<?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-19456646</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:37:13.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY YOU! 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Looks like I'd still prefer schooling to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening Boyfriend Chua and I went to Sab's house again to take pictures of real diamond jewellery. While I was detaching a bracelet, I thought I'd almost had it break into half! Whew, just when I flipped the price tag over, $$$CHING CHING CHING$$$, I could have been forced to pay up $9,000 over! Sheesh, what expensive babies we were entrusted to to handle. Chua's taking really really nice pictures of these diamonds, getting very professional. So proud of his *ahem**cough* talent. Hope Sab's happy with them. Worth every cent. Good money. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will post a picture of his work once I get em'!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7395939803990755694?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7395939803990755694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7395939803990755694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7395939803990755694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7395939803990755694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/10/diamonds-are-girls-best-friend.html' title='diamonds are a girl&apos;s best friend.'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-466101446672933536</id><published>2009-10-18T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:59:10.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think one of the best times I enjoy being with my family would be when we open durian shells in front of the television, and savour the yellow flesh of the seeded fruit...mmmmm.. finger licking good! And my dad taught me an ingenious method to get rid of the durian smell off your hands, without using any soap! Wash your hands with running water through the thorns of the durian shell. Try it! It really works somehow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-466101446672933536?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/466101446672933536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=466101446672933536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/466101446672933536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/466101446672933536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-one-of-best-times-i-enjoy-being.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1201070672426442120</id><published>2009-09-09T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:10:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIBERATED! I can now quit complaining, and I am damn thankful for being away from some two-faced monster. Just be mindful of who you'd decide to stick with. Being back in Singapore just feels soooooooooooooooooo good mun, where I'd be back in action for some bitching sessions and gossip girl rants. Wheeeeeee! Buttttttt, two and a half months in Hong Kong already breezed passed just like that, I'm already missing Hong Kong many many, and some of the friends I've made there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks after being back from Hong Kong, I'd be flying again to Sweden! Damn, I feel high and mightyly rich able to travel so frequently, but the fact is, I'm not that wealthy! Will be going to Sweden with Dad and Weijie for 2 weeks, to visit dear Sis, Dan, the in-laws, and of course my baby nephew Caelan! Aside to the Bergen trip (Norway) that we had incorporated into our itinery, we'll be travelling up to Stockholm and back to Uppsala during our stay there. AWESOME WEATHER AWESOME SCENERY AWESOME HERITAGE and maybe AWESOME SHOPPING, HERE I COME! Can't wait, and am aniticipating for this trip to quickly move forward! Just 3 more days! HEEHEEHEE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1201070672426442120?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1201070672426442120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1201070672426442120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1201070672426442120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1201070672426442120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/09/liberated-i-can-now-quit-complaining.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6290776496556631442</id><published>2009-08-22T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:38:08.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In just a snap of time, we are back on this sunny island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong will always remain as my second home, with memories close to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-6290776496556631442?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/6290776496556631442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=6290776496556631442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6290776496556631442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6290776496556631442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-just-snap-of-time-we-are-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-3117149414653539106</id><published>2009-08-01T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:29:37.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD VIDEO. MUST WATCH!</title><content type='html'>OMG I'm super amused by this video of two Korean girls. HILARIOUS MAN! Check out their dance moves man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijoH6Jm30cE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijoH6Jm30cE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/19456646-3117149414653539106?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/3117149414653539106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=3117149414653539106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/3117149414653539106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/3117149414653539106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-video-must-watch.html' title='GOOD VIDEO. MUST WATCH!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2337173382935351163</id><published>2009-07-30T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:21:57.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the saying goes, " There's no free lunch in this world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SURE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Hung Kai Property's Headquarters provides lunch for all staff in a Ting Kat manner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2337173382935351163?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2337173382935351163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2337173382935351163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2337173382935351163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2337173382935351163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-saying-goes-theres-no-free-lunch-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-145436092492707759</id><published>2009-07-19T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:16:22.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Typhoon signal no. 8 hoisted! Strong winds and heavy downpour, wanna experience it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EEbrAA50EI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EEbrAA50EI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/19456646-145436092492707759?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/145436092492707759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=145436092492707759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/145436092492707759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/145436092492707759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/07/typhoon-signal-no.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-218760246705870931</id><published>2009-07-05T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:20:14.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 1 pm today! So we spent the Sunday just walking around the neighbourhood. Our initial plan was to watch movies, but..Movies here costs a bomb! Just to sit in the cinema theatre and watch a bigger screen costs you HKD 95, that is near SGD 20 per ticket! Oh man! We walked around Times Square, and we are soooo waiting for the 70% sale at ZARA! I super love the City!Super department where they have all the nice and interesting stuff. Their supermarket = Thumbs Up + Expensive! They have everything from many countries, and things you can't find in Singapore! The prices are definitely higher as it caters for the upper class citizens, and it was funny to see Calbee Potato chips more expensive than Kettle's Potato chips! We ended up buying Chestnut Cream as spread, and so that I could try making my own Fromage Blanc (French dessert) after getting plain yoghurt from somewhere cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food here in Hong Kong is so expensive, I really miss eating in Singapore, and I think I will stop complaining about things being expensive when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked down to the streets behind SOGO, and had a very fulfilling set dinner at a ca can ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have already combed the entire Causeway Bay, and are pretty familiar with our way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already planning for our next few weekends, or more likely, Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;Places we've still yet to visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Peak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art Museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tung Chung; CityGate Outlet Mall, Space Outlet, Lantau Island Po Lin Monastry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Valley for horse racing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Southern District: Repulse Bay, Stanley Beach and Market&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shenzhen, China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Macau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-218760246705870931?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/218760246705870931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=218760246705870931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/218760246705870931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/218760246705870931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-woke-up-at-1-pm-today-so-we-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-9030036229567895686</id><published>2009-07-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:06:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TST</title><content type='html'>We went exploring Tsim Sa Tsui after work today! We walked over to Harbour City, and I think it is a joint development together with 2 other buildings. So the shopping mall is massive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using credit cards in H &amp;amp; M, each time exceeding $500 in a single receipt. Dad is so gonna kill me! This is only my third week, and the sales everywhere is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to Mongkok by foot! Three stations down in a reasonable half an hour walk down Nathan Road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-9030036229567895686?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/9030036229567895686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=9030036229567895686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/9030036229567895686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/9030036229567895686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/07/tst.html' title='TST'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8039789522683068013</id><published>2009-07-01T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:01:52.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't be stupid like me. Never apply the liquid base face mask on your eye brows, or you will regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-8039789522683068013?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8039789522683068013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8039789522683068013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8039789522683068013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8039789522683068013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-be-stupid-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-3168225071561172719</id><published>2009-06-28T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:52:00.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAI KUNG IS LOVE. LOVE IS SAIKUNG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:60;"&gt;HIKING AT SAI KUNG WAS AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To be amazed and amused! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nothing explains better than pictures do for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEKNf2iAI/AAAAAAAACwI/G0eV2QE7aEo/s1600-h/sk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354995636644513794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEKNf2iAI/AAAAAAAACwI/G0eV2QE7aEo/s400/sk1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So this is the beginning of our trip! We thought plans for this hiking trip had been cancelled, because of the continuous pourings over the past few days due to typhoon season. However, Idy gave us a call when we were still in bed at 1030am, and told us that the hike is still on! Weather was reasonably good, with slight drizzles. We were quick on our toes, to get all the necessities ready for our adventure! Wheeeeee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were late in meeting Idy at Cai Hong MTR station, but she seemed okay with it! We were introduced to her friend, whom she met on another hiking trip, Paul. Excited and enthusiastic, off we gooooooo! Boarded a mini bus (and it was our virgin time on a mini bus) to Sai Kung. Ever wondered why they have a speed-o-meter facing the passengers? The scenery was fabulous, very countryside and not so urbanized. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEJ5H7cCI/AAAAAAAACwA/1sJzkcvs94Q/s1600-h/sk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354995631175462946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEJ5H7cCI/AAAAAAAACwA/1sJzkcvs94Q/s400/sk2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We met a bigger group of people at Sai Kung checkpoint, and interestingly, they are just friends of friends of friends that come together almost every week! We had breakfast at Macdonald's, and I actually had fattening 4 piece McWings even before attempting to lose some fats. I have sinned greatly,so much oil that I needed to drain out on those hills! We all took a cab, having either 4 or 5 people on each cab. We noticed that in the city, the cabs are in red, whilst the cabs in the outskirts are green! Green cabs are generally much cheaper, but we had no idea why we were instructed to hop on a red one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEJm7041I/AAAAAAAACv4/4Qp1gEw_mug/s1600-h/sk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354995626292863826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEJm7041I/AAAAAAAACv4/4Qp1gEw_mug/s400/sk3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was about a 20-minute ride into the not-so-accessible hills, and ta-dah! We alighted at a pavillion, our starting point! It was raining; pitter-patter-pitter-patter, but it wasn't going to dampen our moods, it was a "Let's Get Wet" attitude! Lam Fung is so INSPIRATIONAL. Idy was so sweet, she brought raincoats for Sharon &amp;amp; I, for she knew we would definitely meet with rain! Idy was holding onto a G10 (my dream camera!), and we both hid our cameras under our raincoats. So our first checkpoint - Sai Wai Village. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEJr_bxwI/AAAAAAAACvw/yojXUmsY9hU/s1600-h/sk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354995627650172674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEJr_bxwI/AAAAAAAACvw/yojXUmsY9hU/s400/sk4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We walked and talked, getting to know each other better, with lots of picturetaking. The terrain was breathtakingly spectacular! Blue-ish clear waters in between green top hills, the setting looks fake, but come on, it is all natural's beauty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCuM8aG2I/AAAAAAAACvo/qhTZ0kIYp7Q/s1600-h/sk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354994055947885410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCuM8aG2I/AAAAAAAACvo/qhTZ0kIYp7Q/s400/sk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Upon arrival at Sai Wan village, we met wild cows next to us along the pathways, and piles of cow dung on the steps and pathways. The villagers were selling beancurd that is made using well water. Cool! But didn't get to try because they say it is unclean. The 'kampong' looked like the ones in Pulau Ubin, but some of the houses looks better developed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354994049131704450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCtzjTcII/AAAAAAAACvg/iBK7DoZ4Pb8/s400/sk6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Settled down at some sheltered pavillion by the beach, to quench our thirst and hunger pangs for those whose stomach digests food really quickly. I was still full from my McWings, but had Bubble Tea and shared luncheon meat with egg in instant noodles with Idy and Sharon. Tried snapping shots of divers resting on the rocks with my PowerShot. This was the time I realised that one of my camera's function is spoilt! Damn, I'm not going to send it for repair again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCtz3yjEI/AAAAAAAACvY/x8nYs2kO8vw/s1600-h/sk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354994049217629250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCtz3yjEI/AAAAAAAACvY/x8nYs2kO8vw/s400/sk7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On Hong Kong's very own beach! The guys played many "Dare" games, and Paul the loser had to jump into this disposed tyre that contained a pool of seawater. Splash, he went in. We walked further down, and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCtkTIBlI/AAAAAAAACvQ/9oDSjRg6IBg/s1600-h/sk8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354994045037315666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCtkTIBlI/AAAAAAAACvQ/9oDSjRg6IBg/s400/sk8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stunningly magnificent view, ain't it? You don't get it in Singapore or in city districts, do you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love the spider photo!&lt;br /&gt;The hills were steep, that I could hear myself panting while were moving up. E-lis, you are so weak! It was my first time hiking with slippers! My slippers slipped off my feet quite a few times, and the feeling of it coming off made me feel as if I'd roll down if I wasn't too careful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCtVFfVtI/AAAAAAAACvI/IAWL-J_5sYs/s1600-h/sk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354994040953591506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDCtVFfVtI/AAAAAAAACvI/IAWL-J_5sYs/s400/sk9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A group photo! We love HIKING! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPg2-NOtI/AAAAAAAACww/cVcmbKq6N08/s1600-h/sk10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355008120362711762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPg2-NOtI/AAAAAAAACww/cVcmbKq6N08/s400/sk10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our next checkpoint; wherever you call it! The beach they mentioned that we'll stay for quite some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPgsxaYlI/AAAAAAAACwo/35wf9u_OOfI/s1600-h/sk11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355008117624693330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPgsxaYlI/AAAAAAAACwo/35wf9u_OOfI/s400/sk11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look like we are having fun? Yes we are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPgbbIoKI/AAAAAAAACwg/Ia8HOkdqtAo/s1600-h/sk12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355008112967852194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPgbbIoKI/AAAAAAAACwg/Ia8HOkdqtAo/s400/sk12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More fun shots with fun peeps! Everyone loves to cam-whore yo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPgAwnpTI/AAAAAAAACwY/QTmKbw9j16E/s1600-h/sk13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355008105810208050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPgAwnpTI/AAAAAAAACwY/QTmKbw9j16E/s400/sk13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey girl, I wanna catch your wave!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be Hong Kong's next top model? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPf_rfoGI/AAAAAAAACwQ/MLNER79DEiI/s1600-h/sk14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355008105520275554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDPf_rfoGI/AAAAAAAACwQ/MLNER79DEiI/s400/sk14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A game I played with Jason, who can throw the slipper the furthest. Surprisingly, I WON! See those things flying in the air, cool beans! Totally. Jason now owes me Haagen Dazs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDRDs-wwXI/AAAAAAAACxM/UQl7aEIsC1w/s1600-h/sk15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355009818487734642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDRDs-wwXI/AAAAAAAACxM/UQl7aEIsC1w/s400/sk15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We had to wade through this swampy area, and it was really scary because there were frogs and toads everywhere. They were making disgusting sounds, and it could be heard as if they were so near that they'd jump onto your feet anytime! It was a relief, once we got out of it. Walking through the forested area, I sure did face some difficulties stepping on branches and rocks wearing slippers, but it was fine alright! I felt like Tarzan. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDREOSbeJI/AAAAAAAACxY/SroXUFw4ZbM/s1600-h/sk16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355009827428595858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDREOSbeJI/AAAAAAAACxY/SroXUFw4ZbM/s400/sk16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Surfboards for sale, and paintings of waves on the walls of buildings. I'd want to learn surfing! I'd be the coolest person in the world if I'd be able to surf on the waters during typhoon signal 8! This place is so alike to Pulau Ubin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDRDJOnd7I/AAAAAAAACxA/kcbxFpQtb50/s1600-h/sk17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355009808890558386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDRDJOnd7I/AAAAAAAACxA/kcbxFpQtb50/s400/sk17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was getting dark, and we finally completed our journey!!! It was like Journey to the West, and I resemble zhu ba jie (Piggy). It seems weird that I am shooting myself, oh welllll. They called for the boat to come and fetch us, and a larger sized motor boat came to pick us up soon after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the boat trip, we arrived safely on grounds of the Ferry Terminal at Huang Shi (Yellow Stone). We boarded a bus to go back to Sai Kung, and had dinner together as a whole. Sheesh, the Thai food we had was a fake! It's non-authentic! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDRC1OruDI/AAAAAAAACw4/6IivYefBNEk/s1600-h/sk18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355009803522127922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDRC1OruDI/AAAAAAAACw4/6IivYefBNEk/s400/sk18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Took a mini bus back to Hong Kong Island from Sai Kung, for HKD 20 (SGD 4). Better still, it was gonna take us back to Causeway Bay just next to our apartment. We were exhausted, but we were afraid that we'd miss our stops, so we decided to just sit back, relax, and enjoy the night view of Hong Kong, from Kowloon back to City.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had such a great time, thanks to our new friends found, especially to Idy who made these possible by making arrangements for us to tag along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-3168225071561172719?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/3168225071561172719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=3168225071561172719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/3168225071561172719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/3168225071561172719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiking-at-sai-kung-was-awesome-to-be.html' title='SAI KUNG IS LOVE. LOVE IS SAIKUNG!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SlDEKNf2iAI/AAAAAAAACwI/G0eV2QE7aEo/s72-c/sk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-340345346538316074</id><published>2009-06-25T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:46:09.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lam Fung again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have Raymond Lam Fung's personal passport photo before he got famous! Credit goes to BILLY TO! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkNwniMroWI/AAAAAAAACtQ/sIJFH62brp0/s1600-h/lf1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351244606743486818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkNwniMroWI/AAAAAAAACtQ/sIJFH62brp0/s400/lf1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Raymond Lam's passport photo up for auction! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Starting bid.. S$10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-340345346538316074?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/340345346538316074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=340345346538316074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/340345346538316074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/340345346538316074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/lam-fung-again.html' title='Lam Fung again!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkNwniMroWI/AAAAAAAACtQ/sIJFH62brp0/s72-c/lf1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5820355348770434147</id><published>2009-06-24T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:44:22.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lam fung lam fung</title><content type='html'>Heyyyy! TO ALL RAYMOND, LAM FUNG FANS OUT THERE! This is something that you guys will be interested to know. Lam Fung owns a huge Husky named Mimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their maid is also their Driver. WHAT THE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5820355348770434147?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5820355348770434147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5820355348770434147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5820355348770434147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5820355348770434147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/lam-fung-lam-fung.html' title='lam fung lam fung'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8563136263752570374</id><published>2009-06-23T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:12:04.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling sore! :(</title><content type='html'>Came down with a sore throat today, and the feeling simply sucks. Coughing and jerking each time I cough, destroys my enthusiasm at everything and just makes me lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wondrous seeing Miss Cynthia Heng here at Causeway Bay, so near and convenient for us. She was with her boyfriend, and she will be around Hong Kong for a few days. We chatted about our ongoing events, and what had happened so far. Nicely ended the day off, despite the fact that my throat was irritating me the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-8563136263752570374?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8563136263752570374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8563136263752570374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8563136263752570374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8563136263752570374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-sore.html' title='feeling sore! :('/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8326187243908806851</id><published>2009-06-22T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:46:07.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy @ work</title><content type='html'>Work was great today, despite the fact that we had to go to work on a Sunday. We did some administrative work for the club royal house, had lunch with Jerry our boss-of-the-day and Mathrew (I have already confirmed the correct spelling); who both were so child-like and funny in their own way. We had Tom with us on Saturday. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOo5wbMCCI/AAAAAAAACu4/cNv2h3fWSik/s1600-h/sundaydc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351306492451227682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOo5wbMCCI/AAAAAAAACu4/cNv2h3fWSik/s400/sundaydc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fact of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hong Kong's cafe (Ca Can Ting), the Tea that they serve is not for drinking, but it is for washing of your cutleries! I almost drank the tea, until they dumped the forks, knives, and spoons in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got to play with little children at the Kid's Fun Programme, who were really good at self defence; we don't have to worry about them in the open. We had flour and jam, slippers, and soaked tissue paper WARS in the room. I got beaten up, whacked, and molested by the kids, but what to do, they are just kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOo5lzARrI/AAAAAAAACuw/pRVHQo0A5sM/s1600-h/sundaydc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351306489598330546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOo5lzARrI/AAAAAAAACuw/pRVHQo0A5sM/s400/sundaydc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sharon and I were soooo looking forward to 6 p.m., so that we could rush down to Mongkok to do some hardcore shopping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-8326187243908806851?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8326187243908806851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8326187243908806851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8326187243908806851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8326187243908806851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-was-great-today-despite-fact-that.html' title='happy @ work'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOo5wbMCCI/AAAAAAAACu4/cNv2h3fWSik/s72-c/sundaydc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1451353706923248607</id><published>2009-06-20T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:03:53.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasssssssuuuppppppppppppppp.</title><content type='html'>We met Raymond Lam Fung (林峰) at the lift lobby yesterday, who just finished his concert in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sj0B_EDwOPI/AAAAAAAACsA/nYLVqm9eD7k/s1600-h/l_p1020330319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349434115318888690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sj0B_EDwOPI/AAAAAAAACsA/nYLVqm9eD7k/s400/l_p1020330319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And today, we met the biggest shot of Hong Kong's biggest property developer; our company Sun Hung Kai Properties, Chairman Kwong Siu-Hing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349435614843775394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sj0DWWOWKaI/AAAAAAAACsI/Hg9G7aM4Kmo/s400/Kwong_Siu_Hing_%26_Thomas_Kwok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much luckier can we get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a Saturday, and we still had to report for work for a full day, as well as tomorrow, Sunday. Just when we were just about to look forward to a nice relaxing weekend, and when everyone else will be enjoying their sundays out. But fret not, we are having off-days in the coming week. Yayyy, shopping with lesser crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to the same H&amp;amp;M outlet in Central for three consecutive days, and my bill totalled up to a really scary figure because of the multiplied rate of HongKong dollars as compared to Singapore's. Stuff were on SALE, SALE, SALEEEEE! How could you not resist buying? Because I didn't bring enough money, I had to swipe my credit card to pay. DAMN! Dad would just kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1451353706923248607?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1451353706923248607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1451353706923248607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1451353706923248607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1451353706923248607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasssssssuuuppppppppppppppp.html' title='wasssssssuuuppppppppppppppp.'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sj0B_EDwOPI/AAAAAAAACsA/nYLVqm9eD7k/s72-c/l_p1020330319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-569125017169123194</id><published>2009-06-18T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:05:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siannnn.</title><content type='html'>What a joke. My heels broke today at the office while I was resting on one leg after cutting cake for a colleague, Carmen. One of them nicely lent me a pair of slippers, which I had to walk in, around Central, in search for H&amp;amp;M to buy a new pair of shoes. I came out of the shop with 3 pairs instead, with only one pair being on sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOf6Mox5oI/AAAAAAAACuo/zKdE8xWab74/s1600-h/hkshoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351296604419778178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOf6Mox5oI/AAAAAAAACuo/zKdE8xWab74/s400/hkshoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The night was well-spent with chatting with friends, and I was web-caming and learning cantonese from Johnathan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sjpm_tfQx1I/AAAAAAAACr4/Cg0CSShAI7M/s1600-h/HI.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700752184395602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sjpm_tfQx1I/AAAAAAAACr4/Cg0CSShAI7M/s400/HI.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so ugly right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-569125017169123194?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/569125017169123194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=569125017169123194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/569125017169123194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/569125017169123194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/siannnn.html' title='siannnn.'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOf6Mox5oI/AAAAAAAACuo/zKdE8xWab74/s72-c/hkshoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-904139692542269419</id><published>2009-06-17T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:02:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cars cars and more cars</title><content type='html'>I think Hong Kong has too many rich people already. Whenever you walk on the street, you would often see Mercedes (They call it Benz) and BMWs everywhere on the road. It is like Singapore's Toyota and Honda! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work place is even better. Since all the residents are so rich, I see a lot of Porshe, Rolls Royce blah blah. And come on, I actually stood next to the latest Rolls Royce Model! It's a classic in the making, and it's spaciously HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkDtrv9tDQI/AAAAAAAACsQ/MSZRcOz-J1E/s1600-h/Rolls-Royce-Phantom_Silver_2007_800x600_wallpaper_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350537693181578498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkDtrv9tDQI/AAAAAAAACsQ/MSZRcOz-J1E/s400/Rolls-Royce-Phantom_Silver_2007_800x600_wallpaper_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's so sad, I can only depend on my two kars (legs) to transport myself from one place to another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-904139692542269419?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/904139692542269419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=904139692542269419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/904139692542269419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/904139692542269419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-hong-kong-has-too-many-rich.html' title='cars cars and more cars'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkDtrv9tDQI/AAAAAAAACsQ/MSZRcOz-J1E/s72-c/Rolls-Royce-Phantom_Silver_2007_800x600_wallpaper_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6780709975739480680</id><published>2009-06-15T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:53:54.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day @ work &amp; moving house!</title><content type='html'>First Day of WORK! Reported at Sun Hung Kai building, at Kaishing Properties. Eager, and just slightly nervous about what we were going to do at the site that we were going to be posted to. We were going to be posted to various properties in every two weeks, regardless of residential, commercial or retail. The first place we were posted to was a relatively prestigious Residential Apartment called Dynasty Court. We had to cab down to the Old Peak Road, and we went straight to the Management Office to be introduced. Given an orientation around the place, we were wow-ed over by the poshness and amazing facilities that were available for their use. The entire concept was similar to Singapore's Carribean, of a luxurious apartment, but Sun Hung Kai wins. Man, after hearing out the prices for rental of signature homes, I was astonished at the extreme cost. I cannot even afford to stay a day, and can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosco gave me a call today, and let me know that we could actually shift into our new home! Sharon and I was so excited, that we happily went back to our storeroom size apartment to pack up. We were way crazy, laughing and jumping at each other. Sharon was damn freaking retarded. She tried to dry the pillow case with the ventilation fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dragged our luggage down to the first floor from our duper miniature room, to the narrow corridor and handlesome lift. Managed to hail a cab, to transport us and our luggage to just a street down, of 5 minutes away. We had to lug our luggage all the way up to the house again, and wah-lah, we have arrived! We were told that there may be a probability of us needing to shift house again. SIGH... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;We met our room mates, Seth and John! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOrGL5aVjI/AAAAAAAACvA/ArOGKmc5O0w/s1600-h/housemates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351308905007437362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOrGL5aVjI/AAAAAAAACvA/ArOGKmc5O0w/s400/housemates.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, Crazy, Two! They so funky and cool I wanna be cool like them. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-6780709975739480680?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/6780709975739480680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=6780709975739480680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6780709975739480680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6780709975739480680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-work-reported-at-sun-hung.html' title='first day @ work &amp; moving house!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOrGL5aVjI/AAAAAAAACvA/ArOGKmc5O0w/s72-c/housemates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1101061477352962419</id><published>2009-06-14T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:16:42.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day in Hong Kong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:55;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 2nd Day in Hong Kong !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1PVTzgdI/AAAAAAAACtY/A5fcEfJInqM/s1600-h/2hk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351249688524980690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1PVTzgdI/AAAAAAAACtY/A5fcEfJInqM/s400/2hk1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Hong Kong style!&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right: Rice Roll, salty bean curd (xian dou jiang), sweet beancurd&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I felt much better after sleeping for an extensive period of many hours, since my lack of sleep the day before left me really lethargic. Got up, freshened up, and went down to the streetside to buy wholesome genuine Hong Kong style breakfast. We bought a rice roll, that consists of you tiao, pork floss and preserved szechuan vegetables wrapped in glutinous rice. We also bought salty beancurd, and the normal sugared beancurd. It tastes really different from what we get from Singapore. We brought the food up to our under-sized apartment, and miserably sat on our bed to eat while we watched City Harvest's online service, all just because of Sharon Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Later, we made our way down to Jordan MTR to meet Auntie Jing! I was so happy to see her in person after such a long time. The first thing she said to me when she saw me was, "Oh my gosh, E-lis! YOu are so fat now!" OH Well! Got used to it already lah, nothing new. We were to meet our prospective landlord to take a look at the house. An Indian man in an all-white robe came to fetch us, to bring us to his cozy home. We followed him to a very rundown building, ad his house looked like it had gone through the war times. There was a lady which I presumed is his wife, sweeping the soiled floor, and a man who looked like Osama Bin Laden with his beard and moustache sitting on the double decker bed stoning. Oh gosh. You would have to kill me to live in such a state of a terrorist look-a-like house, so scary. We rejected the offer, and went to look for another place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1Pj46MaI/AAAAAAAACto/sLFGmovY9Gg/s1600-h/2hk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351249692438704546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1Pj46MaI/AAAAAAAACto/sLFGmovY9Gg/s400/2hk3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Jingggggg!!!!! Missed her a lot worxzxzxzzzzz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We lunched at Yoshinoya, and their Beef Bowl somehow tastes better than Singapore's pathetic serving. Auntie Jing's auntie and cousin came to join us in our scout for apartments, and they were extremely helpful, greatly appreciated their enthusiasm in helping us. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Next, we headed to Mongkok to check out the Astronaut Hotel that was advertised in the newspapers. Auntie Jing's auntie tried to be funny, and she entered the hotel saying, "So where are all the astronauts?" Haha. The Hotel was just a single level with about 6-8 rooms for rental. We managed to haggle the price down, however, considering the facilities that were also unavailable, it was equivalent to our current apartment, just that the room was way bigger. We weren't very satisfied with the price, so we left our number with them, just in case Bosco's new offer did not meet our expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We headed back to Causeway Bay, and showed Auntie Jing our apartment. She was unintentionally sniggering at the size of the house. Soon after, we walked over to our arranged destination with Bosco, and waited for him to arrive. Expecting an old or middle-aged man wearing pink, a young man in pink Abercrombie shirt appeared in front of us. He's unexpectedly young for a boss, and we found out he took over the family business. He showed us the house, and we immediately fell in love with the apartment and we decided to take it without hesitation. They had Cable TV, bigger room space, proper kitchen, bigger toilet, a washing machine and a clothes dryer. SWEET! Another plus point was that, it was really accessible from all directions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1P0PnFrI/AAAAAAAACtw/rxCerDXgiCw/s1600-h/2hk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351249696828888754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1P0PnFrI/AAAAAAAACtw/rxCerDXgiCw/s400/2hk4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasty Salted Chicken and Bubble Tea from a roadside stall on Mongkok Street :) Very yummy but very little :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Heaved a sigh, that our accomodation has finally been settled. So since were in for a celebration, we MTR-ed back to Mongkok for a shopping spree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1PcxZ0mI/AAAAAAAACtg/M_qv-IuUfKM/s1600-h/2hk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351249690528174690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1PcxZ0mI/AAAAAAAACtg/M_qv-IuUfKM/s400/2hk2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great shopping at New Town Mongkok Shopping Centre! Noodles mixed with a wide variety of ingredients to choose from @ HKD 2.50 each. Cheap and good yo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1101061477352962419?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1101061477352962419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1101061477352962419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1101061477352962419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1101061477352962419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-day-in-hong-kong.html' title='2nd day in Hong Kong!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkN1PVTzgdI/AAAAAAAACtY/A5fcEfJInqM/s72-c/2hk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5710664126065557538</id><published>2009-06-13T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:49:33.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day in Hong Kong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After having sacrificed all the shopping craves and temptations for almost 4 months, the day to go to the shopping haven has finally arrived! Will be going to HongKong for attachment for 2.5 months, cool beans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So many things I had to leave behind; family, food, friends, boyfriend, and my close colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Weijie came over to my place late in the night, of course with the permission from both parents and with family around. Hahaha. He helped me to clear my room while I packed my luggage, and &lt;strong&gt;I am super grateful to you dearest!&lt;/strong&gt; If I was the one packing my room, it would take around minimum 1 week, or even forever. But with his magic hands, he managed to help me clear up in few hours! Power man! We didn't even get a wink of sleep, because by then it was already time for me to leave for the airport. Cabbed down with the four of us; Weijie, Daddy, Auntie Waileng and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Changi Airport Terminal 1 at 5am sucks lo. So many cafes and food kiosks are undergoing renovations, which only leaves us the corner with killiney, jollibean and Pacific Coffee company. I had wanted to order fishball noodles from killiney, but they told us it wasn't available. Once I bought the sandwiches from Pacific Coffee Co. and sat down, they prepared the fishball noodles when ordered. What??!!! A difference of just a few minutes. The sandwiches tasted weird, and the cost was extavagant for a lousy sandwich like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIvqFpn0vI/AAAAAAAACsY/LzYbban4ckk/s1600-h/hk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350891707387335410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIvqFpn0vI/AAAAAAAACsY/LzYbban4ckk/s400/hk1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Auntie Waileng, Boyfriend Chua, and Samuel seeing us off at Changi Airport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sharon arrived with Samuel soon after, and we went to the counter check-in. When heading for the departure hall, I cried like a cry baby on daddy's flabby breasts, but I really couldn't help it. Gave everyone a hug, and I guess this shows that I really miss them in time to come. Sharon and I checked in and got onto the plane; here we come, Hong Kong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOWd_PfR8I/AAAAAAAACuY/W3D0HD5LwIU/s1600-h/hk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351286224183052226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOWd_PfR8I/AAAAAAAACuY/W3D0HD5LwIU/s400/hk2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong, here we come!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Having heard all the commotion about JetStar being uncomfortable and all, it had actually lowered my expectations of JetStar to a level of being.. shitty. But I kinda liked the ride there, because I thought it beats the SilkAir flight I took last year to Hong Kong. Value for money what, what more could we expect from a $250 ticket? Sharon took the window seat and I was next to her, followed by this other lady. The lady kept coughing and sniffing, which made me suspect she was having H1N1. When the plane was about to take off, she looked like she wanted to vomit, and that really scared the heck out of me; I mean like, what if her vomit lands on me? So GROSS! I decided to be Little Miss Nice, and offer her some help, by asking what she need. And then she looked like she really couldn't take it, and I started to panic. We asked around for plastic bags, and the people were really nice. They offered not only a plastic bag, they even passed us vomit bags, mint, and wet tissue paper. So I passed to the lady and she immediately vomitted. Oh man. Offered her a mint after having one myself, and I guess she felt fine after the puke. The lady was just suffering from motion sickness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIvqTPClzI/AAAAAAAACsg/2lfR1CR-4VM/s1600-h/hk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350891711033939762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIvqTPClzI/AAAAAAAACsg/2lfR1CR-4VM/s400/hk3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We alighted from the plane and boarded a shuttle bus that would fetch us to the Airport Terminal. Above are the pictures we took at Ajisen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 hours later, we finally touched down at HongKong International Airport. We were to walk out of the plane through this stairway down, and there was a bus which came to fetch us to the airport. First thing we did, was to go to the tourism board counter to take all the pamphlets and brochures on Hong Kong. I took one each from the entire rack and people can definitely identify me as a kiasu Singaporean. Collected luggage, and decided to go get the HongKong Airport Express Train card, Octopus card for public transport, and the pre-paid card for phone calls. We met a really nice and patient staff who served us at 7 eleven when we were purchasing the pre-paid card. We happily went to look for food, and decided to lunch at Ajisen, which has an open air concept. We tugged our luggage all the way into the restaurant, happiily sat down, and happily browsed the menu for noodles. We were stumped initially, thinking why there were only desserts on the menu. We looked at our surroundings, and realised that we entered the wrong restaurant. So embarrassing! We tugged our luggage next door to Ajisen and settled down. Their service is crap. Sharon had some problems with understanding the chim cantonese, and we had just requested for a waiter to help us translate what the service provider was saying. Another waiter told him in cantonese, "Let them go and read themselves". No help was given for something not related to our order! We went back to the 7-eleven to look for the same guy to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIvqtfZr0I/AAAAAAAACso/p2sDm2If62I/s1600-h/hk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350891718081883970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIvqtfZr0I/AAAAAAAACso/p2sDm2If62I/s400/hk4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport Express Train, nice and comfy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Took the express train and the seats sure looked posh and felt comfortable! We inter-changed at HongKong station, to go to Causeway Bay. Their MTR station is very similar to our MRT, but the only difference is between the handles and seats. We alighted at Causeway Bay station, and it is definitely complicating for first-timers like us! We lugged our luggage out of the train, and looked for the exit where we were going to meet this guy called Billy, who was gonna bring us to our new home! Yayyyy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Billy brought us to a very ulu place just a street away from the hustle and bustle of Hong Kong's "Orchard Road". We arrived at this alley with laundry shops and automobile repair shops. In between, there were metal gates with numeric code passes for security reasons. We had a hard time dragging our luggage up the stairs to the lift. And I tell you, the lift is ancient! The door, the grilles, the light bulbs, and the buttons. Cool beans! And then we entered our room, and tah-dah, double cool beans! An apartment that is half the size of my own room in Singapore! The flat so small, how fat girl stay there, no space to sit! The toilet was the best, the showerhead was just above the toilet bowl, that's how small the place is! I actually did big business in the toilet bowl, because I just had the feel. I went ahead to push the flush button, holy shit, no water came out, and my shit was still floating around. I tried all means and ways to wash the shit down, but none of it work. I closed the lid, thank god that Billy came back, and he helped us solved the problem by just opening the cover and pushing the internal button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOWd2CaUeI/AAAAAAAACug/_5YiwCIdV9k/s1600-h/hk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351286221712282082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkOWd2CaUeI/AAAAAAAACug/_5YiwCIdV9k/s400/hk9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our HUMBLE HOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A 5-step staircase to an ancient lift, that uses a swing door and a sliding door grille as a partition. The lift has no ventilation fan, and it uses 2 incandescent bulbs without any casing as lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our "studio room" is one of the rooms behind the gate, and has really narrow corridor that cannot even fit half of me besides myself on the isle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The entrance is so narrow that we had to go in and come out one at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The washroom is amazing! You can either shower above the toilet bowl or in front of the sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The room is "GIGANTIC"! The picture is taken just a metre away from the door entrance.&lt;br /&gt;We were really unhappy with all the arrangements, as there were neither any washing machine, nor were there any kitchen facility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So we talked to the big boss Bosco, and he was willing to rent another place to us, but at a higher cost. We were still in consideration of looking at the flats that Auntie Jing had searched for us, so we decided to put it on hold. We would be viewing all the different flats the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIx86ep0FI/AAAAAAAACtI/t3Qq6-n4RtY/s1600-h/hk8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350894229829308498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIx86ep0FI/AAAAAAAACtI/t3Qq6-n4RtY/s400/hk8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSEWAY BAY HONGKONG, our neighbourhood!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After settling down, we decided to walk around Causeway Bay. It is hugeeee man. We had a really hard time finding our way back home. Many times we lost our way around, and kept walking around. We saw aunties and uncles queuing up outside of SOGO, and realised that there was a brand apparel bazaar going on in SOGO's ballroom, so Sharon and I went be part of this queue. We walked out of the bazaar with a Ralph Lauren top each, and a Ben Sherman T-shirt for Chua Weijie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIx8MKLUEI/AAAAAAAACsw/Qd841e_QUD0/s1600-h/hk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350894217395392578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIx8MKLUEI/AAAAAAAACsw/Qd841e_QUD0/s400/hk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two most popular snack stalls among teenagers! Ireland Potato's Cheesy Fries with Minced Meat, and Pearl Milk Tea from One More Cup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Billy looked us up for Dinner, and we headed down to Prince Edward Station for some delicious Double-boiled milk! It is like beancurd, but tastes like sweet milk. Oh, and Sharon can't differentiate between a cow and a goat! We had some smelly tofu, which stunk bad on the street, but it tastes good in the mouth! It didn't taste like cheese, like what other people say, it's just smelly nice!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIx8YaiTYI/AAAAAAAACs4/kX3v099oyd0/s1600-h/hk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350894220685233538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIx8YaiTYI/AAAAAAAACs4/kX3v099oyd0/s400/hk6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that Singapore does NOT have, Double Boiled Milk! It like beancurd, but maybe better! Hou Hou Sek ah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIx8hEd00I/AAAAAAAACtA/wFIHclwgAYI/s1600-h/hk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350894223008584514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIx8hEd00I/AAAAAAAACtA/wFIHclwgAYI/s400/hk7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fermented Tofu! It STINKS, but the shiok-ness come from the smelliness somehow. Heehee. Smell Tofu one of my Favourites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We walked over to Mongkok from Prince Edward street, and there we were at H&amp;amp;M! The store that both of us had been waiting to enter! Billy left for home, while we spent our time there looking around, hoping to find really good deal. What a tiring day, it was time to go back home! We had to walk the same route from the MTR station that Billy guided us for the first time. Fortunately, we didn't get lost again, and alas HOME SWEET HOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5710664126065557538?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5710664126065557538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5710664126065557538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5710664126065557538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5710664126065557538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-in-hong-kong.html' title='First Day in Hong Kong!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SkIvqFpn0vI/AAAAAAAACsY/LzYbban4ckk/s72-c/hk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5532324622825288365</id><published>2009-06-09T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:01:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a great quote from Amanda Chan the almighty vulgarity spiller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a penny for your thoughts session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm sure most of us have come across a person like ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;here is how ST is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scenario 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random girl1 in clique: hey, u guys ever tried eating shit b4?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random girl2 in clique: OMG! NO! I WANNA TRY!!! how isit? i heard its nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random girl3 in clique: I TRIED B4!!! DAMM NICE LA!! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ST purses lips in disgust and frowns: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SHIT WHR GT NICE! SO SMELLY LA! EEEEEEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random girl1 in clique: HUH... but i tink quite nice leh, like unique flavour macham like durian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random girl 2 in clique: yeah! i tink not bad la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Other few random girls in clique unanimously agrees: yeah! i /we wanna try!after everyone in the clique tried shit, all but ST likes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random girl1 in clique: omg! today no lecture, shall we go toilet eat shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random girl 2, 3 and 4: OMG OKAY!! I DUN MIND!! damm nice la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ST: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! shit whr got nice!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after few months of shit-eating outings, shit became the new favs of the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;random girl3 in clique: HEY! tmr wanna go eat shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All other random girls in clique: okay! i want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ST: haha, okay i dun mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;random girl1 in clique: eh, i tod u say u dun like shit keep saying eeee so smelly whr gt nice. how come now u like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ST: haha, erm actually shit quite nice la *smiles bashfully**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;actually ST DOES NOT like eating shit, she just said not bad cox  she wans to fit in* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm doesnt this sound familar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't u just hate those lil fuckers like ST? like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;just be ur fucking self la, we would hate u more if u just try to like blend in.&lt;br /&gt;these lil fuckers are potentially dangerous and would anytym without hesitation stabb u in the back when they've found a better click to cling onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. parasite(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my! Amanda, You make me chuckle and giggle! I miss you bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5532324622825288365?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5532324622825288365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5532324622825288365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5532324622825288365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5532324622825288365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-great-quote-from-amanda-chan.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-4845078490347787495</id><published>2009-05-16T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:49:54.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hung out with Sharon on this very Saturday, with all her amiable church cell group mates. During introduction, Sharon actually introduced her cell group leader, Rouxin, to me as her pastor. I actually shook her hand and said, "Wow, you are really young!" Rouxin got a shock, and Sharon was actually pointing to the man beside her. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the service at City Harvest, and had a blast just listening to the sermon. The pastor was like a really good comedian, which really tickled me to the bone. I kept laughing and definitely gave him my full attention, unlike the sermons I attended few years back, where I will open the bible, put it on my lap and pretend to be reading it; I was actually sleeping. Bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343294576604795346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SicyG4DM0dI/AAAAAAAACq4/hpZkJmoUpcQ/s400/page1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dinner with Sharon's cell group at JurongPoint, and then went over to Starbucks to chill out. Almost half of them went off, before settling down at Starbucks. We just sat there and talk and talk. I was so glad to meet gossipgirl fan, Sarah, and I totally loved her blazer. I couldn't help laughing at Rouxin! These guys are so fun and funny, I had a whale of a time man! Can't wait to meet them in HongKong during Sharon's birthday period! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-4845078490347787495?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/4845078490347787495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=4845078490347787495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4845078490347787495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4845078490347787495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hung-out-with-sharon-on-this-very.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SicyG4DM0dI/AAAAAAAACq4/hpZkJmoUpcQ/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5172740074437586629</id><published>2009-05-15T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:35:21.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Once again, TGIF! I definitely had a wondrous Friday, out with most of the Zi High family at Turf City's Hokkaido ala-carte buffet dinner. Though after work was tiresome, but somehow my heels felt like its flying instead of feeling heavy! Why? Because I was excited to see them! Sheesh. Work has made me cherish these friends even more. Aaron Chua was with us that night, and there was some good cake-smashing action from Danny as present to Aaron Chua, and hilarious moments watching Eames and Aaron Chua Bee Hock fooling around with the child-like cakes with toy cars and planes on top. Tried camwhoring with jumpshots but I gave up halfway with my killer heels, I almost died trying to soar, hitting the floor hard with a loud thud each time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5172740074437586629?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5172740074437586629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5172740074437586629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5172740074437586629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5172740074437586629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5916675534457229301</id><published>2009-05-15T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:04:01.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random!</title><content type='html'>I'm at work now, and I am not doing work. Instead, I'm chatting and browsing blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure to get slaughtered and get a C for attachment, if I get found out. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis is in labour! Her water bag broke but no baby on the way YET. We are all so excited now. Wondering will it be a girl or boy, would it resemble the Mom or Dad, and most importantly, that both mother and kiddo will be healthy and fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading Kar Sweed's blog, and mostly on her 2008's posts, because most of it was about her attachment in Hong Kong! More on play than work, but it gets me so excited and high! I guess I'm going to do what she did, blog about every single event, and that's gonna make my blog alive and kicking again! Await wordy posts with slightly more pictures than usual, not so much of my pretty face but on gorgeous food. Hahahahaa. I know some people must be puking at my description on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make a list of what Sharon and I has planned to do and where to go during our trip there. Just a month more! ONE MONTH. And I'm off flying there like a free bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Sharon and I will rock Hong Kong! HAHAHAAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5916675534457229301?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5916675534457229301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5916675534457229301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5916675534457229301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5916675534457229301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='random!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2985768423674295793</id><published>2009-05-13T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:58:56.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pms dad.</title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely sure my dad is having PMS - Petty Man Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure why he is always GL-ing me, but it is annoying me quite a bit recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1:&lt;br /&gt;Minutes ago, while we were watching American Idol, Adam Lambert was singing U2's One, AND, we started to comment on his looks and voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: He has a very good voice, but I don't like him because of his looks.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? He damn handsome lah. You just don't like him because he pierced his ears right?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No. He looks so dull. But he's very popular hor.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh, where got dull. He's just handsome. Like mix blood like that.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Look at his eyes. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Me: He's just damn handsome lah. Come on lah, he beats every guy in Singapore, if he not handsome all the guys in Singapore CMI lor.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Can you stop diverting away from the topic. We are not talking about Singaporean guys...&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I am just making a comparison, and am still making references towards him what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete silence......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dad, he is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to spark a conversation with Daddy after that irritated convers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Daddy, so what is that e-cell thing? (Pointing to the device on his leg)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *Paused for a while* This is to regenerate cells.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh, but how? Like how does this pebble-like do it?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: How would I know until I've tried it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waliao. Why would he buy it if he didn't know how'd it worked? Lazy Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2985768423674295793?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2985768423674295793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2985768423674295793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2985768423674295793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2985768423674295793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-pms-dad.html' title='my pms dad.'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1308512603328210697</id><published>2009-05-04T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:11:31.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do not rot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If all you do is rot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I do not want to fall in your category.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1308512603328210697?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1308512603328210697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1308512603328210697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1308512603328210697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1308512603328210697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-do-not-rot.html' title='i do not rot.'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8449765037586007111</id><published>2009-05-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:53:03.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6F gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sf1VjmhlB-I/AAAAAAAACpo/bRZM84EyLa4/s1600-h/3211_100014679551_772714551_2624821_1430843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331511604001703906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sf1VjmhlB-I/AAAAAAAACpo/bRZM84EyLa4/s400/3211_100014679551_772714551_2624821_1430843_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was soooooo good to see you guys after full 6 years, all of us have changed so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep in touch and I won't forget the frequent dates we agreed on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sf1W2p4EphI/AAAAAAAACpw/j8cG9G6h7k4/s1600-h/3211_100014589551_772714551_2624806_6572574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331513030830499346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sf1W2p4EphI/AAAAAAAACpw/j8cG9G6h7k4/s400/3211_100014589551_772714551_2624806_6572574_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And on one last note, hoped Xunliang had a jolly good time on that chair with the sparkler ;)&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/19456646-8449765037586007111?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8449765037586007111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8449765037586007111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8449765037586007111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8449765037586007111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/05/6f.html' title='6F gathering'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/Sf1VjmhlB-I/AAAAAAAACpo/bRZM84EyLa4/s72-c/3211_100014679551_772714551_2624821_1430843_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-392600691109020284</id><published>2009-04-26T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:31:13.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrated 33rd Month with Weijie at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Boat Asia&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SieT6m0qxsI/AAAAAAAACro/XjBkxYjwKrM/s1600-h/basia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343402117961533122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SieT6m0qxsI/AAAAAAAACro/XjBkxYjwKrM/s400/basia1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We met up at my place after his match, and made a trip down to Marina Keppel Bay. Decided not to waste the $20 tickets, and just gave it a go. Looked for Wennie in the exhibition, and tah-dah! There was Belle Belle, just woke up from snooze mode. Did some introductories, and we were granted access to a few yachts. Nice to have one, how I wish, that they were mine. Hahahaha. Got into the Audi Q5 showroom, totally stylish, would be awesome to own it too, on part of a wish. Played around with Weijie's DSLR, took loads of pictures of Belle Belle, and she loves being in the pictures. I found out her little secret, and what her favourite song is! So she probably stole the limelight from Wennie, but that's what kids always do! All in all, the Boat Asia wasn't that fantastic, but maybe an eye-opener on the luxury that rich, wealthy and famous people get to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted ways at HarbourFront, Weijie and I had french cuisine for dinner at Fren(s)h@Vivo! Finally tried my Foie Gras, and authentic burnt caramel top Creme Brulee. Weijie had Duck Rilette, and I absolutely love it! French food made our day a better one, light too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-392600691109020284?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/392600691109020284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=392600691109020284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/392600691109020284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/392600691109020284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/04/boat-asia.html' title='Boat Asia'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SieT6m0qxsI/AAAAAAAACro/XjBkxYjwKrM/s72-c/basia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5336744935550095122</id><published>2009-04-26T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:51:30.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zi high!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SifROyAB88I/AAAAAAAACrw/OumBayu0xec/s1600-h/m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343469534768657346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SifROyAB88I/AAAAAAAACrw/OumBayu0xec/s400/m1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mahjong and Dinner at Huiting's house was great :)&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/19456646-5336744935550095122?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5336744935550095122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5336744935550095122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5336744935550095122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5336744935550095122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/04/mahjong-and-dinner-at-huitings-house.html' title='zi high!!!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SifROyAB88I/AAAAAAAACrw/OumBayu0xec/s72-c/m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1002784755368740184</id><published>2009-04-19T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T03:18:11.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner with Kimberley at my place after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kimberley for letting me realise how bad my English has become. HAHAHA. And we will go and try the stingray at your place alright??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1002784755368740184?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1002784755368740184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1002784755368740184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1002784755368740184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1002784755368740184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinner-with-kimberley-at-my-place-after.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1040511840856851432</id><published>2009-04-19T01:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:49:13.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Birthday E-lis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiXdQzyJzOI/AAAAAAAACqA/MQjptsDdWJA/s1600-h/bday19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342919813793172706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiXdQzyJzOI/AAAAAAAACqA/MQjptsDdWJA/s400/bday19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I had a fantastico, awesomely magnificent Nineteenth Burpday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who sent me birthday messages!&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated this birthday over 4 days with friends and family, and with unexpected surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9/4 Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHkXzkxPI/AAAAAAAACqQ/11hOac6RGkM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343036698112869618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHkXzkxPI/AAAAAAAACqQ/11hOac6RGkM/s400/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHkqwYmDI/AAAAAAAACqY/7vzDTSZbioM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343036703199762482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHkqwYmDI/AAAAAAAACqY/7vzDTSZbioM/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I was anticipating towards the end of the day, leave workplace and meet my dearest friends for dinner at Timbre. As usual, Amanda and I were late. We arranged to meet on the same bus, and thank god for lady luck, I managed to get on the same bus as her when her battery was flat and there were two same buses. TE-LE-PA-THY!!! Chatted and of course there were gossips and dirty talks! Hahahaha. Everyone was waiting for us, so that I could bring them there from City Hall; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eames, Fione, Shuling, Jon. Lee, Jon. Yeo, Huiqi, Amanda, myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The best part was... I've never been to Timbre before! Rushed as much as we could, to get there on time before our reservation is withdrawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHkhfh_rI/AAAAAAAACqg/chVpa2F75aw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343036700713156274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHkhfh_rI/AAAAAAAACqg/chVpa2F75aw/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHrrI3zaI/AAAAAAAACqw/okPmxEK-a8M/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343036823561555362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHrrI3zaI/AAAAAAAACqw/okPmxEK-a8M/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Seated at our table, managed to jump queue if there were any. Food was good! We ordered fries, calamari, pasta, 4 different pizzas, and heneiken beer. The duck meat pizza was peculiar, as recommended :) Took pictures, ate, chatted about our attachment, blah blah. Received handmade cards from Jon. Yeo and the Lee couple, plus the shared present by all of them. Thanks guys! We waited for the band to start playing, and it was ___ . Saw Mr Ezal on the keyboard! Called Weijie to double-confirm if it was him. The songs were great!!! But right after the fourth song, all of them want to go off already. But in any way, thanks guys for spending an early birthday with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHkKHZZRI/AAAAAAAACqI/EI9pNAi89fg/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343036694437913874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHkKHZZRI/AAAAAAAACqI/EI9pNAi89fg/s400/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHk-TuvXI/AAAAAAAACqo/UIavtz-MSuM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343036708448288114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiZHk-TuvXI/AAAAAAAACqo/UIavtz-MSuM/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10/4 Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's Good Friday! No work, shiok! Spent the day with my closer budds, day time with Goh HuiShi, night with Nicole Ye, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huishi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I were going to Taman Jurong to Prawnnnnnn! I suggested it because I wanted to try something different with her, instead of spending time in shopping malls. I've never been prawning before, and it was definitely a first rate experience in an almost third class setting. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The place looked run-down but acceptable for prawning. We paid $30 for a rod, and were given chicken's heart as the bait. There were 4 ponds, and only 2 were occupied. We settled down on 1 corner. Sat there for about 5 minutes or so, Huishi started to rant about how low the catch rate was, because based on her past experience, it took her less than 5 minutes to catch one! Once she said that, we caught ONE! Happy as we could be, an uncle helped us with our first catch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Few minutes later, there came a 2nd prawn, and this was bigger with the blue pincer! It was scary man, and that scaredy-cat Goh Huishi so 'hamji' that she didn't dare to even touch it, despite the previous times she went. I tried to be the brave soul to unhook the bait from the fidgeting prawn, but it took me some time because I was also afraid it would bite me! There was this couple who just came, saw me hesitating, the girl shouted across, "WHY DON'T YOU JUST USE YOUR HANDS." I replied, "But I don't dare!" I finally plucked courage and just quickly unhooked it, and threw it into the net. From then on, I had something against that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It began to drizzle after we managed to caught a few, so we headed indoors under shelter, and we decided to try out the other two people-less ponds. Sat there, and within few minutes we caught one! I bet the others were in awe of us, because our catch rate seemed more than theirs. It must be because I had beginner's luck, including the thing about female attraction. Hahahahaha. The same uncle who helped us earlier, came to us and told us that there are no prawns in that pond. Just as he said that, we caught another, this time it was HUGE. I think it's the biggest of our total catch so far. At that point, the other people started to come over and prawn in the same pond, but nonetheless, they had no idea there were no prawns in there. Yeaa, and we stayed there for the rest of our time during the rain, no catch AT ALL. Everyone there at our pond must have been disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once the rain stopped, we shifted to another pond. We sat there and waited slowly for the stupid prawns to get hooked. I always caught the smaller ones, and Huishi always got the bigger ones. But putting on the bait and unhooking the prawn from the bait, it seemed like a routine. I saw the same couple catching a prawn, and she is like a pot calling the kettle black... no that's not right, I don't know how to put it. But she's like worse off than us. Her boyfriend managed to catch one, and she borrowed a pair of scissors from her neighbour. OMG guess what, she didn't even dare use her hands, she was so terrified even by using the scissors. She freaked out and jumped each time she tried to cut the prawn's pincers. LOSER LOR! I think she jealous that we were so lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It was getting late, and it started to pour as we wanted to leave. What bad timing! Initially wanted to barbeque our prawns there, but because of the rain, we decided to go to her place and cook them! The staff there super nice! They actually offered us to use their umbrella and brought us to the bus stop. Back at Boon Lay, we had to run to Huishi's house, and we were all drench by the time we got to her door step. I cooked the prawns with butter and garlic, while Huishi was taking a bath. The prawns so big, so meaty, eat also shiok! What a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nearer to sunset, I met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Jurong East platform, and I was elated to see her after such a long time! Had so much to fill her in with and vice versa. She can practically laugh at my stupid and not-so-funny jokes, and not make me feel like a fool. We went to Chilli Padi at Bugis for Nonya buffet dinner, and sat there till we were the last to leave. Thanks for the treat love! I still expect the written card or hand-drawn wishes you promised me ahhhhhhhh! We took 66 back home together, but alighted because the bus stank badly because of *ahem*, and took 157. I then realised that the bus doesn't go to her place! She wanted to walk home, so I walked her to at least a third of her distance. On my way back home, I chatted with boyfriend Chua on the phone because it struck 12 already and he wanted to wish me. He was telling me to be careful and be wary of banglahs around, later they rape me. Up till the lift, he cut the line, but I wasn't the least surprised because it always happens. Along the corridor, after a turn, I was caught by surprise and shock, because I thought there was a banglah standing there, waiting to rape me. Little did I know, it was Boyfriend Chua standing there with sunflower! He was in cahoots with Nicole, to coordinate the time to surprise me. Thanks again double love :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/4 Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's my actual birthday and I was perked with joy juice! &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weijie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had things planned out for me, for the entire day till the night. In the morning, we went to East Coast Park with the initial plan to roller-blade, which was something I had always wanted Weijie to do, because he's someone who doesn't like to try new things, and of course, for me to laugh at. HAHAHAHA. However, change of plans because we wanted to try lobstering. The place was better furnished than the one at Taman Jurong, and there were two types of fishing available. Freshwater Prawning, and Seawater fishing- which had Tiger prawns, lobsters, and fishes. Since I've already tried the freshwater prawning with Huishi, I wanted to try the seawater one although it costs more at $45 for 3 hours. For the first 5 minutes, we made friends with a few uncles who tried to catch tiger prawns with their hands for us. They were experienced at fishing, and knew when was the time to do so. We also made friends with another guy who was about our age, and he too fishes as a hobby. He's damn good, he managed to catch 6 big fishes during his time period there. Since we were already friends, he insisted on giving us his own catch, and kept helping us hand-grab tiger prawns. In total we managed to catch 26 tiger prawns with our bare hands! We left our rod and prawns with our new friend, and went ahead for lunch at the Korean BBQ Restaurant. We had the unlimited BBQ meat buffet, and i swear we ate until we almost died of bloatedness. Boyfriend Chua went to get the prawns from New Friend, and off we went home to get changed and dressed up for dinner. We were too late for our initial plan, which was to watch movie and sit GMax at Clarke Quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0VsJwAI/AAAAAAAACrA/4mIU53b0lQk/s1600-h/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We each parted at Jurong to go back home, and met back an hour later. Weijie gave me a bouquet of roses, which totalled up to 19 roses, each rose representing my age. Took the bus down, and rushed down to Modesto's to make it in time for the reservation. At the entrance, the railings were decorated with balloons and a happy birthday banner. So i muttered to Weijie, "Is this for me? Hahaha." Of course jokingly, I still had no idea. Then when we walked in, i saw Lissa. I thought to myself, maybe coincidentally they were celebrating for Jacq too. Weijie was tugging me aside, as if he was trying to "protect" me, in the sense that I may feel sad that it wasn't for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0VsJwAI/AAAAAAAACrA/4mIU53b0lQk/s1600-h/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0VsJwAI/AAAAAAAACrA/4mIU53b0lQk/s1600-h/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326143980879874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0VsJwAI/AAAAAAAACrA/4mIU53b0lQk/s400/bday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;However, we walked in that direction, and Ta-dah! It was for me! I was too shocked to say anything, all I could do was throw hugs at everyone. All I knew I was very very happy, that all these were done for me :) &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Kim, Natalie, Charmaine, Fenny, Clement, Joshua, Evan, Lissa, Jane, and not forgetting Boyfriend Chua.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I never expected him to throw me this surprise, because I always thought he was lousy at planning such stuff, but he proved me wrong :) I had no clue at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0mgkE6I/AAAAAAAACrI/SqXI8UyTqlo/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326148495676322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0mgkE6I/AAAAAAAACrI/SqXI8UyTqlo/s400/bday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0zCwGnI/AAAAAAAACrY/SROKny6LSq0/s1600-h/bday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326151860296306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0zCwGnI/AAAAAAAACrY/SROKny6LSq0/s400/bday4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shared pizza, Spinach baked pasta, al funghi penne. My birthday cake from chocolate truffle cake from Cedele was heavenly sinful. They actually used relighting candles, so I had to blow out and blow and blow and blow. Hahahaha. I guess it took me at least 1 minute to extinguish the candles. Chatted with them, took pictures, and it was time to meet Fel and the rest to club! GG got me this really &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiXaHrFGRdI/AAAAAAAACp4/dsSV9cCZcp8/s1600-h/2998_65684144540_536554540_1646797_2663593_n-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huge Princess castle balloon, which could totally block off my half upper body when I put it in front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It really got me wondering how hard my time was going to be at the club. Distributed the other helium balloons to everyone, to "lighten" my load. Was late in meeting the others, and I was grabbing loads of attention with the big bouquet, cards, and balloons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0nGNTRI/AAAAAAAACrQ/4VCLslEhZ10/s1600-h/bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326148653567250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO0nGNTRI/AAAAAAAACrQ/4VCLslEhZ10/s400/bday3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO04tUmLI/AAAAAAAACrg/2mllc6dsj_Y/s1600-h/bday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326153381025970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SidO04tUmLI/AAAAAAAACrg/2mllc6dsj_Y/s400/bday5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Met&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Gary and his group of friends, Felicia, Amanda, and Xiangyun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Felicia and Xiangyun got me a cake, and XY kept mentioning that I'd better like it because it costs them 50 bucks. Hahahaha, and I believed it. We walked over to St. James, and weren't too optimistic about queuing up. Good thing for us, Fel's boyfriend was in the house, so we managed to get his bouncer friend to get us in. The balloons were definitely an obstruction in anyone's way in th crowd. We were 'granted access' to the VIP lounge, so good thing for me, I did not have to worry about the balloons in the locker. There was no way I could even shuff the balloon into the locker, as the locker was only 1/4 the size of the balloon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gary and his group of friends had another ideal place in mind, but Gary so indecisive, want to come in, don't want to come. So they old people decided to go somewhere else for older people. HAHAAHA - this is a direct comment to Gary only. Anyway thanks for coming Gary! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, back to St. James. Wheweee!Cut cake time, and we asked Fel's boyfriend's friends to join us and share the cake with us, made friends just 5 minutes ago, and we were in for a group photo. Hahaha! How sporting eh. Told XY the cake tasted like the oreo cheesecake she made before, and it was surely good and tasty. The next thing she said was, "Yah, because we baked it for you." AWW MAN! Shucks, touched me loads. Hahaha. They gave me a handmade card, reload that again. Hahaa. Thanks Fel, thanks XiangYun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We went out to get drinks, and the most I had was only a bottle of Hoegarden, wouldn't want to have vomit in my mouth at the end of the whole thing again. Thank god, for being conscious in such a crowd, I totally didn't enjoy myself, besides the fact that I was not "high", the word crowded is not even close to what we experienced, it was packed like tuna, not even sardines. Space-less to dance, moving through the crowd was as good as grinding everyone. Queuing to re-enter the place killed our mood to dance. We stayed all the way till next morning 5am, believe it or not! Now it was time to think of getting out of St. James with those balloons. Tugged it out with many people wishing me happy birthday and passing remarks and comments about the balloons. I tried my very best to not whack people with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So my final say is that, St. James totally sucked, boo boo thumbs down. But because of the company, my night was better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Took a cab down with Amanda to Johnathan's birthday chalet. When we reached, everyone was already sleeping except for &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jon, Jingyi and Alicia&lt;/span&gt;! They hadn't slept! I spent $50 on cab to and fro, by just saying hi, sleeping there for a few hours, then turn back home. I was so tired that I konked out once I reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I read this on Gary's blog and I think it is utterly hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Went out to celebrate Elis birthday. Firstly, &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to Elis, one year older already, so grown up and don't like a children still carry balloon to clubbing haha.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, sorry for not joining you all at the power house. It super crowded like siao, &lt;strong&gt;not suitable for us la&lt;/strong&gt;, and thanks Felicia for signing us in for free :)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Since you say Sabai so fun, we shall go Sabai the next time alright! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Although your review sounded like it's for the older generation, &lt;em&gt;"So we change to Sabai, and to our utterly dismay, we found that entry to Sabai for ladies is 18 year old. So Elis they all should have came here initially, that will definately made her birthday a remarkable enjoyable. Cos I don't think power house is anywhere near fun cause they have been going outside to walk quite a few time.&lt;strong&gt;Sabai was cosy and big. Live band very standard. They sing in English, Chinese, Cantonese and Hokkienese.&lt;/strong&gt; Good mix of song. &lt;strong&gt;Alternate 1 hour, DJ will stream very nice R&amp;amp;B and English Pop so if you wanna work so fats, that is the time.&lt;/strong&gt; Alternatively, &lt;strong&gt;you can also drink and enjoy music they sing. Still got dancer somemore. Very pro like that.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sorry Gary, I can't help it, you are too cute that's why I'm posting funny paragraphs from your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;12/4 Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Had a treat from Dad at Swensens, and it was time to meet up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Threesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We arranged to meet at Botanical Gardens, no one reached at the supposed timing, but each was later than the other. By the time we reached, it was near evening time already. I went there empty handed initially, and both of them came with their 'barang barang'. It was all our picnic food. I felt so loved! They prepared lots of food for me us to eat! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Huiqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made her specialty - homemade pizza bread, and banana pancake (thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Huinan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too!) which has become my new favourite! &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted to make her specialty - Luncheon meat Sushi! But she overslept, but still, she bought lots of food that we definitely could not finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We found a spot on the big plot of grass, and laid out the picnic mat Huiqi brought, and like aunties, used all the remaining plastic bags as our seats. We had so much to eat and talk, that we chatted all the way into the night, there was no way to execute their initial plan on bringing me to Haji Lane! It was getting dark, so we moved our position to just below the lamppost. If not we cannot see what we eating, and the next thing we would know is eating ants! It was 9 pm already, by the time we left! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Love you guys loads! Thanks for all the planning and the food made with love! Hahaha. I definitely enjoyed my day with you, threesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1040511840856851432?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1040511840856851432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1040511840856851432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1040511840856851432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1040511840856851432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-19th-birthday-e-lis.html' title='Happy 19th Birthday E-lis!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SiXdQzyJzOI/AAAAAAAACqA/MQjptsDdWJA/s72-c/bday19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7359935238126356167</id><published>2009-04-02T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:49:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HONG KONG, I'M COMING! Counting down - 2.5 months to go...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7359935238126356167?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7359935238126356167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7359935238126356167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7359935238126356167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7359935238126356167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/04/hong-kong-im-coming-counting-down-2.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8041004129610418779</id><published>2009-04-01T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:49:54.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Standard Operating Procedure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;equates to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid Old Plans.&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/19456646-8041004129610418779?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8041004129610418779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8041004129610418779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8041004129610418779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8041004129610418779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/04/standard-operating-procedure-equates-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5104193722616816099</id><published>2009-03-22T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:34:08.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xoxo&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/19456646-5104193722616816099?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5104193722616816099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5104193722616816099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5104193722616816099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5104193722616816099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/03/gg.html' title='GG'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6468168466198522102</id><published>2009-03-15T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:35:02.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced ice cubes falling from the sky? Well, I did! We were in the cab when the cloudburst came down in buckets. I was startled by a hard knock, because the cab driver ran over a hump without slowing down. Don't blame him, because the view was indeed misty white. Rain drops falling on the windows, with a slight pither pather sound movement, followed by loud clanks and clatter once we entered Jurong area near my place. And we saw diamond-like pieces falling onto the windscreen! OMG. HOW COOL! Looked to the side, and saw a guy hiding under a tree with his bicycle. I wondered how many bruises would he have on his head. The wind made us feel like we were in the midst of typhoon, shop racks were collapsing and falling over, tree branches felled by lightning strikes. The whole entire drainage area was overflowing with disgusting brown water; the corridors along the 10th floor was also flooded, and our neighbours' shoes and potted plants were "swimming" in the puddle. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, and hallelujah, our balcony and living room was soaking wet; brother's entire room was wet till the door, his CPU and keyboard was drenched; and good thing for me, my room's windows were kept shut, which kept my bed clean and dry. HEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the IT Fair with my brother, to go and get my laptop. YAY YAY YAY. Now I've got myself a netbook, Fujitsu M1010HXH for $888! It's a bit on the pricey side, but I guess it's worth it! For the size &amp;amp; weight, 3-year warranty, freebies, and also a new friend found, Harris! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks bro (if you ever read my blog), you had been such an irritating sucker, but it was good quality sibling time spent together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-6468168466198522102?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/6468168466198522102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=6468168466198522102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6468168466198522102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6468168466198522102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever-experienced-ice-cubes.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5817069897322946369</id><published>2009-03-06T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:12:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I finally bought my first pair of &lt;strong&gt;Nine West&lt;/strong&gt; shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5817069897322946369?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5817069897322946369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5817069897322946369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5817069897322946369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5817069897322946369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-bought-my-first-pair-of-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5768521894299070638</id><published>2009-03-04T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:18:11.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a week of catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a hilariously good time at Double O with Gary, Benson, Felicia, Xiangyun and Guo An. It was a really interesting and new clubbing experience, and thank you XY for making it so special. HAHAHA. It's a secret between the 6 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated Huishi out on Sunday, and we had a rollicking good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at Orchard with XY and Fel, and dinner with Amanda on two consecutive days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5768521894299070638?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5768521894299070638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5768521894299070638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5768521894299070638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5768521894299070638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-week-of-catching-up.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7470900463115993068</id><published>2009-02-14T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:25:03.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, dining at TCC, BBQ at night. We are just all about eating. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Amanda mummy for teaching me make-up! And mummy Huiqi for sacrificing herself to be my model for my practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7470900463115993068?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7470900463115993068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7470900463115993068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7470900463115993068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7470900463115993068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-cooking-dining-at.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5402080147964472</id><published>2009-02-08T00:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:48:54.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTORIA SECRET Sexy Trio Bags!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V269080_COMBO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 572px" alt="" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V269080_COMBO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;VICTORIA SECRET'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags, High-waisted shorts, fashion tops, Houndstooth plaid skirts, denim vest! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5402080147964472?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5402080147964472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5402080147964472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5402080147964472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5402080147964472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/02/victoria-secret-sexy-trio-bags.html' title='VICTORIA SECRET Sexy Trio Bags!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5639623645165315164</id><published>2009-02-07T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:00:13.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suntanning with ya'll girls was GOOOOOOOD. More please?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5639623645165315164?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5639623645165315164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5639623645165315164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5639623645165315164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5639623645165315164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/02/suntanning-with-yall-girls-was.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-4035802430934704340</id><published>2009-01-23T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:28:33.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:80;"&gt;SCREW YOU PROJECTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-4035802430934704340?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/4035802430934704340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=4035802430934704340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4035802430934704340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4035802430934704340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/screw-you-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-296428350948006123</id><published>2009-01-18T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:30:33.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm lost for words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sudden.&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/19456646-296428350948006123?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/296428350948006123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=296428350948006123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/296428350948006123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/296428350948006123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-lost-for-words.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-181481610515863560</id><published>2009-01-18T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:08:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy early Birthday Natalie!</title><content type='html'>Still waiting for pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie's&lt;/strong&gt; Birthday Bash at Sentosa Cove was great, like wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gossip Girls shared to buy clip ons in an open umbrella shape, where you can clip anything, from pictures to decorations. It wasn't cheap, but we bought it anyway because we were tipped off that Natalie liked it very much.&lt;br /&gt;We all took the bus in from Harbour Front Interchange, and both Charmaine and my first response was, LIFE SUCKS. Hahaha. It didn't feel like we were in Singapore, the place was simply beautiful. Come on, Sentosa Cove = home for the rich and famous, those houses there worth millions! We alighted at Ocean Drive, at some open pavillion by the sea, near Elton's place. Initially, it was two distinct groups, because we were Natalie's Fairfield friends, while the other bunch was Natalie and Elton's friends. We'd somehow or rather felt weird, because we didn't talk to the other group. But okay lah, it wasn't so bad. We took jillion of pictures. Our entire clique held on to Lomography cameras, DSLRs, SLRs, and compact cameras, all snapping away. Catered food, Party hats, whacking the Pinata, what else could we think of for a party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton's family owns a Buggy to themselves, we were like, "WHAT?! Wahhhh.." We took the Buggy to Elton's home, and Viola! The dream home that we all fancy. Hahaha. Proceeded to Elton's room, and he had a balcony to himself! The yacht and motor boats were parked behind the house, and there were no barriers along the houses. I'm like so so so so envious lah! I wanna live life like this, how I wish to own one of those expensive yachts, but I think it's impossible no matter how hard I work. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie cut her birthday cake, and it was very chocolatey and yummy! Elton cleaned the place up with a hello kitty cloth, and Nat said it was actually his face towel! So funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed down to One Degree 15, to check out the race festival for the Volvo Ocean Race 2008-2009. We listened to performances by the playing local band E.I.C- standing for Eurasian.Indian.Chinese. Hahaha. They are actually very good, and they usually play at Wala Wala @ Holland Village, and also Timbre substation. Will go there some time with Gossip Girls to chill out and hear them perform again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this huge blown-up pool, put people into giant inflatable balls and let them roll around on shallow water. Natalie, Fenny, Clement, Carmelle and her boyfriend Caleb, and myself, all queued up for 45 minutes to be in that ball. Hahaha. The couples paired themselves up, and Natalie and I paired up. Most of the people queuing were kids, except for us and two adults. Weijie stood by and took pictures of us. Nat and I were the first to get into the ball, and it was hilarious right from the first step into the water. We tried to run like hamsters, and kept falling down again and again. We laughed uncontrollably, which made it difficult for us to stand up again. Whenever I was lying down, Natalie ran like a hamster, and I looked like clothes spinning in a washing machine. Vice Versa for Nat! There were several times that we fell onto each other, and stepped on each other's hair. The staff there laughed at us and said that we looked like we were eating each other out. We played for quite a while, maybe it was because we tried to run in the other direction when they were bringing us back. It was full of mirthfulness and hilarity! But also very tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the Sailing simulator,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijie and I went to see the sailboats, and the PumaV070 looked the best! Red and black, with the crouching jaguar/cheetah/tiger/cat on the sail. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the Grinding Challenge at one of the booths, and I won Natalie by a bit. Tiring! I would have lost terribly if I were in a mini race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked our things, waved goodbye, and shared cab with Nat and Weijie to go home.&lt;br /&gt;We realised that we didn't have dinner, so I asked the cab driver to alight me at Macdonald's, to grab a pack of Curly Fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Natalie, glad to know you had a great time, and Happy 19th Birthday in advance! The last time you will be having a ONE in front of your age! Not young anymore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-181481610515863560?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/181481610515863560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=181481610515863560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/181481610515863560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/181481610515863560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-early-birthday-natalie.html' title='Happy early Birthday Natalie!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8935039961581128066</id><published>2009-01-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:45:29.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My "fat" pregnant sister has gone back to Sweden already :(&lt;br /&gt;Nextly, can't wait to see her tummy become smaller again, that's when the "fat kid" is out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-8935039961581128066?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8935039961581128066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8935039961581128066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8935039961581128066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8935039961581128066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fat-pregnant-sister-has-gone-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8856095092340803505</id><published>2009-01-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:35:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXSies!</title><content type='html'>Finally got to rendezvous with my favourite girls; Sheryl-lynn, Nicole(Xinmin)0 and Suyin! I missed them so much, and Suyin's going to Australia's UWA to further her studies. We are so gonna miss her and she's so gonna miss out in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about chinese idioms, chinese history, and anything to do with our own cheena background. Hahaha. I feel so ashamed now, knowing that I have poor knowledge of my own roots! It was back to back with all the dirty talks and camwhoring sessions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-8856095092340803505?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8856095092340803505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8856095092340803505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8856095092340803505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8856095092340803505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/sexsies.html' title='SEXSies!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2127063911847509505</id><published>2009-01-13T00:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:55:01.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtyK4MwZAI/AAAAAAAACm8/yxVGRLIqSGg/s1600-h/s1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290447718486926338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtyK4MwZAI/AAAAAAAACm8/yxVGRLIqSGg/s400/s1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:40;"&gt;This is me and my new-found-love, &lt;em&gt;SLR Nikon FM&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtyK2-StvI/AAAAAAAACnE/du9-rCQURsI/s1600-h/s2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290447718157825778" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtyK2-StvI/AAAAAAAACnE/du9-rCQURsI/s400/s2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Now Weijie should be happy because we can now go scouting for places to snap at, TOGETHER. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2127063911847509505?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2127063911847509505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2127063911847509505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2127063911847509505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2127063911847509505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-me-and-my-new-slr-baby-nikon-fm.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtyK4MwZAI/AAAAAAAACm8/yxVGRLIqSGg/s72-c/s1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6592795949614090860</id><published>2009-01-12T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:30:51.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The senior main committee celebrated the joker, the banglah, and the idiot's birthday. We ate dinner at Aston's, and then headed down to Giraffe after that. Blew out candles, played with whip cream, and injured Guo An by accident. Ordered a Hoegarden's white beer, and just chilled the night away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-6592795949614090860?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/6592795949614090860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=6592795949614090860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6592795949614090860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6592795949614090860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/senior-main-committee-celebrated-joker.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2585698217113616491</id><published>2009-01-11T15:04:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:56:27.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first roll of film!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbuC4QabI/AAAAAAAACk8/FaG77vi4Ly8/s1600-h/fm5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423033881717170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbuC4QabI/AAAAAAAACk8/FaG77vi4Ly8/s400/fm5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijie's Canon SLR, taken with my Nikon SLR! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;I'm so so so &lt;strong&gt;in LOVE with SLRs&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;It's so much more fun than DSLRs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first attempt at taking pictures with Dad's 28 year old Nikon FM camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some pictures from my first roll of film!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbub3fq5I/AAAAAAAAClE/_Ln-33WXl5c/s1600-h/fm6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423040589409170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbub3fq5I/AAAAAAAAClE/_Ln-33WXl5c/s400/fm6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's old camera box bag on the staircase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcioArhwI/AAAAAAAACmk/FONKa9c9Ncw/s1600-h/fm17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423937202358018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcioArhwI/AAAAAAAACmk/FONKa9c9Ncw/s400/fm17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic playground brings back fun memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtciCeaPtI/AAAAAAAACmc/dtdDTj_mOg4/s1600-h/fm16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423927126507218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtciCeaPtI/AAAAAAAACmc/dtdDTj_mOg4/s400/fm16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over exposure :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWmf2i6Q6TI/AAAAAAAACks/A8E2Bfu4G6k/s1600-h/fm4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289934996756293938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWmf2i6Q6TI/AAAAAAAACks/A8E2Bfu4G6k/s400/fm4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salon's towels hung out to dry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcg95AnLI/AAAAAAAACmE/8-bOV4n6MNs/s1600-h/fm13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423908716027058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcg95AnLI/AAAAAAAACmE/8-bOV4n6MNs/s400/fm13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairstylist Yoou trimming Weijie's bushy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423927385741890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtciDcN2kI/AAAAAAAACmU/HfGRw8remWI/s400/fm15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bowl of Bak Kut Teh would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtchiPao5I/AAAAAAAACmM/4-C3CQacKdE/s1600-h/fm14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423918473683858" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtchiPao5I/AAAAAAAACmM/4-C3CQacKdE/s400/fm14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sephora! (Spot the bird on top of the lamp.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWmfeENcqVI/AAAAAAAACkU/8bOjgaKDdig/s1600-h/fm1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289934576198396242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWmfeENcqVI/AAAAAAAACkU/8bOjgaKDdig/s400/fm1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver on the expressway to Changi Airport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcSnnMj_I/AAAAAAAACl0/8j351pP_WuM/s1600-h/fm11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423662217564146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcSnnMj_I/AAAAAAAACl0/8j351pP_WuM/s400/fm11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Grandmother carrying chubby and adorable baby at Changi Airport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcS3gZh8I/AAAAAAAACl8/m3EjBWevMTk/s1600-h/fm12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423666484021186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcS3gZh8I/AAAAAAAACl8/m3EjBWevMTk/s400/fm12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys buying ice-cream, and posing for my picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcSoitSmI/AAAAAAAAClk/LYVPdvLnZgE/s1600-h/fm9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423662467172962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcSoitSmI/AAAAAAAAClk/LYVPdvLnZgE/s400/fm9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls just wanna have fun! The girl jumping off the stand.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it wasn't clear, didn't manage to focus properly :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbusyoDQI/AAAAAAAAClU/XaYwLHwjLw0/s1600-h/fm8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423045132389634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbusyoDQI/AAAAAAAAClU/XaYwLHwjLw0/s400/fm8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijie and his Canon SLR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcSaWSA6I/AAAAAAAAClc/_sx9h_P555E/s1600-h/fm7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423658656957346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtcSaWSA6I/AAAAAAAAClc/_sx9h_P555E/s400/fm7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis with her newly permed 'poodle' hairstyle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbtlf5ddI/AAAAAAAACk0/0W-n0JYBuJk/s1600-h/fm3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423025994921426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbtlf5ddI/AAAAAAAACk0/0W-n0JYBuJk/s400/fm3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urbanization with pretty sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWmfjgBixoI/AAAAAAAACkc/JlkG0iYFh1U/s1600-h/fm2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289934669564003970" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWmfjgBixoI/AAAAAAAACkc/JlkG0iYFh1U/s400/fm2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2585698217113616491?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2585698217113616491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2585698217113616491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2585698217113616491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2585698217113616491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-roll-of-film.html' title='my first roll of film!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtbuC4QabI/AAAAAAAACk8/FaG77vi4Ly8/s72-c/fm5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7732210962285497056</id><published>2009-01-11T14:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:55:56.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED CLIFF totally rocked!</title><content type='html'>Red Cliff 2 is a fantastic movie! It is so action packed and rollicking that I didn't fall asleep throughout the movie nor did my eyes even leave the screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late after the movie, and it got us worrying when our two "casualties", One semi-crippled and one pregnant, started running for the last MRT train. Good for us that they are safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7732210962285497056?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7732210962285497056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7732210962285497056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7732210962285497056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7732210962285497056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-cliff-totally-rocked.html' title='RED CLIFF totally rocked!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2008824571522401563</id><published>2008-12-29T00:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:12:19.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Huiqi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;e&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKhKeB1WI/AAAAAAAACnk/bIWGR6gy6aA/s1600-h/hq3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474489627399522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKhKeB1WI/AAAAAAAACnk/bIWGR6gy6aA/s400/hq3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREESOME&lt;/strong&gt; went out to have some threesome fun for Fatty Huiqi's birthday.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Amanda and I intended to throw her a mild and pleasant surprise, which was to treat her to the Korean BBQ at West Coast, a sub-branch of the Korean BBQ Restaurant at East Coast Park. The restaurant is only opposite Haw Par Villa, so it was reasonably accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD, the stupid Korean BBQ buffet will only start during dinner time on Mondays. Fortunately, we didn't go all the way down to East Coast Park and meet with this disappointment. I so totally felt like throwing a tantrum outside the restaurant, and whine like a stupid bitch. We even joked that we could try to coax the manager to make an exception, by whining "Oppah!" Hahaha. Nah Poon Ji Sha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474503467764146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKh-B1CbI/AAAAAAAACn0/bi_pWQc-LlI/s400/hq5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;/p&gt;So with melted down heavy hearts, we took the bus down, with another intention to try the Korean Restaurant at Far East. Along the journey, when we were at Chinatown, we made an impromptu decision to have a Dim Sum buffet at Tian Jin Restaurant. HAHAHA. That totally lifted up our spirits. It wasn't tea time yet, so we walked around the area, and discovered a restaurant that sells really good desserts, Jing Jing Restaurant. Hahaha, all the restaurant names are so ridiculously funny but easy to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuLSWMJUOI/AAAAAAAACoE/mFy7PFj9EVM/s1600-h/hq7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475334587207906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuLSWMJUOI/AAAAAAAACoE/mFy7PFj9EVM/s400/hq7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black glutinous rice with ice-cream in coconut,&lt;br /&gt;Mango with Coconut ice,&lt;br /&gt;Durian fried in Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Feeling satisfied with our desserts, we headed to Tian Jin restaurant for our Dim Sum buffet! We stuffed ourselves to the very max we could, primary purpose was to make our money worth. HAHAHA. Ok lah, that was for me. We ate like pigs, and we decided to give ourselves a new name. We'd be the replica of the Dim Sum Dollies, and call ourselves the Dim Sum Fatties! Sounds good eh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475328776046402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuLSAiqB0I/AAAAAAAACn8/5lu3K48pIW8/s400/hq6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DIM SUM FATTIES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475348970717458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuLTLxcQRI/AAAAAAAACoc/izieOQxNfKA/s400/hq10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like she's doing something else. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuLS7EC7tI/AAAAAAAACoU/tJkIPjSZOZM/s1600-h/hq9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475344485347026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuLS7EC7tI/AAAAAAAACoU/tJkIPjSZOZM/s400/hq9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim Sum Buffet menu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuLSwBHSTI/AAAAAAAACoM/ndrNWkovACw/s1600-h/hq8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290475341520259378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuLSwBHSTI/AAAAAAAACoM/ndrNWkovACw/s400/hq8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide selection!&lt;/p&gt;Our tummies were happy, but we needed to digest some of the food. We walked down from Chinatown to Orchard, and we again, discovered many stores down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuNE7hZqzI/AAAAAAAACok/Ib16bDA3m1Q/s1600-h/hq11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290477303113558834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuNE7hZqzI/AAAAAAAACok/Ib16bDA3m1Q/s400/hq11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKhc4WJnI/AAAAAAAACns/8MRs8EWWQzk/s1600-h/hq4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474494569621106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKhc4WJnI/AAAAAAAACns/8MRs8EWWQzk/s400/hq4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKgtb5YvI/AAAAAAAACnc/OC8VTX9MqGA/s1600-h/hq2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474481833829106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKgtb5YvI/AAAAAAAACnc/OC8VTX9MqGA/s400/hq2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Huiqi, hopefully you enjoyed the treat from Amanda and I, and hope you'd like the presents we got you. We love you always :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKgv8KZyI/AAAAAAAACnU/ActsQcQij6M/s1600-h/hq1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474482506032930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKgv8KZyI/AAAAAAAACnU/ActsQcQij6M/s400/hq1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2008824571522401563?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2008824571522401563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2008824571522401563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2008824571522401563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2008824571522401563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-belated-birthday-huiqi.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Huiqi!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWuKhKeB1WI/AAAAAAAACnk/bIWGR6gy6aA/s72-c/hq3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1867045301571013474</id><published>2008-12-25T13:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:00:36.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY XMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8e64aVMI/AAAAAAAAChc/UL-74sKDZuA/s1600-h/c13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287855414385988802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8e64aVMI/AAAAAAAAChc/UL-74sKDZuA/s320/c13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve morning was spent with Amanda and Johnathan, not to chill out together, but to visit a site for our project. What a way to celebrate! Unfortunately, we didn't manage to enter the site of construction for upgrading, because weather wasn't very good, and plus I think it's a day off for banglahs since it's a public holiday eve, half day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijie and I were late to meet Fenny and Clement at Marina Square. Instead of watching them shop for each other's presents, they in turn had to wait for me to shop around for Shermaine's (niece) birthday present. I bumped into YunXing and Alex several times, like as if we were stalking each other! Saw Jacqueline too, how coincidental. Gosh, how I miss them :(( Before we left to go to our respective destinations, we walked over to Esplanade's Chocz to have a scrumptuous chocolate truffle cake to satisfy our sweet tooth. We actually ordered a whole cake and shared it. Chocolate truffles are never enough, we are sooo going back for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtovm5Y-HI/AAAAAAAACm0/Qea1DMHWeHY/s1600-h/cake1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290437354381178994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtovm5Y-HI/AAAAAAAACm0/Qea1DMHWeHY/s400/cake1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Weijie sent me back home to wrap Shermaine's present before he went for his own event. Went over to eldest uncle's house for a christmas get-together. Food was cold and scarce by the time I got there, and it sure was boring. Had a great chat with Valerie, and soon it was time to blow out candles and cut cake for Shermaine's and cousin Pauline's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas seemed like Chinese New Year, because I received red packets from everyone except a Guess bag from cousin Pauline. The christmas spirit is dying off in the family, no more anticipation till 12am, no more excitement from opening the presents. I even went back home before striking 25december 12am, when I usually would stay overnight. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtovfFgNmI/AAAAAAAACms/5AKh-vegXHA/s1600-h/c1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290437352284501602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWtovfFgNmI/AAAAAAAACms/5AKh-vegXHA/s400/c1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was christmas day and I was looking forward to whip up a meal at Clement's house with the same double date. The four of us met up during mid-afternoon at Bukit Timah Plaza's NTUC finest. I swear it's really not cheap. 300g of mince pork was 8bucks! I think so, can't remember. We shopped for the ingredients for our dinner menu, and I picked up the big white portbello mushrooms and cheese and put them in the cart. We cabbed back to his house with all the grocery bags although it was really near his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took all the food out once we reached back, and went up to Clement's room to play some card games to kill time. Soon, it was time to COOK! Yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8fFi6hpI/AAAAAAAAChk/FighVNyT19o/s1600-h/c14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287855417248614034" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8fFi6hpI/AAAAAAAAChk/FighVNyT19o/s320/c14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This steamer/ cooker/ griller/ toaster, is damn fucking amazing! It does wonders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8eVdf9XI/AAAAAAAAChM/WzNntGH9koI/s1600-h/c11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287855404340999538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8eVdf9XI/AAAAAAAAChM/WzNntGH9koI/s320/c11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEFEN!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI28NkwRsI/AAAAAAAACgU/5Suhv8sWNu0/s1600-h/c4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849320550254274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI28NkwRsI/AAAAAAAACgU/5Suhv8sWNu0/s320/c4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms stuffed with Ham and Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;These were the stuffed mushrooms that I MADE. With a LITTLE BIT of help from Clement. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI28S-46gI/AAAAAAAACgc/gjvwCvoiy6M/s1600-h/c5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849322002049538" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI28S-46gI/AAAAAAAACgc/gjvwCvoiy6M/s320/c5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijie's dishes- Mushroom Bacon Wrap, Bacon Rosti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3JQwkzLI/AAAAAAAACgk/sZzCopFX5DY/s1600-h/c6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849544743439538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3JQwkzLI/AAAAAAAACgk/sZzCopFX5DY/s320/c6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fenny's grilled Salmon with Indonesian black sauce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWt2tmVsqUI/AAAAAAAACnM/Zx2wVBzzD7k/s1600-h/c3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290452713034524994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWt2tmVsqUI/AAAAAAAACnM/Zx2wVBzzD7k/s400/c3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Christmas dinner!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dinner was good, and I'm super proud of the stuffed mushrooms, it was delicious! Hahaha, followed by Fenny's salmon. Clement was supposed to prepare the pasta, but it turned out that his domestic helper and mother did the cooking of pasta. Cheryl joined us to eat, and it was fun watching her and her good ol' brother Clement bicker with so much enthusiasm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I swear Clement's parents are super cute. His mother kept praising our cooking and kept saying, "Wow, you kids know how to cook, very clever ah."&lt;br /&gt;His father was so fascinated over the Magic Vegetable, where you throw the thumbsized rubber thing into the water, and then it would grow bigger over 48 hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3LPO-b0I/AAAAAAAAChE/BLy3i3bFXgA/s1600-h/c10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849578693816130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3LPO-b0I/AAAAAAAAChE/BLy3i3bFXgA/s320/c10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl! She's still as retarded as ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had at least 10 games of Mahjong with his mother's fake Louis Vuittion Mahjong set, and his mom made sure our hands were clean before we touched her LV mahjong set. Cheryl won like several games, and we believe it's because of the feng shui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI27WU6D2I/AAAAAAAACgE/_nKpB_Qw8Gk/s1600-h/c2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849305719836514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI27WU6D2I/AAAAAAAACgE/_nKpB_Qw8Gk/s320/c2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3KH4OLYI/AAAAAAAACg0/nhTiJLVpHZs/s1600-h/c8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849559539461506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3KH4OLYI/AAAAAAAACg0/nhTiJLVpHZs/s320/c8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3J3uw_QI/AAAAAAAACgs/dp8d0egmapU/s1600-h/c7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849555204832514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3J3uw_QI/AAAAAAAACgs/dp8d0egmapU/s320/c7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then played non-gambling card games we could possibly think of, like Heart attack and Bluff. Cheryl was so funny, she always lost at Bluff, because she will put the wrong card down, and then take a very long time to think before she puts a card down. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8em4MPHI/AAAAAAAAChU/plTuB5Q2PmU/s1600-h/c12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287855409016355954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8em4MPHI/AAAAAAAAChU/plTuB5Q2PmU/s320/c12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3KsPgrvI/AAAAAAAACg8/iWqoUfgUYMI/s1600-h/c9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849569300819698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI3KsPgrvI/AAAAAAAACg8/iWqoUfgUYMI/s320/c9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8fXXD6QI/AAAAAAAAChs/EtLieB1c8WQ/s1600-h/c15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287855422030735618" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8fXXD6QI/AAAAAAAAChs/EtLieB1c8WQ/s320/c15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1867045301571013474?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1867045301571013474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1867045301571013474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1867045301571013474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1867045301571013474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-everyone.html' title='MERRY XMAS!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SWI8e64aVMI/AAAAAAAAChc/UL-74sKDZuA/s72-c/c13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5431068052536231483</id><published>2008-12-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:30:10.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Gossip Girls really live up to its name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5431068052536231483?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5431068052536231483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5431068052536231483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5431068052536231483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5431068052536231483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/gossip-girls-really-live-up-to-its-name.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1337966369265092301</id><published>2008-12-22T23:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:21:20.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upset! :(</title><content type='html'>Sometimes even the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; should at least show duly respect to their own children, answer questions properly and cease contradicting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't want us to be what they don't want us to be, then be a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;I wouldn't want to follow in their footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1337966369265092301?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1337966369265092301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1337966369265092301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1337966369265092301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1337966369265092301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/upset.html' title='upset! :('/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2878906205686000430</id><published>2008-12-20T20:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:24:29.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_F5CdeqQI/AAAAAAAACfk/KpsSqdvD66I/s1600-h/nc17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658471632611586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_F5CdeqQI/AAAAAAAACfk/KpsSqdvD66I/s320/nc17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;Night Cycling 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is finally OVER, and it has been a smooth success!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Although it was tiring, I hope everyone had fun at least!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who helped to make this event so smooth sailing, especially to Justin and Benson :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the Student Leaders who made my recee days sooooo freaking fun!&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun to be on the Lorry with Gary and Xiangyun, it was splendidly gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FdKVKbgI/AAAAAAAACes/_mHgIsj_iNg/s1600-h/nc10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282657992708877826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FdKVKbgI/AAAAAAAACes/_mHgIsj_iNg/s320/nc10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just ultra busy with briefings and groupings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_Fqp1dwYI/AAAAAAAACe8/gd1KQHWs72M/s1600-h/nc12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658224504160642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_Fqp1dwYI/AAAAAAAACe8/gd1KQHWs72M/s320/nc12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one distracting thing I can't help noticing is that I can't close my mouth when I'm busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_F5MeWATI/AAAAAAAACfs/W85PR5EjFi8/s1600-h/nc18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658474320593202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_F5MeWATI/AAAAAAAACfs/W85PR5EjFi8/s320/nc18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FdT5C8hI/AAAAAAAACe0/y25843hJIQ8/s1600-h/nc11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282657995275301394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FdT5C8hI/AAAAAAAACe0/y25843hJIQ8/s320/nc11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting you Guo An the UGLY. HAHAHA. He is so going to kill me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FrUcRBtI/AAAAAAAACfc/lTzceoRzCAE/s1600-h/nc16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658235941193426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FrUcRBtI/AAAAAAAACfc/lTzceoRzCAE/s320/nc16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Guo An the UGLY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FbvYhzyI/AAAAAAAACeU/X3ggroI2zMg/s1600-h/nc7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282657968295366434" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FbvYhzyI/AAAAAAAACeU/X3ggroI2zMg/s320/nc7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile! Get that shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FcNKHSxI/AAAAAAAACec/JH3Bjh5SnKk/s1600-h/nc8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282657976287972114" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FcNKHSxI/AAAAAAAACec/JH3Bjh5SnKk/s320/nc8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 odd bicycles laid out neatly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FrDubDkI/AAAAAAAACfU/IxK1z40ONWQ/s1600-h/nc15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658231453945410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FrDubDkI/AAAAAAAACfU/IxK1z40ONWQ/s320/nc15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warming up for the strenuous activity. That's cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FqktGJjI/AAAAAAAACfE/fecdPlZYzrg/s1600-h/nc13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658223126881842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FqktGJjI/AAAAAAAACfE/fecdPlZYzrg/s320/nc13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, we are like soooo excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FqxhohXI/AAAAAAAACfM/zpbeeRHk_oE/s1600-h/nc14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658226568463730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FqxhohXI/AAAAAAAACfM/zpbeeRHk_oE/s320/nc14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look really happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FcsZwDHI/AAAAAAAACek/0bJ2DpVNrf8/s1600-h/nc9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282657984675056754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_FcsZwDHI/AAAAAAAACek/0bJ2DpVNrf8/s320/nc9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look very happy too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_F5tsy7NI/AAAAAAAACf0/NNZxHuHijZ8/s1600-h/nc19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658483239578834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_F5tsy7NI/AAAAAAAACf0/NNZxHuHijZ8/s320/nc19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Danny and his broken-chained bicycle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03Ab0uUyI/AAAAAAAACb0/mrfwzwXGh3o/s1600-h/nc5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281938418583884578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03Ab0uUyI/AAAAAAAACb0/mrfwzwXGh3o/s320/nc5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunrise by the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03AK5aFmI/AAAAAAAACbU/CGZXoPsi0J8/s1600-h/nc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281938414040127074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03AK5aFmI/AAAAAAAACbU/CGZXoPsi0J8/s320/nc1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary is cool when driving the lorry, but he's a bit of a road idiot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281939071599805394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03mcf2g9I/AAAAAAAACb8/0DEjXcjLigQ/s320/nc6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my dear freshies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281938413222194370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03AH2ZbMI/AAAAAAAACbc/JrlPp7kGQtU/s320/nc2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03AaGhr-I/AAAAAAAACbk/SriHyt1rdq8/s1600-h/nc3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281938418121682914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03AaGhr-I/AAAAAAAACbk/SriHyt1rdq8/s320/nc3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yayyyyyy, now I'm left with the stupid photo event!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03AfTcyXI/AAAAAAAACbs/9BQsL6TCDx4/s1600-h/nc4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281938419518065010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU03AfTcyXI/AAAAAAAACbs/9BQsL6TCDx4/s320/nc4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2878906205686000430?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2878906205686000430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2878906205686000430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2878906205686000430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2878906205686000430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-cycling.html' title='Night Cycling'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU_F5CdeqQI/AAAAAAAACfk/KpsSqdvD66I/s72-c/nc17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7622456012060634279</id><published>2008-12-16T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:40:53.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thieves Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6kdCcueI/AAAAAAAACac/McYUm9PzPo0/s1600-h/tm2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281379385966639586" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6kdCcueI/AAAAAAAACac/McYUm9PzPo0/s320/tm2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thieves Market&lt;/span&gt; at Sungei Road&lt;/strong&gt; between Bugis and Little India, and yeah, it lives up to what people call Old Pervs' street. Although there were dirty old men, but there were also the really nice and friendly elderly misters around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was this wooden rubberband gun which caught both or two eyes. It just looked so ancient and hand-made, that we just bought it as soon the first offer was made without a bargain. There were only two of a kind, and at the same time, another uncle was also attracted to it and bought the other one. The Indian uncle who sold the toy gun to us was so whimsicial and amiable, he cracked jokes like telling us to go to Chinatown with the other uncle to have a cowboy showdown with our guns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6kELy65I/AAAAAAAACaU/ajoKL-klIUE/s1600-h/tm1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281379379294956434" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6kELy65I/AAAAAAAACaU/ajoKL-klIUE/s320/tm1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle who has such passion for his toys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6k-9w3MI/AAAAAAAACas/06dPQfu58Vg/s1600-h/tm4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281379395073793218" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6k-9w3MI/AAAAAAAACas/06dPQfu58Vg/s320/tm4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented uncle, like in the olden days when things had to be done yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6k3AjyhI/AAAAAAAACak/NGBVrPvCAZM/s1600-h/tm3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281379392938035730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6k3AjyhI/AAAAAAAACak/NGBVrPvCAZM/s320/tm3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skilled handicrafts. I'd want to learn too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There were, without reservation, countless of good deals, despite them being really crummy and dirty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The first thing we caught sight of when we entered the the street of layed out mats, was this old Leica camera, that I presume can't be used anymore. It was held up for sale at 200dollars. What a deal! But duh, our budget for anything was much lower than that amount. We spotted this Leica leather camera bag, whic I never got to touch it or ask for the price, that CHUA lah! By the time we went back, the Leica collection was all GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We combed the area, and found the Sungei Road Laksa stall that Wikipedia had talked about. Hahaha. And it was more than satisfying, more flavourable than the degrading Katong Laksa at Holland Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Soup Spoon in Bugis Junction, and headed down to Grandma's place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7622456012060634279?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7622456012060634279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7622456012060634279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7622456012060634279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7622456012060634279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/thieves-market.html' title='Thieves Market'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUs6kdCcueI/AAAAAAAACac/McYUm9PzPo0/s72-c/tm2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-171081957220637610</id><published>2008-12-14T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:51:42.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melissa and stephen's joyous day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU0FXhL_N5I/AAAAAAAACbM/0tilvj_PN2I/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281883839579240338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU0FXhL_N5I/AAAAAAAACbM/0tilvj_PN2I/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Melissa and Stephen's wedding dinner @ Marriot Hotel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding was simply beautiful :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281883832495666130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU0FXGzIc9I/AAAAAAAACa0/Mua-hXgFG5s/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU0FXTIfDzI/AAAAAAAACa8/MEQhlL8pbGo/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281883835806453554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU0FXTIfDzI/AAAAAAAACa8/MEQhlL8pbGo/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU0FXgE0QTI/AAAAAAAACbE/ZeKAX2gPSbo/s1600-h/IMG_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281883839280726322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU0FXgE0QTI/AAAAAAAACbE/ZeKAX2gPSbo/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/19456646-171081957220637610?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/171081957220637610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=171081957220637610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/171081957220637610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/171081957220637610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/melissa-and-stephens-wedding-dinner.html' title='melissa and stephen&apos;s joyous day'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU0FXhL_N5I/AAAAAAAACbM/0tilvj_PN2I/s72-c/IMG_1708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-3476885567451986186</id><published>2008-12-13T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:55:06.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:80;"&gt;COMMON TESTS ARE OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night cycling recee with the year ones was quick and fun! A lot of talk out sessions and cracking of jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-3476885567451986186?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/3476885567451986186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=3476885567451986186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/3476885567451986186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/3476885567451986186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/common-tests-are-over-but-there-still.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-4652290720320201226</id><published>2008-12-07T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:22:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Chartered Volunteer 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU065UGCEII/AAAAAAAACd0/e-6m5F0277c/s1600-h/sc15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942694296424578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU065UGCEII/AAAAAAAACd0/e-6m5F0277c/s320/sc15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU07HqY3t-I/AAAAAAAACd8/_wQmiCFBA3o/s1600-h/sc16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942940799186914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU07HqY3t-I/AAAAAAAACd8/_wQmiCFBA3o/s320/sc16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STANDARD CHARTERED MARATHON 2008, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WAS THERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ran the Full Marathon and Half Marathon, you would have met me at Drinks Station 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06s77qSkI/AAAAAAAACc0/EmFj-DGy-sE/s1600-h/sc7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942481652042306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06s77qSkI/AAAAAAAACc0/EmFj-DGy-sE/s320/sc7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU07H9xrA6I/AAAAAAAACeM/m-Agp0HWV0E/s1600-h/sc18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942946003485602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU07H9xrA6I/AAAAAAAACeM/m-Agp0HWV0E/s320/sc18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06s0NvobI/AAAAAAAACcs/Uw8pQeuIL6g/s1600-h/sc6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942479580406194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06s0NvobI/AAAAAAAACcs/Uw8pQeuIL6g/s320/sc6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU065IBUB_I/AAAAAAAACdk/k9drnOjD1BE/s1600-h/sc13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942691055405042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU065IBUB_I/AAAAAAAACdk/k9drnOjD1BE/s320/sc13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06tPfSmEI/AAAAAAAACc8/H5bMUGUHztQ/s1600-h/sc8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942486901758018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06tPfSmEI/AAAAAAAACc8/H5bMUGUHztQ/s320/sc8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU065FGmpdI/AAAAAAAACdc/cGZQFpnMyqM/s1600-h/sc12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942690272290258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU065FGmpdI/AAAAAAAACdc/cGZQFpnMyqM/s320/sc12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06fyLf23I/AAAAAAAACck/g-0eG2DC4L0/s1600-h/sc5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942255695813490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06fyLf23I/AAAAAAAACck/g-0eG2DC4L0/s320/sc5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06tKUDCVI/AAAAAAAACdE/0sdSJesvzFI/s1600-h/sc9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942485512423762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06tKUDCVI/AAAAAAAACdE/0sdSJesvzFI/s320/sc9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942485567477970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06tKhLGNI/AAAAAAAACdM/w47hMIt2JI4/s320/sc10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942696412892770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU065b-ozmI/AAAAAAAACds/IlAX99PTWO0/s320/sc14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942240082943842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06e4BGX2I/AAAAAAAACcM/hJV4rtgTay8/s320/sc2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU07H4vQFVI/AAAAAAAACeE/eIMBc3HbMkw/s1600-h/sc17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942944651154770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU07H4vQFVI/AAAAAAAACeE/eIMBc3HbMkw/s320/sc17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06fC_BGDI/AAAAAAAACcc/r2ygWkBW7nU/s1600-h/sc4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942243026999346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06fC_BGDI/AAAAAAAACcc/r2ygWkBW7nU/s320/sc4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06exeBUfI/AAAAAAAACcU/_napx4qDDQc/s1600-h/sc3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942238325199346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06exeBUfI/AAAAAAAACcU/_napx4qDDQc/s320/sc3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU064xC0mLI/AAAAAAAACdU/OieY9XZB15k/s1600-h/sc11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942684887718066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU064xC0mLI/AAAAAAAACdU/OieY9XZB15k/s320/sc11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06ehHFrpI/AAAAAAAACcE/WdIsqM0upmU/s1600-h/sc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281942233934048914" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU06ehHFrpI/AAAAAAAACcE/WdIsqM0upmU/s320/sc1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-4652290720320201226?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/4652290720320201226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=4652290720320201226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4652290720320201226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4652290720320201226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/standard-chartered-volunteer-2008.html' title='Standard Chartered Volunteer 2008'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SU065UGCEII/AAAAAAAACd0/e-6m5F0277c/s72-c/sc15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5210021101877198705</id><published>2008-12-06T23:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:35:04.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben &amp; Jerry's Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281211123147347202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhiRMKFQI/AAAAAAAACaE/mWXVVmz0deY/s320/b13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgcDbQzrI/AAAAAAAACYU/Cew4_0BRSHg/s1600-h/bj1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209916861763250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgcDbQzrI/AAAAAAAACYU/Cew4_0BRSHg/s320/bj1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Went to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at Fort Canning Park with Weijie, Fenny and Clement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Our main purpose there: to try out the new flavoured ice-cream that isn't available in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But the Queue was awfully Looooonnnnggggggg!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgcg-UZPI/AAAAAAAACYc/95SaX-Hvra8/s1600-h/bj2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209924793427186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgcg-UZPI/AAAAAAAACYc/95SaX-Hvra8/s320/bj2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look tasty? Nah- ah, we just look like we are sticking our tongue at some plastic board.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgcsEgVGI/AAAAAAAACYk/yMnPl9NErXM/s1600-h/bj3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209927772165218" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgcsEgVGI/AAAAAAAACYk/yMnPl9NErXM/s320/bj3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement says, "No more ice-cream for you Weijie, you are too fat."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhh4l8aCI/AAAAAAAACZ8/sMYo5iTH7Yg/s1600-h/bj15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281211116544616482" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhh4l8aCI/AAAAAAAACZ8/sMYo5iTH7Yg/s320/bj15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy sure knows how to enjoy life, in any type of surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgc7KQkJI/AAAAAAAACYs/aR6rEepbYPc/s1600-h/bj4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209931822829714" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgc7KQkJI/AAAAAAAACYs/aR6rEepbYPc/s320/bj4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgpLGGh1I/AAAAAAAACY8/EPr7LhYHgxk/s1600-h/bj6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210142258792274" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgpLGGh1I/AAAAAAAACY8/EPr7LhYHgxk/s320/bj6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting you the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry Chunk Fest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgdfv31NI/AAAAAAAACY0/lhjp_L7Xu6g/s1600-h/bj5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209941644268754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgdfv31NI/AAAAAAAACY0/lhjp_L7Xu6g/s320/bj5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute little girl! PEACE YO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgqF7o2NI/AAAAAAAACZM/roM6t9xagvc/s1600-h/bj8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210158052595922" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgqF7o2NI/AAAAAAAACZM/roM6t9xagvc/s320/bj8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helllllllloooooooooooooo &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Weather wasn't good, and it started to pour. Headed for shelter at The Legends country club, with just Fenny's really small umbrella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgpeHhQUI/AAAAAAAACZE/UzWpgT3tXOI/s1600-h/bj7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210147365011778" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgpeHhQUI/AAAAAAAACZE/UzWpgT3tXOI/s320/bj7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look cute here? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgrc0Yy3I/AAAAAAAACZc/XHuVhgjLCck/s1600-h/bj10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210181376068466" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgrc0Yy3I/AAAAAAAACZc/XHuVhgjLCck/s320/bj10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgqhtnfVI/AAAAAAAACZU/KxNe5E1ZgGw/s1600-h/bj9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210165509979474" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqgqhtnfVI/AAAAAAAACZU/KxNe5E1ZgGw/s320/bj9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Legends Country Club waiting for the rain to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhhqnUAVI/AAAAAAAACZs/qfKyZZjT5Jc/s1600-h/bj12.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhhab4qVI/AAAAAAAACZk/VLw66xFr-Ds/s1600-h/bj11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281211108449364306" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhhab4qVI/AAAAAAAACZk/VLw66xFr-Ds/s320/bj11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lah, Ed, even without reservation, you will always be made available. Heehee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ♥ &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhhlYRhLI/AAAAAAAACZ0/e_HTC7qEaSg/s1600-h/bj14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281211111387006130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhhlYRhLI/AAAAAAAACZ0/e_HTC7qEaSg/s320/bj14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5210021101877198705?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5210021101877198705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5210021101877198705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5210021101877198705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5210021101877198705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/ben-jerrys-festival.html' title='Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s Festival'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqhiRMKFQI/AAAAAAAACaE/mWXVVmz0deY/s72-c/b13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2959056404237867403</id><published>2008-12-04T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:23:19.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqi6g86XsI/AAAAAAAACaM/HqjVmHabJMY/s1600-h/bj12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281212639206858434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqi6g86XsI/AAAAAAAACaM/HqjVmHabJMY/s320/bj12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;St Germain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pour un exil&lt;br /&gt;Ce petit bout de femme t'emmeneras loin&lt;br /&gt;Tout est permis&lt;br /&gt;J'ai mis mes pas dans les siens&lt;br /&gt;Elle est bien le soleil&lt;br /&gt;Puisque tout tourne autour d'elle&lt;br /&gt;Petite merveille&lt;br /&gt;Pas si facile&lt;br /&gt;D'etre aussi pure dans un monde qu'il est moins&lt;br /&gt;Mille et une symphonies&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle inventera en un rien&lt;br /&gt;Enfin le bonheur&lt;br /&gt;C'est toutes les couleurs&lt;br /&gt;De son coeur&lt;br /&gt;Tu donnes gout a la vie&lt;br /&gt;Je t'avoue je t'envie&lt;br /&gt;T'es tout c'qui m'donne envie&lt;br /&gt;M'donne la vie&lt;br /&gt;Melody&lt;br /&gt;Je m'adoucis&lt;br /&gt;Quand je m'rends compte qu'au fond elle m'aime bien&lt;br /&gt;Pour un de ses sourires je f 'rais&lt;br /&gt;Le tour de la terre sur les mains&lt;br /&gt;Aux nouvelles des etoiles&lt;br /&gt;Elle fait briller son ame&lt;br /&gt;Quand l'jour s'enflamme&lt;br /&gt;Tu donnes gout a la vie&lt;br /&gt;Je t'avoue je t'envie&lt;br /&gt;T'es tout c'qui m'donne envie&lt;br /&gt;M'donne la vie&lt;br /&gt;Melody&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/19456646-2959056404237867403?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2959056404237867403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2959056404237867403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2959056404237867403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2959056404237867403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/st-germain.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SUqi6g86XsI/AAAAAAAACaM/HqjVmHabJMY/s72-c/bj12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-671733251629835980</id><published>2008-12-01T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:14:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life hasn't been very happening, but I sure was busy with certain things and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was night cycling recee with the Student leaders, and it was surprisingly more tiring than the first recee, perhaps is because of the whole day out with contact lens on. Went home early, while alot of them had to stay on because of the EZ-Link cards left at the tuckshop, alot of unhappiness, and of course some flared up. I really couldn't take it; eyes feeling so sore, sleepy, tired. I will talk into this in-depth once I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only allowed 4hours of sleep, till I had to meet family at Jurong Point's Pizza Hut, and then after, to go to the wine appreciation course at Toh Guan Road. It was a great experience, and we sure are more knowledgeable about wines, and we each bought a bottle of Don David red wine. Will talk about this more again the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday, and I finally completed our SBR project. A night and a whole day to finish it, on a consistent basis. Gosh, what in the world. Right now, I have not even studied for my SBR test. What good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morever, I'm so freaking annoyed at someone, that I can't even be bothered to talk to him. It's just a sooner or later thing, I can already see how the whole thing is turning into. I don't even want to bother and try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-671733251629835980?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/671733251629835980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=671733251629835980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/671733251629835980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/671733251629835980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-life-hasnt-been-very-happening-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-80505151499406808</id><published>2008-11-15T02:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:49:36.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY AMANDA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CAUTION! THIS IS A DAMN WORDY DETAILED LONG POST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday midnight, 2a.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's not my birthday, but I'm so excited for Amanda! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so eager to get her a Ferrari Bag pack, and it finally came true with my 8 other commandos; Huiqi, Shuling, Jon. Lee, Eames, Fione, Fiona, Jermaine, and Qinjie. HEEHEE! Now we would see her carry the bag to school almost every other day instead of the ugly orange backpack she has been carrying to school. To top it up, we hid the Chanel Lipgloss that she had on her wishlist, and maybe surprise her at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her a Bird Day Card, and I know for sure she will super love it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HRZak0iI/AAAAAAAACV0/Ikq8X_Vb-6s/s1600-h/aa14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273371315391484450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HRZak0iI/AAAAAAAACV0/Ikq8X_Vb-6s/s320/aa14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"D" Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In the morning, I had to wake up early to get ready, and was freaking tired because I slept in late the night before. I took a bus to Woodlands to meet Fiona, Eames and Jon Yeo, for the Standard Chartered briefing at Republic Polytechnic. We travelled on foot from the MRT station to the Polytechnic, and I to my amazement, RP is soooooooooooooo beautiful and new lah! Freak lah. The architecture of the facility is like, so high-tech and modern can, so... green building. Sigh. They have air-con indoors, and they also have escalators. What is this?! Now I'm beginning to think Ngee Ann facilities are like crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Fbr8htoI/AAAAAAAACUU/zeAdub-gUp4/s1600-h/aa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369293141161602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Fbr8htoI/AAAAAAAACUU/zeAdub-gUp4/s320/aa2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Standard Chartered briefing was like soooo boring, but there was this guy with a really low monotonous voice, who kept us very entertained, to even listen to what he was to brief. He kept saying things to make us laugh, like "If you see a suspicious article, you don't go and open the bag, and if it is a bomb you don't act hero cut the blue wire and green wire, you think you Tom Cruise?" Jon Yeo, Eames and Fiona were Station Leaders, and seriously lo, I'm like so lonely, because I didn't get selected :( All dragonboating's fault, then cannot go for the first important briefing. I was alone in Siti Maraya's group, Area C station 19, but she's a very nice girl. I requested for a change in group to either Jon or Fiona's group, and the guy-in-charge of Area C, Ashley Mak, was indeed a very nice guy :D However, my switching of group cannot be confirmed yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7JyXABUTI/AAAAAAAACXM/hXeBU90vFIg/s1600-h/aa25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273374080702173490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7JyXABUTI/AAAAAAAACXM/hXeBU90vFIg/s320/aa25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Coincidentally, I met my OBS Instructor Shuyun there, who was the part of the Sporting Spectrum team. She was my Instructor for my 2nd OBS with the Top Personnel 2006 in Fairfield. Too bad she can't remember me, or any of us then. But still, we chatted, and joked around together with Jon and Fiona. We sat down to eat our packed lunch, and made friends with Ashley Mak. So now we know he's a freelance photographer, Weijie will sure be interested to know him, right? See, I have fun I still think about you okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7FbHdllAI/AAAAAAAACUM/Zggql1RqyII/s1600-h/aa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369283347715074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7FbHdllAI/AAAAAAAACUM/Zggql1RqyII/s320/aa1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We left and walked over to the Sports Stadium. Gosh, so big and nice. They even have a Lobster House restaurant. Siao eh, students go there eat lobster, is Republic rich or rich? Jon ordered his tasty fries, and it was cheap $1.50 for a pretty big bag. I stood there watching Fiona start her camwhoring frenzy with my camera, and she's seriously a camwhore queen man. This phrase is gonna come up more often later. Walking back to the Bus interchange with them was hilarious. We started getting high, and I think Eames and I have created a song, "Jon Little". Hahaha, inside joke. While we were crossing the road, there was this Taxi speeding towards us. Eames squeaked, I laughingly turned my head, and I had a damn big fright, screaming! I thought we were about to die. Our reflex action was to run towards safety pathways, as the taxi slowed down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7FbtW6h-I/AAAAAAAACUc/Yfg7L5miSCU/s1600-h/aa3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369293520275426" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7FbtW6h-I/AAAAAAAACUc/Yfg7L5miSCU/s320/aa3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jon and I took the same bus as Fiona and Eames, and it was the bus 187 that I could go home on! Sheesh. Fiona went home to bathe and change, while Eames went to Fione's house first to don't-know-do-what. Hahaha. Jon Yeo and I crossed opposite to take a bus to Dhoby Ghaut. After reaching Dhoby Ghaut, we walked around Plaza Singapura, looking for a present for Amanda that Jon can buy. After walking around for so long because Jon says that alot of things are very impractical, the fickle-minded Jon finally decided to buy Amanda a Jack Daniel's chocolate bar, and a pair of earrings from the Bazaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unknowingly, before we knew it, it was already 5. We wanted to go over to Marina already, however, we were supposed to wait for Huiqi to arrive. She didn't reply to our calls, so we decided to wait for her. We went to the Arcade in the MRT station, playing the usuals; Basketball, Time Crisis II and III, Daytona, and Photo Hunt. While playing basketball, Jon actually managed to get a score of over 550! I was astonished, because I lost in the second round with a score of like 70 plus or something. But no lah, he not so pro one lah, I watched him play the consecutive rounds, and it was because the machine sensor was spoilt or something, he just had to hit the hoop once, and the score would move up rocket high by like 20-30 points. Hahaha. We waited and waited, and when Huiqi finally got back to me, she was just about to leave the house. Power. So we just sat at the stairs in the MRT station to wait for her to arrive. We were like super bored, and I felt damn tired and sleepy. Before we were about to go off, there was this stupid Ah Beng go and spit on the steps. Disgusting and uncivilized lah. We made sure that we didn't step onto the steps when we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Fb5IVm7I/AAAAAAAACUk/-IaYYOQT8EY/s1600-h/aa4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369296680360882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Fb5IVm7I/AAAAAAAACUk/-IaYYOQT8EY/s320/aa4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huiqi FINALLY reached, and so we took a bus down to Marina Square together. Jon Yeo started emo-ing by playing his PSP and not talking to us. The whole time we were just waiting and waiting for people. We walked over to Raffles Link, but we went down to the City Link because Huiqi and I were so tempted by Marvelous Cream! We sat at the nearby bench, and Jon Yeo was still playing his PSP. Huiqi and I arranged the items in the bag, putting all the birthday cards in one pocket, and I pasted the bird picture I found online that Eames printed for me, and I tried shuffing my shoulderbag into the Ferrari bag. I was supposed to pretend that the bag pack was mine, although I think the idea wouldn't work out. I didn't tell her anything like getting a Ferrari bag the day before, and Amanda will sure know it's for her. Shuling and Jon Lee finally arrived, and we suddenly had an idea. We got Jon Lee to carry the Ferrari bag, and this Amanda surely won't realise that the bag was meant for her. Ingenious right! Hahaha. I was so so excited, I couldn't wait to see Amanda's animated face when she sees the Ferrari bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7GfB1e9LI/AAAAAAAACVU/t0aFI4nY-O4/s1600-h/aa10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273370450068436146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7GfB1e9LI/AAAAAAAACVU/t0aFI4nY-O4/s320/aa10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We waited some more, and then headed down to Marina Square's Waraku to sit down first. On the way we met up with Eames and Fione, and Fione actually has the same dress as I do, except that mine is beige and hers is black! Hahaha. Cool! We walked into Waraku, and good thing for us, Amanda has already made reservations, so we didn't have to be behind the long queue. HOWEVER, we still had to wait for all to arrive first. Fiona came, and she started camwhoring with my camera again. HAHAHA. Snap snap snap. I took out my polaroid to show them, and Eames did this damn funny flower pose! We each wrote on the Birthday card Shuling made for her (but i think the one she made for me so far is the nicest :D), and it was hilarious to see the comments we write on the card, especially mine, Eames's and Jon Yeo's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Jxd0ruTI/AAAAAAAACW0/pRHN68cV04c/s1600-h/aa22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273374065353799986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Jxd0ruTI/AAAAAAAACW0/pRHN68cV04c/s320/aa22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7NJViab-I/AAAAAAAACX8/yVT3zSbvGmc/s1600-h/aa32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273377773981429730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7NJViab-I/AAAAAAAACX8/yVT3zSbvGmc/s320/aa32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Amanda FINALLY arrived, and all of us were already getting so hungry, so we decided to order food and not wait for that LATE Jon Han to come. He still had the cheek to say that he went to walk walk at River Island. Power. We all ordered food, and the threesome decided to order a plate of Squid Ink Pasta alongside with our own set meal. We sat there watching Fiona the camwhore queen go snapping away with my camera and her own camera with Amanda. Seriously, please go see her blog for more pictures, she took DAMN ALOT of pictures lah, but of course with her own face in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7GetF5NKI/AAAAAAAACU0/QRB2tp0sgDM/s1600-h/aa6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273370444500120738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7GetF5NKI/AAAAAAAACU0/QRB2tp0sgDM/s320/aa6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HRXWz6kI/AAAAAAAACVs/qghWl-hbsDo/s1600-h/aa13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273371314838825538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HRXWz6kI/AAAAAAAACVs/qghWl-hbsDo/s320/aa13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IVhbyXwI/AAAAAAAACWc/HqUtle0QN2g/s1600-h/aa19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273372485775154946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IVhbyXwI/AAAAAAAACWc/HqUtle0QN2g/s320/aa19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IVOWRaeI/AAAAAAAACWU/Xedm1ahq0Qc/s1600-h/aa18.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273372480651749858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IVOWRaeI/AAAAAAAACWU/Xedm1ahq0Qc/s320/aa18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We played Zhong Zi Mi Ma again, and it is like a trademark game with the Makan Gang. It is ultimately gross, that I don't want to remember the ingredients they added in. Amanda paid for Service Charge and GST, and it added up to her own bill to almost 60bucks! OMG. I decided to pay extra by a little bit, and I feel pretty bad, because she still had to pay so much! There was this waitress in Waraku, and we all feel so bad for her, because she kept saying sorry for I don't know why, and we had to keep asking her to come over and fill water or change water for us. We also made the lady at the counter do alot of counting, because of all the coins we dumped with the receipt. Hahaha. We asked her to help us take a picture with Shuling's Canon G9 :( And my polaroid. She very cute lah, when she saw the polaroid she was dumbfounded, because she didn't know how to take pictures with it. But she was good! The pictures was nice and clear, except that the picture's lighting a bit screw up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IVxQfnbI/AAAAAAAACWk/EaQUgbVk-OY/s1600-h/aa20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273372490022755762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IVxQfnbI/AAAAAAAACWk/EaQUgbVk-OY/s320/aa20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Gemvux8I/AAAAAAAACU8/_awO6WxdaTY/s1600-h/aa7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273370442796550082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Gemvux8I/AAAAAAAACU8/_awO6WxdaTY/s320/aa7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HRZak0iI/AAAAAAAACV0/Ikq8X_Vb-6s/s1600-h/aa14.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay, coming to the &lt;strong&gt;climax&lt;/strong&gt;. We all went to the toilet which was just outside, and we all gathered outside with all the guys to decide on where we wanted to go. But instead of just blocking the entrances of the toilets, we just walked along the narrow corridor. Jon Lee was just in front of Amanda, and then suddenly, I heard a commotion behind me. Amanda was screeching when she saw the Ferrari bag pack. She charged towards Jon Lee and started tugging his bag and asking questions like "Omg, where you get the bag from? How much you buy it for?Wahhhh..." Most of the time, she was in awe of him holding the bag she had been wanting so much. All of us started laughing, but none of us said anything. Huiqi and I exchanged glances at each other, and went giggling away. Amanda's face was just expressionless, like more of looking very down, and then Shuling suddenly zipped open and showed her a Birthday Card.&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS DELIGHTED AND SPEECHLESS! HER FACE EXPRESSION WAS PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;She looked like she was going to cry, and just kept hugging the bag. All she kept saying was, Thank You, and nothing else. I felt so happy and satisfied. Like it had been the present for me too, rewarded with her greatest and most comforted smile. I took out my polaroid and took a picture with her and the Ferrari bag. There goes the first surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7GexKJJ8I/AAAAAAAACVE/OkIxJP_eI6k/s1600-h/aa8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273370445591685058" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7GexKJJ8I/AAAAAAAACVE/OkIxJP_eI6k/s320/aa8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We continued to walk aimlessly, and Amanda was still hugging the bag. She's like so cute lah! I was telling Amanda about Jon Yeo's reason about not getting the Ferrari bag, and he so had to just spoil the surprise that there's another Chanel Lipgloss in one of the pockets. OH WELL, there goes the second surprise. Hahaha. It was nearing 10pm, and Huiqi and I wanted so badly to eat our Marvelous Cream that we had been thinking of for hours. We decided to run all the way there before it closed. Amanda too, threw her shoulder bag into the Ferrari bag, and we all went vroom vroom like a Ferrari, speeding off to Marvelous Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IU_m0WuI/AAAAAAAACWE/uuqBJYNmiNU/s1600-h/aa16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273372476694616802" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IU_m0WuI/AAAAAAAACWE/uuqBJYNmiNU/s320/aa16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We bought a Large European Cheese Ice-cream with Mixed Berries, and it sure tasted refreshingly good. Every mouthful was an explosive pleasure. Hahaha, looking at the way I describe it, how good is that? After our ice-cream, we went back to Marina Square to find Aaron Chua at the CenterStage. We were going drinking! We took about an hour to decide where we wanted to go, there was no place that was cheap, and the pubs were flooded with people. We actually witnessed that Aaron Chua running and hopping, when Amanda was chasing him with a slug on a cup we picked up. Huiqi had to go home already, or her OMINA phone (inside joke, actually Omnia) will get confiscated by her Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Ge1xKZTI/AAAAAAAACVM/RFdG-CDiPe4/s1600-h/aa9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273370446829086002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Ge1xKZTI/AAAAAAAACVM/RFdG-CDiPe4/s320/aa9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IVOjNFII/AAAAAAAACWM/RjsMQKAz5ks/s1600-h/aa17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273372480705991810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7IVOjNFII/AAAAAAAACWM/RjsMQKAz5ks/s320/aa17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The rest of us decided to go down to Thompson Road for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;We left the two couples, Shuling and Jon Lee, Eames and Fione, to take the bus down to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thompson, whilst the rest of us squeezed into Aaron Chua's car.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DEFINITELY A BLAST I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;We had so so so so much fun lah. Just to make Jon Han and Jon Yeo lose their way, Aaron Chua, Fiona, Amanda and I, ran in the shopping mall like kids! How fun could it get! Hahaha. We were like "Nanny Nanny Poo Poo, catch me if you can!" We managed to lose them, and we actually tried to hide in the car. That Aaron Chua, so old already, still so childish lah. But nevermind, we like! They managed to find us in the end, and then off we went to Thompson! All of us weren't skinny enough to sit four behind, so I had to sit on Amanda's lap. Amanda forbidded me to laugh because whenever I laugh, or cough, I would vibrate and press onto some bone of hers, which was slightly painful and ticklish for her. But whenever she whacked me to stop me from laughing, I laughed even more! And while sitting on her lap, it felt like I was sitting on something, something hard. And I kept saying, "Amanda, I can feel something hard in between your legs, I don't know." Then Jon Han kept giggling lah ,that dirty ass. Then I stood up, and Amanda searched her thighs, HAHA, it was her wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Aaron Chua played really boring music over the radio, then we requested for a change in songs because we were already falling alseep. So Aaron Chua asked us to be prepared for the big change. And he actually blasted the music and winded down the windows at the trafic light outside the Esplanade bus stop. We were all trying to bend down, to avoid having people see our faces, like so embarrassing lah. We tried to act happening and wild, by blasting music, and winding the windows down, OMG, it was crazy! We were getting warmed up to it, and started screaming and shouting like some rowdy retards, with the music pounding hard. We tried to act happening and wild, by blasting music, and winding the windows down, OMG, it was crazy and laughable! Too bad the two couples decided not to come anymore, they missed out all the fun on the car&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We stopped by at Cheeky Chocolate to sit down and chill out instead of Liquid's Kitchen. We ordered a fondue to share, and the others ordered drinks. Jon Han ordered a Hot Cheeky Chocolate drink, and it tasted like really nice hot diluted dark chocolate! As in not the watery kind, but it was the just nice kind and not too sweet. Because of all the chocolate, Amanda was getting sugar rush, and she was so high that I was so even not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HR37-Z3I/AAAAAAAACV8/kTpYax5Tl7k/s1600-h/aa15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273371323584636786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HR37-Z3I/AAAAAAAACV8/kTpYax5Tl7k/s320/aa15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7JyKHn67I/AAAAAAAACXE/3dyEh3mCEmQ/s1600-h/aa24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273374077244402610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7JyKHn67I/AAAAAAAACXE/3dyEh3mCEmQ/s320/aa24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We made her take out all her cards and read them. Hahaha, here comes my third surprise. I made my bird day card the last to be read. She was already so freaked out at the bird I drew out on the cover of the card, what makes the inside of the card. She was like telling me how touched she is seeing us make cards for he. And just as she was about to flip the card, she was expecting something sweet, pleasant, touching, and maybe some lovey dovey I love you, BUT TAH-DAH, the first thing she saw was the BIRD picture. SHE TOTALLY FREAKED OUT, SCREAMED, AND IMMEDIATELY DROPPED MY CARD. IT WAS LIKE SO TOTALLY UPROARIOUS! But ironically, she had to love and keep my card although she hate birds, the card done up so nicely and prettily for her, but with a bird that's so ugly to her. But it was so damn funny lah. Whenever we placed the card near her, she would shuff it away, irking at the sight at it. No no, she didn't even dare to look at the bird in the card. She didn't even want to open my bird day card again! Hahaha. There goes my Third Surprise! Jon even took a video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Jxj2gXJI/AAAAAAAACW8/sEIcm9xTWS4/s1600-h/aa23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273374066972056722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7Jxj2gXJI/AAAAAAAACW8/sEIcm9xTWS4/s320/aa23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7NJx_oJBI/AAAAAAAACYE/vo9RzmrxMms/s1600-h/aa33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273377781620155410" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7NJx_oJBI/AAAAAAAACYE/vo9RzmrxMms/s320/aa33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The staff at Cheeky Chocolate's were really nice. We went to order a Truffle Cake for her at the Counter at 12am, and they also gave a free chocolate rocher with a few kisses at the side, with cocoa powder on the base saying Happy Birthday. So sweet lah. Hahaha. We were the first people to be with her on her birthday, she should be feeling honoured! Hahaha. She started going cuckoo, like spitting the candle holder at Aaron Chua after blowing the candle out; blowing cocoa powder at Jon Yeo, and we saw it like a storm of powder moving towards Jon. Hahaha. Fiona still had the energy to continue camwhoring, with my camera. She's like really overdoing it, I think I mentioned it like 4-5 times already. 3/4 of the pictures in my camera, has her face in it. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HQ040ATI/AAAAAAAACVk/CkoZDTZzNwQ/s1600-h/aa12.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273371305586196786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HQ040ATI/AAAAAAAACVk/CkoZDTZzNwQ/s320/aa12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273377790481599362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7NKTAXC4I/AAAAAAAACYM/8Jv_a3z8Vqk/s320/aa34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;By the time we were going home, it was already 1plus am! Aaron sent us home in his Mitsubishi Lancer, with Amanda being the first, since she was the nearest. Damn funny, while driving, Amanda winded the window down, and shouted "OOI" at the people at the pertrol kiosk. Then there was this ang moh guy walking up the slope, she go and shout "KEEP WALKING" like jonny walker, and the guy actually turned around! When we were at her doorstep, we purposely shout and shout "BYE AMANDA, BYE BYE BYE BYE!" Hahaha. After that we had more space, and much more comfortable. Aaron drove to Toa Payoh first to alight Jon Han, and we did the same thing we did to Amanda. After that I fell asleep while Aaron Chua drove to my place first. Jon Yeo sent me up the lift and then Aaron Chua sent Fiona back, then Jon Yeo being last. Got home, got scolded, and was knocked out. By the time I was home, it was already nearing 2am, and Dad was still watching Kdrama. I won't be able to go out this late anytime soon, or even anytime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273374064881012338" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7JxcD9jnI/AAAAAAAACWs/OT-CARI8nDE/s320/aa21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MVoz2vCI/AAAAAAAACX0/ZHWvNcda9xw/s1600-h/aa30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273376885801663522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MVoz2vCI/AAAAAAAACX0/ZHWvNcda9xw/s320/aa30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MU_MuoJI/AAAAAAAACXk/DXiqlVTjS_U/s1600-h/aa28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273376874631700626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MU_MuoJI/AAAAAAAACXk/DXiqlVTjS_U/s320/aa28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273376869783387970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MUtIzP0I/AAAAAAAACXc/K7UTnjZrNzQ/s320/aa27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So once again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AMANDA THE FAT SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you loved the three surprises that we had in-store for you, and I'm sure it was one of the bestest birthdays you ever had :D&lt;br /&gt;You must be extra gay that you have a Ferrari Bagpack, so please take extra care of it and I hope not to see it getting dirty so fast, although you have already stained it with a spot of don't know what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MUbVxIKI/AAAAAAAACXU/h_eRnZBgjZU/s1600-h/aa26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273376865005936802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MUbVxIKI/AAAAAAAACXU/h_eRnZBgjZU/s320/aa26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And also, thanks Eames for helping me print the BIRD picture out, with like your laser printer, the picture quality turned out so good and nice, like it came out from the photo shop. You are always one of the greatest guys I ever know, always talking and helping me out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7FcwbP3xI/AAAAAAAACUs/UO-A77NCHrY/s1600-h/aa5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369311523626770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7FcwbP3xI/AAAAAAAACUs/UO-A77NCHrY/s320/aa5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Jon Lee for carrying off the bag so well, you are such a good liar! "Ooh, my mother bought the bag for me" HAHAHA. But you better make sure you don't lie to my Shu shu ok? Your presence too has made a difference. Thank you so much Jon Lee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HQ3_YOdI/AAAAAAAACVc/2zzZ5sSa-CA/s1600-h/aa11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273371306419042770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HQ3_YOdI/AAAAAAAACVc/2zzZ5sSa-CA/s320/aa11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Huiqi for being so supportive of my idea of getting the Ferrari bag for Amanda. And also helping me ask about the Parrot M.A.C thing at Vivo, HEEHEEHEE. Only the few of us know about this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jon Yeo, Jon Han, Shuling, Fiona, Fione, and the rest I already personally mentioned, for making the day so enjoyable for Amanda! Hahaha, and for me too, all the stupid jokes and retarded times, this is one of the fun days we always had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE I'M THANKING PEOPLE LIKE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY? HAHAHA, AMANDA! YOU MUST BE FEELING REALLY HONOURED THEN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MVaVxsCI/AAAAAAAACXs/Lj0rHcksR_E/s1600-h/aa29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273376881917407266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7MVaVxsCI/AAAAAAAACXs/Lj0rHcksR_E/s320/aa29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-80505151499406808?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/80505151499406808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=80505151499406808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/80505151499406808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/80505151499406808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-18th-birthday-amanda.html' title='HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY AMANDA!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SS7HRZak0iI/AAAAAAAACV0/Ikq8X_Vb-6s/s72-c/aa14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8384072920982182761</id><published>2008-11-09T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:05:49.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were at Botanic Gardens for a retarded field trip, to take several pictures of plants and their names. But it gets very annoying when you try to take a picture of a really tall tree that is mashed together with other surrounding trees, which makes it difficult for you to differentiate which tree is your focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked together with the girls over to Island Creamery from the Bukit Timah Core of Botanic Gardens, and we sat down to have some ice-cream. I met up with Weijie, and we took a bus down to Orchard. It was awfully boring, so we actually decided on studying. I think I've learnt my lesson. It's seriously tough to get myself to even study, when the papers are still QUITE far. I managed to at least read in-depth 5 pages, and that's it. I'm not touching the books till later in weeks to come. We stopped studying and played with my connect four pen. We were so bored to the extent that we started stacking the counters as high as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for dinner, and that was it. What a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-8384072920982182761?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8384072920982182761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8384072920982182761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8384072920982182761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8384072920982182761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-were-at-botanic-gardens-for-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-4550366832815341600</id><published>2008-11-07T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:23:23.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Posts are boring without pictures. So here I am giving some life to my blog by updating my wordy posts with pictures, just for you friends and family reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dated as far back as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 August 2008- Mix and Splash&lt;br /&gt;24 September 2008- SL Chalet&lt;br /&gt;28 September 2008- Gary's birthday&lt;br /&gt;3 October 2008- Ricoh Lomograph pictures out&lt;br /&gt;11 October 2008- More OBS pictures&lt;br /&gt;13 October 2008- Standard Chartered interview&lt;br /&gt;23 October 2008- Jingyi birthday&lt;br /&gt;24 October 2008- Anti-James Photographer logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;25 October 2008- Dragon Boating&lt;/s&gt; *Updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;26 October 2008- Happy 27th month&lt;/s&gt; *Updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;27 October 2008- Fishing on Deepavali's&lt;/s&gt; *Updated!&lt;br /&gt;2 November 2008- Night Cycling and Big Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4 November 2008- Cafe Del Mar 2&lt;/s&gt; *Updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-4550366832815341600?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/4550366832815341600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=4550366832815341600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4550366832815341600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4550366832815341600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/11/posts-are-boring-without-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7243392563231360511</id><published>2008-11-05T12:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:40:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cafe del mar 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR28bJpYZI/AAAAAAAACQc/4B5sDNUq1n4/s1600-h/ca3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964644755399058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR28bJpYZI/AAAAAAAACQc/4B5sDNUq1n4/s320/ca3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cafe Del Mar is still &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L♥VE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Had a great suntanning session at Cafe Del Mar with Geraldina and Fiona. The sun was scorchingly fabulous, however, it was shortlived. Sighhh. Life sucks. HAHAHA. I ordered a Bailey's Comet cocktail, Fiona got herself a Lime Margarita, and a glass of Mango Tango for Geraldina. Mine tasted alcohol-less, and tasted like strawberry milkshake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR28cipgMI/AAAAAAAACQU/-mn_3-qvv7Y/s1600-h/ca2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964645128700098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR28cipgMI/AAAAAAAACQU/-mn_3-qvv7Y/s320/ca2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The blazing sun was exploiting UV Rays onto our almost naked body, with us hoping to toast our skin golden brown. It was so sweltering hot, that we scurried to dip into the pool whenever we couldn't take the heat. The dark clouds started to cover our precious sun, and which concluded that it will confirm rain. We ordered a basket of chicken wings, and the chilli sauce was uber shiok! We took a bath, and then accompanied Geraldina out of Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965959692482066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR4I9rE9hI/AAAAAAAACRk/Lb5l9rESRd4/s320/ca12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR38zv4_vI/AAAAAAAACRU/f52RlVnkqcc/s1600-h/ca10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965750869884658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR38zv4_vI/AAAAAAAACRU/f52RlVnkqcc/s320/ca10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, wassup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR2828BCtI/AAAAAAAACQk/JrckyzaIC9w/s1600-h/ca4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964652214422226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR2828BCtI/AAAAAAAACQk/JrckyzaIC9w/s320/ca4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-lis, Fiona, Geraldina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR38oF0-pI/AAAAAAAACRM/Vm8AQerqzOo/s1600-h/ca9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965747740670610" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR38oF0-pI/AAAAAAAACRM/Vm8AQerqzOo/s320/ca9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona is queen of camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR38Tfb_UI/AAAAAAAACRE/4KquChogOXI/s1600-h/ca8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965742210940226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR38Tfb_UI/AAAAAAAACRE/4KquChogOXI/s320/ca8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind directions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR38EUhs2I/AAAAAAAACQ8/zvDOzby7oxI/s1600-h/ca7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965738138645346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR38EUhs2I/AAAAAAAACQ8/zvDOzby7oxI/s320/ca7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photosynthesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR37srD3bI/AAAAAAAACQ0/NaM-JCUMF9s/s1600-h/ca6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965731790708146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR37srD3bI/AAAAAAAACQ0/NaM-JCUMF9s/s320/ca6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black clouds covering the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR286UN8SI/AAAAAAAACQs/lV8DuJec4IQ/s1600-h/ca5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964653121237282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR286UN8SI/AAAAAAAACQs/lV8DuJec4IQ/s320/ca5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We had thought that Jon Yeo and friends were going to stay in Vivo, but they decided to play Volleyball in the rain! Siannnnn. I was so excited about playing beach volleyball, but was just too lazy to change back into my wet clothes. So Fiona and I decided to just walk around Vivo City until they come out, so that we could at least have dinner together. We walked and walked, camwhored and talked, for 4 hours. Then finally it was time for us to have dinner with the guys! We met the rest- Jon Yeo, Jingyi, Huadong, Huadong's friend Kai Jian, JiaWen, Ziwei, Xuehua, Huiting, at the food centre for a cheap bowl of Homemade Noodle (Ban Mian), and caught up for a while. Finally went out with the expanded family, although not everyone was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR277w5K2I/AAAAAAAACQM/YT6XP96bbao/s1600-h/ca1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964636330077026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR277w5K2I/AAAAAAAACQM/YT6XP96bbao/s320/ca1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart faces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR4JXYt1WI/AAAAAAAACRs/7niubgh2NYc/s1600-h/ca13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965966594790754" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR4JXYt1WI/AAAAAAAACRs/7niubgh2NYc/s320/ca13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers under a Christmas tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR4JUYl6cI/AAAAAAAACR0/ySP6aE09Bv0/s1600-h/ca14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965965788965314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR4JUYl6cI/AAAAAAAACR0/ySP6aE09Bv0/s320/ca14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious Lao Bu Bu! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965956429234882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR4IxhDwsI/AAAAAAAACRc/ExD1-j9wYt8/s320/ca11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Footprints&lt;/strong&gt; left on Del Mar's sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7243392563231360511?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7243392563231360511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7243392563231360511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7243392563231360511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7243392563231360511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/11/cafe-del-mar-2.html' title='cafe del mar 2!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR28bJpYZI/AAAAAAAACQc/4B5sDNUq1n4/s72-c/ca3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6907897185495592080</id><published>2008-11-02T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:55:02.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Cycling Recee &amp; Big Walk 08'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I'm like damn power lah. I went for night cycling with the Main Committee throughout the night, until the next morning, and went for the Big Walk right after I reached the end point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Night cycling with Geraldina, Guo An, Michelle, Benson, Sihua, Chervel, Junxian, Justin, Weijian, Xiangyun, Gary NBC, Wayne, and Vanessa was Ggggreat! I had fun I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;First, met up with Geraldina, Sihua, and Michelle at Jurong East. I had so much to do at home before coming out of the house. Like settling the stupid photographer's stuff to send him, project stuff to send to the rest, and then pack bag and get ready to go out. Oh gosh. I was sooooo late, like for almost half an hour. But thanks to Guo An, I was even later because he was reaching the station and I had to wait for him. In the end, I got scolded by Geraldina for being ultra late- 40 minutes. Guo An and Geraldina were half dead on the train, and thank god I was fully recharged, prepared to stay up the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;We got to East Coast late by half an hour, and solely blame it on me again. We grabbed subway sandwiches to go, and got our bikes before the shop closed. 7bucks per bike for an entire night, cheaply worth it! Shijie was there to give us her full support physically and spiritually, she came all the way down from Serangoon just to bid us a safe and good journey ahead. She couldn't cycle because she donated blood, and something happened at home. HAHAHA, I shall not say any further lah, if not she will slaughter me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Off we went on the speeding bicycle, and wheeeee, so fun. Warm up exercise cycling to the shorter end of East Coast Park. With Wayne leading us, and I behind Vanessa, had a good chat with all around me indeed. I think I was really nice because I was helping Guo An, Benson, and Vanessa carry their stuff in my crumpler. Moral of the story, do not bring big bags to avoid helping carry people's load. At the beginning of our journey, we had screams from the back, either Sihua or Xiangyun. Hahaha. And Vanessa almost hit and scratched a car because her water-filled bottle was pulling her to the side. Whew, close shave, she did hit the car slightly, but there wasn't anyone in the car. The route had slight changes, but more or less, it was about the same. The suckiest thing is that, WE WEREN'T GOING BACK TO THE BEDOK HAWKER CENTRE, SO MEANS NO MORE MINCE MEAT NOODLE (BA CHOR MEE). SIANNN, LIFE SUCKS. Oh well. There were so so many highways and uphills, and it was really tiresome. But we were always rewarded with a long downhill. Fast and breezy :D&lt;br /&gt;We were splitted up into batches 1 and 2. Batch was had Wayne leading, Geraldina, Guo An, Vanessa, myself, and then Justin. The rest were put under Batch 2. We had a lot of resting time, because most of the time we had to stop by at any bus stop (non pit stops) to wait for them to come. The longest was about 30 minutes? Hahahaha. Past midnight, and we owned the roads like as if they were our grandfathers'. We rode along this very isolated road on Tampines Road, which just had hovering trees along the road blocking any light coming from the moon. In certain sections of the road, there were no street lights at all, almost complete darkness, but still visible from ahead. Freaky indeed, Vanessa and I were freaked out, so we rode even faster than our normal speed. The uphill there, holy cow, it felt like it was never-ending, but like I say again, we were rewarded with a really long downhill, to top-up with the shiok experience, it was my first time seeing soooo many stars in Singapore. The downhill was at least 3 minutes. LONG RIGHT! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Continued to chat and chat, soon enough we were finally at Pasir Ris. We stopped by White Sands and bought snacks at 7Eleven. Most of them bought Mash Potato, and ate like they had never eaten before. They had a Barbeque flavoured Mash Potato and I thought it was not bad, but the original's still better. Vanessa and Wayne tempted me to get Cup noodles, and yes we did! Kimchi Instant Noodles, SHIOK LAH! Chervel was telling us to buy the Nissin brand cup noodles, but kept mentioning it as 'Nissan'. Hahahaha. Then we were all like, HUH, you want to buy car is it? LOL. We were still deciding whether we should still go on the 30km route which would be through Changi Village then the endless road, or turn back to the same route on 16km. Crazy lah, 16km including all the downhills inverted into uphills, it's total madness. We'd just be pushing our bikes up most of the time. I'd rather 30km without much uphills and just straight roads. Gosh. So our final decision, was Changi Village, so we could eat supper at the hawker too! Geraldina bought this bottle of 'kiam kiam', pickled lettuce, and it tasted good! So good that after she donating a few to all of us, we went ahead to buy another bottle to add into our noodles. Never tasted preserved vegetable so good before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was time to set off, at about 2 hours past midnight. We cycled all the way down to Changi Village, and there were uphills again :( Graarrl, I was sooooo exhausted cycling up that my head jerked like I was doing an Indian dance. Geraldina was laughing at me right behind. Gary and I chatted all the way, and most of the time along Pasir Ris Road, Guo An, Gary and I clustered together, talking crap and scolding vulgarities. HAHAHAA. The most hilarious thing was that while going up the stupid uphill, Gary was teaching us to say "Nah Beh, Chee Bai, Nah Beh, Chee Bai" to keep up the momentum as we pedaled. FUNNY SIA. I laughed my ass off. Gary is just so annoyingly cute. Caught up with Geraldina and Wayne all the way to Changi Village, and we saw all the Ba Poks in the carpark. There were the leftover few; big breasts, masculine build, tall, skimpily dressed, and just plain UGLY. We brought our bikes up to the hawker centre, and there everyone reached soon after. So many people were dead on one's feet, like they could just tremble and fall anytime. Sihua and Xiangyun's face were the most comical ones. Hahaha. Their face read, "I hate this, I want to go home, I don't want to cycle anymore." I ordered a bowl of Red Tea Jelly Ice. There were only a few food stalls opened, including the Nasi Lemak stall. Bought a drink at 7Eleven, and I tried HoeGarden's beer already; Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It was time for some chionging time, from right at the back, all the way to the front. Once I overtook Geraldina, I asked her,"You first woman ah? Anyone in front of you?" She shakes her head and said, Nope. Sian. No more competition, no one to catch up with. Slowed down my pace, and then Geraldina chiong even faster and overtook me. Hahaha. Was just about to stop at the usual resting place at the end of the ALMOST endless road, and I saw Geraldina stopping there already. Because the last few times for Night cycling, we were also together. Somehow, it took us about less than an hour to reach ECP, and it didn't feel as tiring as I thought it'd be. Vanessa and Wayne cycled ahead of us, and then after that Weijian and Sihua joined us to rest. We set off again, and we started to race! Hahaha. Weijian tried to act hero and speed up ahead of us, but he was on Gear 1 and I was on Gear 2 or mid 2-3. Whenever I was nearing him, he would pedal even faster, and then after that slow down again. But wants I keep up with the same pace as him, I would go ahead twice as fast as him. HAHAHA. So funny lah. I finally overtook him and joined Geraldina in front. Then while cycling, we turned behind to find Weijian, but he was nowhere in sight. Then we saw on the left there was this guy wearing red, with the red light on his bicycle blinking. Then I said: "Isn't that Weijian?" Geraldina: "Huh, No lah, it's not him." On a closer look, Geraldina said: "Eh Ya hor, it's Weijian lah!" We were on the cycling route, and Weijian played cheat, he cycled on the Pedestrian route. We decided to give chase, but Geraldina was very tired already, but I seemed to still have a lot of energy left. And Yes, I overtook him once again! Sigh that dirty boy Weijian, only know how to resort to dirt tricks. Hahaha. We cycled really really slow, and then Geraldina finally caught up with us. And yay, we all reached at final station, at the bicycle shop! We reached at 5am, and waited for the rest to come. We wanted to GL (guai lan) all the people, so I called Guo An, Benson, Michelle, Gary; and Weijian called Justin, to rush them to hurry up come back. Hahaha, we so action, but what to do, we just love to brag. HAHAHA. Guo An was the next to reach, and he kept commenting about my fats giving me so much energy to burn and cycle so fast, so zai. Hahaha. I take it as a compliment okay, Jackie Ah Gong. Sihua is not bad one loh, she came in 5th or 6th lah. Don't see her so small and scrawny, she not weak lah! All of us were quite shocked. Hahaha. The rest slowly came in, and then when everyone arrived, I demanded to take a group photo, because I had to go soon for the Big Walk, but everyone did give a hoot about me. Hahaha. It's ok, I forgive everyone because they were all too tired to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I woke Geraldina up, and then met Vanessa and Wayne at Macdonald's. We hailed a cab, and managed to squeeze Wayne's $3.7k bicycle in the car boot. Gosh, one scratch, 100 bucks, heart pain. It took me less than 10 minutes to reach City Hall, and I was the first to reach and also very on time. The next pair to come was Jon Yeo and Jacqueline. The three of us walked to Raffles City to use their so big and clean washroom, and then grabbed a bite at Subway. Eames then joined us, and then followed by Ying Hua. We walked over to Suntec City to wait for the Big Walk to start. Huiting and Huadong came to find us, and that was about all of us. Supposed to have more people joining us, but sheesh, too bad, it would have been more fun with them around. Met Shauqi near the starting line, but we got seperated as soon as we moved past the exit of Suntec City. I had a hearty chat with Yinghua all the way, sadly, leaving Huadong and Huiting left behind. WHOOPS. HAHAHA. But we did try to talk to them, but it was so difficult for us to walk in fours and talk because there were soooo many people. We crossed the something something bridge, but instead of enjoying the walk, we were already complaining about the crowds, the waiting time, our muddy shoes, and how tired we were. Especially Yinghua and I, I did not even have a wink, Yinghua was having a hangover from her first time @ Zouk. We were complaining about hunger and all, and that stupid Huadong had sweets in his bag but didn't tell us until we got our goodie bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;We reached some water tech park or something wherever it was, and collected our goodie bag. The goodie bag wasn't fantastic, and I sort of felt cheated, except for the nice kimchi bottle I got. We boarded a bus to Suntec City and I slept throughout. We were indecisive on where to eat, but finalized it at Macdonald's. Went over to KFC to buy a fattening 2piece chicken meal, and tried to gorge myself, even when I was awfully sleepy. We collected our goodie bag at the Suntec City counter and once I opened the bag, I felt cheated. The booklet of vouchers were almost useless. We waited for Yinghua to come back to find us, and then went seperate ways to take our mode of transport home. We decided to give the Korean Festival Fair at Vivo City a miss because we were all feeling too tired or lazy to go. Boarded Express 502 with Huiting and Huadong, and I slept throughout the journey until Huadong woke me up one stop after mine. Hahaha. Good job man, Gu Gu Jiao and Lao Chik. Once I got home, I just simply dropped on the couch from 2plus all the way till the next morning for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Song Bo! I can blog so much for just about 16 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-6907897185495592080?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/6907897185495592080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=6907897185495592080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6907897185495592080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6907897185495592080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-im-like-damn-power-lah.html' title='Night Cycling Recee &amp; Big Walk 08&apos;'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-155863093305918345</id><published>2008-10-27T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:53:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy deepavali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR_0JwTJGI/AAAAAAAACSM/8cDPdOiCl-M/s1600-h/f3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265974398251377762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR_0JwTJGI/AAAAAAAACSM/8cDPdOiCl-M/s320/f3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's DEEPAVALI!&lt;/span&gt; But I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Woke up late, which also made us late for plans to suntan while&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Labrador's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Weijie made his way to my lift lobby to fetch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We got to IMM's Giant to do some grocery shopping- ended up buying two halves of a two flavoured chicken = One whole chicken; and also a bottle of Maggi garlic chilli sauce, and 1.5litre of Pokka green tea (my favourite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The cashier lady charged us the price of just one halve of our chicken, and we just shut up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha. Went over to Long John Silver for the main purpose of getting the knives and cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It started with a drizzle, then a downpour. We were still on the bus towards Harbour Front Interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We took a bus down to Labrador Park, and we thought we'd be lucky to avoid the rain. Nah- ah, we were wrong. It was drizzling by the time we arrived at the Jetty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I sat under the shelter to eat my cold chicken, and I swear the Maggi garlic sauce made the meat taste awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR_znPcFkI/AAAAAAAACR8/N-gu7ZmUvLA/s1600-h/f1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265974388986746434" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR_znPcFkI/AAAAAAAACR8/N-gu7ZmUvLA/s320/f1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR_z-XD3CI/AAAAAAAACSE/gMIfSl9yrug/s1600-h/f2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265974395192728610" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR_z-XD3CI/AAAAAAAACSE/gMIfSl9yrug/s320/f2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weijie prepared the rod and the plastic bait, and I took out my french book to study! MY ASS. I had to write out 6-8 sentences about myself, so I had to use the book as reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Got my homework done, and joined Weijie to wait for a stupid fish to bite the hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I guess the fishes there at Labrador quite smart lah huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Before night fall, Weijie wanted to show off to me, and show me how to throw the fishing line far out into the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Either he was blind or DEAF, he somehow just didn't want to listen to me telling him that there was another fishing rod in front. He just threw the damn line, without considering the fact that the line MIGHT entangle with the fishing line in front. Out he swung his fishing rod, and we tried to follow where the lines were heading. Oooh, the almost invisible line was moving upwards. When he tugged it, the fishing rod in front of us shook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We did it several times before &lt;strong&gt;Weijie decided to break our fishing line and run away&lt;/strong&gt;. As the guy came forward to reel in his fishing rod in thought that maybe there was a fish hooked, Weijie quickly packed up and asked me to quickly walk. Coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We took a bus back to Harbour Front Interchange and went window shopping at Vivo City. Surprisingly, we weren't at the least hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;There's a new Macaron and something Pattissieure, which looked awesomely tempting. Sheesh, we were just in time to resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Walked into &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARC&lt;/span&gt; and got myself a pair of black shorts! Too bad for Weijie, because he saw and tried this pair of grey jeans, and intended to buy it already, until he saw a thread hanging loose from a leading hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-155863093305918345?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/155863093305918345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=155863093305918345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/155863093305918345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/155863093305918345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-deepavali-but-do-i-care-woke-up.html' title='happy deepavali!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRR_0JwTJGI/AAAAAAAACSM/8cDPdOiCl-M/s72-c/f3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2057043560729956702</id><published>2008-10-26T23:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:57:02.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZDWeA0I/AAAAAAAACPE/kvZrEKvLlTg/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265550620699263810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZDWeA0I/AAAAAAAACPE/kvZrEKvLlTg/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;27th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Month FATS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We still have a lifetime to lose all those saturated fatty acids in our body, and become slim yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beginning of our meet up wasn't so good, because I was throwing a fit at him over very small things. SEE, I admit okay, I apologize to you in public. Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZWdwIWI/AAAAAAAACPM/s_9dp555uzw/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265550625830084962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZWdwIWI/AAAAAAAACPM/s_9dp555uzw/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549897081361618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL9u7qhFNI/AAAAAAAACOs/PNgVLriTb6U/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our to-do list at Cathay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We bought tickets at Cathay to watch Coffin, and then decided to take a walk around the vicinity while waiting. Then I remembered the Old School Qinjie was telling me about, so we climbed the extensive staircase which seemed so far-reaching. By the time we reached the top, I was panting like a bitch. Nahbeh, sibeh tiring lah. We walked around the compound, checked out the photo exhibition, snapped some cool pictures; but they didn't turn out very nice, I think. It was soon 5, so we went back to the Cathay theatre for the show. The show wasn't as scary as how it's title depicts, but there was a storyline at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL9ubuxWLI/AAAAAAAACOc/PYW8crDvync/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549888509270194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL9ubuxWLI/AAAAAAAACOc/PYW8crDvync/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZP4lv6I/AAAAAAAACO8/G4r-sifOeWM/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265550624063602594" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZP4lv6I/AAAAAAAACO8/G4r-sifOeWM/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-4c-U8fI/AAAAAAAACQE/ENqnEPGHjkM/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551160153272818" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-4c-U8fI/AAAAAAAACQE/ENqnEPGHjkM/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL9uP4vkmI/AAAAAAAACOU/jPWUHpR1NDU/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549885329871458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL9uP4vkmI/AAAAAAAACOU/jPWUHpR1NDU/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Had dinner at Nihon Mura, and then walked over from Fullerton to Esplanade for Max Brenner Chocolate Bar's Chocolate! Wheee. A complete, hearty meal. Chilled out with Chua Weijie till late night, thanks for everything babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549898748901650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL9vB4FuRI/AAAAAAAACO0/D6S8k_aq5dY/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiest at Nihon Mura!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265550631705536866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZsWkaWI/AAAAAAAACPc/UphHDcKBATg/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed attempt at jumpshot! But my dress look like marilyn monroe's style, and Weijie look like he's superman about to take off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-3-VdCTI/AAAAAAAACPk/ZaoiS2H5XJY/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551151928772914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-3-VdCTI/AAAAAAAACPk/ZaoiS2H5XJY/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL9udYiOEI/AAAAAAAACOk/bHPQDBLDwro/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549888952875074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL9udYiOEI/AAAAAAAACOk/bHPQDBLDwro/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should just be food photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-4MWef-I/AAAAAAAACP0/xEVNvprm2HI/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551155691159522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-4MWef-I/AAAAAAAACP0/xEVNvprm2HI/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinfully chocolatey. Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-4Cbz5YI/AAAAAAAACPs/NgqadM1KyTo/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551153029178754" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-4Cbz5YI/AAAAAAAACPs/NgqadM1KyTo/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon Toffee with Dark Chocolate drink. Just "drink me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-4Q542eI/AAAAAAAACP8/ra5xYc6zbJ8/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551156913428962" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-4Q542eI/AAAAAAAACP8/ra5xYc6zbJ8/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Once again Chua Weijie, thanks for everything and I believe you loved spending your days with me this oh-so-cool girlfriend too. You suck and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't love you, &lt;strong&gt;KIDDING!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(inside joke) Except the 'you suck' part :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZtSYJcI/AAAAAAAACPU/T3BiOK844tY/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265550631956391362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZtSYJcI/AAAAAAAACPU/T3BiOK844tY/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;It's seriously &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the ♥love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2057043560729956702?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2057043560729956702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2057043560729956702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2057043560729956702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2057043560729956702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/27th-month.html' title='27th month!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRL-ZDWeA0I/AAAAAAAACPE/kvZrEKvLlTg/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2047304103293689421</id><published>2008-10-25T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:20:33.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragonboating 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD51upYxI/AAAAAAAACTs/2IYTqm9hXhA/s1600-h/db12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978894001464082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD51upYxI/AAAAAAAACTs/2IYTqm9hXhA/s320/db12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DRAGONBOATING WAS DAMN SHIOK MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt stronger, as if my right arm grew bigger. I applied numerous layers of Dark Tanning Lotion, and I am glad that I got slightly darker! I'm gonna buy that bottle in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD6LO-g5I/AAAAAAAACT8/FgW_ky3dvC8/s1600-h/db14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978899774210962" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD6LO-g5I/AAAAAAAACT8/FgW_ky3dvC8/s320/db14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSCAjja89I/AAAAAAAACSk/8wiqsSG5kv0/s1600-h/db3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265976810358371282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSCAjja89I/AAAAAAAACSk/8wiqsSG5kv0/s320/db3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I met up with Junxian and Justin at Kallang MRT control station, to wait for both BE division 1 and 2 to arrive, so we could bring them all over to the SDBA. By the way, I'm sorry guys for trying to bring 40 of you across the road, jay-walking. But we all did cross via green man traffic lights right? We totally had no idea where the place was, so I'm sorry again for leading the wrong way across roads and paths back and fro. Like Wayne mentioned, "Johnny Walker said, Keep walking". And at least everyone was still quite optimistic about it, and treated it like a warm-up exercise. After walking for long, we finally found the place. The whole main com was there already, along with Mr Wee and Mr Peh who were in support of our event. We quickly settled the people down, and got them changed into their respective division coloured shirts. Division 1 had Orange, and Division 2 had Blue. Main committee wore white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSCAtA1u9I/AAAAAAAACSs/H1brHNMZ6Gg/s1600-h/db4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265976812897680338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSCAtA1u9I/AAAAAAAACSs/H1brHNMZ6Gg/s320/db4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue- Division 1&lt;br /&gt;Orange- Division 2&lt;br /&gt;White- Main committee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD6dUWDHI/AAAAAAAACUE/mutBCalIazc/s1600-h/db15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978904628563058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD6dUWDHI/AAAAAAAACUE/mutBCalIazc/s320/db15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone @ Kallang DB.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSB_6dYvmI/AAAAAAAACSU/iPSOqHvhYbo/s1600-h/db1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265976799327207010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSB_6dYvmI/AAAAAAAACSU/iPSOqHvhYbo/s320/db1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC-a8m4uI/AAAAAAAACS8/QGNbocGQfGo/s1600-h/db6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265977873199981282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC-a8m4uI/AAAAAAAACS8/QGNbocGQfGo/s320/db6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Division One yo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We started off with a briefing, then there we go onto the boat. Initially felt no kick, but later, we started to get tired. We had two mini races between Main com, Division 1 and 2. Main com had been proclaimed victorious for both races! Zai lah! Less than 2 hours on the boat, but it was a successful event! Thanks Benson for being in-charge of this event, I know he's bragging about it to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD5mW4WMI/AAAAAAAACTk/3DzmZ-JRXuI/s1600-h/db11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978889875249346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD5mW4WMI/AAAAAAAACTk/3DzmZ-JRXuI/s320/db11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSCA9UmHkI/AAAAAAAACS0/55sXsr3IeVA/s1600-h/db5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265976817275510338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSCA9UmHkI/AAAAAAAACS0/55sXsr3IeVA/s320/db5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC_o57cfI/AAAAAAAACTc/1vc8RtbMRW4/s1600-h/db10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265977894126711282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC_o57cfI/AAAAAAAACTc/1vc8RtbMRW4/s320/db10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSCAGdksDI/AAAAAAAACSc/VeBi68p678Y/s1600-h/db2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265976802549215282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSCAGdksDI/AAAAAAAACSc/VeBi68p678Y/s320/db2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the Champion winners!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Had a quick shower, and then it was time for a main com outing, to celebrate Michelle's early birthday! Dinner at Old Airport Road was good and filling. It took us a really long time to decide where to go after that, we ended up at Suntec, but rotted at Kranji Memorial Park; sheesh, out of all places. It was the first time that Main Com almost had full strength, everyone was there except Felicia. Although so, it was damn boring. We ended up playing Truth or Dare, and Benson did the most funny dares neither of us could ever imagine. Run around the park screaming "I found a slipper I found a slipper!" Not forgetting that we weren't the only people there. Truth was boring, except for Weijian's one. HAHAHA. Reputation at stake huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC_F7xEYI/AAAAAAAACTU/EWzPT9dpyZM/s1600-h/db9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265977884739178882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC_F7xEYI/AAAAAAAACTU/EWzPT9dpyZM/s320/db9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's Salvatore Ferragamo perfume from all of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC-30FbdI/AAAAAAAACTM/1htdR11puck/s1600-h/db8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265977880948862418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC-30FbdI/AAAAAAAACTM/1htdR11puck/s320/db8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake smash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD6KdVVAI/AAAAAAAACT0/sYvE5vgI-zw/s1600-h/db13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978899565990914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD6KdVVAI/AAAAAAAACT0/sYvE5vgI-zw/s320/db13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Somehow couldn't wait to get out of there, and when we finally did, I thought I was going home. Instead, Michelle and I decided to hang around the remaining people, but then they were STILL walking around aimlessly, so we hopped on the bus home. We were super lucky to be able to board the last 185 home! Hahhaha. Had a hearty chat about personal matters and all with Michelle, and hope she likes her present although the day was quite dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC-_uRtVI/AAAAAAAACTE/09AldqAnsPM/s1600-h/db7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265977883071984978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSC-_uRtVI/AAAAAAAACTE/09AldqAnsPM/s320/db7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2047304103293689421?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2047304103293689421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2047304103293689421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2047304103293689421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2047304103293689421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/dragonboating-08.html' title='Dragonboating 08'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SRSD51upYxI/AAAAAAAACTs/2IYTqm9hXhA/s72-c/db12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7000228498420981899</id><published>2008-10-24T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:29:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That mother chee bai James photographer. Have no freaking brain juice to even use common sense. Think we have pea-sized brains, don't know anything about photography sizings and all, nahbeh. COME ON LAH, we are not 5 year old kids lah. Call yourself professional, by seeing the photos you took and printed, every single person is cursing and swearing at you lah fucker. I think I can do better than you and this whole photo thing would have been settled long long ago. Still dare to lie about the price of printing the pictures. We even checked the exact location where you printed the pictures, and even confirmed with the person if the picture was printed from there. 4bucks for one picture when it's only $0.80, WHO YOU TRYING TO KID SIA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to arrange everything for you, and right now, I must make things very OBVIOUS and SIMPLE for you to UNDERSTAND, by labelling every picture and telling you what to do with it. CHEE BAI LAH, PIEHOLE. Waste my fucking time only. I need to cool off and type a proper post. This is just temporary, but I will not remove the vulgarities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7000228498420981899?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7000228498420981899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7000228498420981899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7000228498420981899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7000228498420981899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-mother-chee-bai-james-photographer.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-4021603443006198395</id><published>2008-10-23T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:13:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>litteI'm meeting the photographer, the muther of all fookers today, the fact that 'today' is already Thursday. I'm damn sure I'll be winning the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I typed out a three page long list of things to shoot that fat photographer james, causing me to only have 3 hours of sleep. Sheesh. I was dozing off as per usual during lessons, and I left most of textbooks at home in exchange to bring my laptop out to use while negotiating with that bastard james.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last lesson, we all came out of class to wish my lao bu bu (JingYi) Happy Birthday, and cornered her at the blue dolphin tables, with the usual cake slice with a litted candle on top, birthday songs, and cameras on standby. But of course that was not the reason why we cornered her there. Alicia had prepared flour for some dirty fun. JingYi kind of anticipating something to happen already, but before she knew it, Alicia dumped the whole bag of flour onto Jingyi's head. It was hilarious! She really looked like an old grandmother! She started throwing flour at everyone, and tried to get Justin dirty. We took a group photo, and I stayed back to clear up with them. In the end, we started to play cake, and Justin was a poor thing. Awww, he had cake all over his shirt and face, and Alicia even dropped a glazed cherry down his shirt. He washed up and kept complaining about being very smelly and dirty, wanting to go back home instead of meeting up with the photographer and I. But no lah, he decided to accompany me, thanks GGG-Pa(great great grandpa)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent Jingyi off in a cab, Justin and I still had to wait for another 2-3hours before meeting the stupid James photographer, so we decided to head down to Queensway to get him a clean change of clothes. We talked like damn alot of cock, and Justin super loves to gossip too! Hahaha.. Justin, only you know and I know. Halfway throughout the bus ride, Mr Peh called to tell me that James wasn't coming to meet us anymore. CCB lah, everything already confirmed a week ago, and now he says he cant make it, 2 hours before the supposed time. So last minute lah, and is like not like all of are so free to meet him anytime anywhere. Arse pitch. Justin and I were like soooooo pissed, but it was quite okay since we were out already, and we were going to eat curry chicken rice! At Queensway, Justin didn't want to buy a shirt anymore, so we walked around, talked some more cock, and ate our dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't want to go home yet, because it was still quite bright, so we walked over to Anchorpoint to check out the outlet stores. I wanna shopppppppp, saw so many things I wanna get already. I'm gonna drag one of my girlfriends or Weijie to do some hardcore shopping! We ate Mango Ice, and the mango was sour. It was getting late, so we wanted to go back already. Unfortunately, it was raining heavy cats and dogs, and no shelter to my bus stop. It was a good thing I brought my silver umbrella! Althought the umbrella is supposed to only be for a single person, we tried to squeeze and avoid getting severely drenched by the rain. We walked and talked, until the traffic light junction. I kept talking and then realised that I was getting drenched. Talking, I suddenly said, "Eh, Justin, what you doing? Shelter me leh." Then I looked up; NAH BEH, the umbrella had turned the opposite direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(incomplete post againnnn, sleepy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-4021603443006198395?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/4021603443006198395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=4021603443006198395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4021603443006198395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4021603443006198395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-meeting-photographer-muther-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7949477125430590054</id><published>2008-10-22T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:51:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huishi and e-lis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88mSk0xQI/AAAAAAAACN0/csa_XzFHc_g/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259989518311015682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88mSk0xQI/AAAAAAAACN0/csa_XzFHc_g/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259989295922662706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88ZWHTzTI/AAAAAAAACM8/xMreCIPCIRA/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88mSk0xQI/AAAAAAAACN0/csa_XzFHc_g/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Went out with my Goh Huishi, and she still looks fabulous! Had a heart-to-heart talk with her while we walked, shopped, eat and cam-whored. We are like so so so so similar lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88lfoCgeI/AAAAAAAACNk/p5g8bt7jZ1M/s1600-h/2-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259989504634290658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88lfoCgeI/AAAAAAAACNk/p5g8bt7jZ1M/s320/2-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I spent an exorbitant amount on clothes and earrings at Bugis street, okay lah, below 100bucks. But it's still a heartache because I've not parted with so much money for a LONG time. We had finger-licking good Kentucky Fried Chicken, and I sure was satisfied despite all the oil spurting out. We decided to walk over to our usual hangout Suntec, and at the same time allow the fats to settle and deposit on our stomach walls, damn. We took pictures at the wrong places, and it was my first time in CHIJMES! A great chill-out place indeed, music, drinks and food tempting me. We had a mini cam-whore session, and then headed down to CityLink to try the Ice-cream at Marvelous Cream. Along the way we started to walk into shops, and we got so feverish over the pretty items in Accessorize! Marvelous Cream is like DAMN GOOD, the european cheese ice-cream with berries are fantastic! Go try it soon! We sat down at Esplanade till 10pm, then took Express bus 502 back, and continued to chat although we were already so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP884489jmI/AAAAAAAACN8/OIWWHjKKSsQ/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259989837850447458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP884489jmI/AAAAAAAACN8/OIWWHjKKSsQ/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88Z9YzXmI/AAAAAAAACNM/xvS39iHhQEI/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259989306465017442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88Z9YzXmI/AAAAAAAACNM/xvS39iHhQEI/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88lpoK7FI/AAAAAAAACNs/TIxHL5fZvqQ/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259989507319196754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88lpoK7FI/AAAAAAAACNs/TIxHL5fZvqQ/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I miss the times when we were like nut cases going crazy at almost everything. Sheesh, the good ol' days. Promise we'll meet on a more regular basis, and ALSO, the outings we were compromising on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88Z1tAIFI/AAAAAAAACNU/Hm2th3pSv0g/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259989304402255954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88Z1tAIFI/AAAAAAAACNU/Hm2th3pSv0g/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7949477125430590054?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7949477125430590054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7949477125430590054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7949477125430590054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7949477125430590054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/huishi-and-e-lis.html' title='huishi and e-lis!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP88mSk0xQI/AAAAAAAACN0/csa_XzFHc_g/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2375584938795844736</id><published>2008-10-19T00:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:03:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digital nail art</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPor1G082gI/AAAAAAAACMk/EjV3SRDDX2c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258563706274241026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPor1G082gI/AAAAAAAACMk/EjV3SRDDX2c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Huiqi and I met up with Amanda and Qinjie, in Eddie's car, to go to Amy tai tai's house to try out the nail art machine. I find it really cool that Amanda and Qinjie's entrepreneuring business is going to turn into a real business! Funding from the school has been approved, and now that they are progressing into designing namecards, designing a new package for everything, buying the machines, finding investors etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We sort of lost our way, that Qinjie had to use his GPRS for the right directions. When we finally got there, we went up to get our hands on the machine. Digital nail art is like so totally neat! Did 5 fingernails on my left, and it looked like pasted stickers over my nails! By the time we were done, it was already 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP9AmXOLAtI/AAAAAAAACOE/PSFYlNVwTag/s1600-h/nail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259993917604692690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP9AmXOLAtI/AAAAAAAACOE/PSFYlNVwTag/s320/nail.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Everyone went seperate ways, and even threesome got seperated. That fat bitch lah, need to go home for dinner. HAHAHA. Don't kill me Amanda, you mentioned it yourself. Huiqi and I went to Ang Mo Kio hub to buy our PIE KIA, at like only 1buck each, CHEAP SIA. I bought some fried cheese which tasted awful, and we wanted to buy our A1 Curry Chicken Puff but it was already "out of stock", so we got ourselves A1 Durian puffs. Still shiok lah. Got home and Daddy cut more fruits just for me! I feel loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2375584938795844736?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2375584938795844736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2375584938795844736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2375584938795844736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2375584938795844736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/nail-art.html' title='digital nail art'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPor1G082gI/AAAAAAAACMk/EjV3SRDDX2c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6104973253212786260</id><published>2008-10-15T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:48:35.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5hourbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPovTFKhhyI/AAAAAAAACMs/B9ZHIRo6MWc/s1600-h/Nature__s_Sense_Of_Humour_by_Daffros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258567519758812962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPovTFKhhyI/AAAAAAAACMs/B9ZHIRo6MWc/s320/Nature__s_Sense_Of_Humour_by_Daffros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE F***! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Had a five hour break today, and I think it was well spent. We headed to the Multi-purpose Hall to play badminton and I think the architecture of the ceiling is distractingly awful. It's so difficult to spot the shuttlecock coming in any way because the cock just blends in so well with its surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The few of us moved over to the gym for the 15minute orientation, Amanda and myself continued to stay on to work out. Felt gooooood. A full 20minute jog non-stop and 15minute walk. Not bad okay! Lost some calories, which equals another step toward slim-line-body-fit. Hahaha. I mean taking into account that my diet is atrociously frightening, at least I lose some fats instead of accumulating in my body, right? And the coolest part is that, the equipment all got television channel leh! SIBEH SHIOK LAH! I'm going back to the gym on a more consistent basis in future I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grabbed a bite during lesson, curry flavoured bun and Lo Mai Kai (glutinuous rice with chicken). Landscape Management class was pointless and useless to a large extent, and it was just copying of notes. Good thing for me, Fiona has everything copied out for me already! Thanks Fiona for the handwritten notes. Super neat and tidy lah, easy to read. I broke my personal record on sleeping in class. ONE HOUR STRAIGHT! When I woke up, I realised it was way past our break and it was already the last half an hour of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Had main committee meeting at the club house, and it was the usual banter noise we'd hear each time we meet. We dined at Bukit Timah Food Centre, and the Gong Gong damn shiok man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-6104973253212786260?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/6104973253212786260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=6104973253212786260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6104973253212786260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6104973253212786260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/had-five-hour-break-today-and-i-think.html' title='5hourbreak'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPovTFKhhyI/AAAAAAAACMs/B9ZHIRo6MWc/s72-c/Nature__s_Sense_Of_Humour_by_Daffros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8417019694632194641</id><published>2008-10-14T23:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:04:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J'mapelle Eloise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPoyogS5EcI/AAAAAAAACM0/cAtLuDviw6E/s1600-h/Tobi_is_French_by_darkpurpleanime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258571186353803714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPoyogS5EcI/AAAAAAAACM0/cAtLuDviw6E/s320/Tobi_is_French_by_darkpurpleanime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour! Je suis French! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm in L&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;VE with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's like the first time I ever listened attentively in class! Seriously no joke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I feel like I have a sense of achievement, and I can't wait to master the art of speaking French!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Although I heard it's tough to get a good grade, but hey, I'm doing something I'm actually interested in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-8417019694632194641?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8417019694632194641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8417019694632194641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8417019694632194641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8417019694632194641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-in-love-with-french-its-like-first.html' title='J&apos;mapelle Eloise!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPoyogS5EcI/AAAAAAAACM0/cAtLuDviw6E/s72-c/Tobi_is_French_by_darkpurpleanime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-306000322523473719</id><published>2008-10-13T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:24:31.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school, one word to describe it, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUMDRUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's just the monday blues. 6 weeks of holidays just flew past so quickly just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to eat &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Island Creamery&lt;/span&gt; with Eames, Jon Yeo, Huiqi, Amanda, Huadong, and Fiona. Ice-cream was still as delicious as ever, satisfying every part of our tastebuds, except for the slight bitterness coming from the burnt caramel that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us except Amanda headed down to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kallang, for our Standard Chartered interview&lt;/span&gt; for leadership position. Too bad for our dear Huiqi and Huadong, their last minute registration wasn't approved, and they made a wasted trip down. I was initially very apprehensive about going into the interviewing room, but I mustered courage and went ahead. And hey, it wasn't as fearful as I thought it would be! I was pretty confident, but I know I wouldn't get chosen because of the things I said, because what mattered was the four of us getting into the same group. And also I wouldn't be able to make it for most of the briefings :D Later on, Huiqi and Huadong went home, and it was left with the four of us. We ate at &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nihon Mura&lt;/span&gt; in Leisure Park Mall, and I finally got to eat the Octopus thing, we ordered two plates of 6 sticks some more! Shiok but a little too salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, I was&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; teaching them THE Italian phrase&lt;/span&gt; I learnt from Josh, and it's hilariously funny when they got so piqued and hysterical over it. This is how Eames interpreted from what I said. "an to leo, ben zea da meh dea, vongolo, atoo grabria" HAHAHAHA. Joker man. It looks really gibberish, but it's really cool when you can speak Italian (vulgarity)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-306000322523473719?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/306000322523473719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=306000322523473719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/306000322523473719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/306000322523473719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-of-school-one-word-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-155230125533767671</id><published>2008-10-12T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:34:29.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Simple pleasures in life, is just around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I went out for dinner with Daddy at our house downstairs. The portion given to us for a 12dollar stingray was smallish for three people. The food wasn't enough, I managed to feed my hunger pangs, but my stomach wasn't full. Daddy said, "Not enough food, I will go and order some more." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I took some time to ponder, and wondered what if one day Daddy gets retrenched during a recession or when he retires, would he still be able to say that again? He's the only one providing for the family right now, and in years to come when he retires, my brother and I will still be studying. Sis is leading her own life over at Sweden. Sheesh. I really wonder how man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When will be the day I would wake up from my materialistic and "perfect" world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-155230125533767671?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/155230125533767671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=155230125533767671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/155230125533767671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/155230125533767671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/simple-pleasures-in-life-is-just-around.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-9176962887492273711</id><published>2008-10-11T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:34:53.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS 5-Day Cutter Sailing Programme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMJlQ7mvI/AAAAAAAACLk/0JLGkzcXa78/s1600-h/OBS+pic+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255995598879562482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMJlQ7mvI/AAAAAAAACLk/0JLGkzcXa78/s320/OBS+pic+21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top:&lt;/strong&gt; Samuel, Yixuan, E-lis, Raziff, Elisa, Izzam, Weiyang, Renchou (blocked), Asyraff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom:&lt;/strong&gt; Pecksi, Priscilla, Cheryl, Alvin, Teckcheong, Kenneth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Third time at OBS Yo!&lt;/span&gt; And this time, the special highlight was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAILING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, like so totally cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMKVYcnAI/AAAAAAAACL0/TT__CTqQPd0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255995611795987458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMKVYcnAI/AAAAAAAACL0/TT__CTqQPd0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how our sail looks like at sea.&lt;br /&gt;Took this picture off the Internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Met up with everyone in school with Boyfriend sending me to school, thanks love! Xiangyun stole the fork and spoon from Canteen 1, and it was my idea. Hahaha. Boarded the bus, and had a hearty talk with the usuals, BUT, I was damn sad after the grouping was announced. I was seperated from ALL my friends; Lao Gary, Amanda, Xiangyun, Huadong. Shihao was sick and wasn't coming, and he was supposed to be in my group! Oh well, it was time for me to make some new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;strong&gt;ELIZABETH&lt;/strong&gt;, that's my group.&lt;br /&gt;Met our new instructor Samuel, and he is extremely amusing. He appears to us as a host or a DJ, and he has a thing for Happy Tree Friends. He should enter the media industry as the next Gurmit Singh man, and he has like a damn nice body. I may sound perverted, but hey, damn tanned and toned lah, motivate me to exercise and suntan more.&lt;br /&gt;I was initially telling Amanda and friends about this instructor named LJ, in my first OBS, and speaking of the devil, LanJiao was watch NEHRU's instructor! Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a round of introduction, and had lunch at the canteen. Food was much much better than the last time I was at OBS. I guess they must have changed vendor lah. We checked into our Bunks, and I chose a middle bed. We had our first activity, being the Height Elements. The 3-D logs, it was definitely challenging. I was paired up with Araziff and I really want to thank him for lifting me up that obstacle man. I so damn heavy, he damn strong lah! We completed it and we are definitely proud of it because only a few pairs managed to get to the top! Our obstacle course was so high up, that the distance between the first to the second log was about our height, and the distance increases as we go up higher. We tried the other high element which was way easier than the logs man. Araziff and I had no problem with it, and got up there really fast :D We stayed there at the Multi-Purpose Hall (MPH, denoted as Mad People's Hall by Samuel) for a pretty long time, and it was soon dinner time already. After dinner was preparation for sailing the next day. All the stores and food rations, plus our personal belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMJ0L_JPI/AAAAAAAACLs/hUGymefOoMw/s1600-h/semangat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255995602885354738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMJ0L_JPI/AAAAAAAACLs/hUGymefOoMw/s320/semangat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SECOND DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's D-Day and I was sure ecstatic about being able to sail!&lt;br /&gt;We had the usual morning circles, flag-raising, breakfast, lunch, and there was an inside joke about black dog, the chef, and the dog meat. At lunch, Cheryl stole fork and spoon from our locker in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;We took a watch picture in front our boat Semangat, which meant "spirit". Just getting up onto the boat gave me a sense of satisfaction. We had a trial using the stuff on the boat and getting things set up. It's incredibly difficult to understand and digest all that we were told. It was all bright and sunny, but it started to get very cloudy and windy. Elisa was having a hard time with the mainsail (the big sail set on the mainmast), so I helped her out by aiding her to pull in rope whenever needed. The winds were so puissant, the sails catching the wind were extensive, causing the boat to fall on one side. All of us tried to put our weight on the other side to balance out the boat, moving to Port or Starboard. It was somewhat frightening that it seemed like we were going to capsize anytime. We tried rowing the heavyweight oars, and I got quite annoyed when someone wasn't really helping rotate the oars 90degrees to the sea surface level whenever it went out of position, or pull with me. Instead she was just putting her hands on the oars, and this I know, I wasn't the only one complaining about her rowing. It's okay, I've already condoned to her effortless act. I was being put in-charge of letting go of the anchor in an anchorage, safe for the boat to anchor. Si Beh heavy lah! Araziff and I rowed the baby Avon to and fro getting people and items onto land. A few of us rowed back to the boat to put the lightsticks on the boat for easy monitoring at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camped out at Kekek Island, and had the privilege to jump into the quarry to get ourselves cleaned, since we had no chance to bathe. It felt so much better after getting rid of the sand in my water shoes, and washing the seawater off our skin in the rainwater pool. Our toilet were just rocks and trees further down a man-made soil path. I already peed in the sea, so I just accompanied the other girls. We cooked dinner using mass tins and pots, and food was surprisingly filling despite the diminutive amount. I got to know more about the girls in the tent, labelled Cheryl "Bimbo" because of her actions and the way she talked as if she had no brains. We chatted into the night till Elisa and I had to Patrol Duty with Amanda and Xiangyun from the other watch. Talked about our instructors, specifically directed at LJ. Hahaha. Colonies of ants came swarming in at our cooking area, and it was biting us to the max. Went back into the tent to sleep, and it sure was squeezy with 6 girls in the tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255995592324995538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMJM2M2dI/AAAAAAAACLc/kdN9w3YxKu4/s320/img0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;THIRD DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We woke up early in the morning before daybreak, girls made Milo for everyone, whereas the guys packed the tents for us. Pee-d behind the fly tent sheet held up and changed out into our wet long-sleeves. We got onto the sailboat once again, and prepared to sail to our next destination. This time, we were slightly clearer about the sailing terms, and also on our roles on the boat. I aweighed the anchor, and took over Elisa's charge of the mainsail. Was still trying to grasp the concept on when to pay out the mains or pull in. Amanda was telling me that LJ was screaming "Ease Sheets" during the storm, which sounded to them like "Eat Shit Eat Shit!" Hilarious man, the way she told me. I thought I had already mastered it on controlling the wind capture using the mainsail. We had a great workout once again on the oars. There was minimal wind in the sunny early afternoon once we set out and got going. However, as we were halfway into our journey to our next destination, there was a storm cooking up in three different locations, leading us to having numerous gusts of wind. Totally awesome, we were soon Gone with the Wind! It rained chimpanzees and gorillas, so freezing cold that we had to put on our Ponchos and huddled together with Asyraff and Cheryl. Cheryl was captain for the day and she finally proved herself not Bimbo. Hahahaha. Poor us, the only three behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this sailing journey, I realised that there are just some people that really annoys me to the max, because they just literally sit, stop and stare. Just getting a few bites, already all complainy and whiney. Nahbeh, friends is friends lah, but move your freaking lazy hands and legs to help out man. Call yourself a leader, after hearing you share with us that you're some vice-chairman back in secondary school. I also vice-chairman in secondary school, but I'm better off than you, at least help out whenever needed. When I ask for help to find things in urgency, you just sit there and look. WHAT THE FUCK. Nevermind, I condone to your unhelpfulness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Sembawang park, and did our cooking there. We had lots of beans to eat man. After that, we had to go back onto the sailboat, because we were going to sleep there for the night! I was getting really irritated because there were so many sandflies sucking my blood, I couldn't find my wet ziplock bag with my adidas shorts inside, I was starting to feel constipated, and because of that I got so heated up whenever people didn't want to try and help. I didn't get to change on land, and so did I not intend to change out of my wet clothes once on the boat. But I did in the end of course. We were passing Prickly Heat powder around and it was super shiok lah, especially on the inner thighs. I was so in love with the powder that I kept re-applying. We slept on the boat with the fly sheet over us. After a round of sharing, we had intellectual games like black magic and maa maa, and a game of 5-45 with the 8 of us, to try and finish the Milo Samuel made for us at night. We slept in and I was in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. It was chilly, and I woke up with backaches and stiff necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;FOURTH DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sleeping under the skies above the waters, was definitely an amazing experience despite the shivery moments in the morning. Once again, I was the anchor woman but also teaching people the right way to take it out. I learnt how to tie the knots and set up the Mizzen, and also took charge of the mainsail once again. And this time I got confused on what to do with the mainsail because it seemed like everything I did was the opposite! Teck Cheong was the Captain for the day, and I sure felt the stress and pressure he was under by Samuel. Samuel is frightening when he's serious, and he was scolding him all the way. Samuel scolded him so much that he didn't really know what to actually do. "Captain! Where are you going? Bear bear bear, remain course! Move towards the wind! You are moving into Iron! Poor fella, I certainly did not have the guts to be Captain, Imma coward. We were instructed to find another role to take up, so I took a break as Elisa was brave enough to take over as captain. Cheryl took over me, and I went to help out with the Stays whenever a Tack was instructed. "Prepare to Tack, Tack NOW!" Everyone was so afraid that it wouldn't be successful, to avoid getting screamed at by Instructor Samuel. Sheesh. I started to get sleepy, and once we got into a small storm again, I took over Cheryl again because she had a hard time pulling the rope. After the storm, we switched roles again, and I tried being the Dipper, which seemed easy just required to pull across on the other side during a Tack. Waliao, Si Beh difficult lah, even me being so weighty, the guys had to help me get it across. I can totally understand how Izzam went through getting the mainsail to either the starboard or port side. Didn't get a chance to do the Jib Sail though. According the Samuel, we are very very lucky because we had great winds on all three days, whereas not alot of groups stands a chance to sail as much as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived back at camp, and we quickly unloaded everything onto the speedboat. We washed whatever we could possibly clean like the water bottles and life vests, and also helped out in tying up the ropes, and washing the sails. Friends found my shorts which left me much more relieved, and I was finally liberated from my distress, bombing the civilization's toilets, and also getting all the dirt and salt off my body. I smelt way gooood after my bath. We had dinner, and thank goodness the dog was still alive, and the chef still hadn't slaughtered it for dog meat. It actually came to find us at our Bunks! We started feeding it with biscuits and all. Dinner time and there wasn't dog meat, but the chicken tasted best out of the three days. Samuel and LJ told us a story, and they tied our hands to whoever was beside us. So hilarious, instead of teamwork on feeding each other or something, we were playing pranks on one another. I kept disturbing Weiyang by pulling the strings when he was just about to put the spoon into his mouth. In the end I got my desserts by Cheryl and Weiyang by getting my pants dirty with the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we had a night walk into the forest, and were brought to this place with tunnels with dead ends. Cheryl was leading the way, and we had no idea where we were going. Thank goodness we went in as a group, if we were to find our way alone in the dark I'd be really scared. We had a sharing session again, and I was so disappointed in myself. Samuel asked us to talk about who is the leader you want to be. I hesitated, and just kept quiet. I just didn't know what to say, I don't feel as superior I once felt in the past, and don't know who is that leader I want to be. Instead I said "I want to have followers" but that was not what I really meant. I want people to look up to me as a great leader who is inspiring but at the same time, is still learning in the process. Gosh. I need to find my purpose back in life, I need to self-reflect. Although exhausted, Cheryl, Peck Si and I chatted into the night until 2am, whilst all the rest were already deep in their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;FIFTH DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Supposed reporting time was 5.55am but all of us woke up at 5.45am! "Malaysia" (inside joke) was the only one who had a watch and never failed to wake us up at 5am, but he poor thing, we always don't wake up on time! We got ready by 6.30am and walked over with Nehru. We did some last minute packing, and then after breakfast, we had another high element courage jump, whereby we would have to climb up onto a platform, say what we would want to achieve after the course, and then jump to grab a handle at least 1m away, at eye level. It seemed scary, but all of us made it through! Teck Cheong was the first to go and seemed so scared, that dog. HAHAHAHA. He's so cute lah, those gullible mummy's boy, lauging and smiling at EVERYTHING. As the rest went back to clearthe stores, Weiyang, Teck Cheong and I went to keep the mainsails for Elizabeth and Nehru. Heavy siah. We had lunch, souvenir shopping and settling of administration stuff, then it was the already the end of our course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Honestly speaking, out of the three OBSs I had been to, this is the not-so-fun one. I still prefer the CCA leaders Pinnacle OBS, that one ultra fun to the max with freaking mad people. I was also a totally different person myself, a much confident one. However, every OBS course with different people has their own highlights.&lt;br /&gt;Time had passed so quickly, and the three day two night Sailing expedition was a whole new experience. Although there were people in the group who were not very co-operative, but I believe every single one was very participative. There were so many inside jokes like Bimbo Cheryl, all the "No lahs", Malaysia boleh, dog meat etc. It was fun being with the group, especially when we get very bonded out of the blues. Crazy and spastic bunch. So hereby I say, Thank you Elizabeth. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMJM2M2dI/AAAAAAAACLc/kdN9w3YxKu4/s1600-h/img0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-9176962887492273711?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/9176962887492273711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=9176962887492273711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/9176962887492273711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/9176962887492273711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/obs-5-day-cutter-sailing-programme.html' title='OBS 5-Day Cutter Sailing Programme'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPEMJlQ7mvI/AAAAAAAACLk/0JLGkzcXa78/s72-c/OBS+pic+21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1519122080870093791</id><published>2008-10-04T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:44:01.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpTJWoiOI/AAAAAAAACMU/Kx-bbMSLs5I/s1600-h/b4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168386511538402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpTJWoiOI/AAAAAAAACMU/Kx-bbMSLs5I/s320/b4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Went to AMK Hub with the expanded family to submit our registration for the Big Walk 2008. So cool, can't wait to go and lose some wobbly fats via long distance walking with the other fatty friends of mine. We watched a few people eat at the Food Court, whilst the rest of us had drinks. After food, we all went to the arcade to play! Shared the Tapz card with Jon, and we had numerous rounds of basketball shoot-outs and Daytona. Amazingly, I always got 1st or 2nd for Daytona when we all link play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpS1LPK-I/AAAAAAAACME/h-d8UFv-6HI/s1600-h/b2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168381095029730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpS1LPK-I/AAAAAAAACME/h-d8UFv-6HI/s320/b2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Later on, we all gathered around the capsule station just outside the cinema. Started slotting coins into the MarioKart machine, an NDS game loved by all of us in Semester 2. Sheesh, excitement comes in when we try to open the capsule to see what we get. I had a go three times, and I got the Banana Slip, the Ink Squid, Thunderstorm, and the Golden Mushroom (looked ugly orange) Eames gave me. The guys were so irritating, they actually stuck the donation stickers on my back, and it was on my back for quite long without anyone telling me about it, even all the ladies. Evil pigs. It's ok, since I'm so forgiving, I shall let them off this once. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpSwZp8qI/AAAAAAAACL8/5e1wio5ihjo/s1600-h/b1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168379813327522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpSwZp8qI/AAAAAAAACL8/5e1wio5ihjo/s320/b1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me. Kept in the dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpTVzF4fI/AAAAAAAACMc/GBuoufLZtT8/s1600-h/b5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168389852127730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpTVzF4fI/AAAAAAAACMc/GBuoufLZtT8/s320/b5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Had Durian pancakes together with Auntie Huiting and Lao Bubu Jingyi, and it tasted good alright! Life is good. Went home with Huiting and Huadong as the rest stayed for dinner to meet the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpSx2YWHI/AAAAAAAACMM/5q7xKTbVT0A/s1600-h/b3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168380202244210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpSx2YWHI/AAAAAAAACMM/5q7xKTbVT0A/s320/b3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1519122080870093791?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1519122080870093791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1519122080870093791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1519122080870093791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1519122080870093791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-to-amk-hub-with-expanded-family-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SPGpTJWoiOI/AAAAAAAACMU/Kx-bbMSLs5I/s72-c/b4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-5717490959220793738</id><published>2008-10-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:29:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out with Daddy</title><content type='html'>Thursday and Friday had been a day out with Daddy, to compensate for all the guilt of not being there to accompany him the whole week. He has a 1 month MC, and I wouldn't be able to spend much time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brother and I went to the Jurong Polyclinic with Daddy to get his wound dressing done. The waiting time took us about half an hour, but it only took him 5 minutes to come out of the room. Grrrr. Weijie came to meet us at the bus stop, and we took a one-stop bus ride down to have Bak Ku Teh at the Hawker Centre. Neh Beh, damnnnnnnn nice lah! The taste still lingers in my mouth, two bowls of refills wasn't enough! Brother didn't come along with us, so the rest of us took the MRT to Paya Lebar and walked towards the HDB Flats. We took the lift up to the house, where my Dad always went for his backbone consultation. Weijie went through all the massages and therapies, and Dad bought him the Backbone brace for 90bucks! That's expensive, but cannot beat the shoulder-backbone brace he paid for, 120bucks! And that doesn't include the consultation fee man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after that we wanted to go to the Hotel's restaurant for lunch, however, we couldn't find the Nonya Buffet, and Dad was craving for Turtle soup. So we gave in to him since he's an old man, and took bus 7. Daddy claimed that it will go Geylang Lorong 19 Road, and I even asked him to confirm it with the bus driver but he said no need. Nope, the bus turned instead of going straight, and Dad said it was okay, because he had wanted to go to the Buddha Tooth Temple. It surely wasn't our lucky day, Bus 7 doesn't go to Chinatown! We decided to go Holland Village to eat the famous XO Fish Beehoon, and the place have yet to open. Wahhhh, we ended up eating Kway Chap at the hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sort of sent Dad home along the bus journey, and Weijie and I were just in time for our haircut appointment. The hairdresser was a cool lady who rides a white motorbike, she has really long hair which you can imagine her hair flying in the wind as she rides the , and her name is Yoou. Her saloon at some very ulu place in Jurong West, and she maximizes the use of the space, decorating the place with a very Mediterranean-boho look. She helped Weijie trim his hair, and she helped me to cut the style I wanted. So far, she's the only hairdresser who cuts my hair the way I wanted. Power, I love her lah! I'm going back there for my haircuts in future! Headed home to change out, and went running with Chua Weijie at Bukit Batok Nature Reserve. We ran a very short distance, but nevermind, at least I managed to burn off some fats yo! We even played five-ten-fifteen-twenty all the way out of the park, four feet being to have to jog a few lamposts away. He sent me home and I went to have dinner with Dad. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had breakfast with Daddy, Aunt Waileng, and my brother at the hawker center at our house downstairs. Wheee, my century egg porridge with raw fish (yusheng)! Later on, Weijie joined us again, and my brother left as usual. We took the MRT and walked to the Buddha Tooth Temple. Because I was wearing shorts, I had to wear the sarong thing to show respect for the temple. It was my first time there, and the place was really very commercialized. They had aircon in the whole place, you could buy 20dollar offerings, people could adopt statues as donations as much as 80,000bucks, and the relics looked like beads etc. My dad spent at least 40 bucks on just small donations alone. No doubt the temple looked clean and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for Dim Sum, and it wasn't Yum Cha, so it wasn't the least nice. Aunt Waileng went for work, because she only took half-day off, so we sent her off at Outram Park, whilst Weijie and I accompanied my Dad for the rest of the day. Daddy wanted to watch the movie Painted Skin, so we took the train down to Dhoby Ghaut and walked to The Cathay. Had a good chat with Dad and his past, and I was pretty excited it was only the 5th movie I'm watching with Dad! Plus first time with my boyfriend! It's so damn obvious he's already accepted Chua Weijie, like almost his own son. Awwwww. The movie was okay, and we sent Dad home on his way again by Bus. I accompanied Weijie to develop his black and white pictures from his Ricoh camera, at some shop called Miao Lann. The service nah beh bad lah, the film was spoilt in the ending part of the roll, but I mean the film was left there for 3 days already, and nothing could be done meh? We gonna go back and collect the pictures a few days later, and we'll see if they even bother developing it out for us. We then went to IMM to get the stuff for his ex-class's BBQ the next day, and I bought prawns home to cook with Daddy :D Had subway for dinner and met Ng Sihua. Hahaha. Reached home and got Daddy to teach me how to cook the real Assam Prawns. Now I know what he meant by squeezing the tamarind's juice. It was too watery because Daddy kept adding water, but it tasted nice alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DADDY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-5717490959220793738?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/5717490959220793738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=5717490959220793738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5717490959220793738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/5717490959220793738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-and-friday-had-been-day-out.html' title='out with Daddy'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-616594023278228282</id><published>2008-10-01T23:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:01:08.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Del Mar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOZd8nUrOBI/AAAAAAAACHE/pj6NUFOqKPA/s1600-h/cafe1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252989311303497746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOZd8nUrOBI/AAAAAAAACHE/pj6NUFOqKPA/s320/cafe1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Del Mar is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was going Sentosa again, on a very cool, breezy, and cloudy day. Today was supposed to be suntanning day with Fiona and her friend, Colleen. I made a new friend! I was actually sitting next to her in the same train, the same carriage, and I was standing behind her when the doors opened. I couldn't help it but notice her strikingly colourful bag, and I was staring right at her hair, thinking why this girl pin her hair up until so style, so many pins. We alighted the train and I was practically following her to pave the way into the crowd, onto the escalator. I called Fiona, and was looking for her at the control station. I then saw this girl behind Fiona, OMG, it was the same girl I stared at, because I recognized her bag! At least I hit off with her pretty well, it wasn't as awkward as what I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes! We were on our way to Sentosa, and I got in free with Huiting's Islander card :D I seriously couldn't stand the crowd, people behind us in the train were pushing us like as if we were made of air, can be compressed. Nahbeh, bloody banglah behind pushing me still dare to complain. We arrived Beach Station, and it was a relief to be out of that pack of squashed sardines. We walked to Cafe Del Mar, Fiona and I were so totally excited. We just simply let Colleen do all the talking, and just followed her. We wanted the Day Beds, but just because it was a public holiday, we would have to spend at least 100bucks just to sit on it. We at least had the wooden deck chairs on the first row. We three had to share two deck chairs because there wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;Colleen ordered her chicken wings and fries, and shared with us; Fiona ordered a Carlsberg beer; I had a glass of Lime Soda. The food and drinks not cheap ehhh. But worth it because of the facilities. Whoaaaa, I tell you, the chilli sauce for the chicken wings was superb man. We got so tempted by the chicken wings, that Fiona and I decided to order another basket to share, after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOji1rjZIiI/AAAAAAAACK8/WBFUymwO4NI/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253698377179800098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOji1rjZIiI/AAAAAAAACK8/WBFUymwO4NI/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjiqaJo32I/AAAAAAAACK0/2VclsWzVF4k/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253698183529815906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjiqaJo32I/AAAAAAAACK0/2VclsWzVF4k/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We stayed there for at least 5 freaking whole hours just to wish and hope for the sun to appear, and our happy moment only lasted us for a very very very very very short while.I got so irritated with the clouds lah, block my sun for my beauty tan. Hahaha. Meanwhile, we went into the shallow pool, and we were acting stupid trying to chase each other in the pool along the seating area. Definitely not my idea, but I thought it was quite fun, hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh1RoqP2I/AAAAAAAACJU/cnzo5sDw-IY/s1600-h/cafe4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253697270710943586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh1RoqP2I/AAAAAAAACJU/cnzo5sDw-IY/s320/cafe4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh1jOqf5I/AAAAAAAACJc/DCJZirWBUUw/s1600-h/cafe5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253697275433746322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh1jOqf5I/AAAAAAAACJc/DCJZirWBUUw/s320/cafe5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOji1gQ4-jI/AAAAAAAACLE/0gewvqJrb6A/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253698374149405234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOji1gQ4-jI/AAAAAAAACLE/0gewvqJrb6A/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I totally had no idea why there were sooooo many Banglahs, but they were like flocking birds flooding up the beach. We were waiting and waiting for the Sun to appear, and the Sun must be on the Banglahs' side, because they already so black, later tan some more become oily man. It's not that I want to discriminate them lah, but they are just fucking gross can. They simply gather around the fence area, and just keeps taking pictures of girls in bikinis, and most importantly US. We were just behind that fence, and surely got our face in there lah. Because Cafe Del Mar was blasting loud loud techno music, some act cool bui cool banglahs started dancing. WTF, barbaric black morons man, they were like just jumping around, no style one. They kept snapping pictures at the place, and US, and the bikini babes, and they would just stop and stare in their groups. It was so bad that the male staff from Cafe Del Mar had to come out to ask those disgusting banglahs to back off. They still continued to stop and stare, till the Beach Patrol Security guard had to ask them to go away. Thank god for the Cafe Del Mar staff, we felt protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh1mWDB6I/AAAAAAAACJk/hlo-jVa10Ys/s1600-h/cafe6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253697276270020514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh1mWDB6I/AAAAAAAACJk/hlo-jVa10Ys/s320/cafe6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the BANGLAHS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjipyoAB2I/AAAAAAAACKU/_9wrLrYG9nM/s1600-h/cafe7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253698172919744354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjipyoAB2I/AAAAAAAACKU/_9wrLrYG9nM/s320/cafe7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253698174728484194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjip5XPNWI/AAAAAAAACKc/F1e7EsAOIIQ/s320/cafe8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fish-eye competitor. Who's eyes bigger?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjiqO1-MLI/AAAAAAAACKs/sZf1k70hzjI/s1600-h/cafe10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253698180494536882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjiqO1-MLI/AAAAAAAACKs/sZf1k70hzjI/s320/cafe10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We had a bath, changed out, took the train back to Vivo City. The crowd was insanely crazy. Initially thought I couldn't join them for dinner, but in the end I did. We took the MRT train to City Hall and met the other two monkeys at Starbucks, Amanda and Jon Han. We ate at Just Noodles, and it was good alright, but still wasn't full after all the free flow (mian fei liew) drinks and ice-cream. Took some pictures together, and off we went for home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh02ptu9I/AAAAAAAACJE/64pub4Da4xU/s1600-h/cafe2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253697263467609042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh02ptu9I/AAAAAAAACJE/64pub4Da4xU/s320/cafe2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjiqIMmDkI/AAAAAAAACKk/I3RieNL6VvU/s1600-h/cafe9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253698178710376002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjiqIMmDkI/AAAAAAAACKk/I3RieNL6VvU/s320/cafe9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh1C-96BI/AAAAAAAACJM/8Lk_HLdS2BY/s1600-h/cafe3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253697266777974802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjh1C-96BI/AAAAAAAACJM/8Lk_HLdS2BY/s320/cafe3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-616594023278228282?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/616594023278228282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=616594023278228282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/616594023278228282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/616594023278228282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/10/cafe-del-moar-is-love-man-i-was-going.html' title='Cafe Del Mar!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOZd8nUrOBI/AAAAAAAACHE/pj6NUFOqKPA/s72-c/cafe1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1042011799558965555</id><published>2008-09-30T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:59:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa beach is THE life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VFlFFTI/AAAAAAAACH8/Gp4J7enogko/s1600-h/s2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651637742146866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VFlFFTI/AAAAAAAACH8/Gp4J7enogko/s320/s2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VBGBiyI/AAAAAAAACIE/muy0mQ5yjCc/s1600-h/s3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651636538149666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VBGBiyI/AAAAAAAACIE/muy0mQ5yjCc/s320/s3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I was out with the expanded family and makan gang today, to SENTOSA on a rainy day! Wheeeee. I met up with Jon Yeo, HuiTing, Eames and JingYi for brunch at Seah Lim Hawker Centre again, and I had BK-Bah Ku Teh! The soup tasted like those type you put the instant noodle seasoning packet into warm water, it felt like there was alot of MSG. The Horlicks JingYi Lao Bubu ordered for me was superlicious, thick and sweet! Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gcUIikI/AAAAAAAACI0/Gjsbpt-X5BQ/s1600-h/s9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651832823646786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gcUIikI/AAAAAAAACI0/Gjsbpt-X5BQ/s320/s9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VjgiE0I/AAAAAAAACIM/WvLsUzLp-sA/s1600-h/s4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651645776139074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VjgiE0I/AAAAAAAACIM/WvLsUzLp-sA/s320/s4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We headed down to Sentosa again, and it was still raining quite heavily. But once we set foot on Sentosa's Beach Station, it stopped miraculously! Wowwww. We took the tram to Siloso Point, and we thought we could find a volleyball court and just start our game. No, we were all wrong and very sad. It was crowded to the max, all the JC students didn't seem to have school. We asked a group of teens who are Year1s in SRJC, whether we could join them in their game. They agreed, and we sure played out pretty badly, maybe because they were slightly more serious. Their time slot was up, and we asked how much they paid for the court, because it was the one that belongs to the hotel. 26 bucks for 2hours, @)#(*@*&amp;amp;#! We felt bad about taking up half their space, so we left, and continued to play ball on our self-drawn court, net-less. Jon Han, Fiona, Huadong and Amanda soon came to find us. We had a hilarious time trying to play frisbee, and those who wanted to suntan tried to tan with the faraway sun whenever we felt the heatwaves from the Sun. At about 5plus, we finally managed to get a court! So we played and Zi-high until 8plus into the night, I got whacked and smacked by incoming balls or swinging arms several times of maybe around 5 times. Once game ended, we finally went to clean up and change out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gJ8zATI/AAAAAAAACIc/2AvyFv5-QD0/s1600-h/s6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651827893928242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gJ8zATI/AAAAAAAACIc/2AvyFv5-QD0/s320/s6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gT5YbcI/AAAAAAAACIk/rlXG5l_0pwg/s1600-h/s7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651830563958210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gT5YbcI/AAAAAAAACIk/rlXG5l_0pwg/s320/s7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We were all complaining about hunger, and we were so tempted at the thought of juicy two piece chicken thighs at KFC! We ran to KFC at Harbour Front once we alighted from the Sentosa Train. Jon Yeo, HuaDong and Eames had the guts to ask an Auntie for KFC coupons from a table, then we got a Family Feast coupon from an Indian couple. The food came, and the four of us who shared the Family Feast, Jon Yeo, JingYi and Huiting; took all the "Big Chickens" like the thighs and breast meat. The rest of our dear friends only managed to get the miserably small chicken wings and drumsticks. Awwwwww. We camwhored a little here and there, but most of it had Fiona's big face. Hahahaha. I had fun :D &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gvqXqpI/AAAAAAAACI8/0j0jJUnk2o8/s1600-h/s10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651838017186450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gvqXqpI/AAAAAAAACI8/0j0jJUnk2o8/s320/s10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VidHd8I/AAAAAAAACIU/1VFbYYTG8dQ/s1600-h/s5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651645493376962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VidHd8I/AAAAAAAACIU/1VFbYYTG8dQ/s320/s5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gSPXrBI/AAAAAAAACIs/Lta2f_k3w_A/s1600-h/s8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651830119312402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gSPXrBI/AAAAAAAACIs/Lta2f_k3w_A/s320/s8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VNqGNyI/AAAAAAAACH0/NBUCLAPFCWc/s1600-h/s1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253651639910676258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VNqGNyI/AAAAAAAACH0/NBUCLAPFCWc/s320/s1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4gvqXqpI/AAAAAAAACI8/0j0jJUnk2o8/s1600-h/s10.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1042011799558965555?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1042011799558965555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1042011799558965555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1042011799558965555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1042011799558965555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/sentosa-beach-is-life.html' title='Sentosa beach is THE life!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOi4VFlFFTI/AAAAAAAACH8/Gp4J7enogko/s72-c/s2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-97736236682435</id><published>2008-09-29T23:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:17:22.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJmI_tqfvI/AAAAAAAACG0/FFn2nGlyTYY/s1600-h/gun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251872420195368690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJmI_tqfvI/AAAAAAAACG0/FFn2nGlyTYY/s320/gun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shooting you dead, James.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm so not having a good time, I'm just pissed, disheartened at everything I do or see. Because of this "SPECIAL" guy, I just can't get the load off my chest right now.&lt;br /&gt;The freelance photographer employed by Mr Leon Peh for the Year 3s photo-taking this year, is full of shit. He crashed the ceiling on that day and still denies the fact that he did it; he made the director pissed because of his indecisiveness on arranging the people on stage; he takes the pictures with shadows blocking peoples' faces; and right now he's giving me a hell of a time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hello Mr JAMES CHUAN WEE YEO. You are the most unprofessional, stupid, moronic person who produces and provides inferior products. I'm trying to refrain myself from using any vulgarity, BUT FUCK CARE LAH. I'M JUST FUCKING PISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSED. YOU are making life so difficult for me and my president, especially me.&lt;br /&gt;I had all the excel sheets prepared nicely swee swee for him to refer to. The Title (FMB, CEE, REB), class, name sequence of each class if necessary, pictures order accordingly, and I even tallied the number of pictures he should print. I had made it clear in the first few times I talked to him, and even if at the last time we last contacted I did not mention it, it is freaking common sense that every picture should have a title. Guess what he did, he printed out 300 pictures, with 3/4 of them simply being printed straight from the computer without edit, and the other 1/4 were the pictures with the title, name sequence, but no title. There was totally no Ngee Ann badge or whatsoever, and we even showed him last year's sample. Come on man, it's so plainly done that I could have done it myself with no trouble. Call yourself professional, we are having so many problems because of this JAMES guy. FUCK LAH. Still got the cheek to tell us that he does this and is not making enough money. Come on, he actually forgot, the fact that he had to laminate the pictures. OH MY GOSH. WALIAO, PLEASE LAH. We give you 5 bucks per piece for just printing meh, shit you lah. And I so remember right now that I made things very clear to you, and I did mention you have to put the title in every picture, I remember emphasizing to him, "for example Facilities Management for Business". How could it be that I hadn't made it clear to him. He never take class photo before still want to shoot and scold me, and even better, his informal picture got names for each row one, where it's quite impossible, because the groups hurdle together which forms numerous broken rows. He's just unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aside to that, I went out with Weijie the whole day, and he accompanied me to meet that fake professional in the early afternoon. After that we took a bus down to Suntec and we jalan jalan. We played arcade, and I won him in all the games lah! The Mario Kart, the Time Crisis, the basketball hoop one (He doesn't want to admit I'm better), and also all the hand games we played all the way back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJqh7SeVdI/AAAAAAAACG8/1QdMSbsUx58/s1600-h/mariokart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251877246550824402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJqh7SeVdI/AAAAAAAACG8/1QdMSbsUx58/s320/mariokart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIO KART :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-97736236682435?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/97736236682435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=97736236682435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/97736236682435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/97736236682435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-like-shooting-you-dead-james.html' title=':('/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJmI_tqfvI/AAAAAAAACG0/FFn2nGlyTYY/s72-c/gun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1164310491810769112</id><published>2008-09-28T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:01:10.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>main comm at Vivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjyxdOrJkI/AAAAAAAACLU/ObXmcAYJCw0/s1600-h/k5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253715896801371714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjyxdOrJkI/AAAAAAAACLU/ObXmcAYJCw0/s320/k5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have been out with the same ku ku main comm, to celebrate Gary's birthday in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Myself, Gary, Chervel, Simon, Sharon, Shijie, Sihua, Michelle, Guo An, Xiang Yun, and Junxian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on my way to the Vivo, Gary was calling up each and everyone of us asking where we were, because he was the only one. When I finally reached Vivo, I gave him a missed call, and he returned my call, telling me, "Hello, eh, I very happy, everyone come already." He sounds like he's so easily satisfied! Sharon stayed around us only for awhile, and the rest of us went outdoor to sit down and chit chat. Somehow, our topics seems very limited now, but oh well. Guo An left us to go watch HIS FREE F1 RACE, and we all went to catch a movie called 'The Days'. Honestly, typical gangster story, but not intriguing enough, not a very well-made film lah, like there is no behind meaning, or it doesn't occur to me at all. Simon left for elsewhere before I could even wave him goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dinner time, and main comm super kuku, doing weird things like doing take-aways from Subway and Kopitiam up to the Sky Park, to eat. Gary and I bought Kilkenny Irish beer to share (because I had been wanting to try thanks to Weijie), and I finally tried it. Ummm.. guess I just prefer Breezer. Gary bought ABC beer to try, and it stinks ginseng with a bitter aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea to give Gary a surprise, but a very small one. All of us except Xiangyun and Chervel gave an excuse that we had to go, so we'd thought he would get very sad because we had to go off so early after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually went to buy a mini cake for him, and cheesecake for ourselves and also to smash onto his face. We bought a pack of relighting candles, and initially wanted to get him a whole roasted chicken or durian, but he just had beer so couldn't. We wanted to save cost on the forks and knives, so Junxian and I went up to Long John Silver, and we were super suspicious. I went up to the counter, and asked the girl to give me 4 forks. I tried to ignore Junxian, but he kept asking me how many forks did I ask. The girl at the counter kept staring at me wherever I went, and she asked him why we needed so many forks for. But the problem was we weren't sitting down at all, and her that pair of eyes remained stagnant on me when we walked away. Felt so guilty! But heck lah, not gonna care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to surprise him up at the sky park, but Gary turned just as we were about to get nearer. Siannnn. He had a hard time blowing out the candles, and it was hilarious! A good birthday trick indeed. A good cheesy cake smash onto Gary's face, and I'm sure he enjoyed it. I know he totally unexpected it, because he was really gullible to think we went home. Actually not really, is because Xiangyun was very convincing when she kept whining about not wanting us to go back. We camwhored a little, and everyone tried to imitate Gary's cute pose, and I was the closest to it! Right Gary? Hahaha. It was time to get back because I promised Daddy to be home by 10, but I broke it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1164310491810769112?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1164310491810769112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1164310491810769112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1164310491810769112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1164310491810769112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/main-comm-at-vivo.html' title='main comm at Vivo'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOjyxdOrJkI/AAAAAAAACLU/ObXmcAYJCw0/s72-c/k5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6220191682329388021</id><published>2008-09-27T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:03:34.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad's successful operation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisa20kshI/AAAAAAAACHM/41rejvApKZI/s1600-h/h1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253638542720283154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisa20kshI/AAAAAAAACHM/41rejvApKZI/s320/h1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Daddy just had his slip disc operation. It was a success, and he's recovering really fast. :D&lt;br /&gt;Weijie and I spent almost our 26th month in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Like Weijie mentioned in his blog, "near 15hours of staying in the hospital, i'm glad it's all worth it, seeing e-lis dad recovering fast and so refresh aft a long op! haha.not exactly long but to the ones waiting, it was loooooooong, right e-lis?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I woke up at about 6am to get ready, and leave the house. Aunt Waileng took half day to accompany Daddy and settle the admin stuff for him at the hospital, so I was like calefare, but not quite. Weijie came over to meet us at 6.45am, and that's really early for him. We took a cab down to Singapore General Hospital, and Daddy waited at the Day Room for Patients, and we went to settle things at the admin office. When we went up and wait for Daddy to be allocated to his room, there was this group of 5 trainee doctors who wanted to interview Daddy. Daddy accepted the interview willingly, and he was very sporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were brought to Daddy's ward after that, and it was almost luxurious. There are 4 beds in a room, and each bed is entitled to one television, the rooms has aircon, a toilet and a bathroom. Considered not bad for hospital already, a Class B at least. There we met Daddy's room mates, and the three of them were going to be discharged on that day itself. They had already stayed there for almost a week. There was this Ang Moh Pai guy, who was very funny and friendly in a cool way, and the other two were old Hokkien grandfathers. One of them had the same problem as my Dad, and did the same operation. The other two had a knee operation, and one of their's was damn disgusting and scary. It was like a large long and deep slit on his left swollen knee, and it looked like it had been cut open and then sewed back. Scary lah. The four of them had a chat, and the Ang Moh Pai Uncle talked to Weijie and I. He asked Weijie if he was Daddy's son, and he pointed to me. It just happens. He asked us if we were still schooling and all, and started joking with us like, SP is 'sure pass', NP is 'no pass', NYP is 'not yet pass', and he havent thought of any for RP. There was this Indian nurse who came in and heard him, and she told him, "Sir, your joke very good ah, very funny. No wonder the sun crying (because it was raining)." LOL! And that Ang Moh Pai Uncle very funny lah! The way he talk is just damn cool lah, I think cooler than my Dad, but my Dad cuter, even the nurses there said so. The same group of trainee doctors came to find Daddy again, and this time they wanted to have a check-up on him to have a closer look at his condition. Once they left, he said he felt like a guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisb7N105I/AAAAAAAACHk/NmDBtXMXX2k/s1600-h/h4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253638561079874450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisb7N105I/AAAAAAAACHk/NmDBtXMXX2k/s320/h4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daddy was sent into the operation theatre not long after, and Daddy told us not to worry instead of us telling him that. Aunt Waileng, Weijie and I went for lunch after that, and I told them I will treat them, because Dad gave me 60bucks for two days expenditure on food. One shot, we ordered three set meals at Delifrance, 30bucks gone. Whoaaa. Aunt Waileng went off for work, so Weijie and I went up to the Day Room to play with our laptop or PSP. I was re-playing Feeding Frenzy 2, and Weijie got so interested, he got his hands on it as I took a nap. He's so lousy, he kept losing in just the first few stages. We waited there at the Day Room, and I was checking the television for Daddy's identifier code, so that we would know what is Daddy's condition at that point of time. I thought the numbers were generated by the hospital except the last letter from the NRIC. I saw a letter I on one of the codes, and it read 'Moving back to Ward'. So I went back to the ward with Weijie to wait for Daddy to come. There was this lady who came to fetch her father, and once I came in, she said in Hokkien, "She not Singaporean right?" Obviously I don't understand what she said, so Weijie just kept saying things like, "You look like Filipino or Indonesian meh, or Caucasian?" Out of all nationalities he mentioned, of course I want to look like Ang Moh lah! So they all started talking to us, and the same lady asked Weijie how come HIS father is taking so long. I was like huh, why everyone assumes that my Daddy is his Daddy, and always asks him instead of me. So sad lah. I watched them discharge and go home, and the two ah gongs never say bye to us, except the Ang Moh Pai Uncle family bid us farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Daddy only came back to the ward 2hours later, and kept us worrying a lot. However, when Daddy came back on the stretcher bed, he was awake! There was a few male nurses who helped him get onto the ward bed, and there was this Indian nurse started rattling about soccer with Weijie and the nurses, a hardcore Man U supporter I suppose, a very excited one. He told the other guy nurse that he was a F1 driver, and asked him to park the F1 car carefully (the stretcher bed). I realised that the Indian nurses in the hospital have a very good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I had to SMS all the concerned family members, and even Sis in Sweden. Daddy had a doctor he doesn't even know coming in to check on him, and he told the doctor that he didn't even feel like he just under went the knife. He couldn't have been under the anaesthetic for so long though. Daddy was so happy wriggling his toes, and kept repeating, "How wonderful".&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was served cheesecake and milo, and it tasted not bad, diabetic one some more. He must have felt very blessed to have his daughter feeding him. There was a nurse helping him to put on a pair of thermal socks. Daddy kept on ranting that he looks sexy in the long socks, like wearing white stockings. this A lot of nurses who attended to him, all said that my Dad very cute and funny, it made me feel so happy. Hahahha. Daddy asked Weijie to do things for him, that I guess made him feel very part of the family. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisbIlWBFI/AAAAAAAACHU/7jOJNVSMD5w/s1600-h/h2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253638547488244818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisbIlWBFI/AAAAAAAACHU/7jOJNVSMD5w/s320/h2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisb8QO4OI/AAAAAAAACHs/jUpHua7C2NA/s1600-h/h5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253638561358340322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisb8QO4OI/AAAAAAAACHs/jUpHua7C2NA/s320/h5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Daddy still didn't want to sleep after he finished eating the cheesecake, and wanted to watch TV. So we let him have his own TV time, Weijie and I went downstairs to get some food. We ended up eating at the Kopitiam just opposite Deliferance, and to everyone out there at SGH, do not eat the Malay stall from there. The food sucked like crap man, we ordered some smashed chicken rice with a potato croquette, and beef noodles. The chicken rice was still quite okay, the beef noodles was just mee reebus with beef meatballs. But the beef balls smelled weird and tasted sour. Waliao, not for dogs to eat one lah, let alone humans. We walked around the compound, and bought Strawberry Pocky and Twirl Cadbury chocolates back up to the ward. We stayed there throughout till Aunt Waileng came to visit Daddy. We all decided to go back before the latest visiting hours, and we went seperate ways from Holland V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now, just a day after the operation, Daddy's already back. His recovery rate is already considered very fast, as compared to the other old uncle who took at least 5 days to recover. I'm so glad he's back, and he's gonna be staying at home for 1 month. So I will try not to go out so early and come home early. Love you Dad. And thank you Weijie for being there to accompany me throughout at the hospital, and hope your Mummy is feeling much better now. I love you too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisbcqTy-I/AAAAAAAACHc/YmKDex3lrnE/s1600-h/h3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253638552877779938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisbcqTy-I/AAAAAAAACHc/YmKDex3lrnE/s320/h3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-6220191682329388021?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/6220191682329388021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=6220191682329388021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6220191682329388021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6220191682329388021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-daddys-slip-disc-operation.html' title='dad&apos;s successful operation!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOisa20kshI/AAAAAAAACHM/41rejvApKZI/s72-c/h1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-1541561896889749310</id><published>2008-09-25T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:10:46.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huiqiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP9CYUjxiGI/AAAAAAAACOM/mo7zpjCNPbI/s1600-h/huiqi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995875395078242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP9CYUjxiGI/AAAAAAAACOM/mo7zpjCNPbI/s320/huiqi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I finally had a one-to-one date with baby Huiqi! She MIA so long already, it was time for her to come back to me. Hahaha. I met her in the early afternoon to pass chocolates to a REAL customer at 12pm, SIM University. This time I was way earlier by a few minutes in meeting her at 11.40am, but she was late as she came around 11.58am. She was rarely late, and I was rarely early. We arranged to meet up again in the late afternoon, while she go and meet her cousin for some reason, meant to be a surprise for me, but I cracked the mystery already. I went home, and bought an unbalanced lunch, two chicken wings, with instant noodle. I had wanted to go and run in the park, but I fell asleep on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Woke up at 5pm when I was supposed to meet Huiqi at 5.30. Great, I was going to be late again. I was supposed to meet Huiqi at Queenstown MRT, but she was not contactable when I was already on my way at about 5.15pm. She finally got back to me, but she was at still at Tampines! I helped her to collect and paid for her shoes at Queenstown CC near Commonwealth MRT instead, and then took a bus to Queenstown MRT. I initially asked her to meet me straight at Bugis MRT then changed to Somerset, so that it would make things faster. In the end, she reached Somerset much earlier, because the person she bought the shoes from took really long to meet me, and I took a long time for the bus to come. So many complications just to meet her! By the time I met her at Somerset bus stop, it was already 7pm! Gosh, so little time to hang out. :( We took the bus to Bugis Street and did some window shopping. We saw quite a number of nice things, and tried clothes that didn't fit us. Hahaha. We both bought a similar embroidered top at 18bucks, which I think is a pretty good buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was getting very late, so we decided to go grab bubble tea and then have kway chap for dinner. My green apple milk tea with green apple jelly was good, but the kway chap seller pissed us off. Huiqi told the guy, only want the intestines and pork, he charged us 14 bucks and gave us the fishcake and everything, with a very small portion of duck. Nahbeh. Even when we went to confront him about giving us the wrong order, he gave us the gesture like, "what you want me to do, everything cut for you already". Neh Neh Pok, aiyah nevermind lah, got kway chap eat can already. The meal was quite filling, and we didn't finish all the fishcake and eggs. I went down with Huiqi to Breadtalk, and we chatted all the way home on the MRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She forgot to get the shoes back from me, and it was great being out with her once again. I love you girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-1541561896889749310?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/1541561896889749310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=1541561896889749310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1541561896889749310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/1541561896889749310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-finally-had-one-to-one-date-with-baby.html' title='huiqiiiiiii'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SP9CYUjxiGI/AAAAAAAACOM/mo7zpjCNPbI/s72-c/huiqi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-2205777066305399214</id><published>2008-09-24T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T04:36:59.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet and sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INCOMPLETE POST YET AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the SL chalet, and I was specially invited by ah gong to go. And it was a good thing I was there, because the numbers would had been lesser, due to several reasons. Myself, Jon Yeo, Huiqi, Huiting, Hua Dong, Ying Hua, Shi Yan, Yun Fang, Danny, Jing Yi, Jia Wen, Mr Aaron Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Huiting and Huadong at IMM to get the food stuff required for the night's dinner, and as per usual, all of us were late. The Giant Hypermarket at IMM is screwed up, and the service like cock. We took at least 20 minutes just to find aluminium foil, and we didn't buy it in the end. All the staff there just pointed directions on where the foil was, and none was reliable, with them pointing everywhere. This was an excuse for being late, and Aaron Chua was the kindest soul to actually drive all the way from the arranged place Tiong Bahru, to IMM, just to fetch us to Changi Aloha. Thanks yo Aaron Chua shuai ge! We picked Huiqi up at Clementi, and there we go onto the AYE to Aloha, to meet Jon Yeo Ah Gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chalet was just beside the Old Changi Hospital, and the Chalet's rooms were indeed freaky. Broken cabinets, and all the furniture were of old age. We walked over to Changi Village, and met up with Yunfang and Shiyan, to have lunch at Subway. Later on, we bought the necessary items like the drinks and ice-cubes, and went back to the Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to start to cook so that dinner would be on time, and it was about 5pm. The other food needed oil, and we had to wait for Eames to come to provide us with it. I started off with my Assam prawns, and I called my dad for the recipe. I am supposed to be quite amateur in cooking, but apparently not to my friends. He told me to squeeze the Tamarind's juice, but I bought the thing in a form of a block, and totally had no idea how to squeeze it. SO, I just took the whole block and mixed it with the prawns. There were so many seeds, that I had to try and pick them out one by one. It looked like shit, but when we started to cook it, it smelt really good! It was the first dish to be on the table, but it was left untouched for a pretty long time. Huadong made the grass jelly with cocktail fruits, Huiqi cooked her Kimchi soup, Yinghua did the french toasts, the others cooked the chicken rice without the chicken, mashed potato. The rest of the food had to wait, because we needed the oil. Jingyi and Eames lah, came so late, at about 7pm. We cooked the remaining dishes, like the Sambal KangKong, Pasta with prego sauce, fried self-made wanton, brocolli soup, black pepper chicken. Jon and Yinghua cooked the cereal prawns, looked and smelled nice, but didn't taste like the REAL cereal prawns. Hahaha. Eames had the Curry Vegetables readily prepared. I used half the pasta noodles to cook with bacon and hotdog, which they thought it was weird, but tasted good with their modification of adding egg and milk, it tasted like carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we all could sit down and eat, it was already 10pm! We took 5hours to cook up this meal! All the food had already turned cold, and we wasted alot of food, I felt really guilty, we never think for the people in Africa. Thank goodness we had Danny to help us lessen the food wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the chalet watching Arts Central, a 11pm show called 'Truth Destination', about ang mohs finding ghosts in the most haunted places in Thailand. The show did not scare us one bit. We decided to go down to Old Changi Hospital which was only about 100 meters away, for some real experience. Some of them backed out and decided to wait for us below, whilst the rest of us walked up the long dark eery staircase in pairs of 4. JingYi and I held onto each other closely because we were getting jitters, but we tried to digress away from the thought by talking about the mosquito bites we were getting. We managed to get up there to get a glimpse of the front building, but we were wanting to go back down, except the few of them who managed to tour the outskirts of the building. I wanted to see how the place really looked like, so they went back up with Eames and I, as the rest decided to stay downstairs to wait for us. We walked around the compound of the OCH, but we decided not to go inside, because it was giving me the creeps. The freshly cracked lightsticks made the place less scary, meaning there were people there. Although we each saw shadows, but it did comfort us that the shadows were from real people. We were still hesitating whether to go in or not, but once we turned around, we felt a gust of wind brushing across our legs. Eames and Danny wanted to go down already because they were feeling very uneasy, so we all decided to go back down. We thought of going back to Old Changi Hospital the next morning, but we did not go in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all strolled down the Changi Village to check out the Ba Poks (transvertites), we only saw a couple or two. We walked back to the chalet by the Changi Beach, and it was long alright. Once back at the chalet, it was already 3am, we played truth or dare with blackjack. Only after a few rounds, I took a nap with Huiqi, while the rest continued to play and do ridiculous things. I was damn tired but just couldn't go to sleep because they were damn noisy. We finally had some peace and quiet when they went down to cook maggi. But I know I missed out on alot of fun. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was 10am the next day I woke up, and I woke up to discover the people sleeping around me was different. Huiqi, JiaWen and Danny had already gone home. I walked around the chalet rooms, and went to find whoever was downstairs. I went into the living room, the kitchen, then found them in the room on the first floor. Jon was still awake amazingly, he seemed like he didn't get a wink at all. I salute you jon, for staying up the whole entire night. I took a bath alone, and thought I heard weird piping noises, but didn't think much otherwise. Eames said he did hear stuff around in the chalet, and Huiting felt something weird. But oh well, I'm just lucky not to feel anything like that. The toilet lock on the second floor had some kind of problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus to Changi Village to take another bus to Tampines. From Tampines bus interchange, Shiyan and Yunfang went off. We took a train down to Harbour Front and had our brunch at Seah Lim Market just across the road from Harbour Front Centre. We were thinking of going over to Yinghua's place to play mahjong and play Playstation, but we decided to go to Sentosa instead, on a sun-less, cool and breezy day. At Sentosa, JingYi and I changed into our bikinis and played volleyball, swim, and tried to tan. We spent the whole day playing volleyball and it was great! I felt like I've improved soooo much, I'm finally an amateur at beach volleyball now. From someone who can't even serve and hit the ball, to one who can serve and hit the ball over the net. Aren't you proud of me, Weijie? We played a dare, and had a girl power match with boy power. Girl power lost a game because we used the wrong formations, so we had to go and find this Angmoh couple and call them Pretty and Handsome, and give them a chip. We accomplished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was playing volleyball with them, JingYi went swimming alone. Once we finished a few rounds of volleyball rally, I went to find JingYi. To my horror, she was no where to be found in the waters. All of us tried to look around for her, but not anywhere in sight. We all thought she really drowned, and started to get very frantic. We checked if she went somewhere else like the toilet, but her phone and shirt was still under the shelter. Danny Eames and Huadong almost wanted to jump into the sea to find her, whilst Huiting Yinghua and I combed the shorelines across the other side, that I almost wanted to tell the lifeguard about her disappearance. Someone went to ask the ang moh couple if they saw JingYi, and told him where she walked to. We found her by the rocks at the Rasa Hotel. What a scare! That Lao Bu Bu didn't behave herself. We continued playing volleyball, and had a match with this group of guys from ITE Yishun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We played till about 8pm, went to wash up and got ready to leave the place. I left my camera at the plants area near the volleyball court, so I asked Danny my Lao Bei Bei to help me get it, because he was already ready to leave the place and I needed to go wash up. It was about 10pm already by the time we reached Vivo. Some of them went off, and we had our dinner at Carl's Junior. Lao Bei Bei and Lao Bu Bu came late because they went to play the Luge ride! Lao Bei Bei gave me a scare when he said he didn't remember me asking for my camera. I finished a Portbello Mushroom Burger meal on my own, and I suppose it's quite a big accomplishment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-2205777066305399214?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/2205777066305399214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=2205777066305399214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2205777066305399214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/2205777066305399214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/chalet-and-sentosa.html' title='chalet and sentosa'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-906563034956795765</id><published>2008-09-22T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:43:14.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clarke quay retards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJwXGIiI/AAAAAAAACFs/RLtJsxtITbk/s1600-h/o4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251866935695909410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJwXGIiI/AAAAAAAACFs/RLtJsxtITbk/s320/o4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$)@*%(&amp;amp;*!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have serious short term memory these few days, and I blame friends. Hahaha. I have been referring to friends' blogs just to blog about what I did with them on the past few days. That's like pretty bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJ49qs1I/AAAAAAAACF0/BJTwGUtPt1c/s1600-h/o5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251866938005173074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJ49qs1I/AAAAAAAACF0/BJTwGUtPt1c/s320/o5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJRzvgZI/AAAAAAAACFk/DDytlS_nbwU/s1600-h/o3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251866927494562194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJRzvgZI/AAAAAAAACFk/DDytlS_nbwU/s320/o3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S US AGAIN YO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alright, before I forget to post again, I went out with the expanded makan gang today! They all met up earlier, to look for food for the upcoming chalet, and also to watch the movie 'mirror'.&lt;br /&gt;I was together with my smelly boyfriend during that whole period of time, and he was sooooo nice to accompany me all the way to Ikea to have meatballs and help me carry my storage stool back home. Thanks love for even coming out with me when you weren't feeling too good, though the whole time you felt like vomitting, because of the excessive alcoholic birthday present Josiah got you. I so-called sent him home, by letting him alight at his house bus stop, whilst I took the bus down to Cathay to meet the makan gang.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived just on time, and there I saw FIONA! Wheeeee, she's back from Lai Tai Lai's homeland, Hong Kong! Gave her a big hug on the spot, haven't seen her for a week, kinda missed her already. Hahaha. She got me a floral tube dress, niceeee, thanks Fionnn! Fiona, Amanda, Jon Han/ Lee/ Yeo, Jing Yi, Alicia, Eames, Huadong, Huiting, Shuling, and I remembered having a glimpse of Qinjie, but didn't managed to see my baby Huiqi! Qinjie went to meet his friends, and Shu and Jon Lee left for home after the movie. Didn't talk to her much though :( Sorry Shu shu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJih6uABPI/AAAAAAAACGk/eaK8Ekaza88/s1600-h/collage43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251868450304820466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJih6uABPI/AAAAAAAACGk/eaK8Ekaza88/s320/collage43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJiiA6oBpI/AAAAAAAACGs/XKsAcE3ZrUo/s1600-h/collage44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251868451968386706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJiiA6oBpI/AAAAAAAACGs/XKsAcE3ZrUo/s320/collage44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJR2h6zI/AAAAAAAACFU/EB32Pr3CqOI/s1600-h/o1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251866927506254642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJR2h6zI/AAAAAAAACFU/EB32Pr3CqOI/s320/o1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The rest of us took a bus to Chinatown, and coincidentally, all the girls ordered food from the same Cheena stall, and even ordered the same food. Hahahaha. Fiona, Huiting, Amanda and I shared 10 xiaolongbaos, 10 fried dumplings ('guo tie', I got it right guys! No more 'tie ban', OR shui jiao like someone assumed also, HAHAHA), 1 bowl of spicy and sour soup, 1 bowl of spicy and sour noodle, 2 bowls of ja jang myun, and 1 bowl of szechuan spicy noodle. Nahbeh, the China uncle confirmed the dishes with us twice, but in the end served us 3 szechuan spicy noodle. Nevermind, we decided to forgive the China man. We'd thought it'd be quite alright, but the whole damn szechuan noodle smelt and tasted like peanut soup with la mian. Gu gu jiao, I want to eat proper chinese food yo, give me peanut sauce noodle, some more charge me 4 bucks for no meat but just peanut and noodles, cheat my money! Now I'm really angry at the China man. Everything else was okay, so let it be lah, anyway I shitted all the peanut out already, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh7b8y8AI/AAAAAAAACF8/JwD1lAuHouA/s1600-h/o6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867789210349570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh7b8y8AI/AAAAAAAACF8/JwD1lAuHouA/s320/o6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJc3NwLI/AAAAAAAACFc/0xywYUQiAtA/s1600-h/o2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251866930461917362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJc3NwLI/AAAAAAAACFc/0xywYUQiAtA/s320/o2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh75wMXaI/AAAAAAAACGM/nI-J0xIGO2E/s1600-h/o8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867797210553762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh75wMXaI/AAAAAAAACGM/nI-J0xIGO2E/s320/o8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like THE man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After food, we walked along Clarke Quay and I can't remember much on what we did there. All I knew was that we were walking aimlessly to find a place to sit down and chill, but ended up camwhoring everywhere we walked, letting Ang-mohs laugh and point at us while we did jumpshots. Jon Ah Gong piggybacked me all the way to TCC, and that we made an appointment together to go and try out the bungee thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh7_6p0YI/AAAAAAAACGc/CG2ygl4sSoA/s1600-h/o10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867798865039746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh7_6p0YI/AAAAAAAACGc/CG2ygl4sSoA/s320/o10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh7upYnJI/AAAAAAAACGE/Tfq1-m5JUS4/s1600-h/o7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867794229206162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh7upYnJI/AAAAAAAACGE/Tfq1-m5JUS4/s320/o7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, and I remember laughing hard at Fiona while she tried to get up the onto the stone pallet along the bridge. She was wearing a dress, and she took 5 minutes to get up even with at least 5 pairs of hands trying to pull her up. Hahahahahaha. Not long after she finally got up, we decided to get down and go to Brewerks, but ended up going to 7-eleven to get Big Gulp. LOL. It was already so late, that my Dad was too pissed to even bother replying to me "Sorry Daddy I will be home late" message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh7zAvLMI/AAAAAAAACGU/5WX4-N76qdg/s1600-h/o9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867795400895682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJh7zAvLMI/AAAAAAAACGU/5WX4-N76qdg/s320/o9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-906563034956795765?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/906563034956795765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=906563034956795765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/906563034956795765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/906563034956795765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/clarke-quay-retards.html' title='clarke quay retards'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SOJhJwXGIiI/AAAAAAAACFs/RLtJsxtITbk/s72-c/o4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7229168588170284826</id><published>2008-09-20T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:58:30.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Val's birthday partyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>(INCOMPLETE DRAFT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a celebration for Val's upcoming birthday, and it was shitloads funnnnnnnnyyy. I totally had a good time laughing at people, and of course the intended birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Wenfang at Dover, and took bus 33 all the way to Kent Ridge station. Jacq's description of the place in the message was, "Take 33 to kent ridge station. Then just walk there. It's at west coast opposite the cheese prata shop." Wenfang and I practically walked all the way to the cheese prata shop and went across We then called Jacq to confirm if we were at the right place, because we were at the back gate of some other place. We then realised that the Varsity Park Condominium was just opposite the station! We saw Joshua Toh at the traffic light, so we went in together. The security guard was a nice chinese guy, not like those stupid cocky malay or indian security guards who are so rude to teenagers and think that they damn cool. We went in to find the function room next to the swimming pool, and there was the whole group of guys having fun in the swimming pool. The entire place was B.E.A.U-TIFUL. I wanna move to Varsity Park Condo next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Hosea, Jacq and her BF, Lissa, decorating up the whole place with balloons and all. So the three of us helped out. We placed the helium balloons on the floor like an isle for Valerie to walk through when she comes in. We even thought of putting dry ice along the passageway. Grace Wee finally came, and we went out to fetch her. Wenfang, Grace, and I had a chat about some stuff, and don't forget our dinner thing alright, only three of us know about it! Hahaha. Everyone gathered back at the function room, to wait for Val's appearance, as Jacq went to fetch and delude her. The lights were dimmed once we were informed that she was arriving, like some VIP. Then she walked in, and surprise! She did look shocked, grinning ear to ear, walking down the isle of litted candles, to her name, VAL. We thought she was very surprised, but Jacq spoiled the surprise by accidentally messaging her, "How, do you still need me to stall time?" SHEESH. Oh well, she was the organizer, so everything was thanks to her. Dinner was catered to 10bucks per person, but the food sucked, except the dessert. There were no cups, we used the plastic bowls to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a jolly good time watching and laughing at the guys sucking in helium, and talking in that cute and funny toneee. It was hilarioussss! Joker Kang YongZhi was like a balloon man, cutting balloons from around his neck whenever they needed it. Valerie had a go at it, and she sounded like a chipmunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got her a cake from Awfully chocolate, and what was so coincidental was that the words, 'Happy Birthday Whiney Queen" on the rugby cake, was written by Alicia who's working there! Cool right! Hahahaa. The oh-so-smart Cedric and some others went to light up sparklers using the fire from the candles on top of the cake, and yay, the whole room was filled with smoke. It was ultra funny, and we all ran out of the room choking, like as if a fire just occured. Some still could go back and play twister, when the smoke hadn't subsided. The girls cut the cake for everyone, and it tasted fudging chocolatey goooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared a Butterfly Pinata earlier on filled with peanuts and Hacks sweets outside on a tree, and blind-folded Valerie with FBT shorts and Evan's shirt. We made her turn around at least 30 rounds, and asked her to walk towards the Pinata. She almost walked into the pool, but she was lucky not to. But she still got dunked into the pool in anyway. Hahaha. Sokaing wet, she still continued to try and hit the Pinata. First the wings dropped off, and there left the body of the butterfly hanging up there. She hit the Pinata so hard, that all the sweets and peanuts were broken, and some sweets even dissolved in the pool. There was whip cream and chocolate all over the place because of Valerie's impulse on getting people dirty like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned the place up, and bid farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7229168588170284826?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7229168588170284826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7229168588170284826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7229168588170284826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7229168588170284826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/vals-birthday-partyyyyyy.html' title='Val&apos;s birthday partyyyyyy'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-8653654120829366510</id><published>2008-09-19T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:35:38.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FMB photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wasted my money on cab fare just to get to school by 8.30am, and the whole photo shoot thing actually started at 10. GREAT. We were to be in school for a photo shoot for our school BE brochure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0ULeVMYI/AAAAAAAACE0/q1kgx5St0to/s1600-h/p2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248510305773105538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0ULeVMYI/AAAAAAAACE0/q1kgx5St0to/s320/p2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth was open because I burped. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Most of the time spent was waiting, and waiting. Meanwhile, the FMB people, Jon Yeo, YingHua, XiangYun and myself, took lots of jumpshots to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;Being the model for the photoshoot was tiring and difficult, because they expect you to smile naturally the whole entire time. YingHua and I took several shots for the REB side, which I suppose we weren't exactly FMB models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0UaNbivI/AAAAAAAACE8/N3cbf5tDb9Y/s1600-h/p3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248510309728750322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0UaNbivI/AAAAAAAACE8/N3cbf5tDb9Y/s320/p3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0UYN-70I/AAAAAAAACFE/yGlcYBrvT3g/s1600-h/p4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248510309194198850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0UYN-70I/AAAAAAAACFE/yGlcYBrvT3g/s320/p4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We had like a field tour to places like HDB Hub and Telok Blangah Park, just to take pictures. It was my first time at both places, and I managed to get onto the long bridge opposite Hort Park, but just that we were at the other end. The four of us had lots of fun trying to sell off our tea break, Curry Puffs. We actually managed to get a "customer" who wore a 'I&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;SG' shirt. Hilarious I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0UYI71WI/AAAAAAAACFM/JMJxAh8-t1E/s1600-h/p5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248510309173024098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0UYI71WI/AAAAAAAACFM/JMJxAh8-t1E/s320/p5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;After the REBs were done, we got back on the coach bus to the HDB Hub, and XiangYun went home from there. Permission was granted by the security, and we were allowed in for the last half hour before closing time. I posed again for REB side, because our tops were not brightly coloured enough for me to be together with FMBs. It was a damn ugly shot I swear, because my hand was sticking out like an ah ma, and I was closest to the camera, sure look damn fat, no, I meant even fatter. Nah beh, I'm so not anticipating to see my face in the brochures, I hope they photoshop my face or something. No wonder I didn't get selected for the front cover of the brochure lah, not good enough. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0TwcplhI/AAAAAAAACEs/AmAmY8Go5rY/s1600-h/p1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248510298518296082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0TwcplhI/AAAAAAAACEs/AmAmY8Go5rY/s320/p1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Jon Yeo, Yinghua, Huadong, and I didn't follow the bus back to school and left from there, and it was my first time at Toa Payoh. We took bus 88 to Ang Mo Kio Hub, and we had our dinner at the 2nd Level open concept Roti Prata shop. Jon and I had the last of the mutton briyani, we were really lucky! Dinner was good, very worth my money I felt. We all went to the arcade, and had a great time there. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-8653654120829366510?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/8653654120829366510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=8653654120829366510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8653654120829366510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/8653654120829366510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-and-yesterday-had-been-so.html' title='FMB photoshoot'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZ0ULeVMYI/AAAAAAAACE0/q1kgx5St0to/s72-c/p2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7746866203386202891</id><published>2008-09-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:03:40.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, a big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, MY SEXY WEIJIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdGOwImVI/AAAAAAAACEc/gPD2MU4quGE/s1600-h/w13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248484777367476562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdGOwImVI/AAAAAAAACEc/gPD2MU4quGE/s320/w13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I overslept and didn't wish Boyfriend at 12am, I'm so sorry about that love! I only woke up to message him when he was already asleep. Through his 9 missed calls to me, I knew he was damn upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I woke up at 8am, and realised that I have not finished the video for Weijie. I wanted to surprise Weijie with his friends at Giraffe initially, and called Wenhao and Tianhang to help me call in for more people, so thanks guys, especially Wenhao. Happy Birthday to you too Tianhang! I already got Weijie his Camera's Prime Lens and he is already using it, but there wasn't anything else for me to give him on his actual birthday. So I went online to google for ideas, but it didn't help at all. I decided to get him 18 cheap cheap items, since it was his 18th birthday. I went down to the provision shop to buy sweets, chocolates, and snacks, and to the cake shop to get a cute iced donut as his cake. Went back home to make him a personalized chocolate bar, and find a candle to prepare the "cake" on standby. I got ready, and gave an excuse that I wasn't ready so that he could come up to my place outside for the surprise donut. And yay, he was so happy to see the litted candle on the donut, made a wish and blew it out. We were running late to meet Fenny and Clement already, so I forced the donut into his mouth, and we left to take a cab down to United Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVrzv0gCI/AAAAAAAACD8/okVeVL9P9t4/s1600-h/w9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476626860408866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVrzv0gCI/AAAAAAAACD8/okVeVL9P9t4/s320/w9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVsD70ZsI/AAAAAAAACEE/1E8XszVpCnM/s1600-h/w10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476631205701314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVsD70ZsI/AAAAAAAACEE/1E8XszVpCnM/s320/w10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;There we were at the Vienna Restaurant, and waited for the two late pigs to come. They came in holding a self-made strawberry man card, and a ripcurl plastic bag with a volcom hoodie in it. We started to feast on the buffet spread, but not as much as I did with my makan gang. I didn't eat my 35dollar worth! Siannnn. We started playing "zhong zi mi ma" after our 3rd serving, and we tried forcing Clement to eat the DURIAN cake (because he hates durian), and we had to eat a pint of Wasabe each time anyone lost, subsequently. After the buffet, we took a bus to the Cathay, to watch a movie. Fenny and I had wanted to watch Mama Mia, but the two guys insisted on some action movie, Bangkok Dangerous. Since it was Weijie's birthday, we decided to give in to him this ONCE. Hahaha. But guess what ,the ending of the show sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdFYZTojI/AAAAAAAACEM/keiOhhrBVzc/s1600-h/w11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248484762776216114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdFYZTojI/AAAAAAAACEM/keiOhhrBVzc/s320/w11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZJ_RwJI/AAAAAAAACC8/tpJ8m2CBEig/s1600-h/w1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476306413306002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZJ_RwJI/AAAAAAAACC8/tpJ8m2CBEig/s320/w1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVrjf3XAI/AAAAAAAACD0/PC3lqe2njYQ/s1600-h/W8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476622498520066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVrjf3XAI/AAAAAAAACD0/PC3lqe2njYQ/s320/W8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdFgtz9hI/AAAAAAAACEU/V1-kz1Lxq78/s1600-h/w12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248484765009704466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdFgtz9hI/AAAAAAAACEU/V1-kz1Lxq78/s320/w12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdGAdTScI/AAAAAAAACEk/haeO3uMcqYY/s1600-h/w14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248484773530388930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdGAdTScI/AAAAAAAACEk/haeO3uMcqYY/s320/w14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I went to the toilet unusually several times to make calls to Wenhao to confirm the people coming. Fenny had to go back home with Clement as her escort, to pack up and fly for Melbourne. I was trying to drag time till 8.30, so I tried to spend some time with Weijie walking around Orchard aimlessly. I was messaging too much on that day, that I believe I did arouse Weijie's suspicion there was indeed going to be something planned for him. Good thing I had Joshua Lim to destroy his suspicion, because he wasn't coming already. I could use Josh as an excuse as my reason for being on the phone the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you Josh for coming by Giraffe to find us, although we had already changed to venue to Bukit Timah's Brewerks. I still haven't given him the kiss you instructed me to, because I'm leaving it for you, or more like giving you the permission, to give him that birthday kiss. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZL4JWCI/AAAAAAAACDE/Ytx1_ED4B9Q/s1600-h/w2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476306920265762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZL4JWCI/AAAAAAAACDE/Ytx1_ED4B9Q/s320/w2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZX5vq8I/AAAAAAAACDM/uMhNQYxoUlM/s1600-h/w3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476310148197314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZX5vq8I/AAAAAAAACDM/uMhNQYxoUlM/s320/w3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We took a bus down to Brewerks, and Wilson ALMOST spoiled the surprise by calling Weijie. When we arrived at Brewerks, Weijie saw Wenhao they all at the table but still had no clue that they were there FOR HIM. He was still asking if there was anyone sitting in those empty places whilst I was already sitting in, and still thought it was all coincidental, until he noticed me smiling alot. SO SLOW RIGHT? Hahaha. So yea anyway, let me say my thanks to the people who came down; Weidong, Shihan, Tianhang, Wenhao, Wilson, Jerene, Clement. You guys made his day :D&lt;br /&gt;We changed venue again to Lazy Lizard at Sixth Avenue, because there was no more Golden Ale at Brewerkz, and Weidong had to pass some Swavrovski thing to Frankie. We all chilled out at the place, ordering a jug of San Miguel's Beer and a jug of Cranberry Vodka, whatever it was. Tianhang and I had quite some fun on the Elvis pinball machine and the games machine, playing photo hunt, matching fruits. Shihan had a game of pool, and the rest were drinking and chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZzt6fqI/AAAAAAAACDc/aK4loW20CcA/s1600-h/w5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476317614767778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZzt6fqI/AAAAAAAACDc/aK4loW20CcA/s320/w5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476620779325026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVrdF-hmI/AAAAAAAACDk/Zkv9gmZPBCo/s320/w6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZoh5oKI/AAAAAAAACDU/UGzg8oZWDpc/s1600-h/w4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476314611589282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVZoh5oKI/AAAAAAAACDU/UGzg8oZWDpc/s320/w4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVrtv-0lI/AAAAAAAACDs/QbSLBE2IXRk/s1600-h/W7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476625250472530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZVrtv-0lI/AAAAAAAACDs/QbSLBE2IXRk/s320/W7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Weijie was able to go over to Clement's place to stayover, and it was like quite a rare chance. He was given the permission because it was his birthday. Hahaha. Although everything was so last minute, but it was a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To Boyfriend: I'm glad you love the 18 little gifts I got you, actually is 19 right :D I hope you enjoyed the Vienna treat and the surprise, love me more for being so good at keeping it. &lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7746866203386202891?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7746866203386202891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7746866203386202891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7746866203386202891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7746866203386202891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-ed.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ED!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNZdGOwImVI/AAAAAAAACEc/gPD2MU4quGE/s72-c/w13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-4255739912650696925</id><published>2008-09-17T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:49:32.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AlYeLoI/AAAAAAAACCc/OGBNwT7U-6s/s1600-h/s15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815077781712514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AlYeLoI/AAAAAAAACCc/OGBNwT7U-6s/s320/s15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I finally got a Tan!!! I got only slightly darker, but at least I look more normal-coloured now, than me being super fair before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6ElTyFII/AAAAAAAACAs/Z3MvRGuvri4/s1600-h/s1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812947458266242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6ElTyFII/AAAAAAAACAs/Z3MvRGuvri4/s320/s1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In the morning, Eames, Amanda and I met up earlier to suntan before the rest would come and meet us. Surprisingly, we were all quite early, and reached around the same time! Amanda got herself a bikini at Siloso beach, for the very first time, she exposed her mimi and momo to public! Hahahaha. She lost her "virginity" to me on many ocassions already. Her first time trying clothes in a changing room, her first time sleeping with another person, her first time on the roller coaster, and her first time wearing a bikini!&lt;br /&gt;The sun, sand, sea, we just couldn't wait to get our asses on the beach! The sun was scorching hot but we loved it! We laid on our towels for 1hour or so, applying several layers of tanning oil on our bodies, allowing the sun to cook us up. However, we only got slightly red. Siannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6EwwYtTI/AAAAAAAACA0/mGCVy2zVGVE/s1600-h/s2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812950531028274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6EwwYtTI/AAAAAAAACA0/mGCVy2zVGVE/s320/s2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6FLKAHFI/AAAAAAAACA8/S8_zDbmjWtM/s1600-h/s3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812957617790034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6FLKAHFI/AAAAAAAACA8/S8_zDbmjWtM/s320/s3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6Ff4kHUI/AAAAAAAACBM/zF6tN6SiTzE/s1600-h/s5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812963181796674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6Ff4kHUI/AAAAAAAACBM/zF6tN6SiTzE/s320/s5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6FLjDJ-I/AAAAAAAACBE/EV1BgFS4czI/s1600-h/s4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247812957722847202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6FLjDJ-I/AAAAAAAACBE/EV1BgFS4czI/s320/s4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eames had to go off to meet his friend, so we escorted him to the showers and then to the beach station. There, we met up with Jon Han, and the rest, Qinjie, Jon Yeo, Jing Yi, Huadong soon came, as Eames left to take the train back to Vivo City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way back to Siloso beach, and played Volleyball, soccer, frisbee, water polo, etc. We went swimming in the sea, chased peacocks and birds, and tried to tan some more even when the Sun was going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6rL-t0QI/AAAAAAAACBU/TFp3PvMu6r0/s1600-h/s6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813610673918210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6rL-t0QI/AAAAAAAACBU/TFp3PvMu6r0/s320/s6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sea tide was low, Qinjie, Jon Yeo, Jing Yi and I swam across to the other side, and found some really cool stuff. We found ugly sea slugs in different types of shells, and even found a moving, live coral thing. We totally have no idea what it is, but I went back to shore to get a big gulp cup, and captured it. Took a few snapshots, and threw all of them back to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6sA3H_0I/AAAAAAAACBk/qBJww2wYIfA/s1600-h/s8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813624869158722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6sA3H_0I/AAAAAAAACBk/qBJww2wYIfA/s320/s8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool stuff we picked up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AYpAuZI/AAAAAAAACCU/c4OjT0ldBYY/s1600-h/s14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815074361424274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AYpAuZI/AAAAAAAACCU/c4OjT0ldBYY/s320/s14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my ah gong and great ah ma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6r_N96GI/AAAAAAAACBc/_tqtn1YTOiY/s1600-h/s7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813624428095586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6r_N96GI/AAAAAAAACBc/_tqtn1YTOiY/s320/s7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like he is wearing a shirt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6sctcGXI/AAAAAAAACBs/M8JrwXgEVV4/s1600-h/s9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813632344725874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6sctcGXI/AAAAAAAACBs/M8JrwXgEVV4/s320/s9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD GAY YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AO4cUiI/AAAAAAAACCM/TAtJDNxrBgA/s1600-h/s13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815071741792802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AO4cUiI/AAAAAAAACCM/TAtJDNxrBgA/s320/s13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6smPm74I/AAAAAAAACB0/AQCgd-xzuf0/s1600-h/s10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813634903961474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP6smPm74I/AAAAAAAACB0/AQCgd-xzuf0/s320/s10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and the extra, siam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP7_9KYgYI/AAAAAAAACB8/4ES6b7PMZAQ/s1600-h/s11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815066985202050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP7_9KYgYI/AAAAAAAACB8/4ES6b7PMZAQ/s320/s11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo!&lt;/p&gt;It was getting really late, but we were having too much fun to even keep check of time. By the time we washed up and left the place, it was already dark! We took the train back to Vivo City, and there Eames was, who almost died waiting two and a half hours for us. Sorry yo! We grabbed some dinner at the Kopitiam at the basement, and all the girls had Tom Yam! Amanda and I shared a $5 kway chap, consisting of only the intestines and the pork meat. I swear the Auntie at the stall was damn bloody 'niao', I hate her, she sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AGG4zpI/AAAAAAAACCE/m0-TcXhO-MI/s1600-h/s12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815069386460818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AGG4zpI/AAAAAAAACCE/m0-TcXhO-MI/s320/s12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he remind you of a parrot?&lt;/p&gt;After dinner, all of us went to visit Alicia at Awfully Chocolate, whilst the other few went to Coffee Bean to wait for us. We had free chocolate ice-cream from Alicia! And I really hope that her manager doesn't know of this, if not she dieeeee. We then went to Coffee Bean to find the few, and we sat there, and 'kapok' their cheesecake and carrot cake, and yeah, chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP--1AEK4I/AAAAAAAACCs/wd2qpqmdhvA/s1600-h/s17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247818346149456770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP--1AEK4I/AAAAAAAACCs/wd2qpqmdhvA/s320/s17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Alicia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP--hc9ZCI/AAAAAAAACCk/NoRbzO6ymIM/s1600-h/s16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247818340901938210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP--hc9ZCI/AAAAAAAACCk/NoRbzO6ymIM/s320/s16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awfully chocolate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP--9sJTkI/AAAAAAAACC0/RhxX_Tl01Eo/s1600-h/s18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247818348481826370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP--9sJTkI/AAAAAAAACC0/RhxX_Tl01Eo/s320/s18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A whole day out, got me wanting to get home quickly. Which also made me overslept and forget to wish my boyfriend Happy Birthday at 12am on 18 sept. Whoops :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-4255739912650696925?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/4255739912650696925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=4255739912650696925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4255739912650696925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4255739912650696925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/sentosa.html' title='sentosa!!!!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SNP8AlYeLoI/AAAAAAAACCc/OGBNwT7U-6s/s72-c/s15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-7055995077603731567</id><published>2008-09-16T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:28:02.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton and monopoly again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hello everyone! I had a great workout at the Bukit Timah CC's badminton court with Weijie, Fenny and Clement. So hopefully, I lost a reasonable amount of fat, plus lunch wasn't fattening at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We cabbed down to Clement's house again, because it's a 10minute walk to his house, and only a few minutes down the road by car. We boarded the taxi, and Clement told the cab driver, "Uncle, Toh Tuck Road Crescent." The driver went like, "HUH?" He must be thinking, kids nowadays too rich already, always taking cab when it's almost a 1minute drive-in. The meter only jumped by 20cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As usual, Clement took out monopoly to play, but the old and original travel pack monopoly. This time we played by THEIR rules. Build a house once you get that property, but can only build houses one at a time when you land back on that property. Then Clement even better. He managed to get all three yellow coloured properties, and usually without houses anyone who lands on either one of the property will have to pay double. But because Clement had houses on them already, and continued to build the hotels, he charged us double the price of the hotel. Where got such thing right?! What stupid rules to be played, no wonder I was the first to become bankrupt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I used the Hat counter and it is a bad luck counter. I went to jail 9 times, I was hardly able to buy properties because I kept going to jail in the first few rounds, most of the chance and community chest cards I got was to pay money or go to jail, and I kept landing on Clement's stupid doubled property, although he was very lenient. No other word can describe how I felt, except 'SUAY'. On account that I was Weijie's girlfriend, he paid for all my debts, and we both went bankrupt together. The undeserving Clement and his girlfriend Fenny was like filthy rich lah, bloodsuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We took a picture with Fenny's Polaroid and she didn't want the picture because Clement looked like a COCK. HAHAHAHA. Fenny had to go home, and I went to Weijie's house for dinner. The soup was goooooood. Loved it. Played some more board games with Weijie, like Mastermind (which is only suitable for smart people like me. HAHAHAHA. joking) and some old game called Charge it! So dumb lo, I can't believe that such a stupid game was invented, only for people like Weijie to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-7055995077603731567?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/7055995077603731567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=7055995077603731567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7055995077603731567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/7055995077603731567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/badminton-and-monopoly-again.html' title='badminton and monopoly again!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-4007913100947749714</id><published>2008-09-15T11:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:28:13.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhilarated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The word 'damn' just cant describe how happy I am right now. I'M FUCKING HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the number of exclamation marks, so excited and all lah.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11.30am, and was only looking forward to suntanning this morning, but by just looking out of the window, the sky was just clear, with no sun. I picked my phone up to only discover 3messages after a missed call from Weijie. I was expecting messages from him only, because I didn't update NPAL system on receiving SMS for results. Then I saw NgeeAnnPoly, and the first thing I see from my inbox was ECT =AD, FEN =AD. ARE YOU SURE?!!! I quickly came online to check, to ensure that there wasn't any problem with the result, and the SMS was meant for me. And yes, everything was the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM4cXum3-mI/AAAAAAAAB68/tXIsh_NMM98/s1600-h/result.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246161809906858594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM4cXum3-mI/AAAAAAAAB68/tXIsh_NMM98/s320/result.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I did fudging well this semester. Honestly lah, I was expecting a GPA 3 this semester, and right from the bottom of my heart, I was earnestly only expecting that.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;My common tests were screwed up because I actually still online shopped during the papers (the addiction was.. OMG) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;y textbooks were very clean before the examinations till the study week,where the pages had flip marks, but it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;seriously last minute. I thought I was going to be ultra upset upon not being able to maintain my GPA to get to University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ut hey! I did even better than last semester, where everything was even easier, and I was much less prepared for the papers than in the first semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'm flyinggggg. Weijie is so lucky, I'm going to treat him for the first time, I think. This holds for a celebration! If only Dad will reward me each time I do this well. But his only excuse would be, "I will only be happy if you get a GPA 4." Grrrarl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So funny, Jon had a CBCBCB result. Ok lah. at least not CCBCCB can already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-4007913100947749714?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/4007913100947749714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=4007913100947749714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4007913100947749714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/4007913100947749714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-exhilarated.html' title='good results!'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM4cXum3-mI/AAAAAAAAB68/tXIsh_NMM98/s72-c/result.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6208546361601485463</id><published>2008-09-13T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:35:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stayover at amanda's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_842bCvCI/AAAAAAAACAE/AYb1b3iWDrQ/s1600-h/a14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246690144521731106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_842bCvCI/AAAAAAAACAE/AYb1b3iWDrQ/s320/a14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amanda and I had planned to meet earlier than the rest, to do some shopping. And yea, AMANDA, SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES. So it's like pretty amazing. But turn out she was even later than I was. So I met Fiona and Benson at Heeren. Benson was being extra lah, he just hung around us because he was waiting for a friend. Amanda soon arrived, and we walked around the mall. We coincidentally met Jon Han in New Urban Male, because his delayed meet up with us due to his work, was there! It's like so cool lah, he was going to be a model for NUM. Fiona saw alot of her friends, which made Amanda and I feel soooooooo friend-less that day. Eames joined us soon after, and he had to put up with our girly shopping for accessories. But he was so obsessed with his LG Secret. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_9hhv1rYI/AAAAAAAACAc/Cm2F63p50sg/s1600-h/LGIM0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246690843346447746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_9hhv1rYI/AAAAAAAACAc/Cm2F63p50sg/s320/LGIM0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks to that Jon Han we didn't manage to catch any movie, and caused us to walked around aimlessly, all because we were waiting for him. When he was finally done, we took a bus down to Novena Square to have Fish and Co. for dinner. Wheeee, 2 pans of 2-person Seafood Platter, just nice for the 5 of us. We had three cakes, it was sinfully good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_9hmAsOWI/AAAAAAAACAk/l1J0guPjnBs/s1600-h/LGIM0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246690844490873186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_9hmAsOWI/AAAAAAAACAk/l1J0guPjnBs/s320/LGIM0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689730931301650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8gxrZnRI/AAAAAAAAB_c/jRsarxYbyMo/s320/A9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After dinner, Jon went home to get his stuff, whilst we headed to Amanda's place. We had a great time camwhoring on Amanda's attic. You've got to check out these videos. They are hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-qfxqvqsJY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-qfxqvqsJY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8x-hh7Yo3Y&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8x-hh7Yo3Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K59hsf2bdg8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K59hsf2bdg8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Han finally came, and we were seriously dumbfounded on what to do, because we didn't have any activity planned out. Instead, we started talking and bitching. I was getting bored. At 3am, we decided to go have a walk outside, to the Prata Shop for supper, which perked me up. The roti prata made me feel more energetic and awake, I had one plain and one egg-and-cheese prata. Yummy. It started drizzling as we walked back, so we ran all the way back to her house. Great workout. Wow, we were pretty drenched being out in the light drizzle for a reasonably long period of time. We sat at the couch and started bitching again. Without keeping check of time, it was soon 6am already. We all slept in and squeezed on the two couches. It was seriously damn uncomfortable, but I was too tired to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689520157941970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8UgfHYNI/AAAAAAAAB-s/RD0VNheVSns/s320/a3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689517064212722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8UU9g0PI/AAAAAAAAB-k/zSDrTQe_Reg/s320/a2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_9hXzMI2I/AAAAAAAACAU/uTvfyzWkl4s/s1600-h/a16.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_84_sf75I/AAAAAAAAB_0/Ya38EpvcmlA/s1600-h/a12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246690147010867090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_84_sf75I/AAAAAAAAB_0/Ya38EpvcmlA/s320/a12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689518778497874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8UbWOu1I/AAAAAAAAB-c/MDgeV9C7pSI/s320/a1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8Ut5myPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/uXTMBssgtSw/s1600-h/a4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689523758713074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8Ut5myPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/uXTMBssgtSw/s320/a4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8Uw5gARI/AAAAAAAAB-8/kGUrcArqUWQ/s1600-h/a5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689524563575058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8Uw5gARI/AAAAAAAAB-8/kGUrcArqUWQ/s320/a5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8gX_tYmI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Lcq9c8Cnn4E/s1600-h/a7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689724037161570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8gX_tYmI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Lcq9c8Cnn4E/s320/a7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246690152508903570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_85ULVUJI/AAAAAAAACAM/zKS-goVwziI/s320/a15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689725240569026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8gcen7MI/AAAAAAAAB_U/iklqtVLlWD4/s320/a8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689731075934626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8gyN4iaI/AAAAAAAAB_k/rXFYuoSVk6M/s320/a10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_848TwLPI/AAAAAAAAB_8/hFq8V2X_ntI/s1600-h/a13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246690146101767410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_848TwLPI/AAAAAAAAB_8/hFq8V2X_ntI/s320/a13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_84g7sEEI/AAAAAAAAB_s/Tg7ODaDcqQI/s1600-h/a11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246690138753077314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_84g7sEEI/AAAAAAAAB_s/Tg7ODaDcqQI/s320/a11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The next day we woke up, we each took a shower, had a little chat with Amanda's cute mum, and then went to have brunch at Adam Road Food Centre. The Nasi Lemak there was not baddd. The rice was fragrant and not over-fluffy, the chilli was sweet and spicy, these were the only two things worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8gBg11OI/AAAAAAAAB_E/HD7af7J7ATE/s1600-h/a6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246689718002111714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_8gBg11OI/AAAAAAAAB_E/HD7af7J7ATE/s320/a6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We all went our seperate ways, and I went home to take a nap. Till evening, I woke up and got ready to go to Jurong Country Club for my biggest uncle's (ah pek) 81st birthday. He's still going strong! And the food was okay only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456646-6208546361601485463?l=e1i5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/feeds/6208546361601485463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456646&amp;postID=6208546361601485463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6208546361601485463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456646/posts/default/6208546361601485463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1i5.blogspot.com/2008/09/stayover-at-amandas.html' title='stayover at amanda&apos;s'/><author><name>*~E-LIS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205992253006607783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_842bCvCI/AAAAAAAACAE/AYb1b3iWDrQ/s72-c/a14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456646.post-6045673398792152512</id><published>2008-09-11T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:46:57.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton and monopoly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM4dXAz3BNI/AAAAAAAAB7E/Cm7G4wrIcdo/s1600-h/m2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246162897124918482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM4dXAz3BNI/AAAAAAAAB7E/Cm7G4wrIcdo/s320/m2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Although I had a long 14 hour sleep throughout the night, I was still feeling exhausted. I did not have enough sleep for the past two nights, which my sleeping time does not even equate to 10hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weijie fetched me from home, and we had breakfast first at the Hawker Centre. I finally got him to eat the century egg porridge and raw fish (yusheng) that I had been bugging him to try. He said that the raw fish's good, but he'd prefer to eat it with the porridge instead of it standing alone. After breakfast, we made our way down to the Bukit Timah Community Club to meet Clement and Fenny for a game of Badminton. We all had a turn to play doubles with different partners, and I think we played so rough that the whole court had the shuttlecock's shedding feathers everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_TR3obo1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/wTD8O6Rw_TM/s1600-h/m1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246644394854687570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_TR3obo1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/wTD8O6Rw_TM/s320/m1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After badminton, we decided to go over the Clement's house to chill. Before we set off, we were deciding on what to eat. Clement and I voted for KFC, whilst the other two wanted Macdonald's. We played hand games to determine a winner, and yay! Clement and I won our vote. We were going to eat KFC! But it sucks lah, because we were gonna gain back twice the amount of fats we tried to lose in the game. We were damn lazy to walk into his house area, so we took a cab in, which only cost each person 80cents. Clement called for KFC delivery, and ordered a 10-piece Chicken Family Feast. Clement lent me his PE shirt, and he has like 20 over yellow fairfield shirts in his closet, because back in secondary school he keeps buying PE shirts whenever he forgot to bring it for PE lesson. We were in his room, and there were stacks and stacks of t-shirts, to be exact, 65 shirts. He bought them back from Bangkok for just 200bucks. Good buy right, dirt cheappp. KFC soon arrived at the doorstep, and the aroma of the chicken was surely mouth-watering. We sat at the table, and dug in. Clement's maid made milo for us, and the coolest thing in the cup was the metal straw! Clement and I both had three pieces of chicken, whilst Fenny and Weijie had just two. Weijie lousy lah, boy eat two pieces full already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_TSaiqoPI/AAAAAAAAB7s/8EX_6UEjCXQ/s1600-h/M6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246644404225745138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_TSaiqoPI/AAAAAAAAB7s/8EX_6UEjCXQ/s320/M6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fenny so cute ah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s4uwRkhV1o0/SM_TSLho4H
