<?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-8200316535873093472</id><updated>2011-10-08T19:17:12.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>498</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5309824765581419733</id><published>2011-08-22T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T16:39:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;COOKINGGGG IS SO FUNNNNNNNNNN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahahahhaha hello everybody I just DIY and made some (horrible) dish. &lt;div&gt;i was too lazy to change and go out to buy food so i decided to just cook something from home and eat. (quite regretful now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opened the fridge, saw eggs, took 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw a tomato, took it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw a cucumber, took it out - and only after cutting/scraping off the skin, realised its some (i think winter)melon...... -.- used it anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shrimps, took some out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roasted pork!!!, took it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left over braised peanuts from a few days back, took them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kimchi!!!, took it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;threw everything into the pan, realised the melon is not getting soft, poured some water, add some salt, add some oil, add some salt.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tadah jiahu's dish. hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(looks horrible, tastes okay, just very salty.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the shrimps killed the dish. i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will have a better attempt next time!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5309824765581419733?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5309824765581419733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/cookingggg-is-so-funnnnnnnnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5309824765581419733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5309824765581419733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/cookingggg-is-so-funnnnnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5955036608861970973</id><published>2011-08-17T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T00:55:38.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like things that smells nice. Just nice.. Not something too overwhelming.. Like the Olive Body Butter I just applied. It's just nice. It makes me smell and feel good. and happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love my perfume. Daisy from Marc Jacobs. I love Daisies.. Actually I really like flowers. They're so pretty and their smell's level is perfect! I like to open the doors of the fridge at the florist. The lovely smell of flowers... You only smell them at a whiff. I really want to visit a field filled with flowers one day. The last time I visited something similar was at Malaysia, some strawberry field where we can pluck strawberries as we wanted and just pay for them later. I was really happy then! We dipped the (already very sweet) strawberries in sugar and had it for supper in the hotel. Strawberry was my favourite fruit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I went for a shoot in the woods. I realised I really like being surrounded by nature. The trees, the leaves, the air. It's so peaceful. calm and enlightening :) But one thing I have not come to accept, the chao mosquitoes. I'm still suffering from the bites. I don't believe that nature lovers can embrace these mosquitoes. I DONT BELIEVE. (Sidenote: I think my blood is really sweet, I clinched abt 13 bites that day.) If I'm going into the woods again... I will definitely bring insect repellent(though I have never been quite convinced that insect repellent works). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of mosquitoes, some guy from NEA came to my house today to check for mozzies, My dad let him in and I met him at the kitchen, I gave him a stare..something like a "wtf-who-are-you-why-are-you-in-my-house-im-watching-you-dont-you-dare-do-anything-if-not-i-will-skin-you-alive-get-out-!-!-!" stare. Surprisingly he seems to have got my message, cause he only checked the kitchen and the toilet and left quickly. Before he left he said, "be careful, there's dengue going around in your nearby blocks". :') so nice of him to warn us right. tsk i instantly regretted but too bad he left alr cannot give him a forgiving smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't really a main point for this blogpost.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way..i think this site's pretty good at their zodiac signs astrology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://zodiac-signs-astrology.com/zodiac-signs/virgo.htm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not a spam ad la. go see if youre interested!&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/8200316535873093472-5955036608861970973?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5955036608861970973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-like-things-that-smells-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5955036608861970973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5955036608861970973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-like-things-that-smells-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6814913748751803348</id><published>2011-08-12T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:09:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it. how reality is all kicking in, that i know i have to freaking go get a job now. i wish people can stop asking me whether im working alr/when are you getting a job/why arent you working. argh stop it i feel like stuffing a lemon into their mouths screaming shut up in their faces. but of course my 理智 tells me to keep my cool and smile it off. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angsty kid here now gna go punch the walls and kick some doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6814913748751803348?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6814913748751803348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6814913748751803348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6814913748751803348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6453696330211017095</id><published>2011-07-27T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:03:35.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMtzlYGGHM8/Ti-39TD90vI/AAAAAAAAA-s/MATDiYjaF2c/s1600/Picture%2B1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMtzlYGGHM8/Ti-39TD90vI/AAAAAAAAA-s/MATDiYjaF2c/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633923922580591346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(unrelated people with tweets that links)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha things like these cracks me up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6453696330211017095?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6453696330211017095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/unrelated-people-with-tweets-that-links.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6453696330211017095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6453696330211017095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/unrelated-people-with-tweets-that-links.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMtzlYGGHM8/Ti-39TD90vI/AAAAAAAAA-s/MATDiYjaF2c/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-8058651593788480254</id><published>2011-07-25T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:44:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's scary how time passes so quickly. In the blink of an eye, we're only left with 2 performances for NDP. *hyperventilates mixed feelings :S :? :) :@ :# :$ :&amp;lt; :D :P :B :|* Just a few months ago, we were still lost, everywhere you see unfamiliar faces. Now, we're pretty tight, having fun feeling comfortable with each other's company. Isn't that really heartwarming? :) I'm just praying that everyone will be able to forge wonderful lasting friendships. It's my first time ever joining a big scale event under SOKA, other than YEP2009&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Youth Expedition Project)&lt;/span&gt; cause that was technically under the school, this will be such a memorable experience, I'm sure. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the end of NDP also marks the start of my job search. As many of you already know, I've been bumming my life off since I've graduated(other than NDP). Not very good, but it wasnt all that bad either. I took it as time to relax, sort out my priorities, figure out my life and spend sometime with myself (which was pretty awesome I must say!) So as the date for me to become a full-time bummer draws closer, I'm starting to get a little worried too. Still kinda lost as to where/what I want to do but as for now, I guess it is best to start preparing my portfolio and resume, regardless of what's my direction. I could really do with a truckload full of advices so if you've anything to offer pleasssssssse talk to me. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just want to shoutout a huge thank you to all my friends and family for being so supportive and a standing pillar, kinda needed all of that really.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-8058651593788480254?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8058651593788480254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-scary-how-time-passes-so-quickly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8058651593788480254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8058651593788480254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-scary-how-time-passes-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5675534469625463217</id><published>2011-07-15T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:28:39.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shop online sometimes, you know those typical blogshops. Most of the time when I make a purchase, I get disappointed like 70% of the time when my items arrive. Either the material suck balls totally untrue to image, or the clothes can't fit me (I don't have a very "regular" sized body like the other girls), or it took so long to arrive at my house I don't like them anymore. The 30% happiness goes to the fail-proof purchases like probably stuff from Body Shop, or atas brands etc. But the thing about atas brands is that you end up paying a lot for shipping so I always end up just shopping at local blogshops. It's been sometime since I've shopped online actually.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then recently(actually just), I was bored so I went online to blogshops hoping to see if there may be something nice to consider buying. But everything/everywhere on these "community pages" blogshops were like a total turn off. They were all screaming in my face or something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 9 out of 10 items are either "Sold Out", "Out Of Stock" or "Join the Waiting List".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY. How shitty is it to enter the shop, see so many pretty dresses/tops and then just realising that there's this unseen rule -can see cannot buy-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the item is out of stock then jolly well get it out of the way? What is the point of putting it there just for show. UNLESS it is on backorders. unless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) For goodness sake, you are doing a business. Does it help if you put things like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Please comment only if you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;truly interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; in purchasing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;don't waste my time and yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What happened to customer servicing? How much time can you waste emailing someone details. So what if that person ends up not buying your item. Too bad for her, thats all. But if everyone becomes such a prick what kind of impression are you setting your "shop" with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thing is almost EVERY blogshop in the whole community is introducing their site this way. If you're so worried about wasting your time then forget about selling things altogether. Turn off max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3) GET SOME DECENT IMAGES/PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR ITEMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How difficult is it to even do that. It is so shitty to see slipshod images, shot in low lighting, I can hardly see the prints/colour or shape of the garment. Put some effort into it, shoot it AT LEAST against a clean plain wall with good natural light. A few angles, close up on details. Of course I wouldn't say it is the best way to capture the garment but at least for blogshops it is good enough. It's so simple!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If only all the blogshops can see these points and make online shopping a happy experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;神经病 also dunno why am I over reacting. Dunno la bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5675534469625463217?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5675534469625463217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-shop-online-sometimes-you-know-those.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5675534469625463217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5675534469625463217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-shop-online-sometimes-you-know-those.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2961010635770570451</id><published>2011-07-12T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:10:45.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;Photography is all about what one sees. If five people see a scene, each one will see it differently. For example, if few people are shown the scene of a swimming pool, one might see the people, some one might see glasses of juices and food kept on the sides, another one might see the blue water and the reflections of the water around, someone might see the minute details, other might see the holistic view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;A photographer wishes to share what he sees by capturing it into an image. So there are no superior or inferior photographers, but only unique photographers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is the pre-requisite for photography, seeing the world with wide open eyes in many different ways from minute to enlarged scenes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;Every photograph clicked by you reflects who ‘you’ are, how ‘you’ see the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;To enhance the power of seeing and to capture a scene, humans have devised a wonder device called ‘Camera’. What I see from my DSLR, I cannot even see with my open eyes. The various lenses of the DSLR further enhance one’s perspective of view. One can see the same scene in so many different ways using various lenses, from macro to telephoto to wide angle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;Finding what equipment to own and learning to use the equipment comes with practice and experimentation. More the experimentation, better one becomes at using the equipment and hence enhancing one’s power of seeing and capturing the scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;When a photographer prints an image of what he saw, using his camera and equipment, there is a real urge in him to share this photograph with people, to let them also enjoy what he enjoyed. Reaching people and sharing one’s work with them is very important for a photographer, not just to earn his living but also to unburden himself of overflowing passion of sharing his world of wonder and awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;One starts somewhere, and slowly gets better in everything: seeing, using equipment and reaching out people. To me photography seems to be an unending journey, where one can always do something new, something better than before, something more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 10px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/8200316535873093472-2961010635770570451?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2961010635770570451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/photography-is-all-about-what-one-sees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2961010635770570451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2961010635770570451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/photography-is-all-about-what-one-sees.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-3939580685764027816</id><published>2011-04-11T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:22:20.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the bottomest of my heart, I sincerely thank every single one of you who took the time down for my school's graduation show. I was touched beyond words, the amount of compliments I received for my works, the power of such encouragements, its enough to last me through a few weeks bouncing with joy. The show was probably the first time in my 3 years of poly life that I have &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; felt this appreciated for my works (by the public). I had a really great time, never too tired from thanking people for drowning me with compliments. Especially when strangers started to throw you compliments as well.... the feeling was amazing, I will never forget this (3) day(s). I had a great time. I hope you guys (who came down) did too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-509hUZfqkmc/TaMABybZmnI/AAAAAAAAA-g/59RUa6nxc0g/s400/217163_10150136631081664_723571663_6145859_6289983_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594315192840854130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3939580685764027816?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3939580685764027816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-bottomest-of-my-heart-i-sincerely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3939580685764027816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3939580685764027816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-bottomest-of-my-heart-i-sincerely.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-509hUZfqkmc/TaMABybZmnI/AAAAAAAAA-g/59RUa6nxc0g/s72-c/217163_10150136631081664_723571663_6145859_6289983_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7170215176973451651</id><published>2011-03-02T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T01:40:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Concern shouldnt be asked from, it should come on its own.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm sometimes I dont even know if i shld compare the amt of care/concern my friends have, or rather whether they know what am i even going through. When my heart is wrenching, when tears are trickling down, should i even bother "telling" someone and ask for concern? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because they keep problems to themselves as well thats why they dont see the need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it that only a bf, a husband can fill this.. void. argh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March is here. It's going to be an arduous month. Please let me continue marching march!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-7170215176973451651?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7170215176973451651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/concern-shouldnt-be-asked-from-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7170215176973451651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7170215176973451651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/concern-shouldnt-be-asked-from-it.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-4288560990923474003</id><published>2011-02-17T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:09:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just sent my publication for printing yesterday afternoon. totally filled with a gush of emotions, excited, scared, relieved, slightly relaxed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha now im just starting to get worried hopefully nothing cocks up and I can get my publication in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things to do in these 7 days to submission. Ganchiong like a chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping the adm-ers this weekend with their photo shoot as well, tmr going for location recee + doc meeting. Monday gta prepare and meet a client in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime I gta prepare everything left for my final submission on Friday including R&amp;amp;D, panel presentation and the photo slideshow. oh shit ballz how to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plan your time chia plan your time!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8200316535873093472-4288560990923474003?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4288560990923474003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-sent-my-publication-for-printing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4288560990923474003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4288560990923474003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-sent-my-publication-for-printing.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6896131810581526011</id><published>2011-02-07T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:13:56.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will never be able to understand why and how the hell can menses affect so much on my body. &lt;div&gt;Both physically and mentally. not one day, not 2 days but at least a week. ccb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whtever it is. im damn pissed off by menses. my tummy has this... unexplainable feeling. it doesnt hurt but its #$%^&amp;amp;* uncomfortable!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh and no point whining about it to anyone cause it happens too often so dear blog im ranting it on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I dreamt that I own a cute puppy, white fur long body. It looks slightly like a maltese but too big to be one. Maybe its a mixed breed. In my dream, I was walking it down my neighbourhood and I was a super caring owner ok! hahaha. Pity why didn't I dream of a bulldog huh. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to own a pet bulldog! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6896131810581526011?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6896131810581526011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-never-be-able-to-understand-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6896131810581526011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6896131810581526011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-never-be-able-to-understand-why.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7472613466797758881</id><published>2011-01-30T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:58:31.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>youre so bloody childish. argh&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pissed off grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-7472613466797758881?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1304004943818599703</id><published>2011-01-27T05:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:48:08.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;too young for love, too old for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;so many things i want to do once i finish FYP&lt;br /&gt;- learning the guitar&lt;br /&gt;- earn money and buy a camera :')&lt;br /&gt;- plan a trip overseas this year, hopefully for 1 to 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;- play mahjong (hehe)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok chiong&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/8200316535873093472-1304004943818599703?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1304004943818599703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-young-for-love-too-old-for-love-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1304004943818599703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1304004943818599703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-young-for-love-too-old-for-love-i.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2309051525889548168</id><published>2011-01-26T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:23:23.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going thru the lousiest/shittiest period i will probably ever face because of school work. unless.. , there are more to come.  :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for 25th feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the brighter side of this land, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've recently picked up a freelance assignment for photography and currently embarking on it. Capturing landscape photography and lighting effects at the Sentosa Broadwalk. Really interesting and I get to enjoy the view. It's so serene and peaceful but when this place officially opens, it's gna be filled with people, and noise. zz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bah&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/8200316535873093472-2309051525889548168?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2309051525889548168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-thru-lousiestshittiest-period-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2309051525889548168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not much time left stress kicking in and its too overwhelming i cant handle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pull me along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-4104073368704854477?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4104073368704854477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/zonedenoz-outuo-its-okay-to-be-slow-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4104073368704854477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4104073368704854477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/zonedenoz-outuo-its-okay-to-be-slow-but.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-3782082725022640793</id><published>2011-01-10T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T01:27:52.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i really hope i have close friends in my photog class. so we can help each other to face out probs, remind each other abt classes, pace ourselves together. discuss concepts, find directions. bitch about fyp and stay up together for the same reason. be there to calm each other when we freak out. cry together when everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no. i dont have the luxury of such mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只好自己来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3782082725022640793?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3782082725022640793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-really-hope-i-have-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3782082725022640793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3782082725022640793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-really-hope-i-have-close.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2526083720183184720</id><published>2011-01-05T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T00:57:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TSNPAaUFLdI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/PrHDjRqDXVM/s1600/Photo%2B314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TSNPAaUFLdI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/PrHDjRqDXVM/s400/Photo%2B314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558373233587465682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUM~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating dinner at 12:30am. Not healthy but shiok. Subway to top it off!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met this super nice guy who works at subway. I think he is from Philippines so he kept calling me "ma'am" with an accent. haha quite funny but adorrrrrable. Anyway he is a bit funny cause I bought this Grilled Chicken sandwich. So while paying we had a little convo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subway Dude:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"$5.50 please, ma'am. If you ate this yesterday its $4.50. You know? Did you come yesterday and eat this? Monday, Grilled Chicken is $4.50 "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Haha Oh. Okay so what's today's special? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subway Dude:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh Tuna. Do you eat Tuna ma'am? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What. I just ate that 2 days ago. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subway Dude:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HAHA. (you're so suey) Okay Thank you see you again. :DDDDD"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Starts skipping away from cash counter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like he started the $4.50 convo just to laugh at me or something. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha. So funny. But it kinda ended my day on a good note. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2526083720183184720?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2526083720183184720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/yum-eating-dinner-at-1230am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2526083720183184720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2526083720183184720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/yum-eating-dinner-at-1230am.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TSNPAaUFLdI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/PrHDjRqDXVM/s72-c/Photo%2B314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-3758871062913383472</id><published>2011-01-01T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:47:02.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DE∆R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;H∆IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TR86sjq4ggI/AAAAAAAAA-A/qB3ETQ39qlY/s1600/dearesthair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TR86sjq4ggI/AAAAAAAAA-A/qB3ETQ39qlY/s400/dearesthair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557225002362241538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TR86sjq4ggI/AAAAAAAAA-A/qB3ETQ39qlY/s1600/dearesthair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TR86sjq4ggI/AAAAAAAAA-A/qB3ETQ39qlY/s1600/dearesthair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TR86tFN3EMI/AAAAAAAAA-I/bt_D42dVUc8/s400/dearhair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557225011367317698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First post of the year dedicated to my hair. It's so long already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secretly can't bear to cut it at all. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gna drag. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over for the New Year Meeting at Soka and chanted for quite abit. Helped out for ushering as well. Hmmmm stepping out of my comfort zone yeah we'll see we'll see.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 is gna be a year with much more challenges.. much more obstacles for myself and my family. some that i know will take place in the earlier part of the year, and perhaps some that will come by along the way. all the way chia! may i be blessed with strength, courage, wisdom and everlasting optimism to overcome these challenges. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3758871062913383472?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3758871062913383472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-hair-first-post-of-year-dedicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3758871062913383472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3758871062913383472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-hair-first-post-of-year-dedicated.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TR86sjq4ggI/AAAAAAAAA-A/qB3ETQ39qlY/s72-c/dearesthair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-4776596659369346047</id><published>2010-12-31T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:45:11.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11:59pm 31st December 2010&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying the last few mins of 2010 at home with my family now. Somehow though there're no big bang hapz countdown at some party or chilling out with friends of that sort, everything feels really peaceful here. One more min to the arrival of 2011.. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;million mixes of emotions gushing through my entire body right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whatever it is.. 2011 will be better isn't it? it will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Everybody. See you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-4776596659369346047?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4776596659369346047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/1158pm-31st-december-2010-enjoying-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4776596659369346047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4776596659369346047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/1158pm-31st-december-2010-enjoying-last.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5149715881815070979</id><published>2010-12-29T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:09:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRoZGIgXuTI/AAAAAAAAA94/B1UZ2_mF8mA/s1600/Photo%2B309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRoZGIgXuTI/AAAAAAAAA94/B1UZ2_mF8mA/s400/Photo%2B309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555780683468093746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;开始做事。&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5149715881815070979?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5149715881815070979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5149715881815070979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5149715881815070979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/go.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRoZGIgXuTI/AAAAAAAAA94/B1UZ2_mF8mA/s72-c/Photo%2B309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2446700381198833599</id><published>2010-12-27T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:41:32.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tr a nsi t i on i n g:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, meet planner 2010. He saved my life (on more than one occassion).  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRhI-gqvq6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/K_skd46gkic/s400/Photo%2B307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555270379119815586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Winner of the busiest month of the year goes to.........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MONTH OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRhI-kb3lDI/AAAAAAAAA9g/lFNQW2WhQ9o/s400/Photo%2B308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555270380131161138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss planner 2010. Think I might get a new one from Muji again. As in the yearly ones. Lourve their clean design. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I bought a weekly planner that can last me for at least 3 mths recently. It's gna be a crazy year end/head again so I better get prepared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRhI-XQ4EOI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Jkmkkzgu5gA/s400/Photo%2B309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555270376595394786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the upcoming things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. DOTC 1 (just passed) /Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. FYP Photoshoots /Dec-Jan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. FYP Mad rush submission /Jan-Feb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Time for Mama /Jan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. CNY!!! /early Feb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. FYP Grad show /Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. DOTC 2 /Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. DOC /Apr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(9. Holiday maybe?/Mar or Apr or May?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These excludes other impromptu activities such as gatherings/meet ups/meetings/preparations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YEEEEAH GO FIGHT WIN YEAH YEAH YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRhQ2rQX9xI/AAAAAAAAA9w/hM2kQQhw3mE/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555279040616068882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2446700381198833599?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2446700381198833599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/tr-nsi-t-i-on-i-n-g-hi-meet-planner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2446700381198833599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2446700381198833599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/tr-nsi-t-i-on-i-n-g-hi-meet-planner.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRhI-gqvq6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/K_skd46gkic/s72-c/Photo%2B307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6895791158850335310</id><published>2010-12-26T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:27:38.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRbRoK2drEI/AAAAAAAAA9I/P1Eemp2S2Xo/s1600/Photo%2B320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRbRoK2drEI/AAAAAAAAA9I/P1Eemp2S2Xo/s320/Photo%2B320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554857678445849666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sunday Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6895791158850335310?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6895791158850335310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6895791158850335310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6895791158850335310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TRbRoK2drEI/AAAAAAAAA9I/P1Eemp2S2Xo/s72-c/Photo%2B320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5521446688221158735</id><published>2010-12-15T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:27:25.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my momma said some things that touched me so much that i couldnt control the tears from rolling down my cheeks. :''''''''''') &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel so blessed. my momma is charging me up and spurring me on. i gotta be strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work on it work on it! i will do well, i must do well!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a darker note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crit went super bad super super bad. not the worse but bad enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually to say the truth, ive expected half the comments the lecturers said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just that when they're being spelt out right smack in your face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its hard to accept, hard to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want money to fall from the sky. please. tyty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will appreciate it very very very very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5521446688221158735?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5521446688221158735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-momma-said-some-things-that-touched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5521446688221158735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5521446688221158735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-momma-said-some-things-that-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1457781155126416174</id><published>2010-12-12T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:54:25.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQOsiqaL1KI/AAAAAAAAA88/9T4P5xlwHuw/s1600/Photo%2B298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQOsiqaL1KI/AAAAAAAAA88/9T4P5xlwHuw/s320/Photo%2B298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549468877350229154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fishtail braids so pwettty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1457781155126416174?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1457781155126416174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/fishtail-braids-so-pwettty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1457781155126416174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1457781155126416174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/fishtail-braids-so-pwettty.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQOsiqaL1KI/AAAAAAAAA88/9T4P5xlwHuw/s72-c/Photo%2B298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-8904475610631578578</id><published>2010-12-09T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:57:23.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Old French Embassy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBrSkVC-lI/AAAAAAAAA8U/2EWge80S_lA/s200/FYP_9146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552707654220370" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBrS_JIQbI/AAAAAAAAA8c/AY_gv1RZX4A/s200/FYP_9151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552714851991986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBrTAMS8FI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9ZZxOS520fU/s1600/FYP_9166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBrTAMS8FI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9ZZxOS520fU/s200/FYP_9166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552715133710418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBrTil0cQI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Rgj72ONG64Y/s200/FYP_9168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552724367569154" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBrT4DWLpI/AAAAAAAAA80/4M1NdvI_Kb8/s200/FYP_9178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548552730128559762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBqZpsl3GI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vpgMIyN1Oeg/s1600/FYP_9187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBqZpsl3GI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vpgMIyN1Oeg/s200/FYP_9187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548551729842609250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy freaky place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to do a location recee at the Woodneuk House near the botanical gardens but as we walked, we kinda overshot the place and ended up here thanks to a good samaritan who gave us a lift. Looks so freaky its the first time ive been to these kinda abandoned place. Anyway the funny thing is.. This place is located up on a hill and when I was done recee-ing the entire place, the sky decided to cry and we got stuck inside the house. We didnt really wanna stay there for long and the sky started to darken so we humji and decided to just chiong down the hill with one umbrella and sought shelter at some security post. Both of us were 3/4 drenched. Haha damn fun yaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i hope the shoot goes well. byez&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/8200316535873093472-8904475610631578578?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8904475610631578578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-french-embassy-crazy-freaky-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8904475610631578578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8904475610631578578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-french-embassy-crazy-freaky-place.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TQBrSkVC-lI/AAAAAAAAA8U/2EWge80S_lA/s72-c/FYP_9146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-3670270240214582280</id><published>2010-12-02T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:15:21.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hate it when i cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bloody piece of vulnerable shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im stronger than that. ive got to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3670270240214582280?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3670270240214582280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/hate-it-when-i-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3670270240214582280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3670270240214582280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/hate-it-when-i-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-4265157340176826175</id><published>2010-11-25T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:12:50.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TO5EZrjo5EI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_1vfPQetu2o/s1600/Photo%2B295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TO5EZrjo5EI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_1vfPQetu2o/s320/Photo%2B295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543443399319282754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should start wearing caps. sounds like a good suggestion to cover up my white hairs thats growing out again. Zzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-4265157340176826175?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4265157340176826175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-i-should-start-wearing-caps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4265157340176826175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4265157340176826175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-i-should-start-wearing-caps.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TO5EZrjo5EI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_1vfPQetu2o/s72-c/Photo%2B295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-8643605419612308506</id><published>2010-11-23T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:34:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOqZxQedzEI/AAAAAAAAA70/h-6aJOaF-LY/s1600/DSC_7721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOqZxQedzEI/AAAAAAAAA70/h-6aJOaF-LY/s320/DSC_7721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542411362948205634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOqZxuyQBuI/AAAAAAAAA78/ahFfmc8reeI/s320/DSC_7724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542411371084252898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i retardedly decided to pack my(stagnant for almost 3 mths except for sleeping and wardrobe purposes/otherwise known as a dumping site) room at 6freakingpm on a S u n d a y when I have a presentation deadline(havent started) on Monday morning 10am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i survived it anyway so all's good. hehe. im here to show off my proud +neat room. even when i sleep, the air seems to be.. so much smoother/fresher. hehe im happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-8643605419612308506?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8643605419612308506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-retardedly-decided-to-pack-mystagnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8643605419612308506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8643605419612308506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-retardedly-decided-to-pack-mystagnant.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOqZxQedzEI/AAAAAAAAA70/h-6aJOaF-LY/s72-c/DSC_7721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5138273893136301327</id><published>2010-11-23T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:10:37.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was great. my day was normal but it felt great. the people were great. everyone was so pleasant. and everyone is so helpful and self-less and forgiving and.. happy. its so surprising yet fuzzy heartwarming at the same time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny how i always have too much hope in humanity and end up disappointed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but today i choose to believe again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt; in humanity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5138273893136301327?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5138273893136301327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-was-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5138273893136301327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5138273893136301327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-4810466797343378518</id><published>2010-11-22T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T06:50:11.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Egg Experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOmflT8fO1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/m3RE0aVRP0Y/s400/DSC_7709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542136279814060882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOmflwcBcHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/eb4qGLPwa2c/s1600/DSC_7711.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOmflwcBcHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/eb4qGLPwa2c/s400/DSC_7711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542136287462518898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOmflT8fO1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/m3RE0aVRP0Y/s1600/DSC_7709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOmfkiUI3WI/AAAAAAAAA7E/dfM8wbtY_zs/s400/DSC_7691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542136266491485538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who was my assistant for the day. Hehe My momma!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucha fun experiment haha i could almost imagine the vampire weekend-ish kinda songs playing throughout. Its actually an assignment Cheeyong gave one week back. Apparently its gna be some "competition" to see who has the most unique Egg Shot. So obviously the topic is "eggs". Actually.. Eggs are pretty interesting. Maybe next time after FYP.....we can do some personal projects/collab. fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway most of the experiments for the egg shot failed. I ended up eating 3 eggs for "teabreak" -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the best shot. Hahahahaa looks damn amatuer. I'm sorry. Natural lighting. Shutter too slow ya. But its okay i guess haha just looks like an old photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOmflPR74QI/AAAAAAAAA7M/jEoT03U-qIE/s1600/Egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOmflPR74QI/AAAAAAAAA7M/jEoT03U-qIE/s400/Egg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542136278561841410" /&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/8200316535873093472-4810466797343378518?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4810466797343378518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/egg-experiment-guess-who-was-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4810466797343378518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4810466797343378518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/egg-experiment-guess-who-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOmflT8fO1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/m3RE0aVRP0Y/s72-c/DSC_7709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1215340526302611134</id><published>2010-11-19T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:23:48.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;嗨，你们好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I 昨天 lao sai 7 times。Today 发烧。&lt;br /&gt;我爸爸 just force 我 to drink 凉茶 because 我对 panadols 敏感。&lt;br /&gt;why 我要 kena fever。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;超几白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why laksa 里面的 hum so 坏蛋!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;KTLAKSA 我要 BOYCOTT 你！！！！！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1215340526302611134?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1215340526302611134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-lao-sai-7-timestoday-just-force-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1215340526302611134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1215340526302611134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-lao-sai-7-timestoday-just-force-to.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5990690305187021064</id><published>2010-11-18T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T02:20:54.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i learnt something new about myself. im a secret act-cuter. HA.&lt;div&gt;when im alone and i feel sad/unhappy, i start to pout unknowingly and.. uncontrollably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive yet to notice if i do it when im outside/with my friends. better not please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol but i think its quite cute. no srsly. as in when im alone. haha. hehe. night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s im gna wear tights to sleep tonight cause the weather is so cold!!! Brr!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s ive been to the toilet 7 times, peeing through my shithole. i dont want to catch stomach fluuuuuu (OMG I JUST POUTED TO MYSELF UNKNOWINGLY AGAIN. EEEEW SRY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5990690305187021064?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5990690305187021064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-learnt-something-new-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5990690305187021064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5990690305187021064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-learnt-something-new-about.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-102559291529496918</id><published>2010-11-17T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:12:38.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;麻&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;将&lt;/span&gt;超&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;好&lt;/span&gt;玩&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;！!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday overnight at amd's house. 1 round, took 7 hours, won 2$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this aftn at kenny's house. 1 round, took 3 hours, won 3.50$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyhow, mahjong is so fun!!! it's like a recreational activity for me now hehe. takes my mind off for a horiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive a super long list of things to do(for fyp) tonight gna be some crazy shito! stay up stay up stay up!!! time to chiong!!!&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/8200316535873093472-102559291529496918?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/102559291529496918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-overnight-at-amds-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/102559291529496918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/102559291529496918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-overnight-at-amds-house.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5059938237451572128</id><published>2010-11-16T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:25:41.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOFsusN84LI/AAAAAAAAA68/EWWk5NlcOiw/s1600/74115_10150297348570277_758445276_15551151_1122205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOFsusN84LI/AAAAAAAAA68/EWWk5NlcOiw/s400/74115_10150297348570277_758445276_15551151_1122205_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539828566041878706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agnes's wedding photoshoot with Jang and Kev! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5059938237451572128?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5059938237451572128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/agness-wedding-photoshoot-with-jang-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5059938237451572128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5059938237451572128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/agness-wedding-photoshoot-with-jang-and.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TOFsusN84LI/AAAAAAAAA68/EWWk5NlcOiw/s72-c/74115_10150297348570277_758445276_15551151_1122205_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-3586307248124263640</id><published>2010-11-16T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:20:16.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi world, everyday we try something new. Today, I tried frog legs for the first time in my e n t i r e life. The experience was..... funkeh. They say it tastes like chicken but no, it tastes alot more.. tough. Overall enjoyment level: 7.5 stars out of 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha apparently they said the cook didnt prepare that dish well. The meat is supposed to be alot more tender. So...... I wouldnt mind eating it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*i wanted to post some photos of a frog/frog legs.. but they look too gross, i couldnt even bear to save the image on my desktop.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3586307248124263640?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3586307248124263640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-world-everyday-we-try-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3586307248124263640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3586307248124263640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-world-everyday-we-try-something-new.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-4493354173542498983</id><published>2010-11-12T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:20:04.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think aBout it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the percentage of truth in each of your friend's statements?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are these just fabricated to sound cool? Are these fabricated to sound interesting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so, why????!!!?? To gain attention?? To BE cool!? To be someone interesting??? To be popular!?? To be someone special?....?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they are really fabricating stories... It is ultimately a good thing or a bad thing??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you one of these guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever.. wonder.... whether... everything that your friend said is true???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm. Whatever it is. Maybe the best action to take is to feign ignorance. Act blur live long. Right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway guys, check this out. :) I shot them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=243604&amp;amp;id=731507971&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My menses this month is making me feel like a ball filled with oil+water. Gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-4493354173542498983?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4493354173542498983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4493354173542498983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4493354173542498983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/think-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5560088584275467949</id><published>2010-11-11T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T13:24:53.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WILL. NEVER GROW TIRED. FROM COMPLAINING. ABOUT. M E N S E S.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheebs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5560088584275467949?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5560088584275467949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5560088584275467949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5560088584275467949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2238087323675500732</id><published>2010-11-10T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T04:11:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TNmn_Xx4VWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cZ79acNjFkU/s1600/IMG00138-20101110-0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TNmn_Xx4VWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cZ79acNjFkU/s400/IMG00138-20101110-0216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641923985560930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just bought a $5 cotton on - furry slippers yesterday to wear at home. Currently snuggling my toes under?over?inside?on?in? it. its damn shiok, makes me hairpee. The marble tiles at home make the floor feel so cold. and i dont even have aircon. -.- its my neighbour from downstairs who is freezing his ceiling=my floor. evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note to self: do not use marble tiles for own home next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TNmn_Xx4VWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cZ79acNjFkU/s1600/IMG00138-20101110-0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TNmn_yX6Y9I/AAAAAAAAA60/GjEWhl-eFc8/s400/IMG00139-20101110-0216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641931124401106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldnt hesitate to take a photo of my desktop. Loving the wallpaper. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I SHOT IT I SHOT IT I SHOT IT SO PROUD OF IT HEHE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know sometimes I dont understand some people. I mean. they dont even realise they are being rude and its not nice. And it makes the receiver unhappy. And its so sad and esp when theyre actually your close friends. grr. And yes, everyday I tell myself I have to be understanding because I have my irritating moments and they are my f r i e n d s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell myself that e v e r y d a y. Wonder when will I explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sleepy and I havent complete/even started on whatever I told myself to do by tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever.. I'm just going to go to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2238087323675500732?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2238087323675500732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-bought-5-cotton-on-furry-slippers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2238087323675500732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2238087323675500732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-bought-5-cotton-on-furry-slippers.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TNmn_Xx4VWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cZ79acNjFkU/s72-c/IMG00138-20101110-0216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-363955593713036833</id><published>2010-11-04T04:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:18:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxZnAFnYKJE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxZnAFnYKJE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is so... soulful... Anyway.. one of the songs im hooked on now.. Love her voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Rachael Yamagata - Reason Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how it might have been&lt;br /&gt;We'd spend out days travelin'&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't understand you&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;But you only wanted me&lt;br /&gt;The way you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will head out alone, hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;And we hang our heads down&lt;br /&gt;As we skip the goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell the world what you want them to hear&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to lose, my dear&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm up for the little white lies&lt;br /&gt;But you and I know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy a magazine searching for your face&lt;br /&gt;From coast to coast, or where ever I find my place&lt;br /&gt;I'll track you on the radio, and&lt;br /&gt;I'll find your list in a different name&lt;br /&gt;But as close as I get to you&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will head out alone, hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;We can pat ourselves on the back&lt;br /&gt;As say that we tried&lt;br /&gt;And if one of us makes it big&lt;br /&gt;We can spill our regrets&lt;br /&gt;And talk about how the love never dies&lt;br /&gt;But you and I know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, you're still there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, you're still there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone, and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, steal the show, and do your best&lt;br /&gt;To cover the tracks that I have left&lt;br /&gt;I wish you well and hope you find&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;The way I might've changed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But you only showed me the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will head out alone, hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;We can pat ourselves on the back&lt;br /&gt;And say that we tried&lt;br /&gt;And if one of us makes it big&lt;br /&gt;We can spill our regrets&lt;br /&gt;And talk about how the love never dies&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, you and I, you and I know the reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-363955593713036833?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/363955593713036833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/her-voice-is-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/363955593713036833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/363955593713036833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/her-voice-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2449950443244705547</id><published>2010-10-27T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:33:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels so terrible to hold all those questions inside. i dont even know what the hell im doing what the hell i want i just cant stop thinking. everyday i try to stop myself from asking or even talking, steering clear of your path. probably thats the best way to let it pass. yeah. hold on a little more. things in school is gna get busy in no time. by then i wont have time to think and everything will finally pass. ohhhhh damn fuck this shit!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too much time on hand is it chia go and start on FYP stupid girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2449950443244705547?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2449950443244705547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-feels-so-terrible-to-hold-all-those.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2449950443244705547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2449950443244705547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-feels-so-terrible-to-hold-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2870249722948847264</id><published>2010-10-27T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:44:27.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really miss the time when I used to be so actively involved in netball. Going for regular training sessions, allowing my body to go through 3 times/week's work out. Though indirect, but it was also training up the mental strength within me. Giving me willpower to overcome all my problems. Sigh. I wish I was still actively involved in sports. Napfa is in 2 days. I'm already prepping myself to fail it so that the disappointment will not kick in. Angry and sad and frustrated all at the same time. Grr. Walao why is Napfa making me feel so depressed. Z.&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/8200316535873093472-2870249722948847264?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2870249722948847264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-really-miss-time-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2870249722948847264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2870249722948847264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-really-miss-time-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6598213510139084287</id><published>2010-10-27T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:46:55.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TMcFvz7KwsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Tltlcr1EduQ/s1600/Photo+302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TMcFvz7KwsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Tltlcr1EduQ/s400/Photo+302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532396986198311618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threaded my brows! Virgin thread hehe. It's super painful though. Beauty over pain. hehe&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8200316535873093472-6598213510139084287?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6598213510139084287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-threaded-my-brows-virgin-thread-hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6598213510139084287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6598213510139084287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-threaded-my-brows-virgin-thread-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TMcFvz7KwsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Tltlcr1EduQ/s72-c/Photo+302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6762719266736764992</id><published>2010-10-26T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T02:21:28.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School officially starts tomorrow, but I'm not very ready to go back school and get started yet. yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;F Y P I F E A R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6762719266736764992?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6762719266736764992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-officially-starts-tomorrow-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6762719266736764992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6762719266736764992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-officially-starts-tomorrow-but.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7315824326130583971</id><published>2010-10-24T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:51:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TMO11mTcwrI/AAAAAAAAA6M/l-8sY15aiSg/s1600/Photo+373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TMO11mTcwrI/AAAAAAAAA6M/l-8sY15aiSg/s320/Photo+373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531464699760919218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TMO11mTcwrI/AAAAAAAAA6M/l-8sY15aiSg/s1600/Photo+373.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, I was heavily influenced to pick these books off the shelves because of the cover. I cannot even emphasize how How HOW important book covers are, esp the spine. Makes me want to read them now. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for Kenneth's 21st Birthday surprise yesterday it was at Pan Pacific Hotel. He looked like he was going to burst from an immense surge of happiness!!! Haha too bad he knocked out after a few shots. Mad people cause he was barely awake for his surprise party. Haha. It was awkward for me cause the party is organised by his secondary school mates so.... Kenny and I just went there to cash in on the hype. But ah, birthday boy's happy! Good enough. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the first 21st birthday celebration I've been to. Hehe so excited for my own 21st birthday already!!! Hehe. Excited for Yingying's one first. Hehehehehee. Okay. Excited. &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/8200316535873093472-7315824326130583971?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7315824326130583971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/once-again-i-was-heavily-influenced-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7315824326130583971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7315824326130583971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/once-again-i-was-heavily-influenced-to.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TMO11mTcwrI/AAAAAAAAA6M/l-8sY15aiSg/s72-c/Photo+373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2026520570521749376</id><published>2010-10-22T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:38:33.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>need to stop being a bitch. hold back girl. hold it back. then we can finally move on and find ourselves. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M OOO O OOOO V E  O N. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my god why is it so difficult. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2026520570521749376?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2026520570521749376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/need-to-stop-being-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2026520570521749376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2026520570521749376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/need-to-stop-being-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6728163543146285554</id><published>2010-10-21T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:42:14.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamt of my grandma last night. She visited my place and my relatives also miraculously appeared. She wanted to take a family portrait with everyone. It was such a crowd. Wish she was still around. :'(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who doesn't know.. My grandma have always stayed at my uncle's place in Johor. She probably only visited our home only once or twice when i was very much younger. Wonder what's the dream trying to signify. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6728163543146285554?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6728163543146285554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dreamt-of-my-grandma-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6728163543146285554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6728163543146285554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dreamt-of-my-grandma-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1759884452218560492</id><published>2010-10-20T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:31:22.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am a contradiction sometimes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; actually. all the time. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1759884452218560492?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1759884452218560492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-contradiction-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1759884452218560492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1759884452218560492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-contradiction-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7111329688808135253</id><published>2010-10-20T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:00:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TL7_RLQ0GNI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sk0HpeiNXd0/s200/IMG00003-20101005-2014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530138063003719890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;HAAAAI!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-7111329688808135253?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7111329688808135253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/haaaai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7111329688808135253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7111329688808135253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/haaaai.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TL7_RLQ0GNI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sk0HpeiNXd0/s72-c/IMG00003-20101005-2014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-600312238493196600</id><published>2010-10-20T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:48:18.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WISH I WAS TALL ENOUGH TO PULL OFF MAXI DRESSES. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehahe i secretly like to see girls who are tall to put on Maxi dresses even though i cant... and i cringe at the sight of short girls trying to pull it off. gross. but okay lor kudos for courage. hahahahahahaayayayayaappaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-600312238493196600?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/600312238493196600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish-i-was-tall-enough-to-pull-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/600312238493196600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/600312238493196600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish-i-was-tall-enough-to-pull-off.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-3829683725914900151</id><published>2010-10-14T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:24:42.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walao sometimes i really dont understand what is the point of having menses. 12 times a year, we, the female species, experience discomfort, water retention, cramps, strange temperament and sometimes inconvenience towards certain issues.. erm. like swimming and other activities.. I HATE IT WHEN I HAVE IT DURING CAMPS. OR GOING ON A TRIP. OR GOING FOR STAYOVERS. Stupid blood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is the point of having menses?? really??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an average female experiences menses at the age of 12 all the way until 55? maybe? 43x12=516 WTF. That's like having menses 516 times altogether. 2580 days??? 61920 hours!!!!!!??!?????!!!! what the hell seriously. all come at one shot lah. get it over and done with. like that also good what then we dont have to worry about menses FOREVER. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY AH WHY HA WHYYYYY HUH!?!?!?!??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oqoehcsmd,jvuwnaldfnalawpfmsdASDHBSAHJDBSAHJBDJHBSAJHDBSAJHBfmnbhjsdbfhaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lame la stupid menses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3829683725914900151?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3829683725914900151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/walao-sometimes-i-really-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3829683725914900151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3829683725914900151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/walao-sometimes-i-really-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-8306967059657799239</id><published>2010-10-10T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:24:20.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop trying when its not meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm just gonna stop searching for now and hopefully things will settle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-8306967059657799239?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8306967059657799239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/please-just-stop-trying-when-its-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8306967059657799239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8306967059657799239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/please-just-stop-trying-when-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7951363933056726520</id><published>2010-10-10T06:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T06:25:24.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so terrible oh my god.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buried is such a mindfuck movie. The entire movie is about a guy trying to get out of the wooden box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its horrible because of all the close up angles, the focus on all his emotions, fear, angst, frustrations, restrictions of movements, his desperateness and most importantly I could literally feel his suffocation. I was literally  w a t c h i n g  him die. Its so horrible. I tried spending the past hour to go to bed but its so scary cause the moment i close my eyes i feel as though im trapped in darkness just like how he felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so terrible trying to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a horrible mindfucking film. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horrible. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now who was the one who told me its a action-thriller. Pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-7951363933056726520?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7951363933056726520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-so-terrible-oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7951363933056726520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7951363933056726520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-so-terrible-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-9140184989100706956</id><published>2010-10-06T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:10:20.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你们说话有伤过人吗？&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;consciously or unconsciously, it hurts equally the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-9140184989100706956?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9140184989100706956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/consciously-or-unconsciously-it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/9140184989100706956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/9140184989100706956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/consciously-or-unconsciously-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-8327526444712082616</id><published>2010-10-06T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:07:39.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;L&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; 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So Jang &amp;amp; Kev did a simple wedding photoshoot for them. It the first time I'm at a wedding shoot! It's SUPER SUPER sweet! I feel infested by ants. Seriously. The happiness brimming on their faces, its totally overflowing. I WANT TO GET MARRIED NOW. HAHAHA TAKE WEDDING PHOTOS THEN DIVORCE HIM. Kidding lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we went up to PINNACLE to shoot as well. That tall furking awesome condominium in Tanjong Pagar. I want to live thereeeee. Check out the view!!!!! Everyday I will be living in Nirvana. Omm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TKH3sCYKySI/AAAAAAAAA5c/B807v4ClShY/s1600/IMG00075-20100927-1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TKH3sCYKySI/AAAAAAAAA5c/B807v4ClShY/s400/IMG00075-20100927-1917.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521966954057484578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TKH3sCYKySI/AAAAAAAAA5c/B807v4ClShY/s1600/IMG00075-20100927-1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Another wedding shoot for boss's friend on 1st oct and dear Agnes's wedding shoot on 2nd oct. I am so damn sure hahaha that Agnes's one is gna be so fun hahahha. I will probably die from diabetes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's shoot was at Marina Bay Sands. Impressive building, impressive lobby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Internship is so fun so exciting. Everyday I'm experiencing new things. At times like these, I really dont want to leave. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-7733906579755792023?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7733906579755792023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-weeks-theme-love-is-in-air-one-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7733906579755792023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7733906579755792023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-weeks-theme-love-is-in-air-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TKH3sCYKySI/AAAAAAAAA5c/B807v4ClShY/s72-c/IMG00075-20100927-1917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7577751663142553913</id><published>2010-09-26T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:16:39.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJ7E0Ay5IuI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OtIwLGRq_QM/s1600/the-bell-jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJ7E0Ay5IuI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OtIwLGRq_QM/s320/the-bell-jar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521066591048508130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrowed this book from the library a few weeks ago and what drew me first to it was the bookcover. it's so pretty and appealing. okay that aside... just wanna share with you guys this short para from the book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone-structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a famous writer Constantin might find me interesting enough to sleep with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The same thing happened over and over:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn't do at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the coloured arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a few chapters away from completing the book, very thought provoking really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-7577751663142553913?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7577751663142553913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-borrowed-this-book-from-library-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7577751663142553913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7577751663142553913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-borrowed-this-book-from-library-few.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJ7E0Ay5IuI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OtIwLGRq_QM/s72-c/the-bell-jar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-3190733934833602503</id><published>2010-09-25T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:42:12.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJziCAvl-HI/AAAAAAAAA5M/1xv1l_jt84U/s1600/HOTMODELYAOOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJziCAvl-HI/AAAAAAAAA5M/1xv1l_jt84U/s320/HOTMODELYAOOO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520535767436621938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHE. One of the better looking maaaale models so far. He is "caolao-ly" good looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;我喜欢。&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/8200316535873093472-3190733934833602503?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3190733934833602503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3190733934833602503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3190733934833602503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJziCAvl-HI/AAAAAAAAA5M/1xv1l_jt84U/s72-c/HOTMODELYAOOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1503671443596392398</id><published>2010-09-20T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T02:05:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAI EVERABADY I'M VERI TIRED TUDAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaaa i went jogging today after the longest time since i last did. 15 mins. and i gave up. im going to fail my napfa test, which is coming in 4 weeks time. fail fail fail fail fail. hahah boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my muscles are already starting to ache. plus i walked the entire day today. my legs are gna break when i wake up tmr yehyyayayayyah&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/8200316535873093472-1503671443596392398?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1503671443596392398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/hai-everabady-im-veri-tired-tuday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1503671443596392398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1503671443596392398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/hai-everabady-im-veri-tired-tuday.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1322657260994711110</id><published>2010-09-18T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:42:04.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJR0p4uBxwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/D0VFApfmIX4/s1600/jh_water_0036_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJR0p4uBxwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/D0VFApfmIX4/s320/jh_water_0036_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518163706384598786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;work was really fun the last 2 days, had my own shoot, got yshihui to come over and help me. had all the time to play around with the lighting and my products. quite shiok hahahaha plus i kept discovering surprises cause my subject was water :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i bet my company is the only one that has a table tennis table. hahahahhaa. i learnt a new style of playing pingpong. not bad ah got improvement whooooho. SIP is ending soon. im feeling sad already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday after work i had plans. super eventful. hahaha birthday month 就是 birthday month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met tanlijin yesterday, supposedly going clarke quay to chill with some beer but last min change to sheeshaaa-ing. haha frankly, i didnt like the scene there. too cool for me ha. but ah well, it was a good light chat with her and chrystak. chrys's momma was at clarke quay so we decided to go over and hitch a ride. so while running to macs @ stamford house to find her momma, we walked past the "clubbing" street. i noob shit, have never been there on clubbing nights. really an eyeopener. its so sad. i saw a few guys all wasted. one was lying on the ground in his own puke, all alone at one corner. one girl was sitting on the ground, with the puke all over herself and the ground, legs spread wide open, totally unconscious. thank god her friends were around. why the hell would they want to get so wasted! sad scene. ive always thought that a reasonable amount of alcohol is fine. but excessive and overdosage is just sick and uncool. gross even. know your limits gurlzx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway im enjoying my saturday aftn (despite my brother's friendS invading my house -.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up in the morning, rolled around in bed, then finally decided to sit up and read a book in bed. covered a few chapters, rolled around a bit more, stood up and went for lunch. good life, good life. quite excited to go out shopping tmr. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a good weekend y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1322657260994711110?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1322657260994711110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/work-was-really-fun-last-2-days-had-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1322657260994711110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1322657260994711110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/work-was-really-fun-last-2-days-had-my.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/TJR0p4uBxwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/D0VFApfmIX4/s72-c/jh_water_0036_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6191804898893110746</id><published>2010-09-17T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:39:10.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OHAI YOYOYO.&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/8200316535873093472-6191804898893110746?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6191804898893110746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohai-yoyoyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6191804898893110746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6191804898893110746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohai-yoyoyo.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1955263326863358646</id><published>2010-09-12T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:19:24.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hardest thing in life.. perhaps... its probably plucking up the courage to face yourself. your own fear, your own emotions, your.. true colours. some people take days, some people take weeks, some take years and even decades to just accept themselves and make a change. but most.. they never get to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long will i take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1955263326863358646?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1909966545630387996</id><published>2010-09-07T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:51:33.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. guess what. im gna cross midnight today with 2 of my sip photographers. gna be so awkwardly funny. not like they will know anyways. i will feel awkwardly funny on my own. hahaa. hope i dont start giggling to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1909966545630387996?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1909966545630387996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1909966545630387996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1909966545630387996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2832309144518999175</id><published>2010-09-06T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:25:28.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing can ever express how much i love the month september. especially when it rains. theres this bittersweet feeling that runs through my body then to the veins into every single cell and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it that im born in september and i get to celebrate my birthday on my favourite month. infact, i want to celebrate everything in september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps in the future, i will find a bf in september(hahaha) and celebrate our anniversary every september(hahahahahaha). his birthday will also be in september(please please please). i will get married in september(on my anniversary hopefully!). go for my honeymoon in september(hehe). then i will give birth to all my children in september.. (means i need to..... ahem in... december?) hehe i love september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love september!!!!!!!! *exclaims*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2832309144518999175?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2832309144518999175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-can-ever-express-how-much-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2832309144518999175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2832309144518999175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-can-ever-express-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5691824187280964808</id><published>2010-07-29T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:18:46.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum's discouraging skeelz are awesome. :(&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Internship started!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Internship.. Internship is really when reality kicks in. That you have sincerely and 100% became a Senior, a Third year, a Final year student. also known as lao jiao. But. I. Am. Not. zzz. It's very scary cause it seems like just yesterday when we just attended orientation camp. But other than that, Internship have been so far so fun! But I'm supaa damn sure there's a lot more to see and experience. Pretty excited but yet nervous at the same time. I like what I am seeing, learning, feeling and of course doing. Need to spend a lot more thinking about what I want, my life in general. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5691824187280964808?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5691824187280964808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-mums-discouraging-skeelz-are-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5691824187280964808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5691824187280964808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-mums-discouraging-skeelz-are-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1220027698057312018</id><published>2010-07-07T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:17:40.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Organising the same event for the second time, to see the improvements, the results and the differences. That has got to be the highlight of my night yesterday. I'm happy that everyone loved it. On the other hand, as I looked at the AY 09/10 committee, all their excited faces and stupid conversations, part of me wished I was there sitting together with them, proud at the new committee running their show, watching the results of our hard labours of love. :') But the other part of me am still glad that I have the chance to join this year's committee and be part of them, making a difference together. Our journey may have just began but the path ahead is going to be like a ride on the bullet train, fast and furious. We will definitely bring DSC to a greater height. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 2 years, I've been running backstage, making sure that everything runs smoothly. I cannot imagine how it would be like next year. Excited already. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all those who came, I hope you enjoyed the show. Thanks for coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all those who played a part in making AGM a success, from the bottomest of my heart, thank you. :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;It's time to full blast on Adcam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1220027698057312018?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1220027698057312018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/organising-same-event-for-second-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1220027698057312018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1220027698057312018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/organising-same-event-for-second-time.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2405730479262202543</id><published>2010-07-04T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:12:45.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love spending my Sundays at home. Today is especially good because momma made fish and chips, with real fresh cut potatoes. looking good and tasting *slurp* amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I think watching football together as a family is very good for bonding. Don't you think so. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World cup fever ending soon! Who will seize the throne this year??? I say Germans will!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2405730479262202543?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2405730479262202543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-spending-my-sundays-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2405730479262202543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2405730479262202543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-spending-my-sundays-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-423177052493524223</id><published>2010-06-28T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:53:12.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-423177052493524223?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/423177052493524223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/honestly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/423177052493524223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/423177052493524223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-257089436037529174</id><published>2010-06-21T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:05:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>probably because i had an easier life, i was at somewhere more carefree.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything seems to be so messy for me right now i wish i can gain the wisdom to sort out my life. i need to hear a voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-257089436037529174?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/257089436037529174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/probably-because-i-had-easier-life-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/257089436037529174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/257089436037529174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/probably-because-i-had-easier-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-539054901379061833</id><published>2010-06-14T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:14:27.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have problems communicating.&lt;div&gt;and i hate to be misunderstood. but recently.. everything just seems to be going haywire. im going crazy. my emotions have gone out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only........&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/8200316535873093472-539054901379061833?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/539054901379061833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-problems-communicating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/539054901379061833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/539054901379061833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-problems-communicating.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1726859070082231607</id><published>2010-06-11T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:32:08.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;我这几天心情不好，最好不要惹我。 脾气非常非常暴躁。 小心一点。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE&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/8200316535873093472-1726859070082231607?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1726859070082231607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1726859070082231607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/1726859070082231607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7375593754611715304</id><published>2010-06-08T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:12:33.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SIAO I SUDDENLY GOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;STEAMBOAT BUFFET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; CRAVING TO THE MAXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SKDMAKSDKJBSAHJVDYTAFD#$%^@&amp;amp;*EJ@NEJ WDASJNDANSDKAS. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anybody who wants to go please ask me okayz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrowed 3 books from the library 2 days ago thinking since holidays have started for me, and I've lesser things on my hands, I might as well pick up some books and improve on my um... knowledge? hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, the weather was so good last night I wanted to read a book till I fall asleep. BUT. The next thing I knew............... I already woke up in bed. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont even remember bringing out the book to read. NO. I dont even remember WALKING into my room. what the hell. im suspecting that i sleptwalked last night. that quite cool right. but scary leh. what if the next time i sleepwalk to the window ledge and jump off! wtfggballz my life is ruined. ... by sleep walking. -.- or what if  i sleepwalk to kill my parents in their sleep!?!? wthggballlzlzzlzlz. MURDERER. what if i sleepwalked and got out of the house and got lost like in the woods. nobody will find me ever. hm.... maybe when i wake up there will be some hamsum unknown guy to save me then we'll be married happily ever after. hahaa okay this one not so bad. keke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched Killers with chrystak, wyncy and amanda last night. it was awesome, not the movie but in general. hahahahaha seriously brainless humour, and brainlessly lousy plot which i guess added on to the humour factor. but for $7.50 it was (Y). and good company! super last min but still shiok. stupid wyncy dunno why so angsty mama. amanda's mouth CANNOT close during the movie. she's like a live commentator RIGHT BESIDE MY EARS. -.- (im never gonna sit beside you again during moviesssss) chrystak was just koooool as usual, um just burping at awkward scenes during the movie, thats all.  :) good way to kick start my "holidays" and good way to shoo away the monday blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday when i go online, i will open gmail and check my mail looking forward to a reply. but not much luck. I'm gonna die from anxiety. k kidddding not die but maybe just fainting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIP company have yet given me a reply whether they will accept me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm frankly a little bit worried. please please pleaseeeee accept me. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up feeling violet today. :) How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-7375593754611715304?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7375593754611715304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/siao-i-suddenly-got-steamboat-buffet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7375593754611715304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7375593754611715304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/siao-i-suddenly-got-steamboat-buffet.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6261308086519295738</id><published>2010-06-07T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:39:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my very raw attempt at doing a stop motion vid. if you know eric sim, be prepared to watch him at a good 3min cause he is my model. heheh. comments are welcomed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lOEUbwLJtv8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOEUbwLJtv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOEUbwLJtv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6261308086519295738?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6261308086519295738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-very-raw-attempt-at-doing-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6261308086519295738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6261308086519295738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-very-raw-attempt-at-doing-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-4617867582943389145</id><published>2010-06-06T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:51:52.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans have a million emotions but they probably only managed to express half of that. sometimes, you just feel so greatly about "something" that there is really no word that can describe. when faced with that scenario, i usually just keep it to myself and shut up. cause no one understands and just myself is good enough. (and sometimes its my lack of vocab keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I dont know why i had this unknown surge of blogging atoms shaking my body so here I am picking a random topic to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know of the different days where you have many random quirky thoughts that some to you head. i bet everyone has them just that it happens so often that you hardly even took much notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish i can be forever 9yrs old. an age that has a premature mind so nobody has the heart to fault me, for whatever mistakes. i miss sitting on the back of my momma's bike, my face hitting against the wind while she cycles me home. :') memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish i was still studying in school (meaning primary and secondary). I just miss studying blindly. there was nothing to think about. my goal was just to do well and being so innocent, that was ALL i ever aimed for. while now? i HAVE to be independent, taking charge of my own life, planning my future. T.T the tortures of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i want to grow older asap. so i can buy my own house, renovate and do my own home decor with my husssband. BUY A CAR oh my god so impt. make my parents proud and have my own company.  have a few children, watch them grow, scold them pamper them. watch my elder son taking care and protecting his little sister or vice versa. :') so sweet! teach my children how to ride a bicycle, bring them to the beach and the movies. :') oh and have a million family portraits to be hung around the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i want to be a free and easy traveler with plentiful cash. i want to go around the world, sight seeing, meeting people, experiencing life and their customs, taking nice photos because i want to not because i need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i want to be rebellious and smoke but ive yet to try a stick at this age. the burning curiosity within me is about to further explode. but im very turned off by the smell. imagine your lover kissing you after you just had some puffies. gross out shit. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i cant wait to fall in love (esp after watching love movies). to fall deeply and madly in love. someone who can make me sit down, bake cookies and fold little stars just for him. someone whom i can click off immediate and gives off that magical spark! whoo. just by talking about it makes me so excited. someone whom i want to live the rest of my life with, someone who is willingly to give me his all and that someone who is able to make me give him my everything.. not much luck at 19th! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are closing already! to be continued!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-4617867582943389145?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4617867582943389145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/emotions-humans-have-million-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4617867582943389145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4617867582943389145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/emotions-humans-have-million-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-115229346738846929</id><published>2010-05-16T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:34:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was shioook. our expedition teammates drove us over to malaysia to have like this really sumptuous meal that was already considerably cheap. but our gorgors and jiejies absorbed our share once again. so paiseh but i cheap thrill. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;going overseas with them again just brought back a million memories from China. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, they brought us over to shop for abit before dinner so it was quite a good break away from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why man but this entire block, i hardly had time to surf the internet (other than fb). feel so shiok to have the entire weekend free to chill out and spend time with myself and my family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean up room&lt;br /&gt;Sort music library&lt;br /&gt;Pack up online portfolio+choose photos to print for hard copy&lt;br /&gt;Watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;Surf the net&lt;br /&gt;Sleep early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-115229346738846929?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115229346738846929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-was-shioook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/115229346738846929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/115229346738846929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-was-shioook.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2568740805699261847</id><published>2010-05-15T04:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T04:49:55.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is specially dedicated to those who are worried, concerned or confused over my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made my decision to once again run for Design Studies Club, this time its AY10/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't an easy, took me quite a long time before i made my decision. In fact, I made my decision only on the last day of registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were many reasons that led me to this decision, I am sure I don't have to mention how much DSC can help me improve as a being or how much I can contribute to the school but as for my main (personal) reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may think its a stupid decision made especially when its my third year, studies is more important yadayada. Yes I have considered all these points but I am willingly to take up this challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me, in life, there may be a lot more things for us to handle in the future, especially when we get out into the working society, meeting and get to know even more people. Which I absolutely have to agree and this influenced my decision a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people asked me to concentrate on my studies but to me.. Even if I managed to get good grades, I wouldn't be happy. Because that would just mean proving everyone else right, proving that it was DSC that burdened me. I dare to take up this risk because I know it wasn't DSC that burdened me. Neither was it anything else. It was me. I don't want to let go of this last chance to show myself I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee a lot of independence, self-control and also time management. It is not going to be easy or smooth sailing but I am ready to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lend me your support and share the love my dear friends cause that's really all I need. My deepest heartfelt thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Chia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2568740805699261847?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2568740805699261847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-post-is-specially-dedicated-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2568740805699261847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2568740805699261847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-post-is-specially-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-8967606565437067870</id><published>2010-05-04T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:51:47.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am.......... upset.  for the whole of today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sucks to start the day off badly, and then topping it off by taking a cab to school without knowing theres no class, freaked out cause i couldnt find a card reader and then just feeling lost about activities but kept getting bombarded by questions and feeling the blame, no job delegated so just filled with unknowns and hope things will go smooth. i wouldnt call it a full success, i would have wanted things to be much better but it doesnt matter now everything is over and people enjoyed themselves. thats all that matters. i guess. at least to the guests. now im back home, just feeling unhappy. hm. maybe could be due to the lack of dinner. (no i didnt skip it on purpose) perhaps im not big-hearted enough but im just not about ready to care about any of these things. at the moment. oh on a cheerier note, im happy to see the seniors back agn, all of them. not too used to calling them grads, yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh sometimes im appalled at how people, naturally (or should i say unknowingly) pushes the blame on many other things to cover up for their own incompetence/faults/mistakes or what nots. sometimes even to an extent that can turn out ugly. well me including. no pin pointing here but just a reflection over sometime. its just sad cause nothing can even be done. humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could it possibly all for the sake of face and reputation? afraid of judgement from the crowd? i dont know. but its disgusting. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a way to spend the monday. and im staying up to do some sketches drawings for my darling textman (textile manipulation).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good job chia, have a great week. you guys too :)&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/8200316535873093472-8967606565437067870?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8967606565437067870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8967606565437067870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8967606565437067870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-4912951358040254583</id><published>2010-05-03T07:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:43:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate days where i always plan to do certain things and i end up not completing them, sometimes not even starting on them because i fell asleep. -.- i dont even know whether i did it willingly or unwillingly i just fell asleep and wake up the next day right at the time when i need to start preparing for school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;congratulations chia, you have nothing done for school. good job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-4912951358040254583?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4912951358040254583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-days-where-i-always-plan-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4912951358040254583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/4912951358040254583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-days-where-i-always-plan-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2847771316143855719</id><published>2010-05-03T00:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:08:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am going to cut some fats. um. please dont take me too literally.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walau these feel days ah ive been feeling so heavy (think whale with a blowhole thats not working), and im getting quite tired of it. im suspecting half of the weariness and fatigue i feel everyday is because of the fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just in a dilemma. i love rice. and i love potatoes. i cannot live without them. i need to find a diet that will not deprive me of them. kbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2847771316143855719?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2847771316143855719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-going-to-cut-some-fats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2847771316143855719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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a coin and flipped it. if head go ws if tail go home. and so the result was head. without any hesitation i started strolling to ws and i unknowingly led myself to fairprice, dragged my feet and felt like i was a one big rock scanning through the shelves and picking random things to buy. then i took a long stroll home. all this time, i never really thought about anything. practically nothing went through my head, i just blanked out. even when i reach home, i was still in a daze. i felt really heavy. i felt like a whale with a blowhole that is not working. yes a whale. then while surfing facebook, i suddenly heaved a sigh and started tearing. i dont know why. and then i felt better. i have no conclusion to this. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-744333376238691615?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-711378574914134373</id><published>2010-05-01T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:11:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she has gone off to heaven, rest in peace beautiful girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;though you left at such a young age, i believe many have felt your love no matter how brief the encounter or how short the duration. sure it hurts to see the departure of such a wonderful girl, filled with talent and a heart of love but im very sure you will always live in us, your spirit lives on. hope you know you didnt leave this place in vain, youve influenced the lives of many, changing this world into a much better place though i wished it didnt have to be this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;melissa, may you lead an even better afterlife, do continue spreading your love, cheerfulness and bubbly self. dont look back, dont worry because im sure god will look after all of us. and we know you will be in good hands. we will miss you melissa, have a safe trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart goes out to her family and friends. please take care.&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/8200316535873093472-711378574914134373?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/711378574914134373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-has-gone-off-to-heaven-rest-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/711378574914134373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/711378574914134373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-has-gone-off-to-heaven-rest-in.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7889552332180405926</id><published>2010-04-29T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T02:24:36.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'll pray for you. rest in peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-7889552332180405926?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7889552332180405926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-pray-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7889552332180405926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7889552332180405926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-pray-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6802803811917942153</id><published>2010-04-07T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:49:47.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im painting my room tmr. kenny and denise are gonna come and help me. highly excited about it. i cannot remember the last time i re-arranged/painted my room. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if im not wrong, when i was really young, i used to share a room with my brother. there was an extra room so my mum rented it out. but then our tenant left and at that same time i grew up so i get the room to myself. but my dad last painted the room when the tenant was around so technically... ive NEVER painted my own room. thus, i am highly highly very very excited about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i slightly shy though cause my room is in a ginormous mess. you know its not only the mess. its the result of the messES. its like cause i hardly pack my room, and I REALLY MEAN HAAAARDLY, all my stuffs are just stacked one over the other at various corners. under the table, under the bed, on top of the wardrobe, in the cupboards, floor, chairs. :\ you can probably find plentiful of dust clouds and PROBABLY insects. dead or alive idk. hehehee. if they accept me for who i am, our friendship is gonna transcend into another level. a level of pure acceptance. but if they dont......... also okay lah, either way im still gonna get judged for life. but its okay to be judged by them cause they are my fwens. aiyah but lets look on the bright side. my room is gonna be cleaner, neater and prettier! loveeeeely. exxxxcited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, im gna go do some furniture planning, logistic list of painting equiptments and um... catch some good sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6802803811917942153?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6802803811917942153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-painting-my-room-tmr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6802803811917942153'/><link rel='self' 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no um.. life. but isnt the no life part that makes up the picture? feels good not to have a life o&lt;i&gt;ccasionally&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(feeling guilty though, screwed up my only chance to take photos for portfolio. but wtv heck it,&lt;i&gt; for now&lt;/i&gt;. hekheh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am secretly excited for design camp, but i dont want it to be here yet because that means school is reopening. :\ im not ready to give up my hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8200316535873093472-5681691760191604764?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1475247359566673333</id><published>2010-04-06T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:47:09.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;awkward situations :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 bumped into a secondary sch senior who once told me i had bad breath(in the morn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- chatted with him on the train for a good 25 mins feeling highly conscious abt my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 walked the wrong way and ended up highly sweaty, emitting heat at the l'oreal academy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- first sentence i said to the hairdresser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "Hi. (awkward silence) 我很 sweaty." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(WHAT THE HELL RIGHT WHY DID I SPEAK CHINESE ALL OF A SUDDEN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "(awkward smile) I'm Dylan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(awkward stares for i think 3s. I SWEAR IT FELT MORE THAN 3s!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: " we need to let your hair cool down. (awkward, went to grab a hair dryer to blow my hair in an attempt to cool it down)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: awkward. turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot decide whether i like to go hair dressing. you know i always find it really difficult to decide where to place my eyes(and hands). i almost NEVER makes up my mind. lets say if i gotta stay there still for 15 mins, the ENTIRE 15 mins, you will see my eyes fleeting around. (sometimes i play with my facial expression but i sacred other people see so usually i will screen the hair dresser. hhehe) my hair dresser is a man, i secretly am doubtful of his sexual orientation but thats not the point. he has like badly overworked-at-the-gym back arms. but he was really good at dying my hair. fast, smooth, experienced. only thing is... he is very um, unfriendly. for almost 2hrs over, we probably only crossed 15 words. (includes: wash hair, choose colour) AwKwArD right. -.- i like friendly hairdressers who starts conversations. not those who keeps on talking about your hair lah. BUT TOO BAD LAH I HAD TO LIVE WITH IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, im quite satisfied with my hair, other than him blowing dry my hair to center parting. no more white hair byebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebye. too bad no photos. meet me in real life lah. (p.s. its in mahogany brown)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 had to see a couple lovey dovey while talking to suisui @ sakae sushi eating buffet. like the sushi is not enough to make me puke. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we ate soooooo much leh. 28 plates altogether. not bad ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate awkward situations but i secretly like awkward situations. awkwardness balances out everything else that is too smooth in your life. i cannot imagine a life without any awkwardness. hehe. im so tired. im going to sleep goodnight eberyboday. zpgy going play lan tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1475247359566673333?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-530642232284051125</id><published>2010-04-05T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:09:48.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i get to sleep early and wake up late. and i love it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i amazingly chanted for more than 1 and a half hours yesterday. feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to l'oreal (finally) to get my hair dyed. its free and professionally done. pretty excited about it. the other time it was cancelled cause apparently the hairdresser didnt turn up. :\ dont know if i will still get to choose what colour i wanna dye. kbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-get-to-sleep-early-and-wake-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-1359974899698687003</id><published>2010-04-04T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:21:34.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be frank, things havent been all smooth sailing for the past 6 mths. dealt with illness and death of my loved ones, stressing myself out from school and seeking for an unknown answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone once told me, "everything happens for a reason. and we always learn something from it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but here though my blog is pretty dead, i want to thank those people who have helped tide me through this phase. it was a tough one, but im glad it passed.i want to name the names, but im scared that i might leave people out. :\ so i better not. you guys know who you are, i hope you know youre appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the semester long break is finally here. nobody knows how much ive yearned for it to come. before we all know it, theres only 2 weeks left. final week is dedicated to Design Orientation Camp while the second last was initially dedicated to Freshmen Orientation. but, after much consideration.. ive decided to leave the freshmen camp. hopefully it was a right decision and i can put this free week into good use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive a million things i want to complete during this holiday but as i watch the days go by..... nothing have yet been done. :| need to go for some self reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-1359974899698687003?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1359974899698687003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>one week of nothing but ip. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3544558857252920954?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3544558857252920954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-week-of-nothing-but-ip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3544558857252920954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3544558857252920954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-week-of-nothing-but-ip.html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3811268851791627936?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3811268851791627936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-million-times-i-open-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3811268851791627936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3811268851791627936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-million-times-i-open-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7210133649024733876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7210133649024733876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-all-d.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-5069198992764426486</id><published>2009-12-11T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:55:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actions really speaks louder than words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words really don't matter much to me anymore. Been let down much too many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw promises lah. You can say sorry, I can say it's okay. But deep down, when a promise has been broken, your credibility will never be the same again. Believe I've been there too. Screw promises lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just don't give me bullshit cause it make things worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life hasn't been all smooth sailing. Too much have been happening this year. Too much for me to handle. I feel like I'm about to crumble and no one is gonna catch me when I'm going down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need some personal time to breathe and think. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to set my life straight again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-5069198992764426486?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5069198992764426486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/actions-really-speaks-louder-than-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5069198992764426486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/5069198992764426486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/actions-really-speaks-louder-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-3306522214557634099</id><published>2009-12-09T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:25:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stay strong Jiahui. Stay strong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has gone to a better place, away from all sufferings and pain. I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;外婆，byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-3306522214557634099?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3306522214557634099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/stay-strong-jiahui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3306522214557634099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/3306522214557634099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/stay-strong-jiahui.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-8597421164345142351</id><published>2009-11-30T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:08:30.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/SxKqQ6qU-yI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uGlnht1IW1g/s1600/Photo+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/SxKqQ6qU-yI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uGlnht1IW1g/s400/Photo+331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409573310026808098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hot milo, stolen pillow from china airline, pen, paper @ 1:07am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-8597421164345142351?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8597421164345142351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-milo-stolen-pillow-from-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8597421164345142351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/8597421164345142351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-milo-stolen-pillow-from-china.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/SxKqQ6qU-yI/AAAAAAAAA4w/uGlnht1IW1g/s72-c/Photo+331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6927814227662166766</id><published>2009-11-03T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:48:29.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;negativity kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6927814227662166766?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6927814227662166766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/negativity-kills-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6927814227662166766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6927814227662166766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/negativity-kills-me.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-2627998270106022483</id><published>2009-10-28T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:02:21.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;CHIA IS BACCCCCK FROM CHINA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;China was such a fulfilling and enriching trip. I am learning to appreciate life a lot more. Much more. Anyway, if any of you guys thought I went there to enjoy... you're wrong. Maybe not entirely cause I DID enjoy myself, but probably not in your terms. Life was hard over there, getting used to the living conditions, food, temperature and.. people. Trust me, Chinese, they are easy to talk to, easy to communicate, but you will never know what is the true meaning of their speech. But, there are really nice people. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss ZPGY so much I swear. There were so many times when I really needed people to talk to and wished they were here with me. :( Loved their gift that they give. Damn chweet leh! I had a letter to look forward to everyday and sometimes I open 2 at a time like for example, on 22nd October 12am, I'll open 21st October's and 22nd October's. Hahhaa gerrit. And they have like really funny gifts. Especially the sticky cotton ear buds. I was totally feeling the ear wax running around in my ear and tickling me. Hhahahaaa I think we got chemistry. Hehe. And it secretly feels quite shuang to see the jealousy in other people's eyes. hahah but not like they care that much lah. They've been there done that haha. BUT STILL YOU GET IT RIGHT. I HAVE LOVELY FRIENDS, WE ALL KNOW IT. And that's all I need. :) Felt damn bad that I couldn't get any gifts for them. :( 对不起&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life kinda feels weird to be back in Singapore. After 2 weeks without any forms of technology/communication with the outside world, especially Singapore, I had no idea what the hell was going on and its damn difficult to fit back into school. I only had 1 chance to use the net, and it was to check for my class timetable haaa. I secretly sneaked into msn and chatted a little with ying and eric. Feels so good to have someone else living in Singapore to talk to other than the fellow 20 YEP mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finally feeling the jitters of returning back to school, something that all my other schoolmates have probably overcome since school have already started more than 1 week. :( And it doesn't help that I had to go to school with a swollen face&amp;amp;eyes (I'll explain that next time) and a really bad cough looking and feeling damn cui. Plus, when I first stepped into class, there wasn't even the full class around, everyone was busy with their own things, own shoots, fiddling with the cameras and consulting CY. Not to mention all these happened in a new studio. Surreal to the maximum. Oh my mama leh. This is so bad. It's gonna be damn difficult to fit in. Bad bad bad. Aye, thank goodness for Carmelle and Susanna who are around for meeeee! SO gonna bug them all the way haha. :) I need to do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my mum so much. Haha. I sound like a mummy's girl and I don't deny it ok. But its all because I haven't seen her at all since I'm back cause she went over to gentings, she should be returning home tonight. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there has been so many mishaps going on since I came back. Things like my Aunt losing her Malaysian Passport in Singapore (damn jialat) and things like my uncle who just passed away from sleeping. :( Sad news but oh well. Life still goes on and I must get back on track with Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The internet at home is not working, and I have no idea how to fix it. My brother is away at Australia for 2 mother long months. So. it's quite ggballs. I'm tapping on someone else's Internet, well thanks if you ever see this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright that's about all for now, I'm quite excited to share with all of you about China but it's gonna take eons to finish so, obviously not now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner time, I'm famished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-2627998270106022483?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2627998270106022483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/chia-is-baccccck-from-china-d-china-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2627998270106022483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/2627998270106022483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/chia-is-baccccck-from-china-d-china-was.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-6068373489083465212</id><published>2009-10-10T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:41:18.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye Singaaaaapore! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helluha Chinaaaa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will miss all of you seeeeeeeee you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-6068373489083465212?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6068373489083465212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-singaaaaapore-d-helluha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6068373489083465212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/6068373489083465212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-singaaaaapore-d-helluha.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7027107735582848773</id><published>2009-10-04T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:05:50.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/SsgfYz1vnxI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Q5HY0SYnmqo/s1600-h/Picture+45.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/SsgfYz1vnxI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Q5HY0SYnmqo/s400/Picture+45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388591465241747218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming it's coming it's coming! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, because I'm gonna be so busy the next week, I think I hardly got time to go out shopping for newipod's clothes. So...... when I was at Daiso's yesterday..... I desperately bought this Hello Kitty Pouch that can contain(at least basic protection for) my Ipod. I think I will get judged quite badly but eh. It's like only 2 dollars, what more do you expect right. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YESTERDAY RIGHT, I WORKED FOR ONLY ONE PATHETIC HOUR LEH. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My job was to help Newcastle graduates to put on their graduation gown. And there were only 20+ of them. I only managed to help 4 to pin their gowns. My work started at 9 and ended at 10. WHAT IS THIS RIGHT. I woke up so early just to work for 1 hr. (Y) Geksai lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pay is not even enough to cover my traveling expenses for the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The IAD students are flying off to Japan tonight! So excited for them! Gotta go and send them off later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye. I NEED TO FINISH THE YEP BOOKLET BY TODAY. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NEEEEEEEEED.&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/8200316535873093472-7027107735582848773?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7027107735582848773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-coming-its-coming-its-coming-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7027107735582848773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7027107735582848773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-coming-its-coming-its-coming-d.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKP_j1DfQQU/SsgfYz1vnxI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Q5HY0SYnmqo/s72-c/Picture+45.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-7347086458775000789</id><published>2009-10-01T22:23:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:28:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Today I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Today I...&lt;/span&gt; Went to draw blood for the first time. Bloody leh.. Literally. Scary. Totally saw the needle poking into my veins and felt the suction of my blood. Half a test tube leh.. K slightly lesser. But still. Anyway, I will get to know what is my blood group in 2 days time. Excited much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS ENTIRE 18 YEARS OF MY LIFE, I AM FRIGGING GOING TO KNOW WHAT IS MY BLOOOOOOOD GROUPPP!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Today I...&lt;/span&gt; Got my results for the previous semester. Quite disappointing. Expected my results to drop lah but when you really see it then like warao, big sigh geksai ttm. But what to do. Stupid leh. I got my first D from Packaging. Quite sad cause I really did put in effort leh. And that is the module with the least sleepable nights(module was taken tgt with prepress). :( Oh wells. Next on the list is Advertising, a C. Actually this one I really nothing to say. I was, frankly speaking, struggling from this module. This one really cannot make it. Others like ~ loh. Ah wells. What to do, what's done is done, what's out is out. On a happier note, I got an A for studio lighting. I know right. I should totally strive and work doubly, or make it triply hard and really do well for photography. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;COME ON JIAHUI WHOOHO. YOU CAN DO IT. I BELIEVE IN YOU WHOOOOHO. I WILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Today I..&lt;/span&gt;. Won TOTO for the first time. (It's only the second time I bought TOTO btw.) Happening leh ah me. Win TOTO leh. Not much only 30 bucks but shiok already. 50c to 30bucks what more you want right. :D (AT LEAST IT CHEERED ME UP A LITTLE FROM THE STUPID RESULTS) I AM &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;TOTALLY GONNA GO AND REDEMM MY 30BUCKS TMR! :D Awesome (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Today I...&lt;/span&gt; FINALLY PERSUADED MY MUM TO BUY ME AN IPOD CLASSSSSIC (120gb, refurbished). CHEERIOS. (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, let's get the YEP handbook assembled. Okay go! (I am grinning from ear to ear hehe)&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/8200316535873093472-7347086458775000789?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7347086458775000789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-today-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7347086458775000789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/7347086458775000789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-529482144713278314</id><published>2009-09-28T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:40:07.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I lost my gold(real gold) star ear stud. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-529482144713278314?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/529482144713278314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lost-my-goldreal-gold-star-ear-stud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/529482144713278314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/529482144713278314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lost-my-goldreal-gold-star-ear-stud.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200316535873093472.post-537429825448722968</id><published>2009-09-27T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:36:06.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first time I went Marina Barrage, and it was at 3plus in the morning. I love it. :) The entire place looks so good, the architecture is damn zai, one of the chio-er ones in Singapore I must say. Got feel leh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note to self: bring future boyf (whoever it is) and romantic tgt at 3am next time. but must have driving license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200316535873093472-537429825448722968?l=chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/537429825448722968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-was-first-time-i-went-marina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/537429825448722968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200316535873093472/posts/default/537429825448722968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-was-first-time-i-went-marina.html' title=''/><author><name>scarlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13251040176314098897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
