ate so much, guess i sure gain some pounds. i created a new sauce for french fries (think elisha teached me de). 2 mayo plus 2 garlic chili and 1 sweet chili. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday actually work 10am de, but changed to 11am. me and jinhong worked raffles side. then naren separated us. sobb. i had mistaken jeffrey for doing so till the time we took train with him. very sorry to wrong him lehh. me sent to stamford, together with hwee leng. still alright. because later turnover no need so chiong as some tables had already been set and placed outside the bencoolen foyer. belinda came late. while waiting for the guests to enter sophia for lunch, me and her had a nice chat. i got 2tables. 1table de guests very fast ate finished and disappeared. yup good for me. lunch ended shortly and i had my favourite choco mousse. delicious. belinda loved the cod fish. haha. found out me and jinhong later working atrium. damn happy! as atrium was ready for us. we dont have to go chiong setup. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met linghui. went to have our dinner. steve sat with us. wah lao. he made us laugh, cant eat sia. he asked us go back cafe swiss, but i dont think i will. francis also go kopitiam for training le. signed at atrium back area. anthony gave row call, raymond the AM in charge. so funny. anthony keep saying wrong things during row call. amareek suaned him. jinhong laughed till stomach pain. think they all good mood bah. at first 1auntie and me do VIP drink. later she like blur blur, so i asked edwin for a swap. jinhong ended up with me to do the VIP. yipee. worked together yahh. she volunteered to do usher while i prepared the necessary stuff. both of us suay. jinhong kana fever later, then i hurt my finger. the nail was tore halfway off from my flesh. eeks. pain. the stupid atrium door lah. jinhong went to ask kelvin for panadol. he ran downstairs and got for her. kelvin uncle was always so nice and helpful. worked worked worked. guess jinhong should learn alot about serving VIP drinks during the function. take it easy, girl. i also learned the stuffs from the lao jiaos and aunties. kok heng working at plaza kitchen. long time never see him le. thought everytime he worked main kitchen de. lolx. i knew him from the cathay outside catering. hees. yam paste was yummy (jinhong and zi jian agreed with me ^^), though i saw how they artificially made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeffrey took train with us. he and jinhong sure bicker alot de. i went home with zheng ping. did not sleep as we talked throughout the way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2843407979176571003?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2843407979176571003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2843407979176571003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2843407979176571003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2843407979176571003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/03/duo-vip-servers_25.html' title='duo VIP servers'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-7887733113630072302</id><published>2007-03-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:57:22.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today go school and hand in my psychology letter. yup i already decided to take up this module. after so much consideration, quarrels with my dad, advices from relatives. forking out money and time, i have to finish this diploma no matter what. oops. cant slack too much later this year le. then make a trip down to chinatown to buy materials to make a gift for xueni. will be seeing her tomorrow. done. just now i go take a look at the selection of gems. wanting to enrol into love relations. dont worry. its a very healthy module that deals with relationships and family. maybe ask shu ling want anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday work double shift, another money-earning day. 7am reached there. SIA marketing conference. naren sent me over to stamford meeting rooms to help debbie, hui wen and sasi. because 1bitch no show. got 5meetings, debbie and hui wen busy like siao. some more no trolleys. so i helped out abit. debbie said if that bitch showed up also not much difference. LOL. so i around 1030 go back raffles. then waited for them to have lunch. yet i ended up folding napkins and missed my lunch. horrible. the western lunch was such a rush, not enough napkins, icewater not filled, jialat. the good thing was i dont have any tables. woots. albert asked me to follow him around. in the end, i cant find him. knowing that jinhong partner with another guy 2to3 tables, i helped them out. chiong chiong chiong. ended. yummie tiramisu =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went outside prepare coffee break. with yan ling, barry, ming xing, sandi. they took so long to come out. then also not much people stay for the snacks. think they all wander around. haha. so when finished, everything cleared. ready for my second shift. jinhong kana cancelled. happy when i know jimmy in charge of VIP lounge. he super nice to me. but damn fucking mohan pissed me and jinhong off. released others still keep out for what. he sibeh attituded. such a asshole. wanted give him 2tight slaps. spoilt my day. jinhong pei me had dinner. finally i makan proper meal le. crapped with barry and ming xing. FUN. yam ice-cream tastes alright. dont know why both guys cant finish it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinhong went home, i go report to jimmy. i working with sally, gek buay and yong ann plus 2malays. jimmy funny, he dont like malays then transfer them to atrium do setup and let them off at 1130pm. the rest of us had to stay til 1230pm. sian 1/2. maybe morning i too chiong, night i already half-dead. but heng did not do dinner at canning. thinking of it made me boils. i was refreshing room with the aunties, albert dragged me help food server at canning. everything was alright at first, till the guests ordered drinks from me. stupid drink server at that table lah. drinks all emptied, never top up at all. then they ordered extra 1more white wine from me. dumb. perhaps too shack, wo shou ruan, piang! 1 empty glass and 1 white wine down to the floor. damn the drink server. lokeman was a dar, he helped me pick up the pieces. i felt so useless. guess what. i broke down and despaired into tears. the aunties so shocked and keep comforting me. think alot people know i cried, my side barmen alan and eric. even kelvin and lionel also heard of it. jimmy pulled me up and asked me to rest for awhile. i went over and check with lokeman if he can handled without me. so off i went to refresh room with the aunties. we went back to the lounge to stand by since the dinner also finished by that time. luckily not much guests. think most had gone back to their rooms in the hotel. then closed bar. cleared evertything. settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed and makan supper with the aunties. since still got time to catch the 1245am bus. not much people taking route2, so within 45mins i had reached home. the journey was scary. the bus keep bumping violently, like anytime would fall apart. lolx. at least i'm home ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. we declared each other dar just now. but should be play play only =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-7887733113630072302?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/7887733113630072302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=7887733113630072302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7887733113630072302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7887733113630072302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/03/double-lol.html' title='double LOL'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2843658955027337596</id><published>2007-03-18T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:57:39.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacky dae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;working raffles 7am today. reach there but no teamleader in sight. matnor come over, let us sign, inform us jimmy will be here at 10am. morning staff only 3of us. jessie looks after the coffee station. me and wilson suppose to wipe glass tops and check plates. the function is scholarship tea session starting at 330pm. haha. im going to rot at raffes for the rest of the day. nothing much to prepare. wilson transfer by aru to stamford meeting room. i walk around to find napkins. stop by stamford. zhen shun and mui hoi auntie were there. next stop is atrium. so good vasu in charge leh. got junandi, yeng ling, lilian, debbie, steph and hui wen. the idiot flower vase also present. no wonder la because atrium fridge stores flowers mah, so she need to be there. oops, im so evil =Xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joker someone keep chasing me away. haiz. good girl me go back to my area. wipe plates till i want to doze off. but the plates damn dirty and smelly. my napkin is stained horribly. then i top up water bombs, change 9inch to 6inch plates, arrange food tags and go canteen with jessie. the time i reach 4th floor, my morning is gone. so fast. then pocket dessert forks, soup spoons and teaspoons. someone steal my water bommb. $#%^&amp;amp;!@. reynold is there. he keep ka jiao me. 2pm staff not yet come. i go jalang abit since boss not present for today. 2pm staff got hwee leng, shi hsia, xue qi, xue ting, tall rizwan, blah blah. jimmy want assign me do coffee station with jessie. stupid anthony put me do buffet runner. heng not much people go into canning and makan. if not i die let him see. lol. actually i do buffet runner quite sin nan. happy because today i learn new things again. when free can gossip with hwee leng and shi hsia about the flower vase. they told me she kana splashed loh mee by her friend during her secondary school days. im laughing my head out. both of them quite fun to talk to. guess what. someone got me ice-cream with choco chips, almonds and choco syrup. well its the same cook. so sweet of him. i stand around so we talk about what happened that day after albert found out. then chat abit, he got my ice-cream and he off work le. i knock off at 6pm. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i just found out my working shoes missing one sole. and breaking into half. lols. on my way home, i go to image-turn but dont have my size. so make my trip to heartland mall. yipee! got my new shoes. tomorrow working. hope they wont bite my feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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dae'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5063462965141404209</id><published>2007-03-17T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:57:57.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACM oc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, my brother commented that his polytechnic sister should type proper english. thinking back twice, i have to listen to him so as to facilitate my readers =). but guess my blog entries going to take up lots space because i cant shorten those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home almost 4am. bathe then slept. wake up at around 1pm today. yesterday went outside catering with yan ling and jinhong. albert was in charge. it had been a long time since i work with dear jinhong. i was quite excited about it. except knowing that someone was not in good mood, plus a bitchy flower vase was at ACM with us. briefing ended, pack things and we walked to ACM in compass rose uniform. damn hot and sweaty. should have wear the t-shirts instead. yan ling, jinhong and me crapped all the way to ACM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at ACM. heard debbie, hui wen, steph, qian hui and ming xing complained about the vase. sibeh slacker. then we re-wiped the plates. our dinner time was next. the girls sat around and gossiped about stuffs. lots of laughs. me and jinhong ran outside to take pictures. cam-whoring. kevin uncle and jeffrey were in our shots. the ice sculpture was so cool and splendid. after dinner, edwin assigned our individual tasks. i was the clearer for the day. woots! the open air area was not as busy as the air-con hall. poor ka zua. so i was walking around aimlessly for the first few hours. well, jinhong was very crazy over her aloysius. worse than me. haha. super busy afterwards. because the guests drink fast inside the hall. me and jinhong had to move racks of wine and champagne glasses from end of the open air area to inside the hall. tough job of squeezing through the crowd. was sorry when banged few people along the way. we were definitely tired after that 'child labour'. but but. got 1guy super gentleman. he helped me take out the glasses and placed them on the table. then he politely asked me to refill his sparkling wine. i could not recognise his face, but still remember his black t-shirt with a glittery red mouth graphic. first time ever seen a guest so nice =Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jinhong stood with kelvin at the bar counter. finally i knew how to serve beer, maybe this beer barrel was lower than the usual one. this function we saw few celebrities like zoe tay, chen han wei and einstein from kids central. i even saw 1SP biz lecturer. he damn gay. oops. we took pictures with einstein and got his autograph on the food tag also. haha. then got 1cook wanted to get ice-cream for us. i asked for lots strawberries =P. yummiex. but he kana caught by albert for taking ice-cream for another bunch of girls. hais. i felt bad =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed pretty fast. guests started to leave and we were packing things up to go back to hotel. bars closed. glass tops wrapped and carried down to 1st floor. the useless vase broke 1round glass top and got off with it. f**king hell. no strength dont act pro, created more trouble for us. sian. me and yan ling carried lots glass tops. we could not take it then let the guys do the loading. the girls followed edwin walk back to the hotel once everything was packed into the vehicles. back to hotel, we began unpacking stuffs. putting back glass tops to foyers, then unwrapping them. we waited for albert to gather and release us. yeah got hell from him. but at least we could go home for now. changed and took taxi home with ka zua and jinhong. there went my 12bucks. sobb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like a water bomb yesterday. so nice of kelvin uncle to give me so much to drink. lime juice, apple juice, lemon tea, orange crush, sparkling wine filled my entire stomach. *bloated* wake up today with muscle aches and lots blue-blacks. pain pain. next time no outside catering for me. especially with certain people included. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5063462965141404209?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5063462965141404209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5063462965141404209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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fer e finland briefin. went to d clsroom. no ppl thr lehh. den i v hungry. so suggest to go makan. coz oso not interested in d trip liao. mel not goin, they din call shu ling oso. so we walk to fdcourt 4. i ordered sour lemon chicken, but she giv mi sour lemon FISH!! omg. got a hard time eatin it. den e sour lemon sauce so muchh. soaked mie rice yahs. din finish it thou. hahaz. den we sat on d stairs n chat. i stil cant get used to her short hair. v v weird. when sun i met her, i almost cant recognized her siaa. but she din regret d decision larh. we went to bugis aft tt. i wanna change mie earphones. new one yet faulty seh. sianz. we walk ard bugis ltr. i needa go hm quick to buy lunch fer mie bro. den shu ling meetin fion n a frn at ard 1pm plus. i felt bad abt leavin her alone at bugis. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftnoon at hm slackin. d teacher call mi n ask if im stil interested in d trip. she damn rude la. lik scoldin mi loh. $#%^&amp;amp;*!@. den chenise call mi frm her wrkplace. she been wrkin alone dese few daes, evn hav lunch alone lehh. so sian. so we tok alot. abt her job, den speak bad abt d teacher. LOL. she dun lik her oso. she muz thank mi leh. i help her pass her wrkin time. hees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-7482993407658124961?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/7482993407658124961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=7482993407658124961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7482993407658124961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/7482993407658124961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/03/widd-shu-ling.html' title='widd shu ling..'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-8688457681699478213</id><published>2007-03-09T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:58:36.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrkin wid steph.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last dae of d medical exhibition. woots. dunno y ivy put mi 10am loh. i got wrk on e 2nd dae mah. less money siaa. evn zhen shun oso agree wid mi. lol. report wrk late 5mins. dun care. i sign 10am zun zun. haha. den blah blah blah. they hav their lunch n we hav to standby inside wid trash bags. sian 1/2. e tok sibeh boring. mi n zhen shun nearly slpt inside e ballroom. kaOx. aft e lunch, time passed pretty fast. jason, steph, zhen shun n mi went makan in d kitchen. e chicken is yummilicious. e apple juice too sweet le. den steph brin mi go snake. we sit on e trash bag in d toilet n tok abt stuffs. nice tokin to steph. long time nva see her liao. she actuali bk oc wid debbie n hui wen. but kana in hse. ltr i go ECC find yan ling chat. saw cecilia n christina. so all gossip abt stuffs. hees. steph sign out at 4pm coz most guests din stay fer coffee brk, dun nid so mani staff. zhen shun gonna replace zi jian at nite, so he sign out 530pm. got lots stuff to clear. all guests left, e room in d process of tearin dwn. im d last to leave. finali anthony agree to let mi leave at 6pm. got interview at ard 7pm aft wrk. so i tidy up e area, together wid kelvin uncle. he treat mi drink mie fav lime juice again. so gd of him. i clear things, he ji siao mi. as usual mah. lolx. den ard 550pm zao nan. coz nth to do liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change n tak mrt to tampines. tak bus 28 to mie interview place. double confirm wid vincent if e place is d fourth stop. coz dummy street directory tell mi its 23rd stop. *#$%^!@&amp;amp;. interview v short. job is simple n easy. quite flexible n convenient for mi evn when school reopens. but but. he sae hav to wait til last dae of interview to shortlist any ppl. do hope i wil get call frm him =). tak bus 27 go hm. stupid mi. tot it got stop at sengkang interchange. so ovrstop abit. needa walk bac. sobb. reach hm. makan mother's homecook chicken rice. yum yum. so here i am, blogging. n enddin mie blog entry =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-8688457681699478213?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/8688457681699478213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-60588240113671417</id><published>2007-03-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:59:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrkin mania.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ytd wrk 6pm. wedding at atrium. pei yan ling. she mie food server, together wid serene. i kip suanin her, she buay tahan. haha. i dumb dumb. dunno back area got tea flasks. went to stamford tak. stamford got dinner. kelvin wrkin thr. he v gd. giv mi lime juice drink. he noes mi well =). den we chatted abit at back area. kip askin mi y i din go oc at sentosa. hao lian they got so much fun thr. stil bathe twice siaa. okok. ltr alan join in fer awhile. aft tt go bac to atrium. nth to do we chatted wid lokeman. he super cute laa. let us noe more abt him. together widd jie shi, we serve VIP drinks. too mani staff loh. got ppl sent to do backup. so gdd. but mine job oso quite sin nan. mostly they drink onli chinese tea. fast fast. pack bag go hm le. whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up 5.15am. went out 6.05am. i oso dunno i busy wid wad. reach 6.52am. fashion room queue damn long. report nearly 7.12am. naren ask mi sign 7.30am. mie 3bucks gone. sobb. its alrites. xueni, lilian n zhen shun got wrk. all ppl in dix function sibeh hungry lohh. ask when coffee brk, cant wait to tak their lunch boxes. dot dot. sian 1/2. plus boss walk ard n catch ppl slackin. hear xueni sae he ytd send 6staff bac. den AM n team leaders hav to do coffee stns n clearin. so chiam. lol. xue ling kana sent hm by boss oso. she complain to mi. haixx. den d AM lik bad mood oso. all pull long face dde. lik wad xueni saes, WHO CARES?! haa. we got wrk n snake oso. gossippin included =P. feel bad towards chwee sian. coz i zao halfway frm canning to top up milk n creamer. cant stand in thr la, i fallin aslp loh. hope she dun angry wid mi le. times past quite fast. xueni n mi v guai sia. stay til 6pm. we at first wan 5.50pm zao nan. but we complete e main coffee stn den went hm lor. we gd rite? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan ling do enterprise. sae pei her wrk but lik din see her whole dae de loh. onli aft wrk den we trio go mos burger chill. drink sumth n eat fries. gossip again. haaa. albert v sadist todae lehh. he refuse to let xueni n mi into d lift. den dunno wad happen, PIANG! e pastry cook de plate of fruit tarts fall onto d floor. lao da checkin his hp. albert kip laughin lik siao. nva see him liddat b4. evil hor? xueni's frn cum pick her up. we kana tricked by her fer pei-ing her wait her frn. when we realised, too late liao coz her frn call mahs. den mi n yan ling walk to mrt. *tired* i promised xueni sumth, nxt time den giv her. tmr she din wrk, mie 7am change to 10am sia. evil ivy.!! lilian oso din wrk. nva mind. stil got zhen shun. jinhong wrk sun, but i not free sia. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. yan ling. yan ling. dun play ard liaox. control urself can. PLZ!&lt;br /&gt;todae his 18th bdae leh. wishhed him. but he din reply. wadeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-60588240113671417?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/60588240113671417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=60588240113671417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/60588240113671417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/60588240113671417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/03/wrkin-mania.html' title='wrkin mania.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-2961863890246519076</id><published>2007-03-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:59:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first appt...failure =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meet shu ling earli todae. we havin lunch together marh. e person she suppose to meet b4hand drives her crazi. late fer so long. stil forgot to brin another copy of d album n posters. damn it! lols. we eat long john again. din use mie mac coupons. den shu ling wan go buy shoes. so money flies frm her wallet again. she complains owaes go out wid mi wil buy shoes dde. giggles n laughs. yupp quite true. tink bac i accompany her buy shoes 4times le =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk walk ard ltr. den go straight to d cafe. terry alrdy thr liao. surprisingly. haha. he abit shocked we alrdy made d appts ourselves. so we set off. terry hav to carry e heavy device. sianz. well. it started n ended. both appts dun evn wan to hear us share our products. not a slim chance. plus rainin sum more. both us abit demoralized. den terry told us his story. abt e black cat. damn funni. nva xpect he cld b so entertainin. coz shu ling sae he slow slow type. hahaa. thou it did lighten up our mood abit, but we stil fail two appts in e end. terry n jacky cant blieve it. but tts e sadd truth. wait fer nxt appt lohh =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex cant blieve it oso. terry told him le. den he console mi. we chatted awhile. he ji siao sae i lack slp n remind mi of d blood vessels. actuali he oso loh. everytime late late slp dde. den mie xiao qiang sms wake him up when he dozin off. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i killed a cockroach todae. squashed it. *pukes* mum woken up by e noise n cleaned its body fer mi. LOL. alex wan sue mi fer killin xiao qiang. dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-2961863890246519076?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/2961863890246519076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=2961863890246519076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2961863890246519076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/2961863890246519076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-apptfailure.html' title='first appt...failure =('/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-6567170789143415060</id><published>2007-03-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:59:29.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trainin dae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rain haven stop yet. frm ytd til todae sia. dun feel lik goin out ler. but got trainin. so meet shu ling at dhoby mrt at ard 1pm+. terry abit late. mi n shu ling sit thr tok crap. haha. shu ling scared e black cat. actuali mi oso larh. lol. den finali he cum le. well trainin begins. POOF! ended as fast as it started. jimmy do abit intro den terry ans our qns when we fillin d pps. hang ard awhile den go hm. wil inform terry of another date to meet fer appt. but i stil hav doubts abt how we earn bucks thr. mux ask terry brief mi again =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ps. i nid go sasa buy nail polish remover mah. shu ling buy shoes at image-turn. den together we buy earrings at fresh profusion. shu ling kip complainin go out wid mi wil spend lots money. lolx. mie fault mehs. she oso din buy fer mi wadd. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. feelin worse when almost 1mth dun hav income le. yet i stil spendin money. so tot of tryin out tampines branch de part time recep. hav to wait fer e guy taki to return call. he sae he wil help mi check. but who noes? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-6567170789143415060?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/6567170789143415060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=6567170789143415060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6567170789143415060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/6567170789143415060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/03/trainin-dae.html' title='trainin dae.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11819156.post-5042789568783331804</id><published>2007-02-27T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:59:53.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new jobb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meet shu ling at raffles place mrt todae. hahaa. i earlier den her seh. buy mr.bean drinks to quench thrist. den go to apply fer job. wanna wrk same branch as shu ling. but seems lik onli tampines branch nid ppl. e guy sae wil call mi if got mie desired position n preferred branch. haix. nahhz. tink not gonna got da job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make our way dwn to bugis. walk ard loh. den tak neos. along d way shu ling damn crappy. can tok wid mi abt stoopid story. LOL. den we tok so loud, ppl begin to listen to wad we tokin. super paiseh. coz we tok nonsense lehh. v funni. cant tahan her sia. okok. let she win larh. eat long john at dhoby ghaut. as usual shu ling cant finish her meal. but dix tym, she order too much le. haha. she sae tt tym got joe help finish her food marh, now no ppl. not mi la. i alrdy v full ler. so she waste food again. hav to nag at her sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet terry at d mrt. he sms mi when he reached. we saw a guy most prob is him. but din go up n ask. guess wad. we play hide n seek wid him. i sms him sae we reached oso yet din see him marh. so he walk ard, up n dwn, along e pathway. fun leh. den he called mie fone. here cum e classic scene, i starin at mie fone, din ans his call; he in front of mi, not sure if im d rite person. WAHAHAA. lik sum kinda blind date lorh. okie. enuff of playin. he lead us to e cafe as his wrkplace. quite far frm mrt seh. we sweat lik hell u noe. enter e cafe. fill application forms. stupid forms la ask abt our family members fer wadd. lol. later meet jacky fer interview. e interview is lik so short. den terry giv us orientation. got another guy named alex who is under terry oso join us. i did try call dix alex b4 but ended up hearin zhang dong liang's 'hurt'. haax. so turn to terry loh. aft noein d impt info, we go upstairs to test out d equipment tt can transmit blood vessels into images. e two guys havin fun discussin our manicure, our health, blood circulation, blah blah. dotz. we hav a small tok wid joyce, one of d management. friendly n sweet. whee. beginnin to lik diz company n its ppl. beginnin to see da benefits of dis job. lolz. well we alrdy arranged a date wid terry to start off wid our basic trainin. shu ling remind mi saein looks lik not lotsa ladies r in d company, coz we onli see joyce as e onli female thr. besides us larh. y not? well tt makes us special. heee. finali i see sum light in mie life, other den lazin ard n wastin mie youth =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. wrkin banquet tmr. dun feel lik goin lehhx. dunno y. but gonna pester kelvin uncle fer mie hong bao. heee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11819156-5042789568783331804?l=lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/feeds/5042789568783331804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11819156&amp;postID=5042789568783331804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5042789568783331804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11819156/posts/default/5042789568783331804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lurve-hhurtx.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-jobb.html' title='new jobb.'/><author><name>lurve_hhurtx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442599318738796229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ltp7ibYA3Pk/SzLZEzC4tAI/AAAAAAAABMk/cO14BqQ5jQU/S220/IMG_0962.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
