<?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-18125381</id><updated>2011-09-13T15:06:59.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow down to your highness.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-2858885763113280341</id><published>2008-07-23T14:32:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:23:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baffled King Composing Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226096060497658882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbSrZAIBAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/XrlOEExRes4/s400/img002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WHOOHOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 200th POSTTT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*throws confetti*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; YAY YAY YAY. (audrey, how's the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh maaaan, i don't really wanna blog! hahaha! reason beeeeingggg that i have SO MANY MANY MANY MANY THINGS TO TALK ABOUT AND I THINK I WILL TAKE THE WHOLE DAY! but cus i love you so, i shall do this SPECIALLY FOR YOU. yeah, and if you don't want to read then you can go and die. HOKESSS... the night before the... OKAY, FORGET IT. I CANNOT. JUST THINKING ABOUT WHAT I'LL HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT SCARES ME. thus...you watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJCPyoxPIdg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJCPyoxPIdg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tx13Oh15FJo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tx13Oh15FJo&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;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmCW4sbQ5w4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmCW4sbQ5w4&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;YES SORRY I MISSED OUT WEELYN'S NAME. APPARENTLY I DIDN'T NOTICE SHE WAS AT THE AIRPORT CUS IT WAS TOO DARK. SORRY WEE, I AM REALLY SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SKL6IIjYxuI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JHqIT3rsOng/s1600-h/PA080706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SKL6IIjYxuI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JHqIT3rsOng/s400/PA080706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234020734599743202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL LOVE YOU WEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/saZJeVDObtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/saZJeVDObtU&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;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0lthos-GCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0lthos-GCw&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;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePFz8aMQEgA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePFz8aMQEgA&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;HAHA, ok don't laugh!!! err, it's a little late to say that hor. hahaha, i really felt quite dumb doing talking to the camera! couldn't stop laughing, hahaha, see my first attempt! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTsKxgE5qlg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTsKxgE5qlg&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106955005682210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcliNP4iI/AAAAAAAAAsY/s92pCjuCMRY/s400/P7132995.JPG" border="0" /&gt; cab fareee! can die, i counted ok! 5 cents per 5 seconds!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcl5Ve_SI/AAAAAAAAAsg/r9uHo0fA2jQ/s1600-h/P7132997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106961214242082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcl5Ve_SI/AAAAAAAAAsg/r9uHo0fA2jQ/s400/P7132997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our hotel. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcnSbkQpI/AAAAAAAAAso/Ofnqt09xAks/s1600-h/P7133001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106985130508946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcnSbkQpI/AAAAAAAAAso/Ofnqt09xAks/s400/P7133001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcnxIo6eI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1yPXND8slhs/s1600-h/P7133002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106993372621282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcnxIo6eI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1yPXND8slhs/s400/P7133002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got fire place too! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcoBoVdzI/AAAAAAAAAs4/F5AK4UPEPhE/s1600-h/P7133004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106997800531762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbcoBoVdzI/AAAAAAAAAs4/F5AK4UPEPhE/s400/P7133004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our view. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeV3WNj-I/AAAAAAAAAtI/SzmfvxVsSKc/s1600-h/P7143008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeWRo5nCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/m_FBLIUTCNw/s1600-h/P7143008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226108891883478050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeWRo5nCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/m_FBLIUTCNw/s400/P7143008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was taken on tuesday, when walking to the city. (we freaking walked EVERYWHERE. dunno why, mother likes to walk) &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeWkSUW7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/IfFiQLqpQe8/s1600-h/P7143014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226108896889035698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeWkSUW7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/IfFiQLqpQe8/s400/P7143014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quaint little houses. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeWwWy5CI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Qo2QF0jfd9Q/s1600-h/P7143015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226108900129039394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeWwWy5CI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Qo2QF0jfd9Q/s400/P7143015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbgtUohpMI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UB-ogZLllgk/s1600-h/P7143026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226111486847460546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbgtUohpMI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UB-ogZLllgk/s400/P7143026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there were a few old buildings around which looks very nice. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbgtjzG6zI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Yu7WsayYuJo/s1600-h/P7143028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226111490918378290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbgtjzG6zI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Yu7WsayYuJo/s400/P7143028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very mini doughnuts! super cute, the size of your palm. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226113093316465234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiK1MlUlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/yowLqqcNRe8/s400/P7153030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; third day, wendesday, when i checked into my room. this is my bed before.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbguGMfMHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Cd8AwG9MsTQ/s1600-h/P7153029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226111500151631986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbguGMfMHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Cd8AwG9MsTQ/s400/P7153029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and my bed after! and i did it all myself! (almost) i am so cool. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeVnm8JUI/AAAAAAAAAtA/T7ULbKIyukg/s1600-h/P7143005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226108880600966466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbeVnm8JUI/AAAAAAAAAtA/T7ULbKIyukg/s400/P7143005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the church i go to. which is veryvery pretty. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiLBcPfvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/COmRHoi_W8I/s1600-h/P7163031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226113096603369202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiLBcPfvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/COmRHoi_W8I/s400/P7163031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fourth day, thursday, on our way to Uni of Sydney. this is broadway which is very near the uni. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiL_m99hI/AAAAAAAAAug/afZEFgI6Clg/s1600-h/P7163032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226113113291355666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiL_m99hI/AAAAAAAAAug/afZEFgI6Clg/s400/P7163032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; flower! damn cute right! reminds me of Alice in Wonderland. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiMJEa4jI/AAAAAAAAAuo/LT3se58nnS8/s1600-h/P7163035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226113115830805042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiMJEa4jI/AAAAAAAAAuo/LT3se58nnS8/s400/P7163035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; changchangchang! UNI OF SYDNEY! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiMie83UI/AAAAAAAAAuw/DTYEPD_1ygg/s1600-h/P7163036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226113122652970306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbiMie83UI/AAAAAAAAAuw/DTYEPD_1ygg/s400/P7163036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oldest uni in Australia. where part of Harry Potter was filmed. where the dungeons are hunted. where all the cool kids go. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226114361467645346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbjUpbYraI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BwetdQ2pW1g/s400/P7163039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; courtyards and large patches of grass. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbjUGr3wWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/GhlUs0csZkM/s1600-h/P7163038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226114352141549922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbjUGr3wWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/GhlUs0csZkM/s400/P7163038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226114349530042530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbjT89PUKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/WBRGaGVqBS8/s400/P7163037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226111475005684386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbgsohOeqI/AAAAAAAAAto/Bt9BBKGw9Pw/s400/P7143021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;walking to the city. again.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbjU6dJO2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FICxjaGGEY0/s1600-h/P7163051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226114366038424418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbjU6dJO2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FICxjaGGEY0/s400/P7163051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the pope's arrival on a boat at Darling Harbour was shown on the teevee. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbjVPfz0FI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ojyomzPyVL4/s1600-h/P7163054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226114371686748242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbjVPfz0FI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ojyomzPyVL4/s400/P7163054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there were many statues of Jesus around and all were painted differently. this was the most interesting. according to the description, Jesus is seen as a super hero to many people, which is why he was painted red and blue- superman colours. and on his hands are painted the signs for money and peace. and his body is painted to look like a skeleton to represent the mexican's Day of the Dead thing. so on overall, it's meant to represent the death of people's beliefs, that Jesus is not a superhero but our God or something like that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226111482921307378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbgtGAdTPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UXxNWoGaqk4/s400/P7143025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this place is really cute, there's like those paddle boats and kids on the mini bungee jumping thing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226115965192277666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkx_xIjqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/QGxqNreIBhg/s400/P7163057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Darling Habour!!! there's the big teevee to show the arrival of the pope too. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkyWXkLYI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Uo7ZLsH4AHw/s1600-h/P7163078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226115971259051394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkyWXkLYI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Uo7ZLsH4AHw/s400/P7163078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling Habour at night, veryvery pretty.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkynOfduI/AAAAAAAAAvw/NCmaRWt6ScU/s1600-h/P7163080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226115975784396514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkynOfduI/AAAAAAAAAvw/NCmaRWt6ScU/s400/P7163080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindt shop! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkzFQ1LFI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vqsVmJCYyxs/s1600-h/P7163082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226115983847271506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkzFQ1LFI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vqsVmJCYyxs/s400/P7163082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they have super ah pui macaroons! and there's this champaign flavour, veryvery good!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkzY9A_XI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0JYVbPCS5R8/s1600-h/P7183088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226115989132868978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbkzY9A_XI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0JYVbPCS5R8/s400/P7183088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice view&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226117469307764626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmJjCNf5I/AAAAAAAAAwI/0Ovq_5i1r0g/s400/P7193091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sunday! at the race course, waiting for mass to begin. all the pilgrims camped overnight, omgxyz.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmJzLlCaI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Ro0oXva3rtE/s1600-h/P7193094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226117473642023330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmJzLlCaI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Ro0oXva3rtE/s400/P7193094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that red thing over there is the alter.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmKadekBI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Tr-mIptNgnw/s1600-h/P7193097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226117484186079250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmKadekBI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Tr-mIptNgnw/s400/P7193097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;policemen still ride on horses here! to patrol the smaller streets and all la.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmKg_ktOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Bm81Z3_xCXA/s1600-h/P7193100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226117485939700962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmKg_ktOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Bm81Z3_xCXA/s400/P7193100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random grafitti.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmLFt-YUI/AAAAAAAAAwo/buyp9JOQbTY/s1600-h/P7223107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226117495797997890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbmLFt-YUI/AAAAAAAAAwo/buyp9JOQbTY/s400/P7223107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's catherine (left) and jocelyn! on the right. joce is from singaporeee.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnW4yXyyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/p4YHffr2c10/s1600-h/P7163067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226118797996837666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnW4yXyyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/p4YHffr2c10/s400/P7163067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE THE SEAGULLS! why don't they have them in singapore?&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnXRz90oI/AAAAAAAAAxA/YxoyR5Q7WdE/s1600-h/P7143024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226118804714410626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnXRz90oI/AAAAAAAAAxA/YxoyR5Q7WdE/s400/P7143024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seagulls!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnX_CjOdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/lg9Pp-qt9MA/s1600-h/P7163076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226118816855177682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnX_CjOdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/lg9Pp-qt9MA/s400/P7163076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so finding nemoish! and they really try to grab your food.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnYP9AvOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/HRyyWOTKtuQ/s1600-h/P7163079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226118821395348706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnYP9AvOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/HRyyWOTKtuQ/s400/P7163079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seagull which stole my mother's noodles.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnWik2fcI/AAAAAAAAAww/PiY9pQnNq9w/s1600-h/P7143007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226118792034549186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbnWik2fcI/AAAAAAAAAww/PiY9pQnNq9w/s400/P7143007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; poke you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH, I HAVE GOTTEN AN ELJAAAAY! I WILL BE BLOGGING THERE FROM NOW ONWARDS. YAY. &lt;a href="http://talktothemax.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://talktothemax.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; COOL RIGHT COOL RIGHT. BYEEEE. I WILL MISS YOU SNOTTY HANDKERCHIEF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-2858885763113280341?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f80a6a971388bdb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/2858885763113280341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=2858885763113280341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2858885763113280341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2858885763113280341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/07/baffled-king-composing-hallelujah.html' title='The Baffled King Composing Hallelujah'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SIbSrZAIBAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/XrlOEExRes4/s72-c/img002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-6354735818866556603</id><published>2008-07-14T06:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:44:15.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Don't Leave, How Am I Supposed to Miss You?</title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the "ii sCaReD lEhXx!" kind of scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the "I. Am. Freaking. Scared." kind of scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about being on my own, facing the books. i haven't gotten over feeling like such a big, fat failure after the Os. i've just forgotten it. i am now alone in this battle against academics. i am such a loser. and i realised that i do not do anything where it's a must to succeed anymore. i'd just avoid getting myself involved. and i only join when it's only for fun, or failing isn't such a big deal. you could call it a phobia. caused by the disappointments after SYF and Os. i really admire people like ethel and becky who i've seen working their guts out for good results, then get disappointed, and then picking themselves up almost immediately and hitting the books again, telling themselves that they've just got to work yet even harder. i am such a wuss, i fail and say that i have no idea where i went wrong and i've already worked so hard, i couldn't have worked harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amd i simply refuse to give myself another chance for the fear of failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what. a. failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i am truly touched by people who have written blog posts/farewell smses/love letters/post cards especially. *COUGH*chrys*COUGH* my love goes out to all of you and i will reread all of them when i'm in aussie and missing ya'll ever so much. i am trying really hard to express how i feel in words and this is extremely difficult. please know that will be thinking of you and willing to be home real soon. 5 months is gonna pass really quick (i am trying to convince myself about this) and you'll be in my heart always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3JWFklREK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3JWFklREK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;em&gt;my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6354735818866556603?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6354735818866556603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6354735818866556603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6354735818866556603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6354735818866556603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-dont-leave-how-am-i-supposed-to.html' title='If You Don&apos;t Leave, How Am I Supposed to Miss You?'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-5584557318736693351</id><published>2008-07-13T02:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:33:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I See You on Monday?</title><content type='html'>haha, that's an actual song! and a pretty nice song as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto, POLL! POLL! POLL! WEELYN WINS! WOOHOOOOOO. *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5xodWkXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FhNRhCLiiDc/s1600-h/PA080706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5xodWkXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FhNRhCLiiDc/s400/PA080706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222198399005528434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5x39_1zI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sI81Qm9FN3c/s1600-h/PA080706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5x39_1zI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sI81Qm9FN3c/s400/PA080706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222198403168982834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5yKjq_eI/AAAAAAAAAqY/iqWT03A9rsQ/s1600-h/PA080706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5xodWkXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FhNRhCLiiDc/s400/PA080706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222198399005528434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5xodWkXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FhNRhCLiiDc/s1600-h/PA080706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5xodWkXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FhNRhCLiiDc/s400/PA080706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222198399005528434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5xodWkXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FhNRhCLiiDc/s1600-h/PA080706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5xodWkXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FhNRhCLiiDc/s400/PA080706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222198399005528434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okkk, it's not as if people who commented actually voted, but people have told me verbally that they think weelyn's picture is worse and they don't want to comment it cus they are afraid that weelyn, under the influence of drugs, might get her gang and beat them up like prata. so yeah, names shall not be disclosed, HAHA. and one person has told me that my ah lian picture actually looks cute. *COUGH*bex*COUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.HAHA.HAHAHAHAHAHA. i dunno what's wrong with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and lastest news, my mother and i will be leaving on monday, and my sister on wednesday. some delays with visa and all. so... wow, yeah, no one is going to see me off, i was gonna depend on my sister's boyfriend to add to the 'crowd' and right, well now i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hahahaha, chrys will be so proud of me! i have started packing! and my mother also took out all our old winter clothes from past trips and we had some fun with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHkF0LJ_7SI/AAAAAAAAAr4/KdpJ1V6V2hw/s1600-h/P7092970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHkF0LJ_7SI/AAAAAAAAAr4/KdpJ1V6V2hw/s400/P7092970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222211636818865442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oomg, my first thought: "WHERE'S WALLY?!" HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHkF0diF60I/AAAAAAAAAsA/9LVD9Tb1wnE/s1600-h/P7092972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHkF0diF60I/AAAAAAAAAsA/9LVD9Tb1wnE/s400/P7092972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222211641751759682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scarf is daaamn cute la! yes, mochi's tail is cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHkEANuB2kI/AAAAAAAAAro/vbo0EL2fjmA/s1600-h/P7092974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHkEANuB2kI/AAAAAAAAAro/vbo0EL2fjmA/s400/P7092974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222209644642032194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, my bro's tail very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHkF082NcPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BS0td1s80z8/s1600-h/P7092978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHkF082NcPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BS0td1s80z8/s400/P7092978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222211650157637874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, he's wearing my ski suit from my trip to Korea when i was 7 i think. oh man, he is 5 this year and the suit is too small for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokok. watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5pmWxXn3KQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5pmWxXn3KQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG, IT'S NOISY, IT'S CRAZY, IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE DANCING &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;it's damn cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5584557318736693351?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5584557318736693351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5584557318736693351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5584557318736693351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5584557318736693351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/07/may-i-see-you-on-monday.html' title='May I See You on Monday?'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHj5xodWkXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FhNRhCLiiDc/s72-c/PA080706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-5306523370901802541</id><published>2008-07-08T23:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:46:00.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOi6H2urvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/lYfa7YbrNIc/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOi6H2urvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/lYfa7YbrNIc/s400/DSC04497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220695512477249266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY HAY, yesterday, the 7th of july was jo's birthday! ah pa is finally 17&lt;strike&gt;0&lt;/strike&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made our way to dhoby ghaut mrt station and we started waiting for jo and huang chi to come and we entertained ourselves by taking pics.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOLiLqfaHI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0cA_yWR_70M/s1600-h/IMAGE_041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOLiLqfaHI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0cA_yWR_70M/s400/IMAGE_041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220669812415359090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think they look alike? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;farah: haha, she's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;eunice: look like me.&lt;br /&gt;farah: eh yar hor! looks like you!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally jo came and i felt so sianned waiting for chi to come when all along she was sitting at the bus stop until they got the msg that it was ok for chi to 'arrive' and for us to start heading to fish and co cus they were planning some surprise thing for me. and all along i was thinking that they went to fish and co first to settle JO'S surprise. waah, two surprises at one time ah, totally caught me off gaurd, i applaud you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that, anna was totally being an idiot okay! she msged me that she couldn't come today cus she was babysitting her cousin, somemore can "hey max" me and start apologising profusely. i was like, wah, how come i'm the only one she sent the msg to? (i thought i was just special ): HAHAHA) so i told audrey that anne couldn't come and she can tell me to reply "can you maybe ask them to come back earlier or something? why did you agree to babysit them when you have a date with us later??" WAAAA, INDIRECT BRAINWASH CAN. then anne said diedie cannot make it, etc. (freaking long sms!) ok maybe i shall type it all out to humour ya'll, haha! &lt;br /&gt;anne: "sorry max, i've already tried. i know i should have just rejected la, but i didn't think that they'd leave so late and come back even later. i feel bad now. i know you're feeling damn annoyed with me now. but really really sorry, it's my fault and i'll make it up to you some other time. i feel bad. i can't send you off already and now i can't go for this. worst friend ever"&lt;br /&gt;me: "HAHAHA. it's seriously alright, we understand -nods- we still love you anna!"&lt;br /&gt;anne: "stop it, you making me feel worse :(:(:(:("&lt;br /&gt;so i did exactly what she told me and didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;anne: "max. i'm really really really sorry."&lt;br /&gt;OMG, if she wasn't trying apologising to me, i'd think she was trying to irritate the shit out of me, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and it continued like this for a few more times until we were walking to fish and co and i was thinking to myself, aiya, sms her later la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so walking into fish and co and towards our table was like woaaaaah, the place is so. so. so. so. cool! the atmosphere was soo FISHY. HAHA. they really did the place up and it was so exciting! (though i think that they could have made the place yet even more fishy) and we took our seats and all then suddennnnlyyyy, ANNA POPS OUT FROM NOWHERE! and i screamed ANNAAA! and she was like, you know who's the cousin i had to babysit?! -points to audrey- HAHAHAHA. and thennnn CLARISSA POPS OUT FROM THE SAME NOWHERE! and i screamed CLARISSAAA! and yeeeeah, a lot of people turned when i screamed, HAHA. then i ran and hugged them and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHO8AEOrHZI/AAAAAAAAApg/RWCxsagj73w/s1600-h/DSC04581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHO8AEOrHZI/AAAAAAAAApg/RWCxsagj73w/s400/DSC04581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220723102373846418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okkk, let me clarify something! you people are sooo annoying, i swear. clarissa and i have been mother/daughter/dodohead partners since sec 1 and default camwhore buddies in sec 3 and 4 okay! ya'll don't anyhow say what shit lor AUDREY LIAW SHU JUAN, and eunice, there's nothing to be sad about, your dada is still your dada. clarissa was the closest friend i had in 4/6 okay! then i never see her for such a long time, of course i would be really glad to see her, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOjCbWh4wI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VqYtqCxnFHg/s1600-h/DSC04546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOjCbWh4wI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VqYtqCxnFHg/s400/DSC04546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220695655149855490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wo mei youuu!" HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOi6QXnNwI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/DjnlUb-lfzc/s1600-h/DSC04515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOi6QXnNwI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/DjnlUb-lfzc/s400/DSC04515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220695514762655490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOjCs12oQI/AAAAAAAAAng/dZvKmG_7MwQ/s1600-h/DSC04550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOjCs12oQI/AAAAAAAAAng/dZvKmG_7MwQ/s400/DSC04550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220695659844641026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anna-banana-(kungfu)panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOjCk5SYYI/AAAAAAAAAno/9OB6vep1HlQ/s1600-h/DSC04560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOjCk5SYYI/AAAAAAAAAno/9OB6vep1HlQ/s400/DSC04560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220695657711559042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was live music as well, which was damnnnnnn awesomeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOntb_AK1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/zdqA-uNX4iw/s1600-h/DSC04596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOntb_AK1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/zdqA-uNX4iw/s400/DSC04596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220700792100498258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo's green cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHO8tzuiD0I/AAAAAAAAApo/lLoXlcEKuV4/s1600-h/DSC04804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHO8tzuiD0I/AAAAAAAAApo/lLoXlcEKuV4/s400/DSC04804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220723888218050370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her present! which was a green bag stuffed with a whole lot of green stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, why didn't we take pics of her while she was standing up on the chair!?&lt;br /&gt;oh well, the surprise for her present kinda screwed up thanks to the fishy staff. and after that she confirm knew that we were gonna get her to stand up and all, especially since almost ABOUT 10 birthdays were celebrated at fish and co that day. but i love fish and co birthdays cus they make the person stand on the chair, give them a sparkler and they will start cheering and if you haven't gotten them a cake, i think they'll give you a complimentary cup cake which is pretty big, with ice cream. so much better than taupok can! taupok is brainless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHPE8t1Hl7I/AAAAAAAAApw/UcR5Dqx1G8E/s1600-h/SN204517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHPE8t1Hl7I/AAAAAAAAApw/UcR5Dqx1G8E/s400/SN204517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220732940426123186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, when i saw this pic, i burst out laughing! that fish and co is really haunted! is that JU ORD at the back?! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHPE86xN2XI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1HSB4sV4vKE/s1600-h/SN204533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHPE86xN2XI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1HSB4sV4vKE/s400/SN204533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220732943899416946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! jo looks really cute with her green cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHPE9CVc4FI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Yg4x2a32R7U/s1600-h/SN204534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHPE9CVc4FI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Yg4x2a32R7U/s400/SN204534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220732945930444882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love this pic! it's so kooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOnt_4AnFI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3fcavLS5Hkg/s1600-h/DSC04654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOnt_4AnFI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3fcavLS5Hkg/s400/DSC04654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220700801734843474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started taking lots of pics with the LOVE outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOnuUjN1RI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ltt_U-NesMo/s1600-h/DSC04711(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOnuUjN1RI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ltt_U-NesMo/s400/DSC04711(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220700807284774162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE CAN YA'LL KOPE THIS PIC INSTEAD? THE OTHER ONE SO WEIRD LA, GOT FLOWERFLOWER, OH MY GOSHHH. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ethel and anne went home and we went to clark quay to drink 7-up and juice and mineral water which came in a glass bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOnuDOp9DI/AAAAAAAAAoA/cxKB0pQmmt0/s1600-h/DSC04688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOnuDOp9DI/AAAAAAAAAoA/cxKB0pQmmt0/s400/DSC04688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220700802635134002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOnuM-029I/AAAAAAAAAoI/S5wNlcqKpMg/s1600-h/DSC04699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOnuM-029I/AAAAAAAAAoI/S5wNlcqKpMg/s400/DSC04699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220700805253094354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOrHVzsC4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/MYzT1_M9gpk/s1600-h/DSC04709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOrHVzsC4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/MYzT1_M9gpk/s400/DSC04709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220704535653911426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOrHiIUMSI/AAAAAAAAAog/WFf0nE4T7Ak/s1600-h/DSC04720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOrHiIUMSI/AAAAAAAAAog/WFf0nE4T7Ak/s400/DSC04720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220704538961654050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we caught the last train back.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i was quite kanchiong that we might not catch the last train back. hahaha, they kept on going "if we miss the last train then we come back here and sit down" HAHAHAHA. then on our way while walking to the mrt station, there were like these statues of (not so) stick men and i went to one and put my arm around him. then audrey said "eh if we miss the train then you can come back here and continue hugging him" HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOrH59876I/AAAAAAAAAow/N479hQxAnww/s1600-h/DSC04743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOrH59876I/AAAAAAAAAow/N479hQxAnww/s400/DSC04743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220704545360637858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posing for the camera. she's a poser. (HA. HA. HA. not funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOrIE6J2KI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zvMiejn-iXQ/s1600-h/DSC04745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOrIE6J2KI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zvMiejn-iXQ/s400/DSC04745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220704548297496738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surrounded by armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOszDYZWxI/AAAAAAAAApI/Qkw3P4U-hGY/s1600-h/DSC04755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOszDYZWxI/AAAAAAAAApI/Qkw3P4U-hGY/s400/DSC04755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220706386133474066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then audrey started hanging from the bars of the mrt. you know, i bet before you started hanging from the bars and all, you were feeling very restless (which btw, was what eunice felt which made her walk around my house which then lead to "max, your mother likes fish ah?" HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, initially i didn't want to hang around too cus i've seen kids doing this before and i always "tsktsktsk, mother never teach them to behave in public ah" but in the end i just heck cared la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOsy51r0-I/AAAAAAAAApA/D14amTMaLpk/s1600-h/DSC04771(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOsy51r0-I/AAAAAAAAApA/D14amTMaLpk/s400/DSC04771(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220706383571964898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, audrey said my pics all damn constipated. WHERE GOOOOOT! i smiled until so sweetly lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by time we reached tanah merah, there was no more bus services! i had to walk home! thanks chi tompanging me for half my journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, i had such a great time you guysss, and ya'll really didn't have to surprise me lor! no need to surprise BaRH. anyway, why is anna always the one 'missing'! hahaha, maybe cus she one of the more likely ones to not be able to come. and audrey, you're damn crazy, 60 bucks worth of cakes for a glass bottle of mineral water?!?! THANKS, you rock. you can (almost) go and sign up for Obolopal liao. so THANKS GUYSS. you are a simply wonderful bunch. however, apparently someone was not playing her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it like just me or was weelyn quiet throughout the whole night? i missed your silly remarks, weelyn! i really don't remember any suanings because there wasn't even anything to suan you about. okay, no doubt they're usually pretty dumb, but it really contributes to the fun and laughter of the night! an outing is not complete without suaning you, or taking home something funny you said and laughing to myself about it while brushing my teeth and then all my toothpaste foam will splatter everywhere on my mirror. haha, i'm just kidding. but seriously weels! don't pay attention to the whatever oh-help-weelyn-society la, you actually expect THEM to help you? instead i think they are turning into you, haha! weelyn, BE YOURSELF. somehow we have to &lt;u&gt;accept you for who you truly are&lt;/u&gt;. HAHA, cheesy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP SPEED READING!!!&lt;br /&gt;LET'S HAVE SOME FUN NOW SHALL WE?&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO HAVE A POLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO HOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DING DING DING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON ONE SIDE OF THE RING, WE HAVE WHAT THE COMMOTION HAS BEEN ABOUT, THE AH LIAN, MAXXXXXXX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOszfZZV1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/UfDfYUeISMk/s1600-h/IMAGE_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOszfZZV1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/UfDfYUeISMk/s400/IMAGE_036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220706393653860178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSUSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CLASSIC DRUG ADDICT, WEELYYNNNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOszrsk6RI/AAAAAAAAApY/BUkMvkB6jqM/s1600-h/PA080706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOszrsk6RI/AAAAAAAAApY/BUkMvkB6jqM/s400/PA080706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220706396955535634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS THE WORST PICTURE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOO. 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READERS/SILENT READERS/PASSER BYS/ NON READERS, JUST LEAVE YOUR ANSWERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5306523370901802541?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5306523370901802541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5306523370901802541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5306523370901802541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5306523370901802541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-jooooo.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOOOOO!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SHOi6H2urvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/lYfa7YbrNIc/s72-c/DSC04497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-5702185194893537772</id><published>2008-07-07T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T03:19:15.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sizzleee</title><content type='html'>OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i will tell you about a dream i had! i was in my condo's lift and was making me way home, and when the door opened, i saw my sister and her big group of friends hanging around outside the front door, like on the steps and near the shoes and all, and my sister was holding this really huge safety pin and was in the midst of saying, "it really looks very nice!" and when she saw me, she said, "okok, i'll show you. max! max! come here!" so i stepped out of the lift and she more of like came to me instead. and as she continued rambling on about how it (what's "it"? i had no idea) was very nice and how she will show it to them, she was waving the huge safety pin around and it poke me a few times and it REALLY hurt (they say you're not supposed to feel pain in your dreams but i don't know, it hurt!) so i told her "OUCH!! stop it! it's very pain eh!" and she was like "noo! not pain one!" and continued waving the pin about, at the same time, poking me even more. and i screamed again to ask her to stop. this time, she said "i tell you it's not pain! come i show you!" and at this, she grabbed my hand and JABBED the pin into my finger! i looked down and saw a big gash in my fourth finger and the wound was gaping open and i could see my bone. IT REALLY HURT OKAY, it's like i can feel the pain from my skin being cut, but it didn't feel as if it was THAT a deep cut until can see my bone. and something weird happened here, when i looked at my finger, it was like... metal? but i was like, too involved in screaming that i barely took notice. then she also jabbed the pin into my elbow and blood started coming out. and i screamed la, but obviously it didn't work. so she decided to start showing her friends what "it" was so nice about and she asked me to turn around to face the lift door. then she finally said, "it can really work as a hair pin!" oh maaaaan, so now we know what "it" is and i was damn scared she would pin my scalp or something! in my dream, i had long hair and thankfully she pinned it pretty low and it like, kiap the skin on my back and i was just letting her do it and saying "very pain very pain very pain" and all her friends seemed to be unaffected by everything going on and was just ike, "uhh yeah, i guess it does look nice." then she took the pin off and i quickly ran into the house and straight into my room where i saw my parents. and i wanted to tell them everything which happened but somehow, the first thing i asked was "did i ever have an amputation on my fourth finger and had it replaced with a metal one or something?" and they were like "nope" then i suddenly realised i had to tell them about what just happened, but you know how like in dreams, you have something really urgent to say and when you open your mouth to say it, you realise you can't speak? yeah, but i managed to tell them the whole story by whispering loudly. but when i was done, they were like "oh. what can we do? -shrugs-" OH MAAAAAAAAN. then i turned around and saw my sister and she stared at me, the you-watch-out-i'm-gonna-kill-you stare. so i quickly ran out of the house and the the lift down and when the lift doow opened, i found myself in Club Med! and i felt pretty comforted cus the dream-maxine knew almost everyone there and i hugged Hi to a few people and people seemed to like me cus they told me, "maxine! you're the best!" (okay, cue to cough, haha!) and i found one of my good friends (whom i don't know in real life and thinking back about it now, he kinda looks like The Rock from WWE, HAHA.) ANYWAY, so i stuck to him cus he's so macho and he would be able to protect me from my sister. and club med has shows almost everynight and that night, it was like some loony tunes show and i was enjoying myself until i saw my sister on stage! with the loony tunes! and i got pretty scared and then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how scary is that okay! well anyway, i clarify that in real life, i love my sister and i do not see her as a serial killer. at all. i brownie swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok thennn! on friday, i went out with laurel! we went to chinatowwwn. we are so pro-multi-racial-ness, she was the one whom i went to little india with too. haha, so at chinatown, i totally don't care and just anyhow binged on food. tried avacado juice, veh nice! and ate this tutu kueh which she said was very nice and then ate at Togi, korean bibimbap! damn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laurel: eh sorry, i cannot pon lecture on friday. i pon so many times, i become pon star already. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so it was a friday night and i bet becky wasn't having a life so i asked her out. then she called twice and i didn't pick up (was too busy indulging in my bibimbap) and she sent me an aunty msg saying "i just finished training, u neh pick up my call!" then when i called her back (2 minutes later only) she went into an aunty-fit saying "why you never pick up my call! where are you! i called twice leh!" omg, got a fright of my life, even my mother doesn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, something funny happened! becky's mother called.&lt;br /&gt;becky: out. with maxine.&lt;br /&gt;-pause-(mum proably asked why she wasn't informed)&lt;br /&gt;becky: cus i scared you scold me?&lt;br /&gt;-pause- (i started giggling to myself and i don't know what her mum replied)&lt;br /&gt;becky: cus if i tell you then you will scold me then you won't let me go out so i don't tell you la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i shall end here and blog about saturday another time! this post is already long enough. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5702185194893537772?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5702185194893537772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5702185194893537772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5702185194893537772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5702185194893537772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/07/sizzleee.html' title='sizzleee'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-27858289189114351</id><published>2008-07-03T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:41:54.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now I Wanna Be Your Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGusejVOadI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7iGId-JJoZk/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGusejVOadI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7iGId-JJoZk/s400/s320x240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218454234119170514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, for some reason, i like this pic a lot. even though it's so unglam and from my no-fringe-sec-one days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighxyz, i think i have stomach flu. and just when i was thinking about making a list of makan places to eat at (which i know i wouldn't actually get down to doing it, but at least i have a mental list of it). i feel pretty crappy, and the worst part is that i think my grandmother has contracted it from me. i feel so baddd. and i really don't know what i ate, i keep on thinking about the Or Luak on saturday night, but i only started feeling sick on monday morning. plus, i wasn't the only one who ate the Or Luak. but then the last few times i ate Or Luak, i got food poisoning from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oysters are starting to turn their back on me. omgabc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's good that i haven't been going out much these last few days, and i'm gonna be really free tomorrow and normally i'd feel that it's gonna be a damn wasted day but i think i shall say home and tidy my room :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimate party pooper, i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-27858289189114351?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/27858289189114351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=27858289189114351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/27858289189114351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/27858289189114351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-now-i-wanna-be-your-dog.html' title='And Now I Wanna Be Your Dog'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGusejVOadI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7iGId-JJoZk/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-4217667846066127550</id><published>2008-07-01T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:33:01.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Town Called Panic</title><content type='html'>Tagged by theresseee!&lt;br /&gt;a) Answer the questions below, do a Google Image Search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, do it with minimal words of explanation.&lt;br /&gt;b) Tag 5 other people to do the same once you’ve finished answering every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The age you’ll be on your next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;cookie monster!&lt;/strike&gt; seventeeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="413" src="http://pbskids.org/sesame/coloring/images/17_cookie.gif" width="413" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A place you’d like to travel to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man, i change this answer as often as i shave my armpits which is as often as audrey changes her underwear and as often as eunice changes her surname.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now, i'd say the Italian Alps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="413" src="http://nature.wallpaperme.com/3275-2/The+Dolomites_+Alps_+Italy.jpg" width="551" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i've always wanted to visit France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218098266347403842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGpougC3-kI/AAAAAAAAAlY/YNI0iXejXB4/s400/france.jpg" border="0" /&gt;or when i feel like frying my brains out, it'd be Mauritius. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218098268834142866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGpoupTwmpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/7KMtwHWXqQ4/s400/mauritius1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3. Your favourite place: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;far east. HAHAHA&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wellllll, my kitchen. if only it was air conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGps3497wCI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_8w9PoNrJ1Q/s1600-h/kitchen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218102825702899746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGps3497wCI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_8w9PoNrJ1Q/s400/kitchen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4. Your favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hard to say, i love everythinggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218103237394076610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGptP2owk8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZtcpkXkEWl0/s400/Beautiful%2520Food%2520Buffet.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Your favourite colour: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREEEEEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's specifically the Christmas green colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218103237819665826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGptP4OOjaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/OsPJIyh0W3s/s400/gift3_grn.png" width="169" border="0" /&gt; 6. Your favourite animal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cats. and i love black cats the most.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218109086039379810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGpykSidj2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/Rs5wpLSAmjc/s400/800px-A_Black_Cat.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt; 7. Your favourite piece of clothing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;panties. haha! i dunno, i like going out knowing i'm wearing cool coloured/patterned knickers. but HELL I'M NOT GOING TO GOOGLE PANTIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i will put a pic of my second fave piece of clothing which are shorts.&lt;br /&gt;just cus i have such a bootylicious bum. haha! just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218109082971053250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGpykHG6nMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/f8esbt1H07I/s400/paige-premium-denim-shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8. Your favourite song currently:&lt;br /&gt;haha. haha. ha. i know this is so wannabe-ish, but it's Viva La Vida by Coldplay.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218111163990850178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="293" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGp0dPgsuoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bMRzgg4FghQ/s400/2450263366_23fe949c8c.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; butbutbut! my all time favourite will always and forever be Queen (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218111159590900658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="296" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGp0c_Hq07I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0XAXZHZVZ0E/s400/Queen.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favourite TV show:&lt;br /&gt;FOSTER'S HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218118216753195442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGp63xGRqbI/AAAAAAAAAmo/00aHWFIV6gw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;10. First name of your significant other / crush:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm so innocent, i have no current crushes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218118221239953426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGp64B0AKBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/SEFswM5JUTk/s400/innocent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;11. The town in which you live in:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upper East Coast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218118217979050706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGp631qiutI/AAAAAAAAAmg/BsPLRBOsygQ/s400/east_coast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;12. Your screen name / nickname:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"your queen of hearts is always your best bet"&lt;br /&gt;from Desperado, The Eagles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="413" src="http://insider.tickco.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/WindowsLiveWriter/DonHenlytalksofNewAlbumWithNewSongsforTh_B972/the-eagles%5B7%5D.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Your first job:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;waitress at Creperie Ar Men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://www.creervotrecreperie.com/creperie_AR-MEN-facade2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Your dream job: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;air stewardess. omg. i. am. such. a. prefect. haha! cus all i've learn from prefecting is to serve at parent nights. no offence to loyal prefects out there, though i really can't imagine yiggie as an air stewardess, hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://www.beijingolympicsfan.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/beijing-air-stewardess-flight-stewardess-beijing-2008-china03.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. A bad habit you have:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;procrastinating. real bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="413" src="http://www.bankersonline.com/postcard/pictures/procrastinate.gif" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Worst fear: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;embarrassment. like those really. really. embarrassing moments. like i know i embarrass myself almost everyday but it's those extremely embarrassing moments which run through my head months later and can still make me blush. and no matter how much i console myself that people won't remember it, i'll still feel like stabbing myself, hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://virtualhug.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/ground.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. The first thing you'll buy if you have $1,000,000: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a ferrariiii. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 534px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="413" src="http://www.carforums.net/reviews/makes/pictures/Ferrari10.jpg" width="648" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually i am not too sure, i might just save it for a rainy day. hahaha, i'm so annoying, i actually save.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. The one thing you'd like to do before you die: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="312" src="http://www.kanjirobatrekking.com.np/images/bungee.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was thinking bungee jumping. but then again, if bungee jumping was the only thing i did before i &lt;strong&gt;DIEDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;, that's like so lame la! so i really don't know, it would have to be hundred times crazier, i don't know, save a life? HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE YOU BYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4217667846066127550?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4217667846066127550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4217667846066127550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4217667846066127550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4217667846066127550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/07/town-called-panic.html' title='A Town Called Panic'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGpougC3-kI/AAAAAAAAAlY/YNI0iXejXB4/s72-c/france.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-4571749140300106170</id><published>2008-06-28T02:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:12:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next The Walls Were Closed On Me</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH, MY WEEK WAS FANTABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm going to hate doing this blog entry cus it's going to be (rather) image heavy and blogger is being a bitch but i MUST blog this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MET CLARISSA LAST SUNDAY. oh man oh man oh man, i missed her so much (and i'm not just saying this cus she gave me goodies from chicago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGakt9igiVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JLr4-nwzESE/s1600-h/P6212791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217038327875668306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGakt9igiVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JLr4-nwzESE/s400/P6212791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hot pink Victoria Secrets panty, dark chocolate batman edition reeses cups, beef jerky nacho flavour and ICE BREAKERSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, dad's birthday was last sunday as well and i baked yet another cheesecake. &lt;strike&gt;i screwed it up bad and use chocolate shavings to cover the evidence&lt;/strike&gt; HAHAHA. seriously, it was a disaster, i started baking at 1am and finally finished at 8. so frigging pek chek, must cook for almost an hour, then leave it in the oven for half an hour, then open the oven door and leave for another half an hour, then take the thing out and wait for it to cool, then only can put it into the frige. &lt;b&gt;SIAN&lt;/b&gt; i am a little sick of baking cheesecakes for the moment and i am really sorry to theresse because she has been wanting me to bake a cheesecake for her. by the way, thank you so much theresse, and although i really can't show how much i mean it like how you do, and actually put all my feelings and thoughts into words (please, you're looking at someone who uses the word FANTABULOUS), really really, thank you so much. i am so, so touched. but could you like, please stop trying to make me cry? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to make me cry. &lt;u&gt;i mean it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGakuHNCQ1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/uoY1sRIZuCU/s1600-h/P6212794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217038330469958482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGakuHNCQ1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/uoY1sRIZuCU/s400/P6212794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family photo (plus sister's bf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGakuIsZnwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZLVq7BBFf-U/s1600-h/P6212803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217038330869948162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGakuIsZnwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZLVq7BBFf-U/s400/P6212803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know this is an ugly pic, i put it here for you to SEE MY DARK EYE RINGS. ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, i went to TP! hung around with qian and played with our DSes.&lt;br /&gt;qian:-after attempting to play ratatoulle- it sucks ah! i think i'm going to delete the game from my DS.&lt;br /&gt;me: at this rate, i think you'll end up deleting all your games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, i went out with laurel to Lil' Ins! haha, little india la. threaded my eyebrows and bought bangles! they're so pretty. actually the people are really friendly! but i think the eyebrow threading lady charged us a dollar extra, she said GST. wth, this kind of thing got gst meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday! I CRASHED &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;RJC. HAHA. becks lent me her school's polo tee and i threw it on and i just walked right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGap_99Bf-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/doaVGhtD67s/s1600-h/P6262823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217044134782664674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGap_99Bf-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/doaVGhtD67s/s400/P6262823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we went to SAC. (Student Activity Centre, HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGap_2W-WoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/xIhSzCyyZO0/s1600-h/P6262824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217044132744026754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGap_2W-WoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/xIhSzCyyZO0/s400/P6262824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their canteen is a bit, errr... haha, yeah, tables are kinda discoloured and the stalls are very small. but they have a lot of stalls la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGaqAdrsTeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/l2VDx5BpeqQ/s1600-h/P6262825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217044143299907042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGaqAdrsTeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/l2VDx5BpeqQ/s400/P6262825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; becks, your school is really not decomposing. (except for the canteen)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039209798513330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalhS9TMrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/RjZDZ9vZ8i0/s400/P6262819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and lecture halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalhBxPU4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/42H4Uw08q2s/s1600-h/P6262815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039205184525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalhBxPU4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/42H4Uw08q2s/s400/P6262815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the walls here are the same colour as their skirt, haha! but you can't really see the peachy pinkness here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217044147312587090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGaqAsoY8VI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LzXU6UTkDZ0/s400/P6262826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalhT0YpTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/W2IZiWUsXCk/s1600-h/P6262820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039210029557042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalhT0YpTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/W2IZiWUsXCk/s400/P6262820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; your school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalhjvT-QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/QQy-Tn1RF0k/s1600-h/P6262821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039214303246594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalhjvT-QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/QQy-Tn1RF0k/s400/P6262821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalh6xgmAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VxLIrFjjQHg/s1600-h/P6262822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039220486477826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGalh6xgmAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VxLIrFjjQHg/s400/P6262822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i can actually see myself in this school. here. (in my reflection in the water, HAHAHA) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat down at their cafe to have lunch. after chatting, we saw PAO! the person. so she sat down and chatted with us. then we saw TASHA! and she sat down too and chatted with us. then we saw SAM THONG! then she and her friend sat down and chatted with us. it was so awesome, we were all recalling our SAC days and laughing at the classics, obviously simmy was included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i didn't actually buy their school skirt okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the shop was closed ): HAHA. was going for dinner with family at some cheena restaurant afterwards so i hung around at becky's place first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becks: take my shirt off!&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, ok. -takes her shirt off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. HAHA. HAHA. this sounds so sick i swear.&lt;br /&gt;"take my shirt off" as in "take off the shirt i lent you which you are wearing over your own shirt" HAHAHAHAHA. and yeah, "-takes her shirt off-" as in "-takes off the shirt she lent me which i was wearing over my own shirt-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. was Bboyz and Ballerina at 3pm, then Hossan Leong, the Piano Funnyman at 7.30. waaaah, it's (kind of) like an esplanade show marathon thing. Bboyz was good! the break dancing was like woaaaaah,incredible. but can't say much for the ballet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we went to Max Brenner's. i love that place, i feel so welcomed whenever i go there, what with my name plastered everywhere around the shop. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGasFvV201I/AAAAAAAAAh8/nx9qtT-k-z4/s1600-h/P6272815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217046432962761554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGasFvV201I/AAAAAAAAAh8/nx9qtT-k-z4/s400/P6272815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was after Bboyz with audrey and anna (kung fu) panda. audrey's skirt makes her look like a bird with feathers :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGasF4VMCbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TMwC1YN0HeQ/s1600-h/P6272822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217046435375876530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGasF4VMCbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TMwC1YN0HeQ/s400/P6272822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept making us take frigging pictures of her bird feather skirt while she spins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGasGaErNEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Hkd8TjaBcQM/s1600-h/P6272830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217046444433421378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGasGaErNEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Hkd8TjaBcQM/s400/P6272830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anna banana and me spinning, haha! look at anna's face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we tried taking jumping shots. using timer some more leh! my camera rocks at this. i would count "3, 2, 1" and we'll jump together. there were so many pics with me nicely in a jump, and anna and audrey like dunno what happened to them. see la, don't want to trust me in counting down. there was one very nice one, but AUDREY'S SKIRT WAS BLOCKING ANNA'S FACE CAN! HAHAHAHAHA. OUR BEST PIC&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGa0IjHT-AI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pa4vrE6j57M/s1600-h/P6272845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055277313161218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGa0IjHT-AI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pa4vrE6j57M/s400/P6272845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nicenice?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then anna had to run off and we went to meet the rest for Hossan! audzo's momma came with us! Hossan kept singing love songs which annoyed me a little, haha, but his singing and all was good la. after the show, we went to eat at Gluttons Bay and we all still prefer Blk 85, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGa0IzSgopI/AAAAAAAAAic/5rPnxjlXEaU/s1600-h/P6272854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055281655095954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGa0IzSgopI/AAAAAAAAAic/5rPnxjlXEaU/s400/P6272854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I TOOK THIS PIC! cool right, i could fit everyone in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was supposed to go to Harry's to listen to live music and chill, but it was soooo crowded. then audrey's mum left and we went to starbucks instead. haha, i like it that audrey's mum came, she was so nice as to blanga us to food AND starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGa0JBQ_9FI/AAAAAAAAAik/6DrxNttXZ3U/s1600-h/P6272864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055285406856274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGa0JBQ_9FI/AAAAAAAAAik/6DrxNttXZ3U/s400/P6272864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candid picture, i swear. (we were purposely accidently pressing the shoot button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGa0JY6mYCI/AAAAAAAAAis/AsAHTsErAi0/s1600-h/P6272891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055291755356194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGa0JY6mYCI/AAAAAAAAAis/AsAHTsErAi0/s400/P6272891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; weelyn looks like she was trying to clear her snot/inner phlegm, HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cab fare was $26, so each of us pay $6.50 and that means i owe weelyn $3.50, eunice owes me $2.50 and audrey owes me $6.50. 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EXACTLY TWO MONTHS AGO AT THIS TIME, ON THE 28TH OF JUNE, MONDAY, 12.30AM, AUDREY AND I WERE CHATTING WITH MiG AT HARRY'S BAR AT THE ESPLANADE. oh man oh man oh man, i realised that i haven't blogged about it cus i was worried my sister would find out that we met MiG and i didn't want her to know cus i wanted to surprise her with that birthday wish video. so i shall be weird by posting what i should have posted two months ago, HAHA. but of course it wouldn't be so detailed la, it's a hell lot to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUTz6MN90I/AAAAAAAAAfM/HenPjSEm_x8/s1600-h/P4262459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUTz6MN90I/AAAAAAAAAfM/HenPjSEm_x8/s400/P4262459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216597525893347138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUEEN CREST.&lt;br /&gt;we had rushed from church the esplanade and we totally skipped dinner for the concert. and sitting beside audrey for We Will Rock You made it the best concert i've ever attended. we danced in our seats and sang along to the songs and even followed the Gaga kid's dance steps and all. and the Killer Queen for that day was Annie Crummer! she made our third time watching so much more exciting. she was so bi, i swear. she kissed the guy Yuppie and then the girl Yuppie and it's those kind of full on kiss (yet while dancing) kinda thing. "i like it both ways" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ending was sooo overwhelming, it was the ultimate hard core rocking and everyone was standing up and jumping and screaming and i was so out of breath after some time that i felt a little woozy and yet i couldn't stop screaming my guts out. it was simply PHENOMENAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we rushed to the stage door and waited for MiG. then after some time, policemen and security gaurds even came and stood by. when MiG finally came out, the crowd went berserk! snapshots everywhere, people pushing to get closer to him, people screaming over the already present noise to speak to each other. oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUT1MSATAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8bP1yyVY4hQ/s1600-h/P4262479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUT1MSATAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8bP1yyVY4hQ/s400/P4262479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216597547929324546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUT2XzrwiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/G5RyqNgllT8/s1600-h/P4262478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUT2XzrwiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/G5RyqNgllT8/s400/P4262478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216597568203244066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, my favourite pic of MiG is at his most unglam. with jo adding to the unglamness as well, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUT2vekflI/AAAAAAAAAfs/M8ik7ZODxfs/s1600-h/P4262476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUT2vekflI/AAAAAAAAAfs/M8ik7ZODxfs/s400/P4262476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216597574557138514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUT0_10tqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/cjcEi3GRBxE/s1600-h/img023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUT0_10tqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/cjcEi3GRBxE/s400/img023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216597544589899426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the back of the postcard thing which we made for him. this thing is evil. we spent the whole of the day before doing this and it made me run back and forth, to and fro my home and parkway to get it laminated, and caused me a lot of distress. and when we were at the stage door suffocating MiG, the security gaurds actually went like "5 more minutes!" and counted down to when MiG would have to go back backstage. then suddenly, time was up and he announced that he had to go and waved everyone goodbye. just then, i realised i was still holding on to the postcards! i was like OH MY GOSH! and eunice turned around, saw the bag in which the postcard was in and quickly took the bag and passed it to the security gaurd asking him to pass it to MiG cus MiG was already walking through the door. and during this, i was desperately trying to grab the bag back from her cus audrey's cds and stuff were in there and in the process of doing so, i accidently dropped my camera and scratched eunice. THERE WAS BLOOD. and like her SKIN was still under my fingernails. HAHA, NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO FASTFORARD THIS A LITTLE. then audrey screamed real loud, security gaurd stopped, MiG started walking back, audrey took out postcard and gave to MiG directly, MiG expressed his appreciation, did that french greeting kiss thing, people stared, and cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGU0Lk_717I/AAAAAAAAAgU/txrt8LK2ca0/s1600-h/P4262488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGU0Lk_717I/AAAAAAAAAgU/txrt8LK2ca0/s400/P4262488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216633116893632434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, playing with the lightstick, damn cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm not gonna be very detailed now la. so the rest left, and audrey and i decided to go look for food cus we didn't eat dinner. then just nice, gluttons bay was closing, so we decided to go to clark quay and on our way out of the esplanade area, we passed by the back entrance of the esplanade where harry's was also somewhere there and we stopped and looked in and looked at each other and looked in again and decided to go check out Harry's for the small chance that MiG might be there. so we were standing at the entrance of Harry's and were looking inside, paying more attention to the inner corners of Harry's and we saw no MiG. then i looked straight ahead and saw this man with a familiar cap and navy blue shirt and the next thing we knew, OMG THAT'S MiG! (audrey recognised him from his shoes -_-") we went in and chatted with him and took a polaroid at which he was still very intrigued by it, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUazoCRNcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GDyjsSe13dU/s1600-h/img025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUazoCRNcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GDyjsSe13dU/s400/img025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216605217601172930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left Harry's and continued on our way to clark quay singing Queen songs of course and while walking on that pretty bridge between esplanade and that small-ish melion spitting into the ocean, we heard some really funky music behind us and we turned around and saw a trishaw. and i can't believe we did this but we dance to the music from the trishaw while moving aside to let it pass at the same time. as it was passing us, the trishaw uncle actually offered us a ride. so nice right! i think we brought such joy and laughter to him by dancing to his music, hahaha. after all the "for free or not?" and (thinking to myself)"safe or not" we got on and he brought us around the area to see landmarks and all and treated us like real tourists and it was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUa0CO77yI/AAAAAAAAAf8/K3GRW44i3F8/s1600-h/P4272497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUa0CO77yI/AAAAAAAAAf8/K3GRW44i3F8/s400/P4272497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216605224633626402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUa0YBedfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/X7KatLJzdVQ/s1600-h/P4272499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUa0YBedfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/X7KatLJzdVQ/s400/P4272499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216605230482748914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUa0rhHpcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8Euk-2sYq_k/s1600-h/P4272500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUa0rhHpcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8Euk-2sYq_k/s400/P4272500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216605235715745218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to clark quay, almost everything was closed already but i really love the atmosphere there, it's really cool and uh...magical? hahaha, very nice la. then we had dinner there and cabbed home at 2.30am. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5msIUW50go&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5msIUW50go&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss We Will Rock You so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1620936819310604607?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1620936819310604607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1620936819310604607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1620936819310604607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1620936819310604607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/roll-dice.html' title='Life Has Just Begun'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGUTz6MN90I/AAAAAAAAAfM/HenPjSEm_x8/s72-c/P4262459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-195738282066460277</id><published>2008-06-24T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:14:00.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis The Time to Laugh Unamused</title><content type='html'>LOOK AT MY NEW SUITCASE! IT'S PINK AND COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGEYJDaQqhI/AAAAAAAAAec/G6r-EPNte-Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215476387285084690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGEYJDaQqhI/AAAAAAAAAec/G6r-EPNte-Y/s400/IMAGE_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK ON THAT, XIAXUE.&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaxue's one is funky shaped and possibly more expensive cus it's new and surely of lower quality. mine is samsonite okay, don't pray pray. got it (relatively) cheap cus citibank card holders got discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i hate the colour, haha! i don't like baby pink leh! but it's the nicest colour out of the rest. actually there was a red one as well la, which was the nicestnicest colour, and i think it would match with my DS really well, but it was expensive. and heavier. so i can bring less stuff to auzzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only bring 20KG worth of stuff leh! how am i going to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, mother has booked airline tickets liao.&lt;br /&gt;14th july.&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;9.05am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is going to send me off.&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and visa is still not settled yet.&lt;br /&gt;mother has told me that if the Auzzo High Com (just some idiots with authority) doesn't approve, i will have to stay in singapore and go to poly.&lt;br /&gt;okay, now is the time to go:&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm quite tired of being angry already. anyway my period is ending, which explains a lot. oh well, whatever goes.&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is kinda confusing. i never wanted to go to Australia. but after all the effort and trouble we've gone through to settle everything, i want it to work out. if not, all of it would have gone to waste. and i don't want to stay here and start poly next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not dwelve further into this. pray that everything would work out la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-195738282066460277?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/195738282066460277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=195738282066460277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/195738282066460277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/195738282066460277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/tis-time-to-laugh-namused.html' title='&apos;Tis The Time to Laugh Unamused'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SGEYJDaQqhI/AAAAAAAAAec/G6r-EPNte-Y/s72-c/IMAGE_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-4548515271155604024</id><published>2008-06-21T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:05:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oversleeping</title><content type='html'>(i did this post on saturday, but didn't complete it cus i was rushing off)&lt;br /&gt;oh maaan, i am so mad at myself! this morning, my mum woke me up to go for another pre-departure to australia seminar and i was actually looking forward to it, i don't know, it's always rather interesting, and they serve food too -bounces eyebrows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, but when i woke up, i was really sleepy and decided to go for ballet instead, cus it also meant that i could sleep for another half an hour. so i went back to sleep and thought i would be able to wake up by myself in half an hour but i overslept. when i woke up at 11am, it was too late to go for ballet already which was at 10.45. heh, i was kinda annoyed la, cus i really wanted to go for the seminar, and i didn't mind if i missed it for something else worthwhile la, like ballet, but then there i go and oversleep for the seminar AND ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what to do? i went back to sleep. and i also had something on at 2. so this time round, i thought that i would be able to wake up on time. but guess what! i didn't. hahahaha. i missed three appointments in one day leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder, like do people ever get angry at themselves for oversleeping? or am i just weird? HAHA. i don't know, in sec school, i allllllways get angry at myself for oversleeping. especially if i plan to take a short nap after school and then study/do homework but end up waking up at 10pm or something and have so little time to study/do homework. and the worst part is when i still feel tired after oversleeping -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha, i used to wish people didn't need to sleep.  or like, not get tired or something. (actually i still feel the same way now, haha) like there was always just so much things to do, study, prepare, whatever. and i always try to fight sleep and keep on going just to complete all that i want to do and it's so irritating when i start feeling extremely sleepy or even know that i won't be having enough sleep and it will be damn hard to wake up the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, i always get so annoyed with people when they oversleep when i'm supposed to meet them, especially if it's just gonna be the two of us. like i will reach the place and when i call the person, she'll say that she just woke up. i guess oversleeping is okay la, cus you can't really help it, but it is just very annoying cus i'd have to wait so long for the person! and oversleeping is really not okay when like you know the time and yet continue hitting the snooze button or something. i think the worst is if the person is like dily dallying at home or something, while i am waiting for her at the shopping mall. for example once i was supposed to meet billy bob but he was really late cus he was at home playing &lt;strong&gt;video games&lt;/strong&gt;. it really happened to me once okay! i was pretty pissed off. and usually if a big group of us are meeting, it doesn't matter if you come really late or anything la, but i hate it if i'm the first one there and evvvvveryyyyy one else is late! waaaah, that one is super annoying. okay, don't think i am being such a punctuality bitch and a hypocrite cus i also come late in meeting people quite often, but i am usually, USUALLY, not more than fifteen minutes late, and i really think the max anyone should be late is half an hour, if it's like just gonna be the two of us la. like if you're fifteen minutes late, i totally don't mind, i can easily occupy myself by shopping first, but if you're like an hour or two late ah, i'd probably be able to finish shopping through the whole mall before you even come.&lt;/p&gt;the ultimate worst of worst is like say when i reach the place right, or almost there already, and i get a call from you telling me that you're too tired to get out of bed and don't want to come anymore. this would be the perfect excuse to start stabbing myself, i swear. i seriously don't think i need to justify myself on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am done ranting. thank you for skipping everything and just reading the last sentence, HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4548515271155604024?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4548515271155604024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4548515271155604024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4548515271155604024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4548515271155604024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/oversleeping.html' title='oversleeping'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4958898679863032678</id><published>2008-06-20T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:30:55.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pata pata pata PON!</title><content type='html'>recess bunch outing on wednesday! wasn't so recess bunchy anymore cus clarissa and ethel weren't there, but we understand -nods- so on tuesday night, we came online and chatted and time passed damn quickly until i realised it was 5am and only audrey and i were left. it was until 6.30 when i decided to go off cus i was afraid that my dad/maid/grandmother would wake up (there's something wrong with them, they are such morning people) and along comes the standard line "eh! you never sleep ah. you're so weird, why can't you wake up earlier instead of sleeping later, blahblahblah." then audrey went "why don't you use your phone?" so i went to my room, saw that my grandmother was already awake but using the toilet, so i quickly rushed into bed and pretended that i had been there all the while and waaaaaah, lied in bed chatting to her was damn shiok, wanted to fall asleep already. but audrey kept asking me to go to links then so pek chek to surf the internet and msn at the same time on my phone la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey was damn worried she might fall asleep during the movie later with the recess bunch so she suggested going to starbucks to sleep. the thing is that if she sleeps at home, she's sure to oversleep. so she said she wanted to 'dig' her videos first then go bathe and we meet in the bus, don't ask me how to 'dig' videos cus i have no idea what the hell she was talking about. so i told her to wake me up after she finished bathing. that was 8am then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10.30, i woke up surprised that i woke up by myself and that audrey still has not called me and i told her online that for some reason i just woke up and asked her what she was doing and why she never call me. i thought she probably didn't want to go to starbucks alr ok! then she said that she was waiting for me to wake up. wthhh. haha, and i didn't believe her, i thought she just got carried away 'digging' her videos and she didn't want to admit it, haha. turns out she didn't get my msg about me telling her to wake me up when she was done bathing. -_-" somemore i put the ringtone as Bicycle Race and increased the volume to the max so that when she calls, it'll be like, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BICYCLEE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i love my ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAY, so faster chiiiiiiiiiioongggg! to town, then in the end she didn't want to sleep -_-" went shopping for her sports BRA. met the rest later and went to watch Narnia. i thought it was so much cornier and anti-climatic and poser-harry potter and lord of the rings-wannabe-ish. and that kiss at the end was so lame! no static one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to HARD ROCK CAFE. yay hay, the average price for a dish there was about 20-30 bucks and we were all "wthhhhh", but we got two combo dishes and we only had to pay $12 each! ate it the RECESS BUNCH WAY and we were all stuffed full with slightly extra food to spare. took a polaroid! i love the place, it's really pretty with guitars everywhere, even the door handles were in the shape of guitars. and above the front doors there's a big pretty sign saying HARD ROCK CAFE and above that is a purple car with burning flames painted at the front, woah hoa. the lady who took the polaroid for us had really bad centralising and shaky hands. i have no idea how she did it, i never took a shaky polaroid in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFtEuezo-sI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DBeQSEnLKqQ/s1600-h/img039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213836558945811138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFtEuezo-sI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DBeQSEnLKqQ/s400/img039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, it's artistic la hor, &lt;em&gt;artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to becky's house afterwards to do qianny's surprise. called qian at 12am and pretended that we were all in a conference call. but becky's house's clock was 5 minutes fast, so dumb la, we called qian too early, but hopefully that meant we were the first to wish her? hahaha! caught Ellen at 3am and i fell asleep halfway, haha. first time falling asleep the earliest okay! in fact, first time not falling asleep the lastest! (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, becky and i made our way to TP's field to find the touch rug team not there! but i could soo recognise qian's bag, that white THING with leopard prints and brown straps and bright pink strings, haha! put our stuff down first and went to find something to eat. the touch rug team got back before we did and were already moving towards the field. then we spotted qian! we took our poster and called out to her. i think our poster was so nice ok, we flashed qian the side which said "HAP BIRT QIAN" and we could tell that she was all "oh my goshhh!" and she was covering her face as she walked back. then we flashed her the side which said "WHY SO SLOW FATTY?" HAHA.  anyway i thought she was covering her face cus we embarassed her by surprising her in front of her team, but that wasn't the reason. HAHA, qian i can't believe you cried!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that the Australian Branch did their part too, haha! qian told us that chrys called at 12 and she wanted to cry. hahaha, qian you're such a crybaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qian was contemplating leaving camp and going out with us, haha, but after some time she decided to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qian: i think i will stay la.&lt;br /&gt;me: TSK. you got no guts.&lt;br /&gt;qian: i got guts to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, k la, qian has guts. we love you qian and your warped braces smile. you--&gt;  f:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg, becky has a really. really. really. nice. skirt! and i want one just like it! it's the perfect shade of peachy pink ever, and usually i hate baby pink or baby blue or any pastel colour for that matter, but this shade is soo nice! and it's been in fashion in singapore for like the past don't know how many years and i can safely bet that almost 50% of the girls our age in singapore have at least one of those skirts but they're all in really ugly colours and this peachy pink one just came out and i love it! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;that was really hilarious, i really wonder what skirt you thought i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;BUT SERIOUSLY IT'S VERY NICE OK. i really wanna buy one, like i can wear it in aussie and no one will know right! i bet people will probably give compliments on the skirt too okay! HAHAHAHA. i really really like it! it's so cute, i swear. so so so so cute. people say it's poser-VJC but it's not! VJ is more brownish/khaki-ish. this is the PERFECT shade of peachy pink, it wouldn't look nice with anymore pink or peach. and especially brown. i'm so gonna get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4958898679863032678?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4958898679863032678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4958898679863032678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4958898679863032678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4958898679863032678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/pata-pata-pata-pon.html' title='pata pata pata PON!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFtEuezo-sI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DBeQSEnLKqQ/s72-c/img039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-5707680505348617148</id><published>2008-06-17T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:44:44.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know Your Inner Self?</title><content type='html'>omg, i just wanna show you a picture i took, for real this time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFbADyKIYRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cPtbR6pzSGw/s1600-h/IMAGE_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFbADyKIYRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cPtbR6pzSGw/s400/IMAGE_018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212564789964333330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, isn't it the best picture you've ever seen in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? no?! okok, fine, i admit it's not the best picture on earth but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFbAECyCXkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Fsl1UkeWZWs/s1600-h/Picture+0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFbAECyCXkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Fsl1UkeWZWs/s400/Picture+0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212564794426678850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i can't believe i let myself follow becks to funan to express her inner noobosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5707680505348617148?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5707680505348617148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5707680505348617148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5707680505348617148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5707680505348617148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-know-your-inner-self.html' title='Do You Know Your Inner Self?'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFbADyKIYRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cPtbR6pzSGw/s72-c/IMAGE_018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-7237389395572796966</id><published>2008-06-17T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:59:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weelyn is Not That Tall</title><content type='html'>and now she can't reply "at least taller than you right!" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;front  style="font-size:10px;"&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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I GREW TALLERRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec two, i was 152cm.&lt;br /&gt;sec three, i was still 152 cm.&lt;br /&gt;sec four, i was 153cm. but only cus Cheong added an extra cm to piss audrey off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;FIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results after the commercial break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*advertorial*&lt;br /&gt;"darling, where's the 'tee lam'?"&lt;br /&gt;*end of advertorial*&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA, LAME LA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOURRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! and when i found out, i msged audrey and becky cus they &lt;strike&gt;are&lt;/strike&gt; were my fellow shortie hotties. HAHA. aiya, actually i'm not that tall laaa, just tallER. but my mum gave me some hope today, she told me that when she was 16, she was 155 and when by 18, she shot up to 167. actually i don't really believe her la, after the cheesecake incident, i dunno what to believe already, haha. if you're lost, the cheesecake incident was when she told me "dad says that your cheesecake was the best he ever had!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i am now the same height as weelyn, which explains my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why the sudden discovery of my height? cus i went to Raffles Hospital for a medical checkup today to get my student visa for aussie. it was those kind of high tech height and weight measuring things so the results should be accurate okay! don't pray pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was so exciting! i've never taken a blood test before! but omg, i really can't stand the nurses in that department, they all talked to me like i was a kid. ok, it was comforting to some extent, but after a while, it got kinda annoying.&lt;br /&gt;"okay, i'm gonna poke the needle in now okay? if you're afraid you can look away" siao, i really wanted to see the thing! then she told me again that i could look away -_-"  i was kinda afraid la, cus when clarissa took hers, she kept complaining she was so weak and light headed and the thing was damn painful that when i touch her arm, she would curl up in pain, HAHA. but i think it was a lot better than an injection, like those primary 6 kind. that one can like feel the thing slushing into your arm and your veins are gonna pop or something. it was good la, it was good. the only pain i really felt was when i was pulling out the plaster. freaking plaster damn sticky ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall go imagine myself being 165cm tall. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-7237389395572796966?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/7237389395572796966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=7237389395572796966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7237389395572796966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7237389395572796966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/weelyn-is-not-that-tall.html' title='Weelyn is Not That Tall'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4643330932151486728</id><published>2008-06-15T03:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T03:53:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit Down and Cry</title><content type='html'>met be&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt; today! went polaroid film hunting. you know how i said i had direct bus to Little India and wanted to try taking it? i wasn't joking okay! i took it to Little India today and it was super fast! missed my stop cus i saw like this mrt station but i didn't know what station it was, and because i didn't see a lot of indians around, i was like, aiya, shouldn't be Little India la. HAHAHA. then as the bus kept going, i got more and more worried cus i was going into Newton area already la! so i got down and took a bus back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, so met be&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt; and went to mustafa. POLAROID FILM SOLD OUT. then went to penin plaza, POLAROID FILM DAMN E&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt;. what used to be $42 is now $56. SIAO. considered sitting down and start crying. HAHA. so be&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt; and i went to TCC so sit down and &lt;strike&gt;cry&lt;/strike&gt; drink coffee and ponder over our polaroid film crisis. she ended up playing Cooking Mama and i played with my new phone -_-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaC9u3a2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Cq38RTpqOMY/s1600-h/IMAGE_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaC9u3a2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Cq38RTpqOMY/s400/IMAGE_006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211819307007699810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaDEqF5qI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NHkoCZJvzqg/s1600-h/IMAGE_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaDEqF5qI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NHkoCZJvzqg/s400/IMAGE_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211819308866725538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when be&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt; and i were done, we went to Marina Square, decided to watch a movie but they were only showing 5 movies and everything e&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt;cept The Happening was selling fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to buy a bag of chips and some drinks and picnic-ed at the esplanade! over marina bay, they were preparing for national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some polaroids! it's so pretty, the sun was setting behind the esplanade and be&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt;'s one was very candid. I TOOK IT! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQc6MF0hJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HtnIz6rOHaY/s1600-h/img034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQc6MF0hJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HtnIz6rOHaY/s400/img034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211822454778135698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQg_Pcx6yI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QqZgL_PGLXk/s1600-h/img035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQg_Pcx6yI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QqZgL_PGLXk/s400/img035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211826939625597730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quite like the camera on my new phone, it's the best camera i had IN A PHONE. (which is not much cus this is only my second camera phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQc7ipmbGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kD_Rq-65SgA/s1600-h/IMAGE_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQc7ipmbGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kD_Rq-65SgA/s400/IMAGE_010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211822478013656162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQc8F5Lx1I/AAAAAAAAAds/NQQMcJSh_W4/s1600-h/IMAGE_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQc8F5Lx1I/AAAAAAAAAds/NQQMcJSh_W4/s400/IMAGE_011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211822487474259794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQc8whPAhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/abIsP01C-Zg/s1600-h/IMAGE_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQc8whPAhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/abIsP01C-Zg/s400/IMAGE_012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211822498916532754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad right! for a camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;look! i took the rest of these pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaDS2EC7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/oO_vJ2AGm24/s1600-h/Album+Sample_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaDS2EC7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/oO_vJ2AGm24/s400/Album+Sample_08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211819312675031986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaEk4gCJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iNwEbDvLXjQ/s1600-h/Album+Sample_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaEk4gCJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iNwEbDvLXjQ/s400/Album+Sample_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211819334696962194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOOK THIS ONE AS WELL. &lt;u&gt;TODAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW GOOD MY CAM IS. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaDyV0AEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jAbCGrhfe3U/s1600-h/Album+Sample_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaDyV0AEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jAbCGrhfe3U/s400/Album+Sample_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211819321129697346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, LUCY has been renamed to CHRYSTAL. HAHAHA. special request. cus DIAMOND-CRYSTAL, CRYSTAL-CHRYSTAL. somewhat name family. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't this post really se&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt;y? -tiko smile-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4643330932151486728?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4643330932151486728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4643330932151486728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4643330932151486728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4643330932151486728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/sit-down-and-cry.html' title='Sit Down and Cry'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SFQaC9u3a2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Cq38RTpqOMY/s72-c/IMAGE_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-4310152365312600003</id><published>2008-06-14T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T05:02:59.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings!</title><content type='html'>HELLO FROM THE DIAMOND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I am currently blogging with my new handphone and I look really cool doing this but it is rather weird to type like on a normal phone but actually on a touch pad. plus I have long nails so it just goes tock tock tock. k la, cool la cool la, even the tocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something. something is missing and that is A NAME! hahaha. and I know exactly what to name it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IN LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS. HAHA! except that this is more of Lucy in the Sky And IS a Diamod. HAHA. HAHA. HA. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogay, nighto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4310152365312600003?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4310152365312600003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4310152365312600003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4310152365312600003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4310152365312600003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/greetings.html' title='greetings!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4622043449628747337</id><published>2008-06-13T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:47:25.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not That Easily Led</title><content type='html'>Hoeeee. Myyyyyy. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;My father bought my sister and i a HTC Touch Diamond EACH. (HTC is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; Hitachi btw, HAHA) omg, he doesn't read my blog does he?! hahaha. not possible. okay, maaaaybe i feel a little bad getting mad at him for mixing up my birthdate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. No. No. No. No. I. Do. Not. Get. Bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like who said i wanted it anyway. i think he could have asked us first. and okay, i am glad to get a new phone, but i really don't think this was neccessary. i was looking at the HTC Touch and was considering that one. and if money wasn't an issue, i probably would get the LG Viewty, but was still most likely gonna get the HTC Touch cus it was cheaper (like by $200?!) and probably has better quality. i didn't even consider the Diamond, i didn't even know it was out yet! i didn't even know it EXISTED! the HTC Diamond was soo not neccesscary, i could have easily settled with the Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTC Diamond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAWMa1JorNE&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAWMa1JorNE&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, it is very scary. it could very well be demonic or something, look at that *BUU SHWING!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKAAAY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4622043449628747337?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4622043449628747337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4622043449628747337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4622043449628747337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4622043449628747337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-that-easily-led.html' title='I&apos;m Not That Easily Led'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-6411214815299831323</id><published>2008-06-12T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:23:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 sugar rolls and i feel like vomiting</title><content type='html'>need to find an urn, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i had a rough day. and i really try not to blog when i'm in a bad mood, but i buay tahan liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you actually want to know why i'm so crabby? no. no, you don't. like i always go "you wouldn't want to know". but this time, i don't care, i'm going to bomb it on you. Because you &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate australia. yes, i &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; australia and their bloody student visa and over the top immigration rules and i do not want to go to that anal retentive hell hole. i may be really free nowadays, but i am definitely NOT care free. i've worried and stressed over this shit for a really long time, so many wasted trips and missed calls sent to people who don't even bother picking their phones up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, to apply for my visa, i've got to apply for two COE codes first, the first is for my foundation year, the second is for the rest of my course. so well, once i've had the two COEs, i've got to do an online application for the visa. but after filling in all my details and all (which is a hell lot to fill in btw), and after inserting my COE codes, they tell me that i cannot proceed to the next step cus my COE codes are invalid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's this company, which is called IDP, which is paid to help people switch to studying in australia and settle accomodation and all that. yeah, so we got them to help us, and an agent is appointed to each student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my agent called up the university and got me a new COE code, but only the second one is new cus he thinks that the problem lies with that one. so with the new COEs, i tried the application again, but again, they still told me that the COE codes were invalid. so i got back to my agent and he told me to send an email to the visa people telling them about the problem. and i did, and like two weeks later, i still didn't get a reply yet, and i was worried and annoyed and all and i checked my sent mailbox and realised that the email didn't even get sent, i have no idea why. and i spent a pretty long time drafting out a good email to them somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sent them another email and made sure that one got through, then two days later they replied with a generic email which didn't help at all. i was pretty fed up so i just forwarded the reply to my agent thinking that he would know what to do. but he didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days later, my agent called me and told me he realised that when i applied for my COE codes (note, not visa, COE codes), my birhtdate was stated 2nd october. which is why they were invalid. and he made it seem as though it was my fault cus he assumed i was the one who filled the COE application. all i could say was "heh, i didn't realise it too" but i was really really mad cus i know that i wasn't the one who applied for the COE codes, it was my dad. like hell, i'm sure i would jolly well know what my own birthdate is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my agent got me a new COE code to replace the first one (the second one has the correct birthdate cus he already replaced it before). so now the two COEs should be valid right? but when i tried doing the online application for the visa for the hundredth time, they still told me the codes were invalid. and when i told my agent this, all he could say was "sure or not!" so, i went down to IDP to do the application in front of him even though i know the COE codes were invalid. and dengdengdeng! the COE codes were indeed invalid. so my agent called up the visa people on the spot and they basically couldn't help and he told me to go home and send another email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and sent another email with my COE forms scanned in and all, this time i got a proper reply saying that on the forms, my birthdate was 2nd october, although when i look at the thing, it clearly says 1st. so yes, this whole resentment against my dad and him mixing up my birthdate arose again. like &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; am the only one born on the 1st, brother and sister - 2nd. middle kid-1st, everyone else-2nd. is that so hard to remember? and if he hadn't mixed up our birthdate, everything would be fine and dandy ages ago. and until now, he doesn't even know he messed up the applications real bad, i don't see why i should bother telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i forwarded the reply to my agent and i haven't heard from him since. and this was about a week ago. this is so annoying cus my agent is so hard to contact. he never picks up his phone and whenever i leave a voicemail, he never calls back either. and whenever i go down personally, their office is soooo chaotic, the phones are ringing all the time and there are so many people coming to look for agents, it actually reminds me of the school's staffroom, and nobody seems to be able to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother has taken things into her own hands and has been asking me to fill weird and extremely elaborated forms out and today we went to the Australia High Commission and my mum says that things are rather settled. and even though things are settled, i would still like to say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6411214815299831323?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6411214815299831323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6411214815299831323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6411214815299831323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6411214815299831323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-sugar-rolls-and-i-feel-like-vomiting.html' title='3 sugar rolls and i feel like vomiting'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3628087489559665524</id><published>2008-06-10T00:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:48:12.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going Down Down Down</title><content type='html'>omg, these days have been a blast! until my parents came back from Malaysia that is. actually i don't mind them being around, it's my brother that i'm glad to get rid off. and it's so so soooo peaceful without them, super damn quiet. i like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so on saturday, qian came over to make *DENGDENGDENG* BANANA ICE CREEEEEEEEEAAAMMM! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hcrg1YDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rSE_SmmjZJs/s1600-h/P6062741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hcrg1YDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rSE_SmmjZJs/s400/P6062741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209927489282203698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our squished bananas.&lt;br /&gt;we left them out for quite a while and they got oxidised and turned black! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1ewiwhJqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9tFme9-SyFs/s1600-h/P6062749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1ewiwhJqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9tFme9-SyFs/s400/P6062749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209924531994568354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while cooking the cream which contained like a hell lot of egg yolk, we realised that the thing was starting to get little lumps in it. i think the yolk kena cooked la, haha, became omelette liao. had to strain the thing to get the lumps out.&lt;br /&gt;when we were done with the cream, we had to put it in the freezer and wait for it to cool before putting it into the ice cream maker. while waiting, we sat around and chit chatted and we suddenly decided to make cocktailsssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hdc6YxVI/AAAAAAAAAbc/oxJcFLf3EvA/s1600-h/P6062748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hdc6YxVI/AAAAAAAAAbc/oxJcFLf3EvA/s400/P6062748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209927502542718290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hdxv3jXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/khAYa7su9jw/s1600-h/P6062755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hdxv3jXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/khAYa7su9jw/s400/P6062755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209927508135742834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and when it was done we took a spoon and scraped the machine clean. yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hebfqE0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/nymZhmfCHqU/s1600-h/P6062757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hebfqE0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/nymZhmfCHqU/s400/P6062757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209927519342039874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hfC3wMiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/eEnpfEjMzK8/s1600-h/P6062759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hfC3wMiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/eEnpfEjMzK8/s400/P6062759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209927529912087074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we sat around, watched DOA, The Others (again, haha) and Narnia. halfway through Narnia, qian had to leave for her granno's already.&lt;br /&gt;DOA is like super cool la, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenthenthen SUNDAY. the last night without the parents and brother around. so i had a party! btw, when i told the bandits that my parents weren't home and invited them for a party, some replied stuff like "wah max! rebel ah!" and "is it gonna be illegal?" HAHA, when i said that my parents weren't home, it meant that we can make as much noise as we like and have a proper party. yeah i was aware that my sister was gonna be home but she sleeps rather late and i didn't expect people to stayover. and yes, my mum does know about the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway anyway, before the thing, met audrey at videoezy and we decided to get dumb kid flicks like SLEEPOVER and ICE PRINCESS. HAHAHAHA. ok, i quite like ice princess cus of the ice skating la, but Sleepover is just dumb. it's about 14 year olds! ahahahaha! then went over to my place and the rest were surprisingly on time. jo, i have to say something. the garlic butter on the garlic bread was not made by me. HAHAHAHAHA. sorry for cheating your feelings, my mum made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered pizza and then brought out the drinks. cocktails were inspired by my impromtu cocktails i made the day before. and the mocktails i'd drink in Club Med, just with added booze, haha. jo was hilarious, she only wanted the apple juice, HAHA. and eunice was like, put more leh! wow, damn adventurous la! and then she ended up really hot and really red.&lt;br /&gt;our drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1rRZfZ6vI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UYD-YdEj9kU/s1600-h/DSC04174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1rRZfZ6vI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UYD-YdEj9kU/s400/DSC04174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209938290582088434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Hot Eunice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1rR5guuCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZNyFkbLaVlA/s1600-h/DSC04180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1rR5guuCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZNyFkbLaVlA/s400/DSC04180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209938299177580578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about 5 minutes of watching Sleepover, i realised i was feeling a little dizzy. so i stopped drinking and downed two slices of pizza after which i wasn't dizzy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cotton pads (the kind for removing nail polish) on audrey's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1rSJAQolI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Zevz1ftg5aQ/s1600-h/DSC04186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1rSJAQolI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Zevz1ftg5aQ/s400/DSC04186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209938303336358482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hilarious, cus eunice said something funny, and we all started rolling with laughter and audrey rolled forward and we all saw the cotton pad on her ass and started laughing even harder.&lt;br /&gt;audrey: -obliviously laughing like mad-&lt;br /&gt;me:HAHAHAHAHA. -takes off cotton pads from audrey's butt (i am fully aware how sick this sounds, HAHA)-&lt;br /&gt;audrey: -still laughing like mad-&lt;br /&gt;farah: -about to take a picture- eh why you take out!&lt;br /&gt;audrey: -still laughing like mad-&lt;br /&gt;me: OH, HAHA, WHOOPS. -puts back cotton pads on audrey's butt-&lt;br /&gt;audrey: -still laughing like mad-&lt;br /&gt;farah: -takes picture- *SNAP*&lt;br /&gt;me: -laughing damn hard-&lt;br /&gt;audrey: -stops laughing- why you laughing so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice was like really STONED! i swear, she was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;eunice:-mumbles-&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;eunice: -looked STRIAGHT into my eyes- your mother like fish ah?&lt;br /&gt;then we all burst into laughter, oh my goodness la! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice please don't drink ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice: michelle branch is my sisterrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think the rest of us got drunk la, it wasn't even a lot of alcohol! we just got reallyreally high, haha!&lt;br /&gt;some pictures which audrey took came out reeeeeeeally blur la! maaaybe she was drunk. either that or her phototaking skills just plain sucks. both options are equally just as good, HAHA.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1307EX_JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0vHWRTRSGN0/s1600-h/DSC04190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1307EX_JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0vHWRTRSGN0/s400/DSC04190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209952095030475922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1309PKk-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/y6n7eBPLJHY/s1600-h/DSC04210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1309PKk-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/y6n7eBPLJHY/s400/DSC04210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209952095612605410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE131dsoYLI/AAAAAAAAAck/RYMHz7tso2k/s1600-h/DSC04219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE131dsoYLI/AAAAAAAAAck/RYMHz7tso2k/s400/DSC04219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209952104326127794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo and farah left (kinda) early and eunice left later by herself cus i convinced audrey and weelyn to stay over.&lt;br /&gt;-flagging down a cab-&lt;br /&gt;me: oh man, do you remember where you live?&lt;br /&gt;eunice: ya i remember! -insert address here-&lt;br /&gt;me: oh okkkk good.&lt;br /&gt;then we said bye to her and all and she got into the cab and she just kept on waving bye to us that she forgot to tell the uncle what her address was! HAHAHAHA. could see the uncle asking her and all. eunice ah euniceeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after they all left, things were pretty much toned down. that is until weelyn starting screaming cus of my cat. and omg, it wasn't like just one scream ok! it was like "AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!" and it just kept going and going. HAHAHAHAHA, HILARIOUS. and today during dinner, my mum was telling me "i heard that ya'll made a lot of noise in the middle of the night. some of the neighbours complained to the security gaurd and all.&lt;br /&gt;haha, just kidding!"&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaah, got really worried for a second. but my sister did wake up and sent me an sms saying "it's 4.15 am! stop screaming!" sorryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i FINALLY watched Enchanted! watched until we fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3628087489559665524?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3628087489559665524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3628087489559665524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3628087489559665524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3628087489559665524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-going-down-down-down.html' title='We&apos;re Going Down Down Down'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SE1hcrg1YDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rSE_SmmjZJs/s72-c/P6062741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-6290659452209289524</id><published>2008-06-07T02:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:34:14.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>virginist mahjong marathon!</title><content type='html'>righto, brandits +huang chi were supposed to have a mahjong sleepover and mahjong the whole night! but cause of audrey liaw and her great planning, she wanted to add a million and one things to do at the marathon. this was her plan.&lt;br /&gt;1.Eat at Astons at 7&lt;br /&gt;2.Chill at Harry's until 12 plus&lt;br /&gt;3.Go to huang chi's house&lt;br /&gt;(the following were supposed to be done simultaneously)&lt;br /&gt;4.Mahjonggg!&lt;br /&gt;5.Watch Juno&lt;br /&gt;6.Do Manicure&lt;br /&gt;7.Bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAOOO. somemore some of them had tests at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i made a baaaaaaaaad mistake by sleeping at 4.30am on thursday morning and i had to get up at 8.30 too! then had work from 12.30 to 5 and from the moment i woke up till the time i went home after work, my eyes were feeling all dry and uncomfortable. bathed, grabbed Gigi and left for Asssstonssss! oh, and i cut my fringe! and it's just a normal side swept finge but i realised that i can turn it into bangs, so i met up with the rest like that, with bangs. and they were like oh my goshhhhhhhhhh! haha, i don't think i will be keeping the bangs though, my forehead like got no ventilation can! HAHAHA. and my sister and mother don't like it. but it think they are hilarious, i shall wear them down on my act-cute days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed to Ice Cream Chefs! got new chopchop and i am now a Senior Waitress, HAHA. it's so amusing. then we left for HC's house. the bus was taking a really long time to come and eunice was ALREADY rather tired and she said that we should take cab. then we were rather lazy to flag one down and audrey said that there won't be any cabs. so weelyn got up and walked onto the road, you know that yellow box indicating the bus stand? yeah, she walked across the thing to the car lanes and looked out for cabs. then we kept saying that cabs won't stop for her cus they can't see her, hahaha! then i said that the moment a cab stops would be when he realised he banged into something (which is weelyn), hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at HC's house, we sat around waiting for her father to finish his own mahjong session with his friends. some of us started taking maid agency pictures, hahaha! i have no idea how it started.&lt;br /&gt;audrey looks like China maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmUN3PHbuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Fy_hiCY_wnM/s1600-h/DSC04118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmUN3PHbuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Fy_hiCY_wnM/s400/DSC04118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208857409917251298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice is DAMN pro la! she looked like a Indon maid i once had! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmUN3PHbvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0M_sUqNhKhk/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmUN3PHbvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0M_sUqNhKhk/s400/DSC04112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208857409917251314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried too! i ended up looking like a kid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmUOHPHbwI/AAAAAAAAAac/EFuw09yxIo8/s1600-h/DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmUOHPHbwI/AAAAAAAAAac/EFuw09yxIo8/s400/DSC04125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208857414212218626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then HC, jenny and farah got hooked on this taiwanese drama which jo intro-ed. (in the end, jo also had to leave even before we got to mahj. D:) and Gigi was showing the rest of us some youtube videos. we were like watching mrt sleepers and nose diggers, DAMN HILARIOUS, got one damn HARDCORE la! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we could play mahjong already, the rest were too engrosses in the show so audrey, eunice, weelyn and i went down to play. i think by that time it was about 2am already. so we played until 3. we only managed to play four rounds, audrey was being anal by taking so long for her turns la! and getting people to take tiles for her and put it in her pile and throw out other tiles. and i didn't win any roundsss, my mahjong not so good liao. there was even one point of time when i realised i only at 10 tiles, HAHAHA. shitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched Junooooooo! such a cool show. "do me a solid." HAHA. the rest fell asleep on HC's bigbig couch while watching the deleted scenes and only audrey and i were left awake. OMG, I NEED TO SAY THAT WEELYN SNORES REALLY LOUDLY. HAHAHAHA! DAMN FUNNY. anyway, then we put on Amelie. cute show. just not for sleepovers. somemore it was in french, and my eyesight was like already fuzzy by then, so i had to strain my eyes to read the subtitles. then we gave up. HAHA. we went upstairs to HC's room for aircon and at 8.30am, we went to wake up the rest downstairs cus farah and audrey were supposed to go to The Heeren to cut hair at 10am. (PARTY POOPERSS!!!) they all finally woke up and went upstairs and audrey and i went to sleep on the couch, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a picture of the rest all huddled together on the couch sleeping but i haven't gotten it yet so i'll put a pic of audrey and i sleeping on the couch, haha! we are so much better to look at anywayyyy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmYnXPHbxI/AAAAAAAAAak/TCHumrROWH0/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmYnXPHbxI/AAAAAAAAAak/TCHumrROWH0/s400/s320x240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208862246050426642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it's just me, audrey looks constipated, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we overslept! the rest didn't even wake us up. and at 11plus (isit? can't remember) we woke up and went upstairs to find them still not bathed yet and all! and eunice had to postpone their haircut appointment to 12.45. so i continued to sleep upstairs, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, only eunice farah audrey and i headed to town and we were pretty tired, groggily walking around and to add on to that, i had to piggyback Gigi around. Gigi, although you are really slim and rather light compared to your friends, you made my shoulders ache really badly. so you're grounded until my shoulders stop aching. sorry Gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the highlight of our day was that at far east, eunice and i found a hambuger phone! and there was a coke can and a coke cup with straw and a coke bottle too. damnnn cute! considering getting the cup with straw one, sosososo cool. but i don't have a phone in my room and i'm not sure whether my aussie roomie would want a coke cup phone. see how see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, for this mahjong marathon, it was farah's virgin sleepover, and farah had her virgin acoholic drink (jolly shandy, HAHAHA), and Gigi had her virgin wireless surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, my parent's and bro arn't in singapore! shall we have a HOUSE PARTAAAAY!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6290659452209289524?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6290659452209289524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6290659452209289524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6290659452209289524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6290659452209289524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/virginist-mahjong-marathon.html' title='virginist mahjong marathon!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SEmUN3PHbuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Fy_hiCY_wnM/s72-c/DSC04118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-6490786594507569401</id><published>2008-06-01T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T03:47:22.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot toe picker</title><content type='html'>I'M DONE WITH DINER DASH. another lame ending. but a hell lot more satisfying. i got to grow four arms and become some goddess. look a bit like &lt;strike&gt;weelyn&lt;/strike&gt; indian though. hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I MADE NUTELLA CHEESECAKE. HAHA, and i brought it to work and gave my bosses a slice to try. at first i didn't want to tell then what it was, i just said "i made a cheesecake, you want to try?" then June kept saying it looks like it has mocha. then they tasted and june was still all like, "ya, there's mocha in it right?" and i was a bit -_-" and told her it's nutella. then for a while they just savoured it/tried to surpress their urge to vomit. HAHA, yeah so i asked them how was it and told them they that didn't have to be honest, hahaha. "it's good it's good." -june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went home, i asked my mum whether she tried the cheesecake and she said it was really good and that my dad said that it was the best cheesecake he ate. i love my parents. they are so supporting. even to the extent of lying. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, this was the first cheesecake i made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the story of Maxine Ngooi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh, i am currently in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer's Dreaming with a Broken Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqIVH7q9sKo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqIVH7q9sKo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first heard it, i didn't really like it. then a few months later i was listening to it again and like, really listened to it. like tried to make out the lyrics and all and i realised that this is actually a really nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guitar solo is pretty cool, though i wish he would drama it up a bit more, MiG-style. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6490786594507569401?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6490786594507569401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6490786594507569401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6490786594507569401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6490786594507569401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-toe-picker.html' title='hot toe picker'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-1970371197302852107</id><published>2008-05-30T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:13:27.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smellful day</title><content type='html'>HAHA, I HAVE FINISHED THE LEMONY SNICKETS GAME AT 4.45AM. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH AH, THE ENDING WAS EXTREMELY LAME! i expected at least a congratulations-you-have-saved-the-children-from-the-evil-that-is-count-olaf or something, but instead, i got a the-children-will-now-go-on-to-their-next-gaurdian-and-encounter-many-more-miseries-to-come. how satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ok la, IT WAS VERY FUN. and rather challenging, but it's the do-able, curse-occasionally kind of challenging. HAHA. okay, i admit that i read up on cheats. ONCE. ONCE and only ONCE. i was really stuck. almost wanted to give up on the game already. so i went to read up and i was actually supposed to shoot apple cores at some snake statues' eye with my apple core blaster. LIKE HOW SHOULD I KNOW RIGHT! i'm not so sadistic as to try shooting apple cores at the stupid snake statues' eyes. but i guess people like rebecca are la, cus she told me she didn't read up cheats when she played the game. haaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it feels really good to finish games. i think i shall go finish diner dash. i actually stopped playing it cus i was reaching the end and i didn't want it to end, HAHA. but i realised that i can just go and play the thing again. hahaha. oh my (oh my, do i see a little silhouetto of a... spy?), i hope i have not lost touch with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, does anyone want black Cotton On shorts? size 6. it was on sale, usual price - $19.95, discount - 2 for $20. HAHA, YA, the second piece is 5 cents la! HAHAHA, well i'd be really dumb as to get only one, so i got two and then see who i can give one to. and if you're feeling nice, you can give me $10 for it. C: IF you're nice. -tiko smile-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1970371197302852107?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1970371197302852107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1970371197302852107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1970371197302852107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1970371197302852107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/smellful-day.html' title='smellful day'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3117069508897470129</id><published>2008-05-24T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:43:55.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMONY SNICKET'S</title><content type='html'>AHAHAH. i just need to tell someone/anyone/everyone this. LEMONY SNICKETS ON DS FREAKING ROCKKKS. it's super damn fun la! THANKZ BEXXXXXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, went to her house today to get the catridge cus someone kept forgetting to bring it. (QIAN RU, you don't tell me why i never ask you to go hor. i KNOW that you are busy. FOR EVER LIKE THAT ONE -in becky's voice- HAHA) lied on her bed playing lemony for an hour an a half while she did her PW, haha! i must finish the game by july!!! i can do it, AJA! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to get on the last bus 13 home. i swear, potong pasir is really scary late at night, the cars all anyhow drive and the bangalas all anyhow walk. ohoh, i still can't believe i have direct bus to her place, very cool. i also can't believe i have direct bus to Little India as well, it's the best thing that has ever happened to me! haha! must try taking that bus to go there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, and i want to borrow books from people! cus i am a cheapo and don't buy books unless i know that it's good, which i can only tell when i have read it. lend me something which you think is good :) don't worry, i am a responsible girl and will remember to return it to you, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, and i suddenly remembered that at LAST LAST year's BAND CHALET, i brought some movies for us to watch and some people (many, in fact) borrowed almost all of them AND I HAVE NOT GOTTEN A SINGLE ONE BACK. it's freaking long ago can! i am quite mad about it cus some of them are my favourites movies like Anastasia and stuff. RETURN THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T, YOU WILL GET BAD LUCK FOR THE NEXT 7 YEARS AND YOU WON'T GET A SINGLE BOYFRIEND UNTIL YOU TURN 78 YEARS OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i don't know, the threats seem to work in chain mails :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should include stories as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE 1:&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Susan Sullivan Graham. 5 years ago, she had borrowed some movies from Maxine, but forgot to return them. In the next 7 years, she had been extremely unlucky, occasionally having birds shit on her and her bum pinched by old wrinkled up tiko peks. Day after day, her luck just seemed to get worse and worse, for seven whole years. After 7 years, she finally felt her luck getting better, but try as she might, she hadn't manage to get a boyfriend all the way until she was 78 years old. On her 78th birhtday, a fellow friend who was staying at the Boon Hock Home for the Elderly and Aged Sick, the same home where Susan was staying, had asked her to be his girlfriend. She was so filled with joy that she died of a heart attack the very same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I COULD GO ON FOREVER. i know that it is chock full of loop holes but that's how the stories are like in those chain mails anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... if you don't want to be just like Susan, &lt;strike&gt;repost this email in 5 minutes!&lt;/strike&gt; RETURN MAXINE HER MOVIES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3117069508897470129?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3117069508897470129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3117069508897470129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3117069508897470129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3117069508897470129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/lemony-snickets.html' title='LEMONY SNICKET&apos;S'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-6808836972224415902</id><published>2008-05-20T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:01:29.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skype, air mail and a lot of hahas</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning and went "OMG IT'S MONDAY ALREADY. TOMORROW IS THE 20TH OF MAY ALREADY. OHHH MYYYY GOSHHHH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up slightly later at the smell of lunch, haha. went to eat. went back to room. stoned a while. went online. nobody to talk to. sulked at the fact that i'm not doing anything. considered cleaning my room. dismissed the idea and went to lie down on bed. stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WASTING MY LIFE. messaged becky and got a date! had only about an hour with her, but better than nothing la. went to gloria jeans to chat over coffee. we got a mud cake as well, SUPERR HUGEEE! and a mat sitting at a table next to us asked us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mat: excuse me, sorry, what cake is that?&lt;br /&gt;us: mat cake (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;mat: mat cake?&lt;br /&gt;us: yeah, mat cake.&lt;br /&gt;mat: mud cake? -does floor wiping action- as in...mud?&lt;br /&gt;us: yeah, mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. I SWEAR, IT WAS QUITE UNINTENTIONAL. the mat thing. we did try to pronounce it as muD, but it just came out as mat. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so got down to business. SINGAPORE MAIL. SINGAPORE AIR MAIL. HAHAHA ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RIVER ISLAND JEANS ARE READY FOR COLLECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, homed. SAW CHRYS ONLINE. SKYPED. OMG, I'VE NOT SEEN THE MOVING CHRYS IS QUITE A WHILE. like i've seen her in photos and stuff, but even still, the photos like nothing much pls! most of the time cannot even see her face, hahaha. ahhhhhh! missed that girl. haha, and she was wearing THAT top, haha, and she hasn't changed a bit. expected an aussie accent, or maybe just a hint of it, but none at all. HAHA, i think i might contract one though, sydney is less singaporean infested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, IT'S 1 AM. :DDD TTYL, TFFHFIF!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6808836972224415902?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6808836972224415902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6808836972224415902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6808836972224415902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6808836972224415902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/skype-air-mail-and-lot-of-hahas.html' title='skype, air mail and a lot of hahas'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3343439165834967563</id><published>2008-05-19T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:36:10.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey ho tally oh</title><content type='html'>hey, let's go do something today.&lt;br /&gt;you decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3343439165834967563?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3343439165834967563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3343439165834967563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3343439165834967563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3343439165834967563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-ho-tally-oh.html' title='hey ho tally oh'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-7695005387885025868</id><published>2008-05-14T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:06:51.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accomplished!</title><content type='html'>YAYHAYHAY, I FEEL SO &lt;strike&gt;PRODUCIVE&lt;/strike&gt; PRODUCTIVE. HAHAHA. APPLE HAS BEEN SO ANAL RETENTIVE BUT I MANAGED TO BEAT IT. omggg, i swear, apple is like in their own world. it's like once you get an apple, you gotta change everything else to apple as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my ipod right, i found out why Gigi couldn't read it. oh man, i actually went to the epicentre at wheelock to see if they could help me but they couldn't, so they gave me an apple hotline to call. so i went home and called and OMG THE CALL WAS TO INDIA. but okay, service was good. then they wouldn't really tell me what was wrong either but they advised me to restore my ipod. kena sai, restart my ipod?! then i had to go to itunes and pick out all the songs that are in my ipod and put them in a separate folder (cus my ipod isn't in sync with my itunes, if it was, i'd have all my dad's and sister's rubbish songs in my ipod) so yeah, restored it and connected it to Gigi and it worked! yeah, to cut the long story short, Gigi couldn't read the ipod cus when i first bought my ipod, i connected it to the mac first, so the settings was accustomed to the mac and not to windows (according to the service centre, this was what might have happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ipod was one thing, transfering info from the mac to Gigi was like another level of hell. i uploaded all my files and whatever to a hard disk which was meant to use with mac. then when i tried to connect the hard disk to Gigi, i realised that the USB cord socket in Gigi was not the same shape as the USB cord of the hard disk! ARGHHHH. only mac had that kind of socket shape thing. so then, so pek chek, i had to transfer all my pics bit by bit using a 2GB thubdrive. SIANZATION! somemore when i transfered all the pics, then the pictures turn out all screwed up la! ok, this is not mac's fault but stilllll, i got super annoyed. then luckily i found out that my mum had a USB cord for windows computers, so i'm gonna transfer all the pics in again, but now using the hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... no, chrys, i do not get the best of both worlds with mac, or at least only in a very limited sense. i. do. not. like. mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brand, not the cartoon chacter, haha. omgomg, which reminds me, i'm going to watch foster's tonight! i stopped watching it for a pretty long time before the prelims and Os and all, then i kinda forgot about it. haha, i've never been good at following up with tv shows anyway, the only show which i successfully managed to remember to watch every week was America's Next Top Model. but then again, that was for only for one season. after that i always forget to watch, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MAC. AND CHEESE. MAC N' CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BLOO AS WELL. ORLANDO BLOO. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;BLOO CHEESEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-7695005387885025868?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/7695005387885025868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=7695005387885025868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7695005387885025868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7695005387885025868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/accomplished.html' title='accomplished!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3666852082215936160</id><published>2008-05-09T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:52:07.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCNZtzJXAHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xJva4y0TB14/s1600-h/i+pooted+cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCNZtzJXAHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xJva4y0TB14/s400/i+pooted+cheese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198097038274134130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheese makes my day&lt;br /&gt;:]]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3666852082215936160?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3666852082215936160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3666852082215936160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3666852082215936160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3666852082215936160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheese.html' title='cheese'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCNZtzJXAHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xJva4y0TB14/s72-c/i+pooted+cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-5714675069481854683</id><published>2008-05-09T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:13:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount fuGi</title><content type='html'>fuGi apple, fuGitsuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogay, i got my new notebooooooook! it's a fujitsu. it's pretty okay. actually it's quite cool, haha! but i really don't feel...&lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; to it. HAHA, like i don't feel as if it's &lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt;. i've been switching between the mac and my dad's notebook and my sister's notebook so i feel the same as when i'm using one of their notebooks. it's that feeling where you don't really dare to download anything or don't really dare to personalise it cus it's not technically yours and you don't want to screw up any of &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i felt weird installing something, like messenger for example. and it sucks cus i know that i'll feel better once i've installed itunes and uploaded all my songs into it BUT the computer just can't read my ipod! i'm quite irritated lor! i keep worrying how i'm supposed to survive in aussie without being able to upload new songs into my pod! ok yeah, like once i got the notebook, i suddenly felt that i had to prepare for aussie, like upload all my songs and transfer all the pictures and stuff, to like make it feel more at home there la. howww, super kan chiong la, i feel like going to the apple epicentre tomorrow to ask them why it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn agitated now, haha! okok, i shall go download a COOL wallpaper and i know exactly what it'll be. TODD. HAHA. or maybe CHEESE. and name my notebook! must have name! erm...i shall name it...er... FUGLI. it's like fuji, but for some reason i keep saying fuGi instead of fuJi. and if you add the L there, then it sounds like FUGLY. YAY. actually it's not very fugly leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just name it Gigi. it's so sissy, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i was just telling chrys just now that i hate mac and i will never get a macbook. but then i started thinking about all my pictures in the mac and how i'm so used to the no-right-click thing and the even simpler things, like the down-arrow-button doubling as a 'page down' button as well, and the 'page close' button being on the top left hand corner and how i can just click and drag stuff instead of copying and pasting. then i realised that i will really miss the mac. (damn, i just pressed the down-arrow-button expecting for the 'page down' effect to happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am just being overly sentimental. okay, like whatevv. move on. i love Gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. i can't believe my notebook has such a sissy name, HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5714675069481854683?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5714675069481854683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5714675069481854683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5714675069481854683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5714675069481854683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/mount-fugi.html' title='Mount fuGi'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-6373254380309683045</id><published>2008-05-08T00:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:41:10.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bboyz and Ballerina</title><content type='html'>YO. YO. YO. to bandits! (and anyone else interested) do you wanna go for thiiiiiiiiiiiis?:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHkUzJXADI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OBrbf-ur3EE/s1600-h/img027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHkUzJXADI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OBrbf-ur3EE/s400/img027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197686490940244018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey and i saw this brochure and thought it was pretty cool and that we should go for it! (i think we are all still in the concert/performance mood after WWRY) check it out! okok, firstly, bboyz is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; some chinese beng boy band (actually it really sounds like one hor?), neither does it have anything to do with basketball. it is breakdancingggg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHlqjJXAEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3tqjBiA8cDI/s1600-h/img028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHlqjJXAEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3tqjBiA8cDI/s400/img028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197687964114026562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHmTTJXAFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/I5pjOztqEb4/s1600-h/img029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHmTTJXAFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/I5pjOztqEb4/s400/img029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197688664193695826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHozTJXAGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3eqpgdfU7Qw/s1600-h/img031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHozTJXAGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3eqpgdfU7Qw/s400/img031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197691412972765282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... ok, if you are like skeptical about it, watch this video! it's super cool.&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNh6qpsuo58&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNh6qpsuo58&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's planet bboy which i don't know whether it's related to the bboyzzz but should be pretty similar la. it's still breakdancing. so yeah, it's at the Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;show timings- fri, 27th june, 8pm. sat, 28th june, 3pm and 8pm. sun, 29th june, 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;8pm shows at $85, $70, $55, $45, $35&lt;br /&gt;3pm shows at $80, $65, $50, $40, $30&lt;br /&gt;10% early bird discount from 25 April to 25 May, let me know soon!&lt;br /&gt;audrey will go buy tickets, HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6373254380309683045?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6373254380309683045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6373254380309683045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6373254380309683045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6373254380309683045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/bboyz-and-ballerina.html' title='Bboyz and Ballerina'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SCHkUzJXADI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OBrbf-ur3EE/s72-c/img027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-5214652738097581582</id><published>2008-05-06T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:24:11.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you say coke, i say cane.</title><content type='html'>oh man, everyone keeps saying that i'm very free now! which i am not. not very. haha, like i have time to surf the web and i play my ds and stuff but it's not as if i'm rotting my life away at home. and cus people think i'm very free, they ask me to do things, like organise outings and all, and thus, i am not very free at all. i don't even have time to wash my super dirty shoes. (yes audrey, i do intend to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is veh exciting for meeee! i always look forward to tuesdays which mean ice cream cheffing with qian and laurel. (used to be qian and chrys. D:) and wed, i THINK i'm going back to school to collect my testimonial and year book. and i am so looking forward to thursday the most, my laptop is finally going to come! and all at the same time, i am working on tues, wed, thurs and fri. oh man, i've never worked so many days in a row at obolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mannn, time is passing very fast leh. guifang so graciously notified me "eh, may already leh!" walaooo. i have about 2 and a half more months in sg. a few days back i was like thinking about it, like i don't really like to think about it so i try not to but "i think about it whenever it comes to my mind" (HAHA, quoted from bex) anywayyy, i was thinking like by time i'm done with auzzo, i'll be like 22? and i'll be considered an adult already la! like wth, then would i have to move out of living with my parents soon and start supporting myself? this is rather scary, would i be old and wrinkly in no time as well? OH MAN, I DO NOT LIKE TO THINK ABOUT THIS. I'M JUST A KID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, i am not really a kid anymore. WHICH IS WORSE. i miss fooling around the playground near chrys' house after the last paper of every major exam. i miss my eyes when i didn't have dark eye rings. i miss hei bai pei days WITH MEL. i miss singing out loud in public/along school corridors and annoying the shit out of people. i miss having an excuse to be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, even though i keep saying that i'm not free (or maybe just not as free as you think i am), tell me whenever you are free okay! then maybe i might be free at that point of time and we can go find something to do to be unfree together. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, I WANT TO WATCH SPEED RACERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SPEED RACER,&lt;br /&gt;GO SPEED RACER,&lt;br /&gt;GO SPEED RACER GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. it used to be a cartoon on cartoon network! and although i wasn't a very big fan of it then, i would watch it whenever they showed it while i happened to be watching. I CAN REMEMBER THE THEME SONG, HAHA. and it used to be like those old school jap animation. but i saw the trailer for the movie and IT WAS SOOO COOOOOOOL. rain is in it as well. actually i don't think rain is very good looking la, but after watching (part of) Full House, i got used to his face and i think he can be kinda cute sometimes la. and the animation is like those damn good kind, like not totally cartoony but pretty 3D like and SUPER COLOURFUL, like it came straight out of a 6 year old kid's imagination. I WANT TO WATCHHHH. anyone can go with me? :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5214652738097581582?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5214652738097581582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5214652738097581582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5214652738097581582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5214652738097581582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-say-coke-i-say-cane.html' title='you say coke, i say cane.'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-9006041131984441607</id><published>2008-04-30T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:46:47.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE CONE DAY</title><content type='html'>FREE CONE DAY WAS A RIP OFF. THE CONE WAS FREE BUT I HAD TO PAY FOR THE ICE CREAM. SUCK MAAAAN. I HATE FREE CONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just kidding. everybody, i want to take this opportunity to suan audrey liaw shu juan. SHE THOUGHT THAT FREE CONE DAY MUST PAY FOR ICE CREAM, ONLY THE CONE IS FREE, HAHAHA! SUPER HILARIOUS! DEAREST AUDREY, FREE CONE DAY MEANS YOU GET A FREE &lt;u&gt;ICE CREAM AND CONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, so i was desperate enough to go get free ice cream with Hey-Hey-Haley-the-Lady, haha! i had work at 5 and everybody ends school after 3 la! sickening. haley had work too but  his break was from 11.30-12.30, and vivo was the nearest Ben N Jerry's to his work place so i headed ALLLLL the way to vivo to eat free ice cream with him, at 11 freaking 30 am. i had to wake up at 9 leh! (ok, sorry, i realised that everybody who is schooling, which is yes, EVERYBODY, has to wake up much earlier than that everyday to go to school.) so yeah, free cone day only starts at 12, so we got to be second in line (WHOO! totally rocks) and we saw the grand opening, which involves a biggggg POP! and lots of confetti, and walking life-sized ice cream scoops and ice cream scoopers and ice cream cones and a cow. and many photographers and vai-deh-o men. i wonder if i appeared in channel news asia. anyway, we had awesome free ice cream cones and we laughed at audrey and sent her smses saying "OMG, FREE CONE DAY WAS A RIP OFF. HAD TO PAY FOR THE ICE CREAM. should have known man, how did you know?!" HAHA, i was pretty tempted to put "I SHOULD HAVE HEEDED YOUR ADVICE" but we didn't want to make it so obvious that we were laughing at her. then she replied and until now, she still thinks free cone day is really just free cones. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, no more suaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, haley went back to work and i continued shopping around, OH MY i GOSH, HOW I MISSED ZARA SOOO MUCH. i realised how i have forgotten that zara actually exsisted and i have no idea why whenever i go to town the last few days, i keep going to topshop and i'm starting to find that topshop is getting really overpriced and EVERYBODY has got the same stuff from there. and when i went to zara, I WAS SO HAPPY! i picked out a whole lot of things to try on and i was practically hugging them. i used to not like zara, but now i've realised how zara stuff (compared to topshop) are much cheaper (so shocking!) and they are starting to suit my preference of clothing more. actually i am quite suspicious as to why zara stuff are so cheap now. okay, maybe not zara but more of like, their TRF section. i am wondering whether they make use of child labour or something, and i kept checking the labels to see where the clothes are made in. but i can't know for sure anyway. oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-9006041131984441607?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/9006041131984441607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=9006041131984441607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/9006041131984441607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/9006041131984441607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-cone-day.html' title='FREE CONE DAY'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3918359020736016882</id><published>2008-04-23T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:04:24.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in a Landslide</title><content type='html'>for some reason, people have been telling me they hate me recently (refer to previous posts' comments, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, anyway, yesterday i was really sad cus i kept telling myself that i couldn't go for WWRY again, and yet i kept on tempting myself to go. it was totally crazy, i kept on thinking about all the reasons why i should go and in the end tell myself no cus i've simply spent too much on it already. stupid mah. haha, and jolene had to listen to me go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on whether i should go or not, sorry jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i decided not to think about it and ask audrey to check whether there are even any seats for all of us in the first place, and if there is, then only would i think about it. haha! but it was still most likely a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i was so kanchiong ok! i eyed my phone all the way from 2pm, waiting for audrey to call/msg/whatever, cus according to her, her classes end around 1 and she was going to tampines mall with the rest to get the tix. and yeah, i really didn't want to miss her call then in the end they just go ahead and buy tix for themselves (i don't why i was so worried about this since most likely i wouldn't be able to go, but it's comforting to know you still have a chance to go or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 4.40 i msged audrey asking whether she has bought the tickets already and she replied "not yet, still in school. will call you when we get la. haiyo. hahaha." HAHA, sorry. then around 6pm, she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: hey max, you know whaaaaat! only got adult tickets left! no more student tickets! arghhhhhh! oh my gosh la, no more student tickettsss!! (she sounded so angry okay, i felt so sorry for her, at the same time telling myself, no way am i going already.)&lt;br /&gt;M: (thinking that i should symphatise with her) oh maaan, so you bought the tickets yet? you know what, you should like wait a few more days to see whether they would have anymore student tickets, cus the first time my sis bought tickets for us, there was only student tickets for that day itself, but only adult tickets are available for the next week, no student ones. so like maybe when the date draws nearer and they find that they cannot sell the tickets to adults, so they will make it available for students as well.&lt;br /&gt;A: oh, nono, you know why got no more student tickets? cus the last one sold was yours.&lt;br /&gt;M: (i swear, i didn't understand this. in my head, i was actually thinking that i bought the last student ticket for my second time watching WWRY, then i was wondering how she knew it was my ticket which was the last one. and this is the hilarious part, i actually imagined that the Sistic auntie sitting at the counter was looking into the computer and seeing who bought the last student ticket and my name was there, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AND THE STUPID PART IS THAT YOU DON'T NEED TO GIVE YOUR NAME TO BUY TICKETS. and the even more stupid part was that my student tickets bought was for last sunday! i have no idea why i thought that way. HAHA! damn, so stupid. but of course i didn't say anything and went:) huh? i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;A: (beginning to repeat herself, but stopped halfway) EH, you purposely isit! you just want me to say it again! haha!&lt;br /&gt;M: nonono! i really don't get you! (but after she said that, i started to get a hint of what she was trying to say)&lt;br /&gt;A: WE BOUGHT THE LAST STUDENT TICKET FOR YOUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;M: &lt;font size=10&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! OMiG OMiG OMiG! I DON'T HAVE TO PAY? YOU GUYS SPNSORED ME? THANK YOUU!!! AHHHHH!&lt;/font size=10&gt; (it kinda sucked cus i was working at Obolo at that time and i couldn't scream as loud as i wanted to. luckily there were no customers there at the time but Haley was giving me strange looks, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh maaaaaaaaan, i was so surprised! i didn't know what to say but THANK YOU GUYSSSSS!! and in my last entry, I WAS JUST KIDDING. okay, wweeeellll, maaaayyybe i was a litle bit serious about it, haha! but only after i told audrey to read my blog and after reading it she started to play dumb and not notice what i said and then i started to dig up the past, like what i gave her for her birthday in sec 2 (HAHAHA!) and how we've met in pri 5 (though i didn't even talk to her until sec 1) to just prove my case that she should sponsor me though i didn't expect her to ACTUALLY DO IT. HAHAHA, ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU GUYS SO SO SO SO SO MUCHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i am expecting people to tell me that they hate me in their comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3918359020736016882?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3918359020736016882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3918359020736016882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3918359020736016882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3918359020736016882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/caught-in-landslide.html' title='Caught in a Landslide'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-8976451694052589369</id><published>2008-04-23T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:14:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>i. am. waiting. for. school. to. start.&lt;br /&gt;be it a good thing or not that school starts later, i have still no idea what to do in my time. i've got a lot of ideas, like maybe start watching Heroes again, or continue with my korean dramas, but i. am. just. too. lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm even lazy to start playing new games on my DS lite. btw, I AM FINISHING DINER DASH! i'm starting to think that i should stop playing it so much cus once i finish everything, it's not gonna be very fun anymore cus i know how it ends. okkk, go back to cooking mama. i feel as if my life is not going anywhere, i'm even starting to think that i want to go to aussie sooner, BUT NO, i won't :) i tell you i'll be pretty sick of there soon. THERE IS NO POKKA GREEN TEA THERE. shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian. i'm waitingwaitingwaiting. waiting for my dad to realise that i'll need a notebook. waiting for weekends to come so that i won't be the only free one around. waiting to get my Old Town pay (OMG, I STILL HAVE NOT GOTTEN IT YET) waiting for DS lite games to start. WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SPONSOR ME TO WE WILL ROCK YOUUU AGAIN!!! damn. dream on right? HAHA. yesyesyes, i know. but i'm itching to watch it again! like one last time. the laaaaaaast day. with the band freaks gang. us going crazy and jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like i'm on crack. hokay, i shall go drown my misery in the WWRY soundtrack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-8976451694052589369?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/8976451694052589369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=8976451694052589369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8976451694052589369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8976451694052589369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-7258144726069732817</id><published>2008-04-21T03:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T04:05:32.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SAuem8h5SwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qyMvE_OQKsE/s1600-h/img019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SAuem8h5SwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qyMvE_OQKsE/s400/img019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191417387395140354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MET MIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly he looks the best on stage, not so good up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch the musical over and over and over again! shiiiiiiiiiiiit. they should have it on video or something, like how they have Rent in a movie version. or course the impact wouldn't be as great as watching it live but i really like their versions of the songs as well and the story lines and the jokes and everything. and the musical is rather long and there's really quite a lot of things to remember about it and i can't really remember everything which happened like how i would like to. damn it, i would really consider watching it a 3rd time if i didn't pay $150 for my first time (suaku suaku didn't buy student tickets la!) and if they ever do the musical again, like maybe 20 years down the road or something, the cast wouldn't be the same already, and i simply love the current cast! no prizes for guess why, haha! aiya, they're all simply extremely good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i love the musical so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-7258144726069732817?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/7258144726069732817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=7258144726069732817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7258144726069732817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7258144726069732817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SAuem8h5SwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qyMvE_OQKsE/s72-c/img019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-2454616628536615847</id><published>2008-04-19T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T02:47:46.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Of My Life</title><content type='html'>OMG, I SWEAR, TODAY WAS THE MOST EVENTFUL DAY OF MY LIFE EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) IT'S RAINING! IT'S RAINING! IT'S RAINING NOW AT 2.20 AM LIKE ALLLLLLLL OF A SUDDEN! I LOVE IT! AND IT'S SUPER HEAVY. THUNDER. AND LIGHTNING. AND I STILL LOVE IT. I DON'T WANT TO CLOSE THE WINDOW. BUT MY HOUSE IS LIKE GETTING FLOODED. I HAVE TO CLOSE THE WINDOW. I CAN'T STOP TALKING IN CAPS. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I HIGHLIGHTED MY HAIR! of course i did it by myself at home la. i didn't let anyone else do it cus i didn't trust them. now it's kinda screwed, HAHA. but i'd rather know that my hair is screwed cus of myself than cus of someone else. and IT'S VERY DRY, IT FEELS LIKE BARBWIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) HAD BAKERZIN FOR LUNCH WITH MUMMY. and got myself a bakerzin card toooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I BOUGHT A NINTENDO DS LITE! AHHHHH! RED ONEEEE. i bet everyone's cursing me for being to stupid cus i didn't get a PSP instead. okay, let us review the pros and cons here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PSP&lt;/u&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;looks super COOL. (pro) &lt;br /&gt;HAS GREEN COLOUR. (pro)                                            &lt;br /&gt;only has the COOL boyish games (con)                   &lt;br /&gt;NO COOKING MAMA (CONNN)                                       &lt;br /&gt;has wifi + music player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DS LITE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;NO GREEN COLOUR. (con)&lt;br /&gt; has all the cutecute fun games (pro)&lt;br /&gt;GOT COOKING MAMA! (PROOO)&lt;br /&gt;has wifi to play with other gamers only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i really couldn't care less whether i can access the internet or play music cus i just want something to play games on. and i was rather peeved that ds lite didn't come in green! but aiya, red one also quite nice. and i actually prefer all the geekish cute games (like super mario!) as compared to the COOL PSP games (like silent hill :S HAHA) as i was really quite tempted to look COOL with a PSP but it's not reallly worth it WHEN IT DOESN'T HAVE COOKING MAMA. plus other fun games :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-2454616628536615847?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/2454616628536615847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=2454616628536615847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2454616628536615847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2454616628536615847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-of-my-life.html' title='The Story Of My Life'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4609146845230511103</id><published>2008-04-17T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:33:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more pokka and taohui in the mornings</title><content type='html'>The whole world is at the TP Orientation now and there is no one onlineee. Thank goodness i have a life and i'm going to get a haircut today! yaaaaaay, i have no more French, ballet exams are over, i've quit Old Town, the Band Concert has passed and i have absolutely no more commitments and it's like the start of my holidays again. ok maybe not so cus i'm still working at Obolo and with everyone going to school, i'm gonna run out of things to do by myself (on the contrary, i just realised there's such a thing as KOREAN DRAMAS. hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i realised that a lot of people still don't know why i'm not in TP anymore, i mean like, whenever people ask where am i or whatever, i'll just tell them that i'm going to aussie but it's not like i msged everyone to tell them that i'm going (sorry, i only have 360 free msges a month leh!) so yeah, everyone, please peer below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SAbu5O0ec5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/4qYUy6MyKZ4/s1600-h/img012(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/SAbu5O0ec5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/4qYUy6MyKZ4/s400/img012(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190098287589225362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, those blotches of water are NOT tear drops, HAHAHA. a very hilarious question asked by audrey. so yes, auzzo land, Uni of Sydney, foundation course is at Taylors College though, staying in campus hostel, sharing room with one other person (i am damn worried she might be unhygienic okay!), probably leaving somewhere is july, &lt;font size=1&gt;very much skeptical about going. &lt;/font size=1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4609146845230511103?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4609146845230511103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4609146845230511103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4609146845230511103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4609146845230511103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-pokka-and-taohui-in-mornings.html' title='no more pokka and taohui in the mornings'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/SAbu5O0ec5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/4qYUy6MyKZ4/s72-c/img012(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-6172293762649812264</id><published>2008-04-16T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:50:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans of Stalkeration</title><content type='html'>Ordree Bandits, see me blog! HAHA says:&lt;br /&gt;Let's go Esplanade on Wed, and stalk at the backstage door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, go marketplace!&lt;br /&gt;stay there the whole day and see if we can meet mig or sth&lt;br /&gt;(cus eunice and jo saw him there on the day they went to watch the musical)&lt;br /&gt;or just wait outside ascotts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the sunset in your eyes. says:&lt;br /&gt;and you might probably see one bunch of people cycle pass you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordree Bandits, see me blog! HAHA says:&lt;br /&gt;THEN TAKE YOUR BICYCLE AND CYCLE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart-shaped glasses roomeight6seven! says: (AM 01:10)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;AND LISTEN TO BICYCLE ALL THE WHILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordree Bandits, see me blog! HAHA says:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Zeelyn go to Marketplace, Maxine to Ascott, I Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;Call if you spot him! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE LIKE STALKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the sunset in your eyes. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha cool manzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should get walkie talkies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordree Bandits, see me blog! HAHA says:&lt;br /&gt;YES I THINK WE SHOULD!&lt;br /&gt;FARAH! You're incharge of OUR walkie talkies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart-shaped glasses roomeight6seven! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;N-O&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;got handphone right?!&lt;br /&gt;still need walkie talkie ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;WALKIE TALKIES ARE COOL THAT'S WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at this convo, you'd probably think all this while we were joking, you know, like one of those times where we plan dumb things but at the back of our minds we know that we won't do it. we're just planning it for fun. it was until farah said this when i actually considered really doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart-shaped glasses roomeight6seven! says:&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE SERIOUSLY GONNA STALK HIM ON WEDNESDAY?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, YAAAA, WE SAY AS IF WE ARE REALLY ON TO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordree Bandits, see me blog! HAHA says:&lt;br /&gt;YA, I REALLY DON'T KNOW IF YOU'RE JOKING OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i am joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. after this we didn't make anymore arrangements until today, audrey smsed me about going to esplanade and i bet she secretly REALLLLLY wanted to do it, haha! so we went to the esplanade with farah, weelyn, eunice and jo. we had no idea where to go, lazily slowly walking around trying to look for back doors. then we went to sit down and all "sighhhhhhhhh" together just being sianzzz. then we realised that this wasn't going to work (NO KIDDING, REALLY??) so we got uup and walked around somemore and i was like "hey! let's look at the directory to see if they'll tell us where the back door is! (i was just being dumb)" but for some reason we all went to look, i think cus we didn't have any better suggestions, haha! and lo and behold! behind the directory there was a railing and if you looked down, you'd see part of the backstage of the theatre! like OMiG aYESa!!! hahaha, and we actually saw Scaramouche and waved to her and many other GaGa Kids and the band mates too and even Killer Queen, but alas, no Mig Ayesa. we stood there for pretty long and waved at anybody and everybody who passed that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i don't understand fans and the way they work. especially those really crazy ones who keep trying to meet some celebrity. like what's the point in meeting them?  1) for yourself? fine, take a picture, get an autograph, but THEN what are you gonna do? hug and love the autograph until the end of time? but it's only an inanimate object, it's worthless. 2) tell your friends. but THEN what happens? they'll go "wowww" and that's all. 3) my best reason i could ever give to meet a celebrity would be to make an impact, a lasting impression on the celebrity. the best thing you could ever get out of meeting him would be for him to remember you. but what are the chances of that? fans come and go, there are SOOO many fans, most of whom would meet him everyday and they become a norm to him. "heh. yeah, met some fans, nothing special." whatever you do, it probably wouldn't affect him. celebrities to me are like, these foreign creatures, they are cool, they are talented, everyone wants to meet them. but what happens when you meet them? nothing. absolutely nothing. they seem so faraway, so distant, so... so... UNTOUCHABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like a hot singer and actor once in a while, who i can drool over and rave on and on about how cute or how talented or how amazing he is, but it never seems to get me anywhere except into an obssession. to think about someone all the time and to admire the person so much without being able to do anything about it really sucks to me. so goodbye Mig Ayesa! no longer will i obssess over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i am going to watch We Will Rock You on sunday again. so much for getting rid of Mig. i really can't wait though, the musical is simply &lt;b&gt;AWETASTIC&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6172293762649812264?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6172293762649812264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6172293762649812264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6172293762649812264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6172293762649812264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/plans-of-stalkeration.html' title='Plans of Stalkeration'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3194763777994417483</id><published>2008-04-14T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:26:16.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost myself</title><content type='html'>today was the worst day of work at obolo eveerr and i didn't think i would have the mood still to go for WE WILL ROCK YOU. suckk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storyline was pretty bad, the focus was everywhere and the plot was really messy. but let's just not try to be such good critics and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=10&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font size=10&gt; IT WAS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! seriously, if you can, go watch it, student tickets are hell cheap, 50 bucks (compared to the $150 i had to pay) best cure for a terribly bad day. it was just so VIBRANT, so full of ENERGY, so...HILARIOUS. it's really cool shit la. just go there and loose yourself man. it was so much more like a concert rather than a musical, i just had the urge to get up and dance. which i did eventually. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. MIG. MIG. MIG. MIG. MIG. MIG. MIG. MIG. MIG. A. YES. A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is rather...sorta...kinda...cute... i guess?&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding,&lt;br /&gt;OMG HE'S CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this, i heard so many raves about him, but i just waved them away thinking, 'omg, what tweeny boppers.' but when i saw him, i'd expect myself to even TRY to not want to admit that he's cute, but he IS pretty cute. OMGGG, OKAY, MY RAVES END &lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HE'S CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe it ends here instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3194763777994417483?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3194763777994417483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3194763777994417483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3194763777994417483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3194763777994417483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost-myself.html' title='lost myself'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-7161868483293675086</id><published>2008-04-13T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:19:13.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temp lie</title><content type='html'>BALLET EXAM TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;examiner was from sydney, aussie. expected her to be extremely slack, with auzzo accent, and "whatever goes" attitude. i half expected her to go "G'DAY GALS". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;she was extremely friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... or maybe a little bit too friendly?&lt;br /&gt;could be secretly marking all of us down.&lt;br /&gt;think she probably was really strict.&lt;br /&gt;feet started to cramp halfway through barre.&lt;br /&gt;dieee.&lt;br /&gt;lost a bit of my directions at the end of my study.&lt;br /&gt;dieee.&lt;br /&gt;rest of my group members all pretty pro.&lt;br /&gt;dieee.&lt;br /&gt;super jing zhang!&lt;br /&gt;such that i'm speaking cheeno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i will never forget how she says thank you, super hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-7161868483293675086?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/7161868483293675086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=7161868483293675086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7161868483293675086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7161868483293675086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/temp-lie.html' title='temp lie'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3006126512420563447</id><published>2008-04-10T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:57:34.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cakesss</title><content type='html'>this came out in the last Sunday times:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_z3RjklgxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9n0Oc90SMKg/s1600-h/img017(1)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_z3RjklgxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9n0Oc90SMKg/s400/img017(1)+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187292751802499858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, ok, ignore the extra decorations, i got carried away with photoshop. anyway, when i saw this, it was like, oh maaan, i can totally hear my mother's heart rip into pieces. hahaha, after reading it, she complained that her crepe cakes even looked so much better than that. oh well, everyone's hey days have to pass sometime. but i admit it is quite heartbreaking to think that your cake could have been number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_z3RzklgyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T2UrOEq8oag/s1600-h/img018(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_z3RzklgyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T2UrOEq8oag/s400/img018(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187292756097467170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obolo came out too! HAHA, number 46. even polar's $1 sugar rolls beat Obolo's $6.20 Noisette. oh dear, i should be siding Obolo hor? but Obolo is overpriced and polar is cheap and i have always loved their sugar rolls ever since forever. so sugar rolls win. C: anyway i seeeeeriously never liked the Noisette, it's plain and not that chocolatey and the hazelnuts arn't crunchy (shit, can i get sued for saying this?) anyway, on sunday itself, we sold FORTY ONE Noisettes. siao, i had a lot of trouble counting and recounting how many we sold, and somehow just while i was counting, suddenly so customers kept coming in, and i had to keep starting over. dumb...&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, since i am such a good employee of Obolo and i want people to have an enjoyable and worthwhile experience purchasing products from us, i keep suggesting to people that they should try the Soleil (which is my favourite) instead of the Noisette (which is the best seller). kena sai, people still keep choosing the Noisette. total idiots. haha, but today i managed to convince more people not to get the Noisette than on Sunday. omg, people who came into Obolo on Sunday all seem to be on a mission, BUY NOISETTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i don't really get the "Best Seller" logic. like how do they know whether something is best seller or not? well i guess at first it's really easy to tell, just see which cake is sold the most la. but after a while, new cakes are added and it may be a hell lot better than the best seller but because we keep telling people that this certain cake is the best seller, they would of course try the best seller first and it would be dunno how long later when they get to try the new item. so in the end, the noisette just keeps getting bought more and will continue being known as the best seller. so yeah, this is exactly the case for the Noisette and Soleil cus the Soleil is rather new (came out in Dec), after the Noisette was labeled the best seller and i honestly think that the Soleil could someday replace the Noisette as best seller. so yes, best sellers shouldn't be labeled as best sellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i really like this article of the 50 yummiest cakes! i realised i've tried quite a number of them, without really realising. i think i love this article so much that i'm gonna paste it on my bedroom wall or something. maybe frame it up.. maybe put spotlights... maybe set up a burglar alarm around it... yeah... that'll be cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3006126512420563447?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3006126512420563447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3006126512420563447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3006126512420563447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3006126512420563447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/cakesss.html' title='cakesss'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_z3RjklgxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9n0Oc90SMKg/s72-c/img017(1)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-5885218521309809379</id><published>2008-04-05T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:29:11.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pillowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_ePTTklguI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Z06LDVOfBRw/s1600-h/PILLOWMAN(lowres).small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_ePTTklguI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Z06LDVOfBRw/s400/PILLOWMAN(lowres).small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185771057774428898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED PILLOWMAN MAN. was initially supposed to go for St Pats band concert instead, but of course i'd choose to go for Pillowman right. actually jolena was supposed to go with becky for pillowman, but jo sold me her ticket cus she couldn't go, but its really quite sad cus i know she would have liked it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a lot of trouble finding someone to buy my st pats concert ticket, i asked almost everyone and even resorted to asking KCians. i would have easily sold it la, if everyone were not already going. it was already on friday, the concert day itself when i still had not sold the ticket. then on friday morning, the first day in a veryveryvery long time when i get to wake up as and when i like, i got woken up by a phone call. -_-" and usually i don't pick up calls when i'm sleeping cus my voice will be like shit and it was from an unknown number somemore, so i ignored it. and that person called like three times la, so i decided to just pick it up. the person on the other line was shelly. and she called to ask me whether she could buy my ticket! like wah, damn heng. then after telling her she could buy it, she continued to rant to me about how she lost her st pats concert ticket, circle seat somemore, and she paid 15 bucks for it. then i realised that the day before, clarissa found circle seat tickets at VCH backstage, so i told shelly about it, and in the end she got her ticket back. haha, very heng also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup, pillowman was really gooood! gruesomeee, yet really hilarious, and kinda disturbing. and in a way, it was actually somewhat... cute. in a ugly way. i was pretty shocked to find out that Adrian Pang was in it! playing a big role too. omg, Adrian Pang la, that MAGGIE AND ME guy. that Parental Guidance guy for heaven's sake! but turns out he could do a pretty good british accent and he didn't seem so Adrian Pangish to me anymore, haha. yeah, i don't really wanna tell you what it's about cus my sister who really wanted to watch it but didn't, asked me what it was about, and so i pretty much told the whole story to her. don't wanna do it again. so yeah, look at the picture and...go figure...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_eTXzklgwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PBMfAnYd670/s1600-h/img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_eTXzklgwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PBMfAnYd670/s400/img016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185775533130351362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5885218521309809379?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5885218521309809379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5885218521309809379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5885218521309809379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5885218521309809379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/pillowman.html' title='pillowman'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_ePTTklguI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Z06LDVOfBRw/s72-c/PILLOWMAN(lowres).small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-7457398455008551835</id><published>2008-04-03T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:32:12.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Go</title><content type='html'>first day of work at Old Town was fun, then i started to experience more fussy customers and eventually it made work dreadful, and everyday i will walk that longlong route to Old town, past Katong Hotel where i would wonder whether hookers go there, past so many construction sites where i have gotten used to the bangalas, through the foresty passageway they call the road of laughter, through the underpass where i always imagine that Mas Selamat would pop out at the other end, through the scorching dessert-like carpark and to the back door of the kitchen when once i open the door, a whaff of air smelling like raw chickens defrosting will greet me, all the while getting more and more nervous about starting work that day. i always get very nervous at the start of the day la, like i have no idea what kind of trouble i'd get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember that there was one customer who went "why is my food taking so long? i ordered 4 boiled eggs, we've been waiting for twenty minutes! the other table's eggs already arrived but they came later. give me an explanation why it's taking so long, i demand an explanation!" oh man, like what am i supposed to do la. i also don't cook the food what. so i went to ask the egg cooker guy and he said, it's cus the other table ordered less eggs, more eggs so more cooking time. so i went back to tell the customer that and he asked me why can't we separate the eggs into more boilers. i really didn't know what to say la, so i just apologised. and he shook his head saying "this isn't the first time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also another group of customers who complained that their eggs on toast was taking very long to come, and they've waited for 2 hours. (please, 1.that's so exagerated, and 2. they would be such idiots to wait for 2 hours) so i went to check on the time the order was keyed in, exactly 10 mins ago, which was exactly the cooking time needed to cook the eggs. then i went to check and saw them working on the eggs on toast already. so i went back to the customers and told them that it'll be served soon and that it's only been 10 mins since they ordered. then they were like "really ah, seems like 2 hours leh", and i really couuldn't help it but give them attitude, haha! i shugged and gave the 'so what' kinda look and walked away. HAHA, i couldn't help it! it just happened! anyway, they got freaking pissed and talked to the manager and left after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;customers are really hard to handle, it's really hard sometimes to not let their comments get to you, but i admit that there were a few times i felt like crying, BUT I DID NOT CRY HOR. yaa, most of the time it's just safest to say sorry and pretend to care, but laugh about it afterwards. maybe even spit into their food and serve it to them, ahah, just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, it wasn't only the customers who were being a pain in the ass, it was the staff. &lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 1: MONA&lt;br /&gt;philippino&lt;br /&gt;mid fourties?&lt;br /&gt;table cleaner&lt;br /&gt;total analistic&lt;br /&gt;keeps on asking people to do things for her&lt;br /&gt;omg, she is like some under-cover slacker or something, she keeps asking people to do things for her (clean tables, chop chilli, bring plates, everything la), and she asks in a sweet voice and gives the excuse that she has to do something else. in the end, i'm so busy doing her job, plus my own, that i don't even notice her standing around, staring into space while uncleaned tables are right there under her nose. so one day, i got annoyed and told her "hey mona, clean table #... and table #... got a lot of tables haven't clean yet u know." ten minutes later, she only cleaned one table and more new tables need cleaning, so again i told her which tables to clean, and she had the nerve to go "you cannot clean yourself isit?" OMGGGGG. so i went, "i'm keying in ordersss!" then she was like "that side is your side what, this is my side" my jaw dropped la, like SINCE WHEN WAS THIS ESTABLISHED?&lt;br /&gt;not doing her job is one thing, trying to do another person's job is another. she's kept on trying to key in orders and either keys in the wrong stuff or hogs the machine, or most of the time, both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 2: LILY&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;mid-fifties?&lt;br /&gt;table cleaner, later server as well&lt;br /&gt;really hardworking&lt;br /&gt;very ON&lt;br /&gt;totally blur&lt;br /&gt;very lor sor&lt;br /&gt;catches no ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's nice :)&lt;br /&gt;oh, but lily always leaves early.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. get it? get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 3: TIM (TAM)&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;mid-thirties?&lt;br /&gt;manager&lt;br /&gt;extremely lor sor, once, while he was lecturing us, 3 tables had finished eating and left.&lt;br /&gt;favourite phrase is "walao ehhhh -mouth must sag a bit-"&lt;br /&gt;always pleads with people to work longer hours.&lt;br /&gt;once i found it so annoying that i msged him the days and times i can work and finished off saying "please do not ask me to work any more hours." i LOLed when he replied 'ok'.&lt;br /&gt;has terrible mood swings, one moment he's totally ignoring the fact that i'm here, another he'll me telling me "eh maxmax, thanks for coming. i'm very touched" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;nicknamed TIME&lt;br /&gt;so that we can talk openly about him in front of him&lt;br /&gt;and whenever he comes into the kitchen while we're stealing food, we'll say "Time to Go" and quickly zhao, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;one day, uncle alex (the chef) was telling us about something which happened one day, "you know ah, that time i saw a can of carnation milk in my kitchen, then i thought, eh! this one not supposed to be here! who's that idiot who put here? (he's very particular about stuff in his kitchen) so ah, i went to NanNan, i asked her, you put this in my kitchen ah! then she say hor, no, it's Time put one. so ah, i went to Time and i asked him, eh Time! you put this in my kitchen ah! then you know what Time said? Time said, i where got time to put this in the kitchen!" HAHAHA, OMGGG, totally cracked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 4: ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;mid-twenties&lt;br /&gt;very stand off-ish&lt;br /&gt;when i first met her, i said "hi, i'm maxine" and she gave me a limp handshake and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;DOES NOT SPEAK ENGLISH. OMGGG.&lt;br /&gt;once i asked her whether she has tried the curry mee, and she went to order it for me for my staff lunch. &lt;br /&gt;i think she's malaysian. so my mum IS right, in malaysia, no one speaks english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 5: NanNan&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;mid-twenties&lt;br /&gt;calls all the girls 'mei nu'&lt;br /&gt;china woman&lt;br /&gt;VERY STRONG MAINLAND CHINA ACCENT&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes can't get what she's trying to say, though i would understand if she didn't have the accent. so sometimes when i don't get her, she gets irritated and i get irritated.&lt;br /&gt;but she's really nice la, so maybe i shouldn't include her as one of my case studies....&lt;br /&gt;NOT. she's still from china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow it gets better, i'd always be happy when i'd have to wash plates and not face the customers. after washing a few batches, i'd turn around and steal some ikan bilis to eat (a trick learned from amanda, she steals papadum instead) and uncle alex (the chef) is so nice to us, he always makes for us stuff to eat and scolds mona, HAHA. ok, sometimes i feel pitiful for mona, there was once where she ordered curry me and asked for less oil, then uncle purposely put more oil! hahahaha! oh wait, i shouldn't laugh, i'm supposed to feel sorry for her hor? and the kitchen is like channy's and my hideout place, we go there when we're tired/hungry/bored/whatever. ohohoh, uncle calls channy his NU ER! HAHAHA. but after a while, cus i keep on hanging out with channy, so we hang out together in the kitchen, he started calling me his nu er too. haha, but ok la, it's like a 'society status', people won't dare to mess with you cus uncle is like a self-proclaimed big boss and no one wants to mess with him. and the best part is that he lets us cook sometimes! we always like to make the french toast, haha. but after a while, we just tried making whatever we can make, toast, polo buns, our own drinks, haha, just play around with the stuff. oh but one time, i forgot to toast the garlic butter on the bread! haha, and it tasted horrrriblee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i can't stand the chef's english. once, i asked for beehoon noodles, and he scolded me cus in his dictionary, noodles refers to yellow me, beehoon is just beehoon. but after a while, i got used to it and started laughing at some of his words. he says french toast as fun toast, i think he means to say france toast or something. and you know how 'chef' is pronounced as 'shef' right? but he pronounces it literally as 'chef'. got the 'ch' sound. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i like it when jo visits us! she's always considerate enough to come during tea time when it's not crowded and she always takes pictures and jokes around. we always kena customer complaints cus we all get very excited and talk loudly la, but don't care, it's worth it. oh, and jo came up with the M&amp;M show at Old Town. M&amp;M stands for Maxine &amp; Mona. OMGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after some time, they got a dishwashing man. uncle patrick (the other chef) told me that he's from sarawak, some mountainous region. people there all look like cavemen and if you put your arm in from of his face, he'll bite it, HAHA. and he gobbles down boils eggs IN ONE BITE. scary. ok, he should be my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 5: DISHWASHER DUDE&lt;br /&gt;sarawakian&lt;br /&gt;doesn't speak english&lt;br /&gt;wears a JULIANA AGENCY shirt everyday (HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;they say he sleeps at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;thought he was rather nice but ended up scaring the shit out of me&lt;br /&gt;he probably hates me cus once he asked me to help me put back the washed cups, but cus it was very busy i didn't want to. since he couldn't speak english, he had to point to the cups and point to the shelf la, so i pretended i didn't understand and walked away. then later he scolded me, but luckily the chef scolded him back, ahah. but i scared of him liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after dishwasher dude came in, i started helping the two chefs bring out the food to put onto the counter where the servers will take them and serve. so even better, can eat more. but on sunday, which was grand opening day, the malaysian people all came down (cus Old Town is a malaysian brand) to run the place and Time took a time out (HAHA). then they totally re-numbered all the tables and i got so pissed with them. then they put me in a corner and told me "this is your area, so you just seat people in this area, take their orders and clean the tables alright?" so i continued taking food from the counter to serve and kept coming back once in a while to check on 'my area', and they kept on bringing me back to the corner and telling me the same thing, after the third time, i kinda got the idea that they don't want me serving (why the hell not?!) i felt so demoralised please! i down-graded from server, to dishwashing, to cleaning tables. last straw liao, i wanted to quit, plus old town wasn't fun anymore, everyone started to quit one by one, everyone's school is starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my next working day was today, and channy and i were supposed to quit today. all the rest told Time that we'll all be quitting by next week, so since this is my only day i can work this week, i should just quit today la. then at the last minute, channy told me that Time asked her to work during the weekends, so she said that since she's doing the weekends, she doesn't want to come in today. omg, MY LAST DAY WAS SPENT ALONEEE. with lily and mona la. but in other words, ALONEEEEE. it was a very terrifying last day. i was avoiding 3 people today. 1. dishwasher dude. cus i accidently made the EMPTY dirty cutlery box topple over, and he stared at me as if he wanted to kill me, omg, i was freaking scared la! i kept on saying sorrysorryosrry but he kept on staring! so i quickly zhao. and it was really hard avoiding him, cus i had to NOT clean tables. so whenever i saw a dirty table, i just pretended to do something else and waited for someone to clean it, haha!&lt;br /&gt;2. Time. i was avoiding Time (HAHA) cus he keep on asking me when i can work next, but actually i was gonna quit after today. 3. Mona. cus one day while casually talking to her, i told her that i'm also working at obolo. then she kept on asking a lot of qns, how much is the pay? where is it? how to go there? then i got suspicious, so i asked her why she want to know, and she said that might want to transfer there! then today she started asking me qns about obolo again. so ya, just don't talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was a pretty difficult last day. but after the lunch crowd disappeared, i went to the kitchen to hang out and uncle made for me french toast with a sausage inside! wow, so special. then i was like, uncle! very nice leh! then he started showing me his ITE cert in chinese cuisine, and started showing everyone that he got an A. haha! funny uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when my shift ended, i went to talk to Time so that i could tell him i wanted to quit. i was like "oh, the rest told u that they are only working until the end of this week right? yeah, but i can't work any other days this week so i think today will be my last day." wow, i think i quit quite graciously, HAHA. okok, anyway, he kept on pushing for me to work one more weekend, "think about it leh, just this last weekend then can go already". but i really cannot tahan! though i do feel damn guilty la. so i didn't know what to do, then i told the chef that Time didn't let me quit cus they are really very shorthanded, then he was like "aiya, they shorthanded also not your problem la! just quit la, it's the management got problem, not your problem" waah, so after that, i felt less guilty cus it is quite true. and today, i was smart and i knew that Time wouldn't let me quit, so i had a back up plan, i actually asked my mum to come at the time my shift ended, so in the end my mum talked to Time and he had no choice but to let me off. so i am free, but not exactly guilt free though. OH WELL. PICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBHzklgpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2Q98CL1WAZg/s1600-h/GetAttachment-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBHzklgpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2Q98CL1WAZg/s400/GetAttachment-36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184770304624657042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBIDklgqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/k-4oe4qeeWU/s1600-h/GetAttachment-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBIDklgqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/k-4oe4qeeWU/s400/GetAttachment-63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184770308919624354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how we sms in Old Town, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBITklgsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kJdxlfxnpnc/s1600-h/GetAttachment-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBITklgsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kJdxlfxnpnc/s400/GetAttachment-51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184770313214591682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever we do toasts, this guy would go "-philippino accent-BURRRN. BURRRRN." and we keep on trying to imitate it, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBIjklgtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/eFwkKuCg3gQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBIjklgtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/eFwkKuCg3gQ/s400/GetAttachment-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184770317509558994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channy loves her ice fire chicken ham and cheese polo buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_dzklgkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Z95VxYVfLRI/s1600-h/GetAttachment-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_dzklgkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Z95VxYVfLRI/s400/GetAttachment-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184768483558523458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_eDklglI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hu_Iga7eQNY/s1600-h/GetAttachment-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_eDklglI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hu_Iga7eQNY/s400/GetAttachment-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184768487853490770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channy made her own fun toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_eDklgmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cAZYe84YTKY/s1600-h/GetAttachment-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_eDklgmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cAZYe84YTKY/s400/GetAttachment-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184768487853490786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing a fool at the toast area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_eDklgnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/AAX9ZdP03QM/s1600-h/GetAttachment-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_eDklgnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/AAX9ZdP03QM/s400/GetAttachment-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184768487853490802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanNan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_eTklgoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wstTd9IZzCs/s1600-h/GetAttachment-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_P_eTklgoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wstTd9IZzCs/s400/GetAttachment-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184768492148458114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the fun and happy moments are more memorable than the difficult times. there's this girl who works there too, we call her SaSa, she looks 21 but she's actually 29. and she's really nice, every day i come in and i give her a 'hello' kinda hug, and once, munir and chien (two other servers our age) saw and they were like, errr...then they started acting all gay! hahaha, idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg, there's a customer who totally looks like Lim Mui Mui! and she comes quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's also another customer who one day just came in and started pointing at me and telling his friends "ah, ya ya, this girl, last time she recommended me some stuff, wah, very ncie to eat leh!" and he kept going on and on when i don't think i've ever saw him before. actually i think he probably got the wrong person. but anyway, his friends kept on teasing me about it la, whenever i'm bringing food to the table, they will all go, "eh eh, xiao mei lai le." and they will start nudging him. then after that day, he came back yet again! with the same friends too. and that day he decided to adopt me. IT'S NOT FUNNY OKAY, OMG. like does this look like an orphanage to you?! and he told channy that i am his adopted god-daughter. HAHAHA, ok yes, it's damn hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-7457398455008551835?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/7457398455008551835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=7457398455008551835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7457398455008551835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7457398455008551835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-go.html' title='Time to Go'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R_QBHzklgpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2Q98CL1WAZg/s72-c/GetAttachment-36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-3872675990251797302</id><published>2008-03-27T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:36:59.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's this life anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmv-NIYzstg&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmv-NIYzstg&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm addicted to this song and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and i think the green border is so funny, it's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3872675990251797302?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3872675990251797302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3872675990251797302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3872675990251797302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3872675990251797302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-this-life-anyway.html' title='what&apos;s this life anyway?'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4382187423054588406</id><published>2008-03-25T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:25:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chryssy</title><content type='html'>spent chrys' last fews days in sg with her, think it was her fourth last day when we went to ice cream chefs for the last time. called the rest along but only qian could come. chrys bought the bigger cup, she said since it'll be her last one. when we all finished, qian poured all her coins on the table and went "OMG! i have money for another cup!" so we all bought a second cup. C: walked back to siglap where we decided to hang out at chrys' place. we played with her rabbit and swung on her swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrys' second last day, all of us managed to gather at her place to watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants again and eat cake and ice cream and chips and drink pokka green tea. we couldn't stay over cus she had no place for us to sleep, her baggage and stuff were everywhereeee.  we left only at 3.30am! walked out to the main road where we got a cab to my place to give them a place to sleep (haha, they sound homeless here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they left earlyearly cus i had ballet, after ballet, went straight to the airport to see chrys off. i had no idea so many people knew that we are the asswipers. just us beck qian and i sat on a table and people went, "that's the asswiper table". and so many people came! her 4/7ers, her CJCsians, her church friends and even her pastor came! just outside the 'Have a Nice Trip!/Bon Voyage!', we all started to take group pictures and when chrys was saying goodbye to her grandmother, chrys cried! honestly i think i'd rather her cry cus of her granny than any of us. i think i would cry if i had to say bye to my granny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the asses made a scrapbook for her, we put in soo much of effort and time, qian had to come over to my place about 5 times to do it! (my place cus i had all the art stuff and decorations and rubbish here) for the last page, we even sewed the ribbons on it, and we made sure it was sooo nice. becky also downloaded the song Leaving on a Jet Plane and we played it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrystalchrystalchrystalchrystalchrystalIMISSYOUFREAKINGHELLALOT. before she left we made sure there was still some way of communicating with each other, i added her on skype, talked about going to look for my webcam, told her to blog more often but chrys has not been online for the past few days (maybe she doesn't have wireless in aussie) and it feels as if she's dead! when chrys was in sg, there could be times when i don't even talk to her for about a week and it feels okay cus there'll always be her name up there on my msn online people list. and now, since i know that she is in aussie, it feels as if she's soooo far awayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chryssssss, skype/email/webcam/call/text/message/blog/snail-mail/do something! irritating ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4382187423054588406?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4382187423054588406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4382187423054588406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4382187423054588406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4382187423054588406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/03/chryssy.html' title='chryssy'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4122002443968292233</id><published>2008-03-11T01:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:10:23.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freeeely freeeeeely</title><content type='html'>the asswipers had our last marathon last sat. it definitely wasn't the last marathon ever, but i can't help feeling that it &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; the last of something. the last of the year? last of the month? the week? we included our farewell to chrys in it too, so this is one which i really need to blog about. i forewarn you that it'll be really long and detailed and might not even concern you but i don't care cus it's more for me to remember it. and also cus this is my blog and i can do whatever i like with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogay, so weeks before the thing, we planned the thing online. initial plan: tell chrys that the marathon starts at 3 at becky's, but actually, we go to crash and surprise her at her house at 2. chrys skips church that day and go with becky to her church the next morning. afterwards, continue with marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, a lot of problems popped up like, chrys can't skip church cus she has to show her face cus she hasn't showed it for the past two weeks. it was sooo hard to work around this, so in the end, we ended up with this plan: errrr... dunno leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the day itself, becky and qian came over to PLAN. it was so last minute. then we just decided that we would all go to becky's at 8, after chry's church, like any normal marathon, have fun, and at the end, go home. THEN we crash chrys' place to surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then becky realised that she will be locked out of her house until 9, so we were gonna leave my place at 8. so we told chrys to come at 9, but around 8.30, chrys called to say that she's on her way to becky's house, but we were all still at my place! so we begged my dad to drive us all the way to potong pasir, where we almost died in a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that was really close, when we reached becky's house then chrys just reached too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at becky's house, after each of us bathed, chrys and i changed our shirts and surprised becky and qian with our home made ASSWIPER SHIRTS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9WM777xy1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/eybvDtv7eTk/s1600-h/azzieee(2)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9WM777xy1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/eybvDtv7eTk/s400/azzieee(2)+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176198308060842834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaay, it is a picture of some of the charaters of the movies we've watched with our faces inculcated among them! our timing was a bit off la cus they were playing mahjong online and becks couldn't take her eyes off the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after they all put the shirts on, and they were like "who what where how when?" i accidently let out that while becky n qian were at my house (to plan the surprise earlier that day) i disappeared for a while to iron the shirts. then suddenly chrys went "HUH? WHEN WERE THEY AT YOUR HOUSE WITHOUT MEEE?!" oh mannn, i really didn't know what to say, and i said the only thing i could think of, which was also extremely stupid and i didn't think she would buy it, i said "eh?? oh wait, wait! it's not becks n qian! it's audrey and clarissa!!" HAHAHA, SO STUUUPIDDDDD. but she took it, so that makes her stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took some pics in our shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9aviL7xy8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/OpYbIyFC-dY/s1600-h/590,442-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9aviL7xy8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/OpYbIyFC-dY/s400/590,442-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176517823562894274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9WST77xy7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/PA_RRkNCrFw/s1600-h/442,442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9WST77xy7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/PA_RRkNCrFw/s400/442,442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176204217935842226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9avib7xy9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/aEswQENtw7M/s1600-h/590,442-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9avib7xy9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/aEswQENtw7M/s400/590,442-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176517827857861586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely candid. they look like Hiro Nakaruma and flying mun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9avir7xy-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/T0HVuMPzGU4/s1600-h/590,442-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9avir7xy-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/T0HVuMPzGU4/s400/590,442-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176517832152828898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this time round, guess how many movies we watched! -drum rollssssssssss- erm... -ddrum rollssssss againnnnnnn-&lt;br /&gt;TWO! ahahahah, we are getting old and tired, we only lasted two movies. The Sisterhood Of Travelling Pants which is actually quite apt for the occasion, and Sprited Away. it's so random, but it's suchhhh a nice movie, only jap animators can make up such strange storylines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up the next day at i'm-not-going-to-tell-you-the-time-cus-it's-very-em to go to church, chrys went with becks to her church and qian went with me to mass at some church near becky's. it was rather old, with no air con, no powerpoint slide screens and slow speaking balding priests, but it was really quaint and homey and the choir was pretty good. i remember that in our attempt to dress decently for church, chrys had to borrow beck's jeans (which turned into three quarts), while qian and i borrowed her school skirts cus all we had were fbts, it was so hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church we went to eat lunch at Kenny Rogers and then we all separated into different ways by giving the excuse that becks has part two of church and it also really helped when her church friends so happened to pass by Kenny Rogers, and becks went, "oh! i better go now, my friends are here" (we have seriously lied a lot a lot these two days, but for the sake of having a surprise, it doesn't count as a sin right? riiiight? heheh.) anyway, that morning, while chrys was in the toilet, i also got to look into chrystal's phone to steal her mother's number so that we could ask her mum to make sure she goes home after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrystal's mum was so hilarious! when she came to pick her up, i asked, "so what are ya'll gonna do now? gonna go home?" and her mum was like, "no, what are YOURRR plans? -eyes widened, bouncing her eyebrows-" omggggg, never collaborate with parents in your surprises, they can't pretend for nuts. and she did it a few other times too! the widening eyes and bouncing eyebrows thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so qian and i met becks at cityhall where we went back to my place to collect the ice cream we made for chrys. we have also asked chrys' mum to leave the doors open so that we could sneak in, we also asked her to keep chrys in her room upstairs. we ALSO asked her to delete all the msges from me, haha! we reached her place and it was so exciting! we let ourselves in through the gate but to find out her front door was locked! had to call her mum to open it for us. so we crawled up the stairs to her mum's room where she was watching tv and we could tell that her mum was SOO excited too! she was creeping behind us and giggling a lot, hahaha! outside the room, we counted to three and jumped in and screamed "SURPRISEEE!" chrys was on her parent's bed wrapped in the blanket watching some cheena show and half asleep! omg, so funnyyyyyyy, definitely caught her at a bad time, hahaha. we went down and let everything out, from all the loop holes (which were freaking hell a lot la!) and all our plans. i bet chrys was feeling damn ashamed she failed to see through our really huge loop holes. we then dug into the ice cream we made for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we initially couldn't decide on what flavour to make, until we became fed up and decided to think of an interesting name and a flavour to fit it, like the drink 'Sex On The Beach', HAHA. so we obviously thought of 'Asswipers', so from that name, we decided on banana ice cream with chocolate chips and strawberries. the description? TPUOYAASAWHM. or somewhere along the lines... that's the acronym for it cus it was simply too much to bear, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9axYr7xy_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/IeqwlbACglw/s1600-h/332,442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9axYr7xy_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/IeqwlbACglw/s400/332,442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176519859377392626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! spot the 'C' for Chrystal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9axZL7xzAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/I3NfJg9cXfg/s1600-h/590,442-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9axZL7xzAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/I3NfJg9cXfg/s400/590,442-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176519867967327234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9axZb7xzBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ybkjYqqkH0w/s1600-h/590,442-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9axZb7xzBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ybkjYqqkH0w/s400/590,442-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176519872262294546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dig dig dig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9axZb7xzCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/LPd_rD6caLI/s1600-h/590,442-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9axZb7xzCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/LPd_rD6caLI/s400/590,442-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176519872262294562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we went around to take pics and i realised that i will really miss her house on Third Street on a hill and her cute swing where we often swung and the many cats around and lingering 'filippino maids', HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9azv77xzDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oJ35MQaxU0U/s1600-h/590,442-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9azv77xzDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oJ35MQaxU0U/s400/590,442-26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176522457832606770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9azwb7xzEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ApjMgbqSOHM/s1600-h/590,442-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9azwb7xzEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ApjMgbqSOHM/s400/590,442-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176522466422541378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9azwr7xzFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DNTatSSlAVA/s1600-h/590,442-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9azwr7xzFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DNTatSSlAVA/s400/590,442-36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176522470717508690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swing swing from the tangles of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9a1-r7xzKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IuEFZfxMLb8/s1600-h/332,442-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9a1-r7xzKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IuEFZfxMLb8/s400/332,442-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176524910258932898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with chrys' trampoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9a1-r7xzLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xJNnRF6Y6E8/s1600-h/332,442-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9a1-r7xzLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xJNnRF6Y6E8/s400/332,442-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176524910258932914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9a4gr7xzMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2-Gts-FU_Gk/s1600-h/332,442-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9a4gr7xzMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2-Gts-FU_Gk/s400/332,442-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176527693397740738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went for steamboat dinner treated by chrys' parents at bugis, after which they sent us home and on the way to becky's house, we drove through Little India where it was really crowded and the Bangalas still think they're in Bangladesh and anyhow cross the roads. i was very scared that we would hit some of them. they should get light sticks as a night time road crossing safety precaution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, some of our very huge loop holes and also the lies we told chrys:&lt;br /&gt;when becky went to meet chrys at the mrt station, she got down from a bus coming from the wrong direction cus she was supposed to be coming from her school rugby tounament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we called chrys' mum to ask her to open the front door, apparently chrys said that she noticed that the tone of her voice changed and it struck her as weird cus her mother rarely talks like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taking chrys' phone to look for her mother's number, i realised i forgot to return her PDA stylus! omg, when chrys came out of the toilet, it was still on the table and i quickly took it and hid it. becks had to go "eh can ya'll pack all your stuff in my roomm?!" so that she could return it, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the secrets i've been talking about in my posts is actually about the surprise and the shirts. i know all of ya'll will go CHEYYYY cus everyone expects a secret to be really juicy, but these ones arn't. it's just that it's really exciting for me to keep such big plans to myself. hehhehhehhehheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie: at kenny rogers, we came to the topic of ice cream and qian went "eh you have an ice cream maker right! i wanna try it someday, it's so cool. yeah, we should make ice cream sometime" when we have already made ice cream for chrys.&lt;br /&gt;i also mentioned that i will dread the next time i see becks cus i have to pass her all her clothes and shoes she lent us to wear to church, when we are actually going to see her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, this post took me two hours to recall everything and note it down. i haven't even uploaded the pics cus blogger is being irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt; edit &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally done with it! it's took me two days manzzz. asswipers, if ya'll manage to read everything, i salut you man! if any of ya'll who arn't an asswipe managed to read everything, you're just plain stupid. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt; /edit &gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know, this isn't the end of the asswipers! infinite Xs and Os!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4122002443968292233?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4122002443968292233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4122002443968292233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4122002443968292233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4122002443968292233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/03/freeeely-freeeeeely.html' title='freeeely freeeeeely'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R9WM777xy1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/eybvDtv7eTk/s72-c/azzieee(2)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-3890396442510811361</id><published>2008-03-07T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:02:16.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHAH.</title><content type='html'>yesterday, worked at Obolo and a customer came in. he talked in chinese but he was really friendly. we chatted a while until we came to the subject of Mas Selamat.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Mas Selamat is in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh, they found him already?&lt;br /&gt;C: no. but we know he is in Malaysia cus when you go to Malaysia, they will say "Selamat Datang", they are welcoming Selamat.&lt;br /&gt;M:AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, he is so funny i swear. before he came in, i could see through the glass door that he was loading some kind of machine into his van. come to think of it, it looked like a high-tech sanitary pad bin, but ANYWAY, when he came into the shop, i thought he came to deliver stuff (hmm, maybe a sanitary pad bin?) haha, at first he bought some cakes and while i was packing the food, he asked "you not studying ah" (everything he said was in chinese btw) and i said that i just finished Os. then he started talking about teenagers and how old people like him don't understand them. he has a daughter and he wonders why she's always going out, chatting on msn and why her phone bills are so high. then i was like, we do these cus it COOL what. hahaha, then he said, so having so many piercings also cool ah, go steal things also cool, later then become like Mas Selamat. and so that was how he came to tell me that super lame and funny joke. haha, he's so funny! when he was leaving, he was like, funny right! must tell all your friends hah! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love working at Obolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighzzz, i have work at Old Town Cafe tomorrow in the afternoon, then work at Obolo from evening to night. why do i torture myself as such??? it's not as if i need the money, they are shorthanded and i just decided to help them out (jo seems like she's really suffering there) what's worse is that jo is not working tomorrowww. i usually start work at Old Town at 11 but jo starts at 12, but from 11-12, i'd feel totally dead and suddenly when jo comes at 12, work is suddenly really fun! i don't know what i'd do if jo doesn't work there, working at Old town is really difficult, it's not as if the staff are unfriendly (though Obolo staff are so much more fun to work with), &lt;u&gt;most of the time&lt;/u&gt; they are rather nice. but it's more of the customers and the embience at Old town which really sucks. it's so uncouth and hawker center like, and all the taitais and office men go there and they demand so much of you. and all the time they are calling on you, bring me chilli, bring me water, why the food take so long to come. and the place is really unhygienic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at Obolo, it's so sophisticated and people are nice all the time. they go there and take their time, create conversation and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh, something else that's funny happened at obolo yesterday, i went to work in my new EDC pants and i really like them, so i felt really cool. and happy. and stuff. until my boss told me that the price tag was still sticking out at the back! OMG, and you know how EDC price tags are BRIGHT RED and HUGE. now everyone will know that i got my pants for 50% off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, since i'm in the mood to tell jokes, here's something funny which happened after ballet one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum came to pick me up and papaya was sitting in the front seat. my gosh i tell you, he gets so fat headed whenever he sits in front, he'll go, "HAHA, i'm sitting in front and you have to sit behind" or, if i say something random to my mum, he'll go "you dunno anything la" and he'll say other things which shows that he thinks he's much greater than you and you just wanna stuff his neck into an isqueeze. and all my mum does is go "stop it/keep quiet/raphyyyy". ch'yeah, as if that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that day, i got so fed up and went "MUUUUM, he's being such a B.I.T.C.H." and i expected her to scold me or say "MAX. STOP IT." but omg, guess what she said. she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that term is for girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3890396442510811361?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3890396442510811361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3890396442510811361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3890396442510811361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3890396442510811361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahah.html' title='AHAH.'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-1189376097602227002</id><published>2008-03-05T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:10:44.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scarred, scared, sacred</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wnRjiamXgs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wnRjiamXgs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note&lt;br /&gt;That said "use these down to your bones"&lt;br /&gt;And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him&lt;br /&gt;I thought "this one knows better than I do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle&lt;br /&gt;He tried to cut me so I'd fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could've gone?&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?&lt;br /&gt;And so that I do remember to never go that far,&lt;br /&gt;Could you leave me with a scar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next one came with a bag of treats, she smelled like sugar and&lt;br /&gt;spoke like the sea&lt;br /&gt;And she told me don't trust them, trust me&lt;br /&gt;Then she pulled at my stitches one by one, looked at my insides clicking&lt;br /&gt;her tongue and said&lt;br /&gt;"This will all have to come undone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle&lt;br /&gt;She tried to blunt me so I'd fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?&lt;br /&gt;And so that I do remember to never go that far,&lt;br /&gt;Could you leave me with a scar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You can bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?&lt;br /&gt;And so that I do remember to never go that far,&lt;br /&gt;Could you leave me with a scar?&lt;br /&gt;Could you leave me with a scar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah, i know this is rather old but it's a really great one hit wonder that never dies. haha, i think she's a butch though, you can kinda see from the lyrics. okok yes, she is, everyone is talking about it in the comments for another music video for this song which is like 10 mins plus but i didn't post it cus i don't want to bore you people. you can go look for it if you want to, it's the first thing which pops up after you click search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i think she looks a lot like Dani from A Shot At Love, she even has that little swoop upwards at the tips of her fringe, like Dani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, theresse, i hope you're enjoying yourself in Philippines. i can't believe you didn't say bye to me! i miss youu.&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1189376097602227002?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1189376097602227002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1189376097602227002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1189376097602227002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1189376097602227002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/03/scarred-scared-sacred.html' title='scarred, scared, sacred'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-2720442328367976255</id><published>2008-03-04T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:48:05.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>i feel a sense of loss. you'd probably laugh at me once you hear why, but heck la, we all need to laugh at each other's losses once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have cut down the trees some distance away from my house, just so that the new condo they've just built could have a better view. i saw them cut the trees down. they're really tall trees, with white barks and droopy leaves, but for the whole twelve years i've been living here, they have been there. for the whole twelve years i've been daydreaming out of the window, they have been what i've been staring at. and every time it rains, i open the window slightly and feel the wind blowing in my face, the same wind which makes the trees sway to the side. while i've been staring at these trees, i've thought of some very stupid things i could do and some really ingenious ideas. now, i have nothing to stare at except some topless beer bellied old man hanging his underwear out to dry on his balcony of the condo with it's plain white washed walls. i look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a very lame and emo post, you may LOLz/LMAO/ROFL at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-2720442328367976255?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-8667714214319825517</id><published>2008-03-01T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:44:55.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have a cute bum</title><content type='html'>head?&lt;br /&gt;or heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head over heart. heart over head. &lt;br /&gt;daeh revo traeh. traeh revo daeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't knowwww.&lt;br /&gt;i can't trust my head.&lt;br /&gt;in primary 5, my chinese teacher used to say,&lt;br /&gt;"NI YONG BI GU XIANG AH?"&lt;br /&gt;(YOU USE YOUR ASS TO THINK AH?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a smart ass.&lt;br /&gt;it keeps trying to take over my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never has it been so hard to follow my heart.&lt;br /&gt;that's what everyone says,&lt;br /&gt;"follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;follow you heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, let me just see YOU follow your heart when it's not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;it just sits there and THUMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like...money or pride?&lt;br /&gt;pride can't get you food.&lt;br /&gt;thus, heart can't get you food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go with head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you trust Justin Timberlake?&lt;br /&gt;he told me to go with head.&lt;br /&gt;"GO HEAD BE BOLD WITH IT."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-8667714214319825517?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/8667714214319825517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=8667714214319825517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8667714214319825517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8667714214319825517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-have-cute-bum.html' title='you have a cute bum'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-1503619600567368375</id><published>2008-02-29T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:17:31.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY LEAP DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obolo was pretty quiet today for a friday afternoon, i bet everyone went to watch Leap Year. everytime i work at Obolo, the radio would be tuned to Class 95 and they like to advertise Leap Year a hell lot and now i want to watch it, haha. but i think the tradition is pretty dumb. i wonder who's that idiot who started it, like who died and made HIM the tradition maker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i know why this day is called Leap Day (it IS called Leap Day, i read it up on wikipedia).&lt;br /&gt;it's because of all the just-engaged women who LEAP for joy. ahah. ahah. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also because of all the just-(forced)-engaged men who LEAP off the highest floors of HDB blocks. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A HAPPY LEAP DAY!&lt;br /&gt;ps, i hope lalas propose to you today.&lt;br /&gt;happy leaping! (be it for joy or off buildings)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1503619600567368375?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1503619600567368375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1503619600567368375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1503619600567368375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1503619600567368375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap.html' title='Leap!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-629087962733822368</id><published>2008-02-28T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:50:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>qu'est-ce qu'on fait?</title><content type='html'>how do you define a secret?&lt;br /&gt;is it something which you wish no one knew?&lt;br /&gt;or is it something which no one knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was my last lesson of french today!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do now...&lt;br /&gt;i have some knowledge of french but no use for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except to put french phrases as my title.&lt;br /&gt;but then no one will know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must migrate to france.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-629087962733822368?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/629087962733822368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=629087962733822368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/629087962733822368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/629087962733822368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/02/quest-ce-quon-fait.html' title='qu&apos;est-ce qu&apos;on fait?'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-1399312603879310923</id><published>2008-02-24T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:31:44.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret</title><content type='html'>oh maaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;i have a secret!&lt;br /&gt;and it's a very secretive secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the secret being secretive is a secret too.&lt;br /&gt;but the secrecy of the secretive secret being a secret is not very high.&lt;br /&gt;because even if people knew that the secret was secretive,&lt;br /&gt;the secret which is secretive will still remain a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the secret is soo secretive that i can't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i can't.&lt;br /&gt;because it's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;which is secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even go, &lt;br /&gt;"hey, don't tell anyone hor, but blahblahblahblahblah"&lt;br /&gt;and then they can't go up to someone else and go, &lt;br /&gt;"hey, i'm not supposed to tell anyone, but i'm gonna tell u anyway.&lt;br /&gt;u don't tell anyone hor, but blahblahblahblahblah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. this secret which is secretive is so secretive that i just wanna BURST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell everyoneeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;cus it's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;which is secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i won't tell you my secret.&lt;br /&gt;which is secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;CAN&lt;/b&gt; tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;i just farted&lt;/font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;that was not the secret which is so secretive that it is a secretive secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;my secretive secret still remains as secretive as the secretive secret ever was secretive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1399312603879310923?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1399312603879310923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1399312603879310923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1399312603879310923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1399312603879310923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/02/secret.html' title='secret'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-6463414358619219345</id><published>2008-02-22T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T03:08:54.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're gonna kill ourselves one day</title><content type='html'>i am getting quite worried at the state the world is in now. late last year, the prices of land and property sky rocketed. about a month ago, i saw the news, and inflation was up to 25% (that is freaking hell a lot la. cadbury chocolate which used to be $3.60 is now $4.75). about last week, the newspapers reported a shortage of milk. on monday, newspapers reported a shortage of RICE. how ever can we live without rice? NO MORE CHICKEN RICE!!! this is serious i tell you. we may be able to substitue the rice with noodles or potatoes, but hell, it won't be chicken rice anymore, it'll be CHICKEN NOODLES! i don't want chicken noodles! WE ARE GOING TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, you all better start recycling paper and your aluminium cans and &lt;b&gt;stop taking so many paper bags!&lt;/b&gt; i know that saving the environment has nothing to do with anything i said above (because it is probably the 'gar-ment's fault) but just do it anyway. if we all don't get killed by the 'gar-ment', we'd kill ourselves with global warming some day. and if you don't do it, &lt;b&gt;i kill u!&lt;/b&gt; (achmed style man)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6463414358619219345?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6463414358619219345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6463414358619219345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6463414358619219345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6463414358619219345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-gonna-kill-ourselves-one-day.html' title='we&apos;re gonna kill ourselves one day'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-8188472537529401072</id><published>2008-02-16T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:17:21.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lie Behind The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Maxine Genevieve Ngooi Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly sexy and sensual. You have a naughty vibe that no one can ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an unquenchable desire. And you are unrestrained in your passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tendency to be unfaithful. Whether you fight it or give in to it is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&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;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&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;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;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true or not, true or not? haha, i don't think some parts are, ethel did it too n i guess it was rather true? but it can't be that accurate cus it's just a NAME right? how can you tell things about you just from your name? i dunno. hahahaha, you tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-8188472537529401072?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/8188472537529401072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=8188472537529401072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8188472537529401072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8188472537529401072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/02/lie-behind-truth.html' title='The Lie Behind The Truth'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-2321569075641866402</id><published>2008-02-13T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T03:08:48.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it came, stayed a while, and then it left</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry for my emosity, haha. i have no idea what it was, it could have been a really bad pms, or maybe cus of my results, or maybe i just had too much free time, but it was my longest and moodiest blahs i ever had. who knows how long it would have lasted if i hadn't gotten so bored, i started reading this book called "The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens". haha, sounds dumb, but apparently there were a lot of good reviews about it and it's pretty entertaining to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, cheena new year was better than i expected. i usually hate travelling down to Malaysia cus i always get really bad car sickness (5 hour car ride! kena sai) and it's horrible when that happens cus u can't stop and just gotta keep going no matter how sick you are and how long more the trip is gonna last. and i had the worst experience ever the last time i went down cus it was car sickness PLUS food poisoning from most probably bad oysters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally understand the people who always go out with their cousins and have sleepovers and stuff. i went shopping with two of my cousins and the first thing they said when we stepped into the mall was "let's go to Guess". i was so shocked and happy, i wanted to throw a celebration party. i kinda expected them to say "let's go to bossini" or something. when we went into Guess, i asked them whether they like to pick out random clothes and try them on even though they know they're not gonna buy it, but just to see whether they look nice in it. they stared at me stunned la, and they were like "wth, no la. i think if one of customers did that, i'd be damn angry". heh. heh. heh. oh well, better than going to bossini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping in Malaysia is rather scary. i bought a skirt for RM69 (S$34.50) which i've seen in SG and costs S$36, and a top for RM39 (S$19.50). btw, they're just rough conversions, i am not sure about the current conversion rate, SG got inflation. well anyway, individually, when you convert them to sing bucks, don't you think they are quite reasonable prices? but when i went to pay for them, the total was RM108 and i got the shock of life. then i mentally calculated the price to S$, i realised it's not that expensive. then i bought ice cream from baskin robbins and it was 7 bucks. wah, ice cream made of gold isit? but after converting it, it's quite reasonable. haiyur, don't shop in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i learnt how to play poker! at first i was pretty scared to play cus on one side, the kiddies were playing Bingo, and the other side, the old scheeming and experienced adults are playing poker. hell, i'm not gonna play with the babies, so i sat next to my uncle and watched him play. hey, does anyone believe in beginners' luck? i think i do. cus my dad just gave me money and was like play la, just play. so i did, but i wasn't even sure of the rules yet, so i got my dad to write down the sequence of importance of cards and stuff. so i tried to play, while keeping reference to the list. then surprisingly, i kept getting really good cards, i even got 4 cards of the same number in one hand! then another uncle came into the room and he said "wow! playing poker with all the big sharks ah", then an uncle who was playing in the game said "yeah, and she's beating all the sharks." heeeee, i think i profitted about RM40 until an aunt came into the game and then she started beating all of us. heh, but she never had four cards of the same number in one hand, HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that night, i was supposed to go to my other grandparents' place where most likely my aunt would be playing mahjong. omg, i was so looking forward to it! i love mahjong. but my Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. bra-ther, had to get into a fight with one of my cousins and he accidently KE-TOK his head against the chair, went all pale and started vomiting. my dad freaked out and brought him to the hospital where he had a CT scan. in the end it was nothing. STUUUUPIDDDDDD. so in the end we pushed off going there to the next day where all the mahjong kaki went home already, and i heard that they were playing mahjong throughout the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting &lt;strike&gt;quite&lt;/strike&gt; extremely irritated by my bra-ther. all through the stupid 5 hour ride home, he was so annoying, especially when he started going "are we there yet? are we there yet? are we there yet?" it is really horrible being stuck sitting next to him in the same car, in a really tiny space, for five freaking hours. he is really yucky too. he farts a lot and picks his nose and eats his nose-shit. even eye-shit too. disguuuuuuustinggggggg. and today, i was in my room, and i saw him run through my room to go into my toilet where i heard him washing his hands. then i heard a different water-flowing kinda sound so i went to see what he was doing, then i found him peeing in my shower area. OMGABCXYZ, i screeeeeamedddddddd &lt;strike&gt;for ice cream!&lt;/strike&gt; at him and got my maid to scrub the floors with soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R7HtNswz5AI/AAAAAAAAASw/raK4QMb3Suc/s1600-h/P9120546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R7HtNswz5AI/AAAAAAAAASw/raK4QMb3Suc/s400/P9120546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166171067180639234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone PLEEEEEEEEASE take him away! i'd pay you to take him away, do whatever you like with him, i don't care. btw, yes, that IS a diaper on his head. he put it on himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-2321569075641866402?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/2321569075641866402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=2321569075641866402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2321569075641866402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2321569075641866402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-came-stayed-while-and-then-it-left.html' title='it came, stayed a while, and then it left'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R7HtNswz5AI/AAAAAAAAASw/raK4QMb3Suc/s72-c/P9120546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-3328557479724057946</id><published>2008-02-02T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:28:03.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shrivelled french fries</title><content type='html'>i hate barbeques and parties, i hate people, i hate dreams. my only dream is to become a lonely spinster with 57 cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R6R7OZ44TgI/AAAAAAAAASo/Xy8LsDorowY/s1600-h/P1312073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R6R7OZ44TgI/AAAAAAAAASo/Xy8LsDorowY/s400/P1312073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162386560271273474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really cold tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3328557479724057946?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3328557479724057946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3328557479724057946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3328557479724057946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3328557479724057946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/02/shrivelled-french-fries.html' title='shrivelled french fries'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R6R7OZ44TgI/AAAAAAAAASo/Xy8LsDorowY/s72-c/P1312073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-611381508174238949</id><published>2008-01-29T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:31:02.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunnies from theresse</title><content type='html'>theresse, this is for you&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R54DC544TeI/AAAAAAAAASY/mGj0VXJmDJo/s1600-h/P1111939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R54DC544TeI/AAAAAAAAASY/mGj0VXJmDJo/s400/P1111939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160565571447180770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R54DDZ44TfI/AAAAAAAAASg/S2o-m-WYW1M/s1600-h/P1111944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R54DDZ44TfI/AAAAAAAAASg/S2o-m-WYW1M/s400/P1111944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160565580037115378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also wearing the anna sui lipgloss from the asswipers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-611381508174238949?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/611381508174238949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=611381508174238949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/611381508174238949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/611381508174238949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunnies-from-theresse.html' title='sunnies from theresse'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R54DC544TeI/AAAAAAAAASY/mGj0VXJmDJo/s72-c/P1111939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-1326803803137609329</id><published>2008-01-26T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:21:44.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assa wia pera</title><content type='html'>truth be told, the results made me feel pretty useless. looking back at my whole secondary school life, i feel as if i don't have any talents. i wasn't a very good prefect, i was just an average clarinetist and my studies arn't so great. i don't even have leadership skills. even though i was president of Legion, an assistant section leader in band and i was in CAC as well, i didn't bring the Legion or clarinetist far at all, and i barely contributed to CAC. i don't seem to be great at anything i've tried so far, nor have interest in anything. ok, just let me brood over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to start a korean serial drama to take my mind of things but i realised that i can't push the results out of my head just yet cus i still have to choose a school. so i met the asswipers yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met them at  cityhall and treated becks to Max Brenners' SUCKAO. ahah, it was good. then we walked around and took a lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4Xp44TZI/AAAAAAAAARw/3PXle3eTCQE/s1600-h/P1232041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4Xp44TZI/AAAAAAAAARw/3PXle3eTCQE/s400/P1232041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159709408371428754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel got me these sunnies for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4X544TaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/B3S0HtCxwcY/s1600-h/P1232044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4X544TaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/B3S0HtCxwcY/s400/P1232044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159709412666396066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them, they're green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4YJ44TbI/AAAAAAAAASA/bTkRpiPzi_c/s1600-h/P1232067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4YJ44TbI/AAAAAAAAASA/bTkRpiPzi_c/s400/P1232067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159709416961363378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4Yp44TcI/AAAAAAAAASI/tcJiHeWgMLE/s1600-h/P1232071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4Yp44TcI/AAAAAAAAASI/tcJiHeWgMLE/s400/P1232071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159709425551297986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncanny resemblence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4Y544TdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qe9cvtGGRTc/s1600-h/P1232076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4Y544TdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qe9cvtGGRTc/s400/P1232076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159709429846265298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spastic kid with purple tongue.&lt;br /&gt;then went over to Chrys' house and we prank called people. we first called becks' classmate, some mat, pretending to be a bimbo, but he wasn't very fun. then we called isaball, she didn't pick up the phone saying "YO WAD UP". it was pretty funny, we pretended to be an ah beng asking her out. but she knew it was a prank and asked us to call macs instead, haha. then we called AUDREY LIAW. we pretended to be 93.3FM and spoke in chinese. SHE BELIEVED. SHE FREAKING BELIEVED. we asked her to answer a question and if she got it right, she would win a thousand bucks. we asked her for the singer of some chinese song, AND SHE GOOGLED IT UP. HAHAHAHA. omg la, isaball is smarter than audrey in prank calls! AUDREY DAMN STOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a movie marathong. we watched love wrecked, eragon, no reservations, white noise (i didn't watch this, i had ballet) and finding nemo. finding nemo was becks' idea cus of ellen, my goodnessss. then everyone had to leave for their own whatevers and furthermores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1326803803137609329?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1326803803137609329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1326803803137609329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1326803803137609329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1326803803137609329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/assa-wia-pera.html' title='assa wia pera'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5r4Xp44TZI/AAAAAAAAARw/3PXle3eTCQE/s72-c/P1232041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-202203030049017582</id><published>2008-01-25T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T04:17:36.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5jyN544TOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/J8h87eFi99c/s1600-h/P1172015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5jyN544TOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/J8h87eFi99c/s400/P1172015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159139693844516066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD HAIR DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-202203030049017582?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/202203030049017582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=202203030049017582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/202203030049017582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/202203030049017582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/nyeh.html' title='nyeh'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5jyN544TOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/J8h87eFi99c/s72-c/P1172015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-6132034128837187265</id><published>2008-01-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:10:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shuttinggg</title><content type='html'>blahblehblablahbslaehbrleha. yeah, just ignore my last post la huh, it's just for me to let out my obsessionism and for you to kill boredom (you might get more bored reading it though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LAST PIC! BAHAHAHAHA.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5dmnJ44TNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/37k1-3PrFPc/s1600-h/go+eun+chan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5dmnJ44TNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/37k1-3PrFPc/s400/go+eun+chan4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158704721031613650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6132034128837187265?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6132034128837187265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6132034128837187265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6132034128837187265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6132034128837187265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/shuttinggg.html' title='shuttinggg'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5dmnJ44TNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/37k1-3PrFPc/s72-c/go+eun+chan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-6911110933950236227</id><published>2008-01-23T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:51:08.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed</title><content type='html'>i'm going crazy. crazy crazy crazy. i even know what crazy is in korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just loveeeee these korean serial dramas! i can't stand it anymore man. and especially korean serial dramas cus they're always really funny and i love to hear them speak the language and i think the korean actresses are all so cool, and the guy actors actually look like guys &lt;b&gt;most of the time&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the language is sooo nice to hear, and it's funny too cus sometimes you'll hear the occasional throaty phelgm words, and the actresses don't have high squeeky voices when they speak. oh man, it almost makes me want to learn korean, it's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, these korean actresses always seem so pretty and skinny.&lt;br /&gt;this is Yoo Rin from My Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq2NItdaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YaR2sOLMvLE/s1600-h/ju+yoo+rin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq2NItdaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YaR2sOLMvLE/s320/ju+yoo+rin1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158357533926978978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my girl! her eyes are sooo huge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq2tItdbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4ahNrI2pEpk/s1600-h/ju+yoo+rin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq2tItdbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4ahNrI2pEpk/s320/ju+yoo+rin2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158357542516913586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they can go even bigger when she's shocked. they're like two satelite dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i have nothing better to do, i wondered whether my eyes can be as huge as hers. don't laugh ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq3NItdcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VFrY_Ztsp5Q/s1600-h/P1172016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq3NItdcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VFrY_Ztsp5Q/s320/P1172016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158357551106848194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i look like a korean actress to you?&lt;br /&gt;AHAH. AHAH. AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Eun Chan from Coffee Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq3dItddI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TYsoUNJyQYk/s1600-h/go+eun+chan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq3dItddI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TYsoUNJyQYk/s320/go+eun+chan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158357555401815506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq3tItdeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aQBCXBe4HGc/s1600-h/go+eun+chan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq3tItdeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aQBCXBe4HGc/s320/go+eun+chan2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158357559696782818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she plays a tomboy role and she still looks pretty pretty. she's really skinny as well, not that kind of skinny such that her arms and legs could snap anytime but the healthy kind of skinny. plus, i love the hair.&lt;br /&gt;this is her with long hair (not from the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5YwP9ItdfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oGZeAvOaS0A/s1600-h/yoon+eun+hye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5YwP9ItdfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oGZeAvOaS0A/s320/yoon+eun+hye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158363473866749426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is her with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5YwQNItdgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ca2pmuD2l8M/s1600-h/go+eun+chan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5YwQNItdgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ca2pmuD2l8M/s320/go+eun+chan3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158363478161716738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks much better yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Coffee Prince is the best drama i've ever watched, it's really hilarious. they don't really try to make you cry buckets of tears but crack up in laughter, and if you just think back about a funny scene from the show, you'd find yourself laughing to yourself such that you'd land yourself next to weelyn in IMH. and that's what really makes me like a show cus i don't cry very easily while watching those sad sobby ones so i prefer them funny. and although it's not very sadzsadzsobxsobx, the cast are all so sincere in their acting, i've never really experienced many awkward or uncomfortable moments, it all seemed very... real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one major reason why the show was so funny was cus of Eun Chan, i love her personality cus she's so kiddish and cool and innocent. there were like no adults in the show cus she brought out the kid in everyone. she's so cool she just makes you want to be like her (not so much be in her situation though), and she also does this "URGHHH" thing which rubs off on people and i found myself going "URGHHH" like her as well. URGHHH, i want to be a korean serial drama actresssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one down side of the show though, is that the guy she falls in love with is really ugly. he's probably considered very good looking but i just don't like his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5YwQdItdhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T_GErvJG1uI/s1600-h/cofee_prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5YwQdItdhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T_GErvJG1uI/s320/cofee_prince.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158363482456684050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry the picture is kinda small and unclear but that picture of me above has already scared off enough people so i wouldn't need to plaster a big picture of his face to do so anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but really, i can't stand his face. everytime there's a romantic scene, i get so put off by it. but i guess after some time, i just got used to it and it wasn't so bad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mannn, i love coffee prince, i miss it a whole lot. now that i've finished it, i don't really miss it that much, but before i had finished it, i thought about it ALL THE TIME. the ending was good, and everyone was happy (unlike My Girl where there wasn't a real ending for the supporting casts) i guess the ending was satisfying la, that's why i don't miss it as much, but still pretty much a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i'm obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6911110933950236227?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6911110933950236227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6911110933950236227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6911110933950236227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6911110933950236227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/obsessed.html' title='obsessed'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R5Yq2NItdaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YaR2sOLMvLE/s72-c/ju+yoo+rin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-1548369959373098475</id><published>2008-01-17T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:53:58.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>haha, jeong woo looks good in pink!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R45gm9ItdZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZFlF5PC9AG8/s1600-h/jeong+woo+in+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R45gm9ItdZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZFlF5PC9AG8/s400/jeong+woo+in+pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156164845748188562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's cute, in a slight ugly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on the last episode! you know what i said about who liking who in my last post? yeah, forget it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;now i think that yoo rin would end up with gong chan and jeong woo would turn gay. and about gong chan's girlfriend? she curled up and died like a worm. YAAAAAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1548369959373098475?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1548369959373098475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1548369959373098475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1548369959373098475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1548369959373098475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R45gm9ItdZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZFlF5PC9AG8/s72-c/jeong+woo+in+pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-4876208754855424453</id><published>2008-01-15T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:07:15.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Swipers</title><content type='html'>Saturday Morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: -SLEEPING-&lt;br /&gt;dad (barging into my room, waking me up): max, your friends are here.&lt;br /&gt;me: -really shocked- HUH?&lt;br /&gt;dad: your friends are here.&lt;br /&gt;me: -more shocked- WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;dad: -quite annoyed- your friend are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some things going through my mind at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;1) YES I KNOW, DAD. i was just exclaiming 'WHAT?', not questioning.&lt;br /&gt;2) what time is it? (it was 9 freaking 30 am, what the hell are my friends doing here?)&lt;br /&gt;3) Qian Ru. (i was supposed to meet her at 10.40 at East Wood. she told me that she wanted me to follow her to collect her HOLGA she bought. i was so excited she knew what a holga was, much less buy one. was excited that she wouldn't be the odd one out to have a vintage camera among the Asswipers. so anyway, i thought that i probably had overslept and she decided to crash my place.)&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm not wearing a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed a bra, and went to the toilet. hey, i was wearing a old white tee okay. when i came out of the toilet, i saw some people and they shouted out "SURPRISE!" OH MY GOSH, IT WAS THE ASSWIPERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE SO FREAKY OKAY, LIKE WHAT OCCASION IS IT MAN? my birthday is in 10 months, christmas is in 12, what could it be? well anyway, they gave me PRESENTS. hell, i don't care what occasion it is anymore, as long as there's presents, i'm TOOTALLY fine with it. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh3tItdTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cGUziVdeIyw/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp53269%3Enu%3D32%3C%3B%3E8%3C%3B%3E6%3B-%3EWSNRCG%3D3237697656846nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh3tItdTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cGUziVdeIyw/s400/232323232%7Ffp53269%3Enu%3D32%3C%3B%3E8%3C%3B%3E6%3B-%3EWSNRCG%3D3237697656846nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155392176836670770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made me cheesecake. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;this really touched me, firstly because they are SO NOT kitchen-friendly (except chrys). and i didn't expect 'gelatin' to be in their vocabulary, or maybe even 'homemade'. plus, becks has school, i haven't seen her online for ages and i'm surprised she had time to bake a cake. lastly, they made it at becky's house. this means: NO electric mixer, NO oven, NO hammer thingys to crush oreos for the base, NO nothing. so pathetic lor, they used spoons to crush the oreos! HAHAHA, which also means they had to put extra effort into the cake. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh4dItdVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Aeo1PrOSidw/s1600-h/P1121946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh4dItdVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Aeo1PrOSidw/s400/P1121946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155392189721572690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave me this as well. i'm guessing they initially wanted to bake this but becky had no oven. HAHAHA, SO LOSER! then they asked me to bake this for them. -___-" they had also pasted a note on it which said "in case you get hungry". haha, so lame, and it has qian's handwriting all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh49ItdWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YzHQRlVfNQk/s1600-h/P1121950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh49ItdWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YzHQRlVfNQk/s400/P1121950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155392198311507298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave me this black box as well, and they pasted pictures on it, please don't look at them closely, there a some very embarassing pics there, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh5NItdXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pr_MDoqM6Lo/s1600-h/P1121954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh5NItdXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pr_MDoqM6Lo/s400/P1121954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155392202606474610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the box, there was undies, three starburst lollipops, a chocolate and anna sui lip gloss. yeah, i realised the knickers are the same as the ones audrey gave me, but i'm happy cus now i have two! hahaha. oh, and they gave me leftover ribbon as well. um... thanks, the ribbon... just what i wanted? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they got my mum a gift as well! i think she was really shocked. but they explained that it was for all the good food she fed them at my last sleepover. haha, i think i still can't believe they surprised me so early on a saturday morning! after thinking for some time, i realised it was what i caught them whispering about at my last sleepover. i went to get drinks and when i came back, they were just talking and they got a shock and quickly changed the subject. it was so obvious. i tried to squeeze info out of them and finally, qian went "okok. we were talking about...-pause-" then i went "you're lying" haha, qian can't lie for nuts. first thought was that they were talking bad about me behind my back! i was trying to think of what they could possibly say and all i could think of was that they think i'm spoilt. haha, i'm glad it's not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the end of the day, what was the surprise for? for all my birthdays and Christmasses for the past three years (and maybe the next 10 years, HAHA) thank you very much guys, from the HEART OF MY BOTTOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lastly, please stop putting your glasses and plates into the sink after every meal, it's annoying and i don't even do it on normal circumstances. i have a maid and she is paid to do this, i don't want to be paying you guys. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am watching My Girl now. you know that guy, jeong woo, i used to think he's seriously damn freaking ugly. and he plays a playboy role, that so does not fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uwJ9ItdYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CWZYb-Urx5c/s1600-h/jeong+woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uwJ9ItdYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CWZYb-Urx5c/s400/jeong+woo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155407883532072322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seriously, doesn't he look like a girl to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but omg, as the show progresses, i started to become used to his face and now everytime i see him, my heart goes out to him. i feel really sad for him cus he really likes yoo rin but everytime he bumps into her, she's crying over gong chan who looks much cuter. omg, it's so heart pain! and jeong woo is sooo sweet to her and he's such a nice dude. i'm at epidode 9 now and i really think that jeong woo would end up with gong chan's current girlfriend whom i hate, and gong chan would end up with yoo rin. yeah, at first i really wanted gong chan to be with yoo rin but now i really want yoo rin to be with jeong woo. and gong chan's girlfriend is starting to get annoying, she should just curl up and die like a worm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4876208754855424453?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4876208754855424453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4876208754855424453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4876208754855424453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4876208754855424453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-swipers.html' title='As Swipers'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4uh3tItdTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cGUziVdeIyw/s72-c/232323232%7Ffp53269%3Enu%3D32%3C%3B%3E8%3C%3B%3E6%3B-%3EWSNRCG%3D3237697656846nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-6416123723770451584</id><published>2008-01-10T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:17:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4XFu9ItdSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NzTqRPqKP9c/s1600-h/DSC00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4XFu9ItdSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NzTqRPqKP9c/s400/DSC00135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742759071151394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am chao da(er).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6416123723770451584?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6416123723770451584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6416123723770451584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6416123723770451584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6416123723770451584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R4XFu9ItdSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NzTqRPqKP9c/s72-c/DSC00135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-8228398303473075773</id><published>2008-01-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:52:19.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>club med bintan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R30KSdItdQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Dqgx1RMof24/s1600-h/SN200514(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R30KSdItdQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Dqgx1RMof24/s400/SN200514(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151284860956800258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i come back, i will be CHAO DA(er) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-8228398303473075773?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/8228398303473075773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=8228398303473075773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8228398303473075773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8228398303473075773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/club-med-bintan.html' title='club med bintan!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R30KSdItdQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Dqgx1RMof24/s72-c/SN200514(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-8256765564995929884</id><published>2008-01-01T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T04:25:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>i'd say that my last day of 2007 was one of the most memorable ones of the year. i remember in primary school, i used to be very sad when the year is about to end cus it always meant that the new school term was beginning and i had to go through another round of torture (i hated primary school). but this time round, i have no school to worry about and i had a great day with friends around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally had my tea party! after a whole lot of fuss and contemplation. the recess bunch were invited and they were an hour and a half late! i was standing by the poolside like an idiot with my sunglasses and sun hat for an hour. it was really hot and my ice cream (which was homemade! 3 different flavours, 3 litres) was melting! they were supposed to turn up at 3, so i even started baking cupcakes and waffles at 2 so that they would be able to eat them hot when they came. heh, so much for that. i borrowed chrys' ipod speakers as well, THANK YOU CHRYS, they have served me well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when they came, i gave them air kisses and called them by Mrs. (name). haha, it was so fun! i was about to serve the tea when they started saying "do we REALLY have to drink tea?" but when i poured the tea from my mum's extremely cheena teapot, they realised it was actually tea sorbet! cool right? i swear, i am so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3p5L9ItcwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mOjuUHsE7lM/s1600-h/PC291319(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3p5L9ItcwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mOjuUHsE7lM/s320/PC291319(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150562370148201218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3p5MdItcyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GVIOnAspdZc/s1600-h/PC291337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3p5MdItcyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GVIOnAspdZc/s320/PC291337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150562378738135842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the taitais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qHUNItc5I/AAAAAAAAALI/9DppWo92bx0/s1600-h/tea+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qHUNItc5I/AAAAAAAAALI/9DppWo92bx0/s400/tea+party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150577905044910994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you like some more tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3p5LtItcvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EC6fdCEfOsE/s1600-h/PC291340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3p5LtItcvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EC6fdCEfOsE/s320/PC291340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150562365853233906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tea, we opened presents and then played a good long game of uno before everyone had to go home. i really hope everyone had an awesome time, blowing air kisses, sipping tea with our pinkies out, eating waffles and cheese on crackers, listening to french music, talking with british accents, simply just talking about stuff and lastly, pretending that we're 50 years old. *british accent* my goodness, dear MISS Neo, i'd say it's about time you tie the knot. we arn't getting any younger, love. hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up again later to go for the countdown and fireworks at marina bay! some people wanted to see the black parade -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: "what time is the countdown?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i contributed a lot, i brought the picnic mats, biscuits and HOT WATER. what for? why, for the instant noodles of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFotItc0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/v0IiK_8CqY8/s1600-h/PC291345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFotItc0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/v0IiK_8CqY8/s320/PC291345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576058208973634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set our butts on a patch of grass in the middle of nowhere and people had to walk around us to get to the other side, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFo9Itc1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/eieS6cfa7KM/s1600-h/PC291355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFo9Itc1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/eieS6cfa7KM/s320/PC291355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576062503940946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were just outside the Harry's Steakhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qHUNItc4I/AAAAAAAAALA/K9B_MM9lpFs/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qHUNItc4I/AAAAAAAAALA/K9B_MM9lpFs/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150577905044910978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought a hell lot of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFpNItc2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jeWfFgSYvYo/s1600-h/PC291359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFpNItc2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jeWfFgSYvYo/s320/PC291359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576066798908258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some entertainment to last us the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKLtItc6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/S8ZTqZkUzBU/s1600-h/SN201000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKLtItc6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/S8ZTqZkUzBU/s320/SN201000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581057550906274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKNtItc8I/AAAAAAAAALg/HIADFyskRVM/s1600-h/SN201005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKNtItc8I/AAAAAAAAALg/HIADFyskRVM/s320/SN201005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581091910644674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing along to the lousy bands playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFodItczI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pYXraLy0fVw/s1600-h/SN200990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFodItczI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pYXraLy0fVw/s320/SN200990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576053914006322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see? it says 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFpdItc3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/D0ptmNLhtMM/s1600-h/PC291376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qFpdItc3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/D0ptmNLhtMM/s320/PC291376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576071093875570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIG. hahaha, ate a lottttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKM9Itc7I/AAAAAAAAALY/25nhI6AbbRw/s1600-h/SN201003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKM9Itc7I/AAAAAAAAALY/25nhI6AbbRw/s320/SN201003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581079025742770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the phone at home)&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: i'm wearing a tube&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG, you want to kena molested isit?&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: no la, i'm going to wear a sweater.&lt;br /&gt;(at the countdown)&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: i'm very hotttttttt. so hottttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, clarissa, you're so full of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKPdItc9I/AAAAAAAAALo/ZzVtEJ376Ss/s1600-h/SN201022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKPdItc9I/AAAAAAAAALo/ZzVtEJ376Ss/s320/SN201022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581121975415762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarissa looks really funny here! her eyes are super huge and kinda copped, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it was time, and we started counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL39Itc_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZRqGvoE09JU/s1600-h/PC301428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL39Itc_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZRqGvoE09JU/s320/PC301428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582917271745522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL4tItdAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PjPAdQLhDNE/s1600-h/PC301434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL4tItdAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PjPAdQLhDNE/s320/PC301434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582930156647426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL6tItdDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PWnV9fGD9iA/s1600-h/PC301438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL6tItdDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PWnV9fGD9iA/s320/PC301438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582964516385842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were my favourite, they were Christmassy green and red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKP9Itc-I/AAAAAAAAALw/GL__efyVDrA/s1600-h/PC301442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qKP9Itc-I/AAAAAAAAALw/GL__efyVDrA/s320/PC301442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581130565350370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks were pretty good, though not exceptionally good.&lt;br /&gt;later, when some of the crowd cleared, we started cooking instant noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL49ItdBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SK7JonNcSsA/s1600-h/PC301449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL49ItdBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SK7JonNcSsA/s320/PC301449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582934451614738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL59ItdCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HjQZaCGfuXY/s1600-h/SN201052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qL59ItdCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HjQZaCGfuXY/s320/SN201052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582951631483938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRV9ItdEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Iw46rhG5oaY/s1600-h/SN201058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRV9ItdEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Iw46rhG5oaY/s320/SN201058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150588930225960002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRWNItdFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UcT7BR9SD3M/s1600-h/PC301460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRWNItdFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UcT7BR9SD3M/s320/PC301460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150588934520927314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRW9ItdHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/__zaH5UzOuo/s1600-h/SN201065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRW9ItdHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/__zaH5UzOuo/s320/SN201065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150588947405829234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made the countdown even more special was that this was my first time going for a real one! i think it's a fantastic way to start the new year on a good note and for once, i was actually looking forward to 2008 (that's easy for me to say cus i don't have school! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on New Years Day, i went to meet becky. we watched I AM LEGEND. all i can say is that it is not for the faint hearted, and i can imagine becks sleeping with the light on tonight! hahaha! it's really quite a disturbing show, but Will Smith was a really good actor. i think his facial expressions are really good. for the movie The Persuit of Happyness, the part where he was hiding in the toilet with his kid, they had the camera on his face for a full 30 seconds and that part made me cry. they did the same thing in I Am Legend except that it was a dog instead of the kid and i felt really sad too. but i didn't cry only cus well... it was a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becky then treated me to ChoczZz chocolate fondue. i wanted to pay her back, but i realised i only had big notes, haha. THANK YOU BECKS! i will treat you to something somewhere sometime somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRWdItdGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HrMwKRwmOiA/s1600-h/PC301463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRWdItdGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HrMwKRwmOiA/s320/PC301463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150588938815894626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our finished fondue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRXNItdII/AAAAAAAAANA/ktE13XcSrwo/s1600-h/PC301466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qRXNItdII/AAAAAAAAANA/ktE13XcSrwo/s320/PC301466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150588951700796546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to walk about the Esplanade area to try to take some artsy fartsy shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qTeNItdJI/AAAAAAAAANI/5HPI49MeGVo/s1600-h/PC301471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qTeNItdJI/AAAAAAAAANI/5HPI49MeGVo/s320/PC301471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150591270983136402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much a failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qTedItdKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1j_yDOgdBFQ/s1600-h/PC301475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qTedItdKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1j_yDOgdBFQ/s320/PC301475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150591275278103714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qTetItdLI/AAAAAAAAANY/YB61dGMYXbc/s1600-h/PC301476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qTetItdLI/AAAAAAAAANY/YB61dGMYXbc/s320/PC301476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150591279573071026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qTe9ItdMI/AAAAAAAAANg/GgxZpqpWRlw/s1600-h/PC301477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qTe9ItdMI/AAAAAAAAANg/GgxZpqpWRlw/s320/PC301477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150591283868038338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qWRdItdOI/AAAAAAAAANw/M6S7hTS4dCg/s1600-h/PC311487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qWRdItdOI/AAAAAAAAANw/M6S7hTS4dCg/s320/PC311487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150594350474687714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took two polaroids! one was ultinately dumb cus we tried to take the shot ourselves, haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that was my last day of 2007 and first day of 2008. i hope this never ends. and so! as how most of my very memorable posts go, i end off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH A BIG ASS PICTURE OF MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qhJtItdPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f9hWM2sc3sg/s1600-h/PC291338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3qhJtItdPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f9hWM2sc3sg/s400/PC291338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150606311958607090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-8256765564995929884?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/8256765564995929884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=8256765564995929884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8256765564995929884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8256765564995929884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R3p5L9ItcwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mOjuUHsE7lM/s72-c/PC291319(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-2486055672345101666</id><published>2007-12-26T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T04:01:05.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=30&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font size=30&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly hope ya'll had a very happy one. well as for me, it was really warm and homey, then a lot of anger and boo boos, and then a lot of 'sighssss'.&lt;br /&gt;but let me just say that's it's really okay to have a bad Christmas, as long as at the end of the day, you are thankful for God sending Jesus down to save us, and i know i am. i am also thankful for my presents, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i really am going to let anything make me sore about how my Christmas turned out, i am still REALLY in the Christmassy mood. and in case any of you are sore about your Christmas, there are eleven more days left to make it right! it really isn't so much about the day itself, but more of the period i guess. and i don't know, to me, Christmas isn't so much of whether it's perfect for me but rather whether i made someone happy, which is why you all should check your letter boxes!!! i put a whole lot of effort into each and everyone of your cards, please don't tell me they look insincere because i spent a lot of time into every one! another reason to be happy, the advent calendar on neopets hasn't closed yet, so CONTINUE TO COLLECT YOUR FREEBIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah, this has been stuck in my head all day and all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDLkIdXU--o&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDLkIdXU--o&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUMPETY THUMP THUMP THUMPETY THUMP THUMP&lt;br /&gt;OVER THE HILLS OF SNOWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;beepbeep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-2486055672345101666?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/2486055672345101666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=2486055672345101666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2486055672345101666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2486055672345101666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-8604098002500666452</id><published>2007-12-22T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:33:54.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swan Lake</title><content type='html'>went for swan lake last night, it wasn't bad. spotted a few mistakes here and there, and they weren't totally synchronised all the time but hey, the Singapore Dance Theatre isn't something very prestigious. it was very entertaining though, and some parts were kinda funny, though i don't think they were supposed to be funny but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the story is, there's Goodie, Baddie, and Swan. Goodie goes swan hunting at a lake and spots Swan magically change into a princess, turns out that that the princess was under a spell by Baddie and is a swan by day and human by night. only true love can break the spell, so heartwarming right? sighssss. WELL, so Goodie, being a goodie, falls in love and wants to break the spell, so he chases Swan and Swan acts all shy and stuff but she's probably playing hard to get so that Goodie would chase her some more and fall into the evil clasps of her hynoptism, muahahahahaha. then all the other swans start turning on him because they've found out that Goodie killed their great tribal chief Hunkalama and made him into a pillow which he drools on every night. later, to prevent the spell from breaking, Baddie captures Swan and locks her up in the highest tower of the castle on the highest hill. Goodie, who is throwing a birthday party at which he is supposed to choose a bride, does not know about it and when Baddie's daughter, Baddette, disguises as Swan and comes to his party, Goodie chooses her for his bride and breaks his promise of everlasting love to Swan. (wah, scaaandalousss) after they got married, Baddie reveals Badette and they both laugh at Goodie menacingly. Goodie goes to find Swan but is stopped by Baddie and Goodie tries to kill Baddie to break the spell forever. unfortunately, Goodie falls in love with Baddie and they both become gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just should have bought a programme booklet with the story in it. but seriously, at the part where Goodie was fighting Baddie, they looked more like they were doing the tango, there was a lot of hand holding and hugging and once, goodie even outreached his arm towards Baddie and did that 'i long for you' thing. funnyfunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarissa and i got very good seats for the show, it was the second most expensive tickets (or third cheapest), though they weren't that expensive. it was directly in front of the stage, not too near and slightly elevated. we were initially very happy with the seats until we looked around us. we were surrounded by CHILDREN. and the kids behind us were veeerry noisy. the boy kept asking really dumb questions, "mum, are the boys wearing pants?", "mum, is that the princess?" i felt like boxing him. but i think the parents realised that ballets weren't for kids (DUH) and they disappeared after the first interval. the show ended really late, it started at 8 and ended at 11. probably because of the two intervals which were 20 minutes each. i have no idea why they made it so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that was my night. the day before yesterday was really funny, audrey and i went shopping, for her to find a dress for the Abnia party and for me to find a job. we sat at Starbucks and hogged their classifieds section of the newspaper calling around. no luck, she said i was just being picky, i think so too, HAHA. but please, $4 per hour is total child labour. and you gotta give it to me because i even called a toy shop asking about the job offer and &lt;u&gt;pretended to love kids&lt;/u&gt;. WOW, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-8604098002500666452?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/8604098002500666452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=8604098002500666452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8604098002500666452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8604098002500666452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/swan-lake.html' title='Swan Lake'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-71075729778391113</id><published>2007-12-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T03:58:11.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ETHEL'S PINK SWEET SIXTEEN BIRTHDAY BASH!</title><content type='html'>12 December 2007&lt;br /&gt;had to meet clarissa in the afternoon to go get her bikini for the party later, but i woke up to my maid scolding Papaya telling him to do his homework or else he couldn't go to his friend's house. then all he said was "then i don't go lor". hmm, not good, so i told him that i would bring him out shopping ONLY if he finished. honestly, i didn't think he would finish. and he didn't, but being such an incredibly nice sister, i brought him out anyway. my golly, i was sooo afraid he would run off and get lost forever (technically, that's good, but the parents wouldn't be too happy. i swear, they are such party poopers) well so, i was like giving him a briefing in the lift as if it was his first time going out. "DON'T run off anywhere ah. if you get lost, and i can't find you, you'll never see mummy or daddy or francesca or banette or me EVER again. EVER. when we go into a store, DON'T go out, you stay in there. if you get lost, DON'T move, stand there and i'll look for you. if it gets too crowded, you must hold my hand, if you want to see anything, don't just go there, tell me and we will go look at it together." see, i can be responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met clarissa and he was relatively good, punching innocent members of the public and disturbing the peace of shoppers. i'd say he was better than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsXtItciI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sKvgLPSW0KU/s1600-h/PC101178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsXtItciI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sKvgLPSW0KU/s320/PC101178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144637303849579042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at his fingers! can you see what he's doing? it's hilarious. i so did not teach him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and met the rest at pasir ris interchange. everyone said that clarissa and i were very formal, but i didn't think we were. i was wearing a casual sundress what. must be my shoes la huh. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsYNItcjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AAeDFWYHPbQ/s1600-h/PC101179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsYNItcjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AAeDFWYHPbQ/s320/PC101179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144637312439513650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were attracting a lot of attention wearing so much pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsbNItclI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Q4NgR4HIZZY/s1600-h/IMG_5658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsbNItclI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Q4NgR4HIZZY/s320/IMG_5658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144637363979121234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came into the clubhouse thing and we saw so many pink balloons! according to ethel, there were ONE HUNDRED of them. ahhhh!!! you can never have too much pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VxgdItcnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sx9L1I24Q2o/s1600-h/PC101182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VxgdItcnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sx9L1I24Q2o/s320/PC101182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144642951731573362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all having so much fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2Vxg9ItcoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sgrxi9vvjuE/s1600-h/PC101183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2Vxg9ItcoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sgrxi9vvjuE/s320/PC101183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144642960321507970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even jo thought they were cool!&lt;br /&gt;then ethel stopped us and said, "guys, can ya'll like go out then i video ya'll pretending to be coming in for the first time?" HAHAHA, hilarious! so we took all our bags and went out. from outside, we could see her videoing around the room, then switch the camera to herself and started talking to it. then she suddenly looked all shocked and pointed in our direction, i suppose she was going all "OH LOOK! my friends are here!" HAHAHA, so we all went SURPRISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;soon, the food came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VxhNItcpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AntRnvlTcdw/s1600-h/PC101192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VxhNItcpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AntRnvlTcdw/s320/PC101192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144642964616475282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Canadian-Two-For-One-Pizza guy. omg, there was a loooooot of food. a lot a lot a lot. two pizzas, a big tray of a-gar a-gar, and we each got a japanese set meal thing with instant miso soup. there was so much leftover, we even played the number game and made those who lost eat a slice of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VxhtItcqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/myE5Z935Fk0/s1600-h/PC101196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VxhtItcqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/myE5Z935Fk0/s320/PC101196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144642973206409890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty frosted oreo ice cream cake! why isn't it pink?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2V2jNItcsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MuKhZExXgeQ/s1600-h/PC101199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2V2jNItcsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MuKhZExXgeQ/s320/PC101199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144648496534352578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN ETHEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2Vxh9ItcrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7B6mKX-oGtk/s1600-h/PC101198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2Vxh9ItcrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7B6mKX-oGtk/s320/PC101198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144642977501377202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey is a&lt;strike&gt;n idiot&lt;/strike&gt; present. look the balloon is bigger than her head! hahaha. then anne and weelyn tied balloons to their heads as well and started some very weird balloon-head bumping thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsYdItckI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MB4bqKjMpE8/s1600-h/DSC07461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsYdItckI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MB4bqKjMpE8/s320/DSC07461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144637316734480962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures with my polaroid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST WATCH THIS, THIS IS FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WAp3P_-hX0"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WAp3P_-hX0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2V2jdItctI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o5pCXwH0M8M/s1600-h/IMG_5697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2V2jdItctI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o5pCXwH0M8M/s320/IMG_5697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144648500829319890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after most people went home, we turned up the music and started to dance! audrey looks pregnant here, but she's not anymore because she ate too many pineapples. poor poor thing. then we started to suck helium from the balloons and started singing bennylava and girlfriend, super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, went over to her house for the SLUMBER PARTY. it was supposed to be a korean serial drama marathon as well, but SOME people were against korean serial dramas. seriously abi, you'll never know if you don't try watching. we'll MAKE you watch it the next time :D&lt;br /&gt;we pranked called people and it was so funny! when we wanted to prank call isabel, we all took a HUGE breath and prepared ourselves to try not to laugh, but in the end she said something so totally isabel-ish and audrey simply burst out in laughter and could not continue anymore. then they hung up and i had to call again. i posed as a 15 year old boy who was into older women cus although i still have A BIT of my low and gross voice, they asked if i was a boy, why my voice hasn't broken yet. -_-" it was the longest prank call ever cus she so happened to be at a sleepover too and they all played along. in my effort to make my voice lower, i called her 'isabAll', and they all burst out in laughter. then we came up with this "isaball is-a-ball" thing, HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we wanted to have a movie marathon which was pathetic cus we only watched Homerun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2V2jtItcuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5qYw1I6QW-o/s1600-h/PC111226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2V2jtItcuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5qYw1I6QW-o/s320/PC111226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144648505124287202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up the next morning and we each got cute Hello Kitty boxes with cookies in them! then we watched Bend It Like Beckham and i painted audrey's nails hot pink while she was asleep, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to east point later in the evening and when i was waiting for my parents to pick me up from the taxi stand, GUESS WHO I SAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISABALL MELISSA PETER.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, thank goodness she didn't say anything about a prank call. i was quite prepared to flee and run for the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i'd say that this was the absolute best party of the year spent with good friends, and so manymany memories made. i'd seriously miss what fun we had and i simply loved every single minute of it. thank you ethel and everyone else for making it so memorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-71075729778391113?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/71075729778391113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=71075729778391113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/71075729778391113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/71075729778391113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/ethels-pink-sweet-sixteen-birthday-bash.html' title='ETHEL&apos;S PINK SWEET SIXTEEN BIRTHDAY BASH!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R2VsXtItciI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sKvgLPSW0KU/s72-c/PC101178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-1296280702933576704</id><published>2007-12-16T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:37:17.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stomach acheee</title><content type='html'>i'm having a very bad stomach ache right now, i keep feeling like shitting. i was just wondering right, does tea have a laxative effect? because my throat has been feeling very scratchy and uncomfortable lately, so i drank two cups of this HO YAN HOR herbal tea yesterday, and another two just now because it's supposed to be good for the throat and whatever. and i tell you, i have shat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if tea actually does have a laxative effect, i would think the whole of England would be full of shit because the English simply love to drink tea. you wake up and you have a cup of tea, you have friends over and you have a cup of tea, you get your hair done and you have a cup of tea, you find out that your husband has been cheating on you who is 7 months pregnant for your red haired pretty doctor and you have a cup of tea. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it might not be the tea la, it could be the hawker centre food i ate just now, because the last time i had hawker centre food, i got food poisoning from it. that was in malaysia when i ate OH LUAT. fried oysters!! my favourite hawker centre food please. must be because i ate too many times, the oysters are starting to get angry at me for eating their wrinkly great-grand aunties and family members. VENGENCE OF THE OYSTERS. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok byebyebyebyebye, i need to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;haha, i realised it wasn't the tea, neither was it the hawker centre food. i started reading xiaxue after shitting and i saw an advertorial for a restaurant and the food looks damnnnn good, then i felt hungry. so i went to get some grapes and after eating a few, i gave a huge burp and i then felt damn shiok already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH. i guess it was just gas. &lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1296280702933576704?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1296280702933576704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1296280702933576704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1296280702933576704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1296280702933576704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/stomach-acheee.html' title='stomach acheee'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-5726967347891250132</id><published>2007-12-15T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T03:43:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of appreciating boredom</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh, i'm very sorry &lt;b&gt;JOLENA&lt;/b&gt; because i forgot to include in my previousprevious post that the body butter and cookie monster bag was from her as well. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANK YOU CHRYSTAL &lt;font size=6&gt;AND JOLENA&lt;/font size=6&gt; FOR THE BODY BUTTER AND COOKIE MONSTER BAG WHICH I UTTERLY LOVE SO MUCH AND IS ALSO BEING EYED BY A LITTLE 4 YEAR OLD GREEN EYED MONSTER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it was only when i was randomly standing around enjoying my boredom that i realised it, i'm sorry! oh btw, i think people who are bored should treasure being bored because i realised that during the Os period, i envied the juniors who all went "I HAVE NOTHING TO DO NOWWW" in their ultra annoying whiny voice. it's like, awww, shut uppp! so yes, i cherish every moment of my boredom. today, i had about 20 minutes to spare before leaving the house and my mother's son wasn't home (i refuse to acknowledge him as my brother) and it was VERY quiet. so i just sat down on my couch and guess what i did? i sat and then i sat some more and i sat even more. and it was a very good 20 minutes of just sitting there being bored. i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, treasure your boredom while it lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5726967347891250132?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5726967347891250132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5726967347891250132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5726967347891250132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5726967347891250132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/art-of-appreciating-boredom.html' title='The art of appreciating boredom'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-1772979305288964646</id><published>2007-12-11T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:35:08.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored?</title><content type='html'>no, i'm not really bored, but i just found a new way to beat boredom. just go to some random friend's LJ and look at her friends and just start reading random people's blogs. some of them are really interesting, some of them by people you know, others by those you don't. sometimes you read the random quizes they do, or just hear about their day. sometimes you find pictures and even though you don't know who those people are, it's still nice to look at them and the funny stuff they do. sometimes it actually makes you happy to see people smiling back at you and the silly ways they pose, sometimes the photography effects are really nice too, sometimes you'd find solo pictures of themselves modelling or whatever, and it's nice to laugh at them or admire their skinny legs, sometimes you'd chance upon those camwhore kinds where you can feel the fun they are having through the pictures, sometimes you'd find one of those journals selling stuff and it's interesting to just browse around. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1772979305288964646?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1772979305288964646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1772979305288964646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1772979305288964646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1772979305288964646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/bored.html' title='bored?'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-5617193594816761620</id><published>2007-12-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:04:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longest asswipe ever</title><content type='html'>did a hell lot of asswiping the whole week! on wednesday, met chrys for lunch and i was an hour late cus i didn't know what to pack for our marathon. spent a lot of time staring at my jeans wondering whether to bring them in case they wanted to go ice skating which they have been talking about for &lt;b&gt;two years&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i brought my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we didn't go ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met becks and jolena later to do kettling at the heeren! was quite excited at first, but after listening to that bell ringringringing for two freakfreakfreaking hours, it got irritating, hahaha. had fun giving out sweets to the little kids and hoping their teeth start to rot though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R1wQr7cmu-I/AAAAAAAAAII/e0smrokb3fw/s1600-h/DSC06907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/R1wQr7cmu-I/AAAAAAAAAII/e0smrokb3fw/s320/DSC06907.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142003221428354018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, chrys and i went to becks' house for a CABLE TV MARATHON. -_-" we initially wanted to have a 3 day marathon thing, but qian couldn't make it on wednesday, and it is qian's turn to hold it at her place. so we just went to becks' place. in the end chrys also couldn't stay the night, so she left at about 2am. then i was stuck with becks, ellen, and her father's teapot collection. i painted her toenails green :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up late and we were close to two hours late in meeting chrys, even qian was earlier than us and that definitely says something. sorry chryssy! then she gave us our presents she got from Hong Kong. i got a body shop vitamin E body butter (not sold in SG!) and a cookie monster bag! thanks chrys! omgggg, i absolutely LOVEEE the cookie monster bag, i'm thinking of starting a collection. oh, in cineleisure, there's this shop called MAAMEEMOO and they sell a lot a lot a lot of cute cookie monster keychains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to qian's house and our marathon officially began. i think we're getting old and tired cus we're watching less shows every year, but we could have watched more la, i had to rush off to meet theresse and some others for dinner before sending her off to the Philippines. i was an hour late in meeting them, heh, even i'm getting annoyed at myself for being late so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, becks told me that a very pretty gold thing arrived at her house. so exciting! met her the next day so that she could pass it to me. becks was right, i am getting pretty bored of seeing her. "rebecca again?!" hahahaaaaa. we went to paragon so that she could think of tasks for a station in some amazing race thing. it was really dumb la, haha, and really funny. we thought of tasks like, "take a picture with the doorman of Prada" or "go to Miu Miu and start meowing like a cat" or "get a guy to try on a bra in La Senza" or "go to iblues (a clothes shop) and ask where the ipods are" or "try to bargain a thousand dollar pair of shoes to 500 dollars, then go, oh i don't think i want it anymore". ahahah, funfunfun.&lt;br /&gt;becks has been laughing at me the whole day because i told her, "wow, polaroids these days very high tech ah, got digital screens also." it really takes much more than common sense to understand why this is so funny, let's see if you can get it. if no one comments about it, i'll just take it that no one gets it. REBECCA HOW, DON'T TELL ANYONE WHY. and neither should all the people she has spread the 'joke' with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am quite peeved by the weather. on monday, i bet with jo one ice milo that it would rain the next day, but it didn't. instead, it rained on the nextnext day, the nextnextnext day, the nextnextnextnext day, the nextnextnextnextnext day and the nextnextnextnextnextnext day. meaning, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday and sunday. GRRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5617193594816761620?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5617193594816761620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5617193594816761620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5617193594816761620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5617193594816761620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/longest-asswipe-ever.html' title='longest asswipe ever'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/R1wQr7cmu-I/AAAAAAAAAII/e0smrokb3fw/s72-c/DSC06907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-9080323326802952010</id><published>2007-12-05T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:45:28.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Thing</title><content type='html'>it is really really hard to do the right thing sometimes. in my case, it's really hard to KNOW whether what you're doing is right or wrong. that's the thing, i don't KNOW whether it's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alumni band. yes, i was very keen on it, quite excited about it even, but when it starts swallowing up your time, i don't know whether i really want to do it anymore. these are my holidays, this is my youth, once it's gone, it's never coming back. i thought i was going to have fun, i thought i was going to relive all the good moments, but it's just isn't fun anymore. if i were still in school, i really wouldn't mind. i would have made it my duty to see that i do my part in the band, that i can actually do something for it and i would make band my life. but i'm not in the school anymore, i have a life, i want to get a job, i want to do so many things, but band is holding me back. i asked one of my seniors and she told me that then, i had no commitment, and band is all about commitment. and so i came to realise that if i probably want to have fun in band, i would have to commit as well, but such commitments has made band not fun anymore because i have to cancel so many of my plans for it. so when i'm at band, trying to have fun, i'm feeling sore about all the fun i could be having if i weren't at band. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not only about the commitment, it's about peer pressure. i know that a lot of people would probably think that i don't like band anymore, i don't like my clarinet, i don't like music. that all these four years of me being in band, i've only been pretending to love band. what, so that i could hang out with all the cool band freaks? please. i need to clarify this, in my four years of being in band, of course there had been many times when i've wondered how it would be like if i were in a different cca, or complained and dragged my feet to come for band practice, there were many times when i was just tired of coming. but i stand firm in thinking that band has given me the best memories i've had, the best lessons i've learnt and if i had to repeat my secondary school life, i think i would have chosen to be in the band again. i genuinely loved band. and i think that it is this risk of people misunderstanding this that made me not want to withdraw myself from alumni band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i talked to my sister. she told me that i shouldn't care what people think, if it is making me unhappy, i just shouldn't do it. why do i torture myself by doing something someone else expects me to do? i'm not living for anybody, i have to live for myself, i shouldn't care about what other people say, that i'm not loyal or whatever, even if i am supposed to like something, and i don't like it anymore, don't do it. for a few days i really thought that was the way to go. but i can't bring myself to do it, i just can't. that's because i do care what people say, i do care how my actions affect things, i do care whether i'm doing the right thing or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so agitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so then i talked to my mum and she made the most sense i suppose (which is quite surprising cus some of the things she says can be a bit fluffy). she told me that she thinks it is good to have some commitment and be a bit more responsible, but she thinks i need to come out of my little hole and see that there are much more things in life than band. and if band is holding me back from getting a job, going for classes and 'developing myself further in life', then i should just drop it, because it's not as if i'm going to use band to land me a job as a musician or anything. she kept saying that i needed to broaden my horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best to listen to mummy i guess. but i do still feel very guilty for dropping it because i've been told that the alumni band is already so short of people and how could i do this to them? so have i REALLY done the right thing or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to go to the doctor again, i was quite concerned as well about whether my flu is contagious. i don't think he could really figure out what was going on, he asked a lot of questions, i mean a lot, some really elaborated ones as well, like whether i cough because my running nose backflows a lot and irritates my throat. it's like erm... i don't know? in the end he just asked me whether i have any important events coming up, so i told him band. he asked what instrument i was playing, i told him clarinet. i also told him that at the last band practice, my voice became a lot worse after playing my instrument, and he gave me a lesson on vocal chords saying that if they get damaged, they would heal back, but there's a chance of some water bubble forming in the way and my voice could stay the way it is and can only be cured by micro-surgery, with that camera and blahblah. so he said that i should try to miss it and gave me a week's MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told people that i didn't come for band because i was on MC and i won't be coming for the rest of practices because of the MC as well, but it's really just to cut the long story short and after all it was my deciding factor of not doing the performance. doctor's orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i am still unsure of what the right thing to do is, what if there IS no right thing? what if i just can't win? if i do go for band, i won't be very happy, i won't even be able to play that well because honestly my head feels as if it's choked up with mucus, my ears are blocked, my throat is blocked, it is difficult to play. it's alright la, janaine can do it. i think i should at least watch the performance though, at least show my face. the right thing to do is one thing, to be responsible is another, and i think it's quite irresponsible if i just don't come like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like killing my conscience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-9080323326802952010?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/9080323326802952010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=9080323326802952010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/9080323326802952010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/9080323326802952010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/right-thing.html' title='The Right Thing'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-5815616453752726337</id><published>2007-12-02T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:17:31.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVENT!</title><content type='html'>it is advent! it is advent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm am in succcch a Christmassy mood alreay, it is time to put up the decorations, start shopping for presents, start asking for home addresses, and best of all, START COLLECTING FREEBIES ON NEOPETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! it is the only time i play neopets actually. i am so happy, i had the best time i ever had with the Legionaries yesterday. went to Bark Cafe at Changi, ate and played pool, EVERYTHING SPONSORED! good food, good company, good games. see, we are hip and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think the word 'hip' is quite uncool. haha. pictures will be up soon. speaking of pictures, iphoto is whacked. sometimes i can burn photos into a disc, other times i can't. it was so embarassing to pass my juniors a disc supposedly containing the pictures from our section outing and then they tell me that the disc was empty. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sickkk. still. since that day i disappeared to Malaysia, Truly Asia. what i think is it's because my brother sneezed on me. it's really annoying, he does that all the time and this is not the first time i got sick from it. and what's more is that i think it's on purpose, if say we are in the car and i am sitting next to him, there is this big gap between us. he's looking out the window and suddenly when he feels sneezing, he would turn to me and sneeze. if that's not on purpose then i really don't know what to say. oh well! he's dumb. i dunno what to do leh, i've vistied the docs already. i've even finished my antibiotics already. somehow playing the clarinet has made my voice become worse as well, i don't pick up phones anymore. and my nose started running yesterday, and today was the first day of my period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, don't care la, as long as i still can shop can already, haha. went to the John Little sale today! i saw JESSIE. i met her at the  Bark Cafe as well. why am i seeing her everywhere? oh, and i bought moomoo bed sheets! they're green and have cow prints on them, really cute cartoon cows. bought a lot of other rubbish. i wanted to get another set of bedsheets which were pink and said "Her Party" in cursive. my sister was all "why would you want to buy that? it say 'Hen Party'!" hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to ikea, i need a change of curtains, my curtains have ugly teddy bears on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda kinda miss Chrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falalalala lalalala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5815616453752726337?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5815616453752726337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5815616453752726337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5815616453752726337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5815616453752726337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/12/advent.html' title='ADVENT!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-2282822121426229907</id><published>2007-11-28T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:32:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia, Truly Asia</title><content type='html'>malaysia was very funny, and destroyed at the same time by a certain 4 year old green eyed monster who wrecked havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysia got me thinking as well. what does it mean to "die of old age"? you mean when people are incredibly old, they just die without any real reason even though their body functions were working perfectly well? if that is so, then how can they still die? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or would it mean like the old person is so old that his or her body function starts failing and so they die? wouldn't it then mean that they "died of kidney/lung/heart/whatever failure"? or maybe it means to die of an old age-related disease. or maybe because the person is old, their bones are much more brittle and stuff so if they accidently fall or something and hit their head, they are more likely to die. but all these are ways people could die INDIRECTLY due to old age, so it shouldn't be said that they "died of old age", now should it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, moving on. my aunt has CHICKENS! oh my gosh, pure country bumpkin to the max. and the most surprising part is that when she shouts out "CHICKEN! COME!" they come! it's so amazing! they are like dogs, seriously, i think they could probably replace their dog already, they even crowe when people or cars pass by the house. and they helped my aunt find a snake in her garden as well. and they are hilarious, i swear, they follow you everywhere you go! they are so funny, i just felt like poking them with sticks. my mum was pretty worried about the chance of bird flu. it's like, no mammy, these people reared those chickens from eggs, i think that if they carried bird flu, the people would have contracted it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysia was a big change as well, in the car, my parents complained and complained about lousy road signs. my mum was like "in singapore, they put signs before a turning. in malaysia, they put signs after you turn, they tell you where you are." hahahaha, i was laughing at it and i was like, "how can like that one?" and my mum just plainly replied, "this is Malaysia"&lt;br /&gt;later we went out with part of my extended family for dinner to some place called Asia Cafe. it's basically a really huge hawker centre. a really really huge one. we were standing by one of the tables waiting for the dude to clean it cus it still had the bowls and plates and whatnots left over from the person sitting there previously. just then, the fan blew a plastic bag that was lying on the table into my direction, i reached out my hand to grab it and put it back on the table but i saw it was kinda dirty and quickly took back my hand, the plastic bag landed on the floor and i wanted to pick it up from a clean side, then my cousin said "don't need to pick up, this is Malaysia".&lt;br /&gt;another time, my dad asked some dude for directions, and he gave a blur look and mumbled something. my dad turned to us and told us "he doesn't speak english." i was shocked and all "how can people here not know how to speak english?" and my mum plainly replied again, "this is malaysia".&lt;br /&gt;somehow, "this is malaysia" seems to be the reason for all malaysia's flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;indeed it is. Malaysia, Truly Asia.&lt;br /&gt;if this is truly asia, i am truly ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-2282822121426229907?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/2282822121426229907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=2282822121426229907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2282822121426229907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2282822121426229907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/11/malaysia-truly-asia.html' title='Malaysia, Truly Asia'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-2790606829159946005</id><published>2007-11-22T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T03:12:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is clashing</title><content type='html'>do you remember how i said that i was too free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take it back. i've organised sleepovers back to back, outings, and so many things which i now can't keep track of, also due to the unexpected popping up of events which have pushed some other stuff back and i really have seriously gotten everything messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i organised everything to be:&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: section outing, later mahjong sleepover at HC's&lt;br /&gt;thursday: 2nd day of mahjong sleepover then 1st day of sleepover at theresse's&lt;br /&gt;friday: 2nd day of sleepover at theresse's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT now, somehow a lot of things popped up and screwed up, so this is what i have on now:&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: section outing&lt;br /&gt;thursday: mahjong sleepover at HC's, ickemo with theresse and jolena&lt;br /&gt;friday: sleepover at theresse's, 2nd day of mahjong sleepover at HC's, outing with mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, someone please help me la, so screwed! especially friday, and with all my obligations and things i promised, i really don't want to tell someone that i can't make it for something. so this is what i have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, friday, saturday, sunday, monday: MALAYSIA, TRULY ASIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am running away. but before you say anything, i'd like ya'll to know that i have my reasons as well ok. and i think anyone would say that my reasons are very justified, trust me. so i'm sorry mahjong gang, theresse, jolena and mel, just try to have fun without me :D i'm leaving in the morning, like today, have yet to pack, haha. will be back on monday, perhaps afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to chrystal and jolena, i know you're leaving on sunday, have a safe trip! HAVE FUN, if you can do so without me, haaaaaaaaa. buy me something ah! love you love you love you many many many. many. hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. chrys, can you help me download heroes and upload it into your ipod and lend it to me pleaseee? hahaha, just kidding la. stop your CHRYSTALisation chrys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-2790606829159946005?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/2790606829159946005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=2790606829159946005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2790606829159946005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/2790606829159946005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/11/everything-is-clashing.html' title='everything is clashing'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4098420413518791790</id><published>2007-11-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:30:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things to do!</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh, i need to rush to so many places, i've got a hell lot of things to do and i don't think i have the time to it. oh no, it's going to be so busybusybusy and i have no idea how i am going to do everything that i want to do. so many places to go, so many errands to run, so many thingsss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i better start now, if not i won't be able to finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i will start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goingggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ponder-&lt;br /&gt;-ponder harder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, what AM i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOTHING TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to play sims. YESSSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4098420413518791790?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4098420413518791790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4098420413518791790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4098420413518791790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4098420413518791790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-many-things-to-do.html' title='so many things to do!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-6597265745220231081</id><published>2007-11-09T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:40:17.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's almost over!</title><content type='html'>with my brains in my head and my feet in my shoes, i can steer myself any direction i choose. i'm with my sister and we know what we know. and WE were the people who'll decide where to go. so we went SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, with the lack of brain in my head, i chose my feet to be in my NEW high heeled pumps. to go shopping. shopping has never been so painful, then we went to Ice Cream Chefs! my sister treated me to green tea ice cream with waffle crisps. yummmmm. afterwards, it was so pain that i just decided to go home barefooted, hahahaha. francesca also bought some brownies earlier on and they were sooo chewy and gummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, after geog mcq, some of the geogers (and abi) went to vivo! i was telling them this joke i made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some facts you non-geogers should know before i tell the joke.&lt;br /&gt;definition of a GORGE: a deep, narrow valley with almost vertical walls. formed by the active down-cutting of a river through rocks which are less resistant, as in many limestone areas in humid regions. can also be formed in valleys but by glaciers or in regions uplifted by earth movement.&lt;br /&gt;definition IN ENGLISH: some thing like a canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey, what's gorges?&lt;br /&gt;them: a valley...blahblah...deep and narrow...blahblah...steep slopes...blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;me: WRONG. the answer is maxine. maxine is 'gorges'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET IT? hahaha, gorges and GORGEOUS? hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after some time, i thought of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey, at which gorge would you sure die if you drop into it?&lt;br /&gt;them: (couldn't really be bothered anymore) what?&lt;br /&gt;me: maxine. maxine is drop dead 'gorges'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, get it get it?! hahahahahahahaha. i left them all rolling &lt;strike&gt;with laughter&lt;/strike&gt; their eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6597265745220231081?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6597265745220231081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6597265745220231081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6597265745220231081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6597265745220231081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-almost-over.html' title='it&apos;s almost over!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-7775846417919965825</id><published>2007-10-29T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:43:26.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH the thinks you can think.</title><content type='html'>Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;Today is your day.&lt;br /&gt;You're off to Great Places!&lt;br /&gt;You're off and away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brains in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You have feet in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Yous can steer youself&lt;br /&gt;any direction you choose.&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own. And you know what you know.&lt;br /&gt;And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll look up and down streets. Look'em over with care.&lt;br /&gt;About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."&lt;br /&gt;With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,&lt;br /&gt;you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you may not find &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll want to go down.&lt;br /&gt;In that case, of course,&lt;br /&gt;you'll just head straight out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first week and one day is over and i'm halfway through!&lt;br /&gt;that's really how choked up it has been, the first week has been all major papers everyday.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, scary. yay yay, half the amount of papers more, just less major papers, MCQ and cheena stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can. i think i can. i think i can. i think i can. i think i can. i think i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was today, i actually think i did well! hehheh, we'll just see.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a pretty interesting compo (i hope!), although about half the school's population did it that qn (i bet by now, you know which one it is already. heros. DUH), i think i managed to make it sound cool and kind of funny. anyway cambridge likes cliche stuff la. clarissa did the school rules qn and she said it was the most boring thing she had ever written. i imagine the markers must be simply thrilled, they're such boring old foggies. and emaths was good, i went in with a lot of doubts and worries but i managed to put them all aside and do the paper. that symmetry question was quite discouraging, and it was only the second qn. i couldn't get it so i prayed. and i got it! i did that quite a few times during english too, and i did get them. i'm guessing they're correct la huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, byebyebyebyebyebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-7775846417919965825?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/7775846417919965825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=7775846417919965825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7775846417919965825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/7775846417919965825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-thinks-you-can-think.html' title='OH the thinks you can think.'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3282609182382390449</id><published>2007-10-21T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:31:08.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in depression? think again.</title><content type='html'>I was studying history yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the Great Depression should be called the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marianas Trench in the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT'S what i call a great depression.&lt;br /&gt;It's real deep depression man, of 10,911 metres deep.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the Great Depression only lasted for at most 10 years, depending on what country.&lt;br /&gt;But the Marianas Trench has been depressed for hundreds, maybe thousands, maybe millions of years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. Take that Great Depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3282609182382390449?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3282609182382390449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3282609182382390449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3282609182382390449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3282609182382390449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-depression-think-again.html' title='in depression? think again.'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-1344806430721366635</id><published>2007-10-15T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:40:39.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>The thing I think is a think I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;when you are trying&lt;br /&gt;not to think about something&lt;br /&gt;it keeps popping back&lt;br /&gt;into your head&lt;br /&gt;you can't help it&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;think about it&lt;br /&gt;until your brain&lt;br /&gt;feels like&lt;br /&gt;a squashed pea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1344806430721366635?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1344806430721366635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1344806430721366635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1344806430721366635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1344806430721366635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4629005591583182804</id><published>2007-10-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:18:36.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>after ten years of schooling in SAC, we don't have to come anymore. ten freaking years.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, scary. and whether or not i want to throw these ten years' effort away depends on what i do the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone brought our cameras to school today, snapping away trying to scavage out whatever little time we have with each other. and ms martens came to our class to give us a talk, she gave us some exam tips and told us that if we are not ready, we have one week more. one week is enough. what's really important is that we really need to have the DESIRE to get our distinctions. she kept emphasizing DESIRE. hmm, something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i know that one week really is enough. i did intensive studying one week before the prelims and i think it worked well. but this time round, it's kinda different, our first papers are Amaths. i am very worried, i need my A1. from F9 to A1? very possible. yet very difficult. and my first week is jam packed, it's very worrying. amaths 1, amaths 2, chemistry, geography, history. i have done well for NONE of these subjects for prelims. but i have the desire, the faith in God and i can do it. i must do it. i will do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4629005591583182804?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4629005591583182804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4629005591583182804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4629005591583182804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4629005591583182804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day of School'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-8296448015384867955</id><published>2007-10-07T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:56:13.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>/edit/ ok, i realised that my entry was very strange. many of our entries have become strange now, we've been thrown and tossed around in a whirlwind of emotions and difficulties, everyone is breaking down. i feel so unbalanced, so uncomfortable, so uneasy, my thoughts are in a mess, i'm even thinking multiple thoughts at a time and everything just comes out a blur. it is the studying i tell you, humans arn't meant to study so much./edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is reminder to myself after the Os for the benefit of my blog and memory's sake.&lt;br /&gt;-wish myself happy birthday and come to the realisation that i am a year older&lt;br /&gt;-saturday night BBQ&lt;br /&gt;-monday recess bunch celebration and how i STOOOpidly got tricked. (STOOOPS!)&lt;br /&gt;-what i got&lt;br /&gt;-monday night fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerps, one year older, a hundred kilograms fatter. someone said i gained weight today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so stagnant now, must study, must keep on going, full force ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm living under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;the rock with ten tubs of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;the rock with pink polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more cellulite on my right thigh than my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the sake of putting a picture, here's a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RwfI6hWQvGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J6QYSywVWOU/s1600-h/IMG_8401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RwfI6hWQvGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J6QYSywVWOU/s400/IMG_8401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118280409239567458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-8296448015384867955?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/8296448015384867955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=8296448015384867955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8296448015384867955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/8296448015384867955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/RwfI6hWQvGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J6QYSywVWOU/s72-c/IMG_8401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-330040276391691985</id><published>2007-09-30T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:53:48.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money! money! money!</title><content type='html'>this is from qian's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;her mom: help me mop the floor&lt;br /&gt;qian:        no&lt;br /&gt;her mom: i  pay you $30&lt;br /&gt;qian:        OKAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:    mom, my friend's mum pays her $30 for mopping the floor. -hint-&lt;br /&gt;mom: your friend's mother is only spoiling the market, give her daughter so much money&lt;br /&gt;          i'd give you $30 to wash my car.&lt;br /&gt;me:    omg, your car is like a VAN pls.&lt;br /&gt;          it's huge!&lt;br /&gt;          $50 is more worth it.&lt;br /&gt;mom: oh my, you know ah, the Indian boy at Duxton charges me $5 to wash my car, then i'll give him $1 tip.&lt;br /&gt;          so in all, it's only $6.&lt;br /&gt;me:    wth, how can you compare me to some bangala?!&lt;br /&gt;          i am your daughter!&lt;br /&gt;mom: but it's still market rates wad.&lt;br /&gt;me:    somemore you always complain he scratch you car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-330040276391691985?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/330040276391691985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=330040276391691985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/330040276391691985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/330040276391691985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/09/money-money-money.html' title='money! money! money!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4793562676022776563</id><published>2007-09-25T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:59:10.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night wonders</title><content type='html'>Real late last night, lying on my bed, i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say it was insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say it wasn't insonmia.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about ellen.&lt;br /&gt;"keys in pants keys in pants keys in pants"&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa, that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about qian&lt;br /&gt;and how she was listening to her ipod when she couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;and how she thought of me when she heard Pink Martini.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about listening to my own pod.&lt;br /&gt;nehh, i'd end up more awake.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of doing Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of why i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Must be that one hour nap.&lt;br /&gt;No, it can't be.&lt;br /&gt;Had ballet afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Remembered being really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Remembered my acheing arm.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really warm.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about hell.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, Constantine was good.&lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves is hot.&lt;br /&gt;I want the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;Channel five had too many adverts in between.&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRL WHO CRASHED OUT THE WINDOW?&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID SHE LAND IN THE POOL WHERE HER TWIN DIED?&lt;br /&gt;did that some unknown force cause her flying into there?&lt;br /&gt;damned advertisements were so long, i forgot what happened before it.&lt;br /&gt;WHATWHATWHAT. there's still a big gap in between.&lt;br /&gt;damn channel 5 and their long adverts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantine was really good though, and it's not just because of the eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;it kept me at the edge of my seat right to the end. (except during those DUMB anticlimatic adverts!)&lt;br /&gt;halfway through, i realised my mouth was gaping wide in shock and my hand was covering it.&lt;br /&gt;i really wondered how my hand got there and for how long i was looking like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking and trying to patch up all the scenes before the adverts and after the adverts. i was thinking for a long time until i finally fell asleep. after some time, i woke up with my mouth open and my pillow wet. yes, eww, i know. it's been more than a year since i last drooled while sleeping okay. damn, must be Keanu Reeves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4793562676022776563?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4793562676022776563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-4327167993941006417</id><published>2007-09-22T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:26:32.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMIND ME</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMG, there is CONSTANTINE tomorrowwwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;br /&gt;KEANU REEVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that man is hot.&lt;br /&gt;he WAS. just not so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i realised i actually sidetracked when i actually came here to ask someone, ANYONE, to PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE REMIND ME TO WATCH CONSTANTINE AT 10PM TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;sms me, msg me, email me, call me, poke me, splash water on me.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT wet my hair or i will kick you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4327167993941006417?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4327167993941006417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4327167993941006417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4327167993941006417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4327167993941006417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/09/remind-me.html' title='REMIND ME'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4319885572905042901</id><published>2007-09-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:28:06.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creperie</title><content type='html'>the Creperie closed on saturday. i was quite down cus i didn't have plans to go once more before it closed, but thank goodness theresse was free and she quickly hopped on an mrt and got her butt down to Tanjong Pagar just after my superr last minute invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate and talked for a really long time and when all the customers were gone, my mum threw a small party for everyone who has worked there. it was really cool, i mean like i've never even seen some of them before but it's cool to think of what happened through the last five years the Creperie has been open. they sat around and told about the many stories of who did what and what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say that i'm very sad because i haven't worked there much, much less gone there regularly, but i do certainly have a lot of memories there. like after our SCDF Fire Prevention Skit in Sec 1, we all inavded the place. plus the many outings friends and i have gone there to chat over free food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i think things might look up for the better. firstly, my mum's definately going to inforce more control over my brother and possibly erase that Philippina accent he has due to too much prescence of the maid. i was actually getting quite worried that my mum would be around 24/7 now that i'm so happy and used to her not being around a lot, but i was glad when she said, "the first thing i'm going to do when i close the restaurant is to go to the gym".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, she cooked yesterday's AND today's dinner. (today was more of a cheat, she bought laksa, but shush, you don't know that) with a mother who owns a restaurant, you'd think her children would actually be fed good food. but nope, i had to instant noodles THREE times last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when my mum actually drove my sister and i to ballet and back, my sister whispered to me, "we have a mother now." C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-4319885572905042901?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/4319885572905042901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=4319885572905042901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4319885572905042901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/4319885572905042901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/09/creperie.html' title='creperie'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-1430647642792545219</id><published>2007-09-14T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:40:12.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst paper</title><content type='html'>"if you had a bad paper, just move on.&lt;br /&gt;if you had a bad paper, just move on.&lt;br /&gt;if you had a bad paper, just move on.&lt;br /&gt;if you had a bad paper, just move on.&lt;br /&gt;if you had a bad paper, just move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you had a bad paper, just move on&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the person who tagged you is&lt;br /&gt;theresseeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. your relationship with him/her is&lt;br /&gt;she's my pestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. your 5 impressions of him/her&lt;br /&gt;1) talkative, super&lt;br /&gt;2) very in tune with her inner child, ahah!&lt;br /&gt;3) MOOOODY&lt;br /&gt;4) but otherwise a really funghi (FUN GUY, get it get it? HAAAAA)&lt;br /&gt;5) really easy to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the most memorable thing he/she had done for you&lt;br /&gt;she's always listening to my shit. i think she hypnotises people and make them talk to her or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the most memorable words he/she had said to you&lt;br /&gt;a lot. but i just happened to remember this when i was typing her name out.&lt;br /&gt;"don't put my name with a captal 'T', small 't' looks nicer.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if he/she becomes your lover, you will&lt;br /&gt;erp. HAHA. you're so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be&lt;br /&gt;to stop playing with the kids during mass, it's annoying! haha, not really. must go massing with me more to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if he/she becomes your enemy, you will&lt;br /&gt;not give her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is&lt;br /&gt;give her a big hug and hope she does well for prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of him/her is&lt;br /&gt;social butterflyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. how you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;HMM. definately some food for thought eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. the character you love of yourself is&lt;br /&gt;i make the best embarass-yourself-and-pick-yourself-back-up lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. on the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are&lt;br /&gt;my nose is flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. for people that care and like you, say something to them&lt;br /&gt;ii lurbch euu worxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you (they are not place in any preference orders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;2. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;3. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;4. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;5. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;6. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;7. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;8. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;9. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;10. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to know what you think of me, i'd rather live in denial thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;nahhhhh, number 7's too pretty and number 10's too smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How about no.8 and 5?&lt;br /&gt;yes. no. maybe. i don't know. can you repeat the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;amathssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;this morning before school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;concert band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Does no.1 has any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;an older sister. yup, that's ALL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will you woo no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;nope. maybe number 3 would woo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How about no.7 ?&lt;br /&gt;it's a SECRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;NO. she's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What is the surname of no.6?&lt;br /&gt;ngooi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What's the hobby of no.4?&lt;br /&gt;knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;not really, in fact i think they hate each other. no. 5 is jealous but no. 9's just spiteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;she's in my school, and in my class! cool huh? we're like best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Talk something casually about no.1 &lt;br /&gt;her shoe size is four. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8 ?&lt;br /&gt;no, she's too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;right from the big palm tree that has coconuts hanging from it, take ten steps forward, 3 steps diagonally to the left, say hi to the old lady in the tiny blue house and turn 049 degrees anticlockwise and go on stright from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen, i only know her too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are no.5 and no.1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;they've never met each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Does no.7 like no.2 ?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, why don't you ask number 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How do you get to know no.2?&lt;br /&gt;in that room with pale green walls where everyone wears cyan coats and smells like medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, she has thirteen cats and lives alone with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-1430647642792545219?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/1430647642792545219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=1430647642792545219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1430647642792545219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/1430647642792545219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/09/worst-paper.html' title='worst paper'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-5978518365603569829</id><published>2007-09-13T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:19:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUTH PARKKK</title><content type='html'>meet kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RujjRzHabDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TKvjw2tqsVI/s1600-h/kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RujjRzHabDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TKvjw2tqsVI/s320/kenny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109583672170409010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenny's really cool, he hangs from my bag but rides in the side pocket most of the time. i bought him at the market on the way to school on the day we had our science practical prelims. he makes me look cool. now you know my secret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's my pin cushion too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-5978518365603569829?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/5978518365603569829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=5978518365603569829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5978518365603569829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/5978518365603569829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/09/south-parkkk.html' title='SOUTH PARKKK'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/RujjRzHabDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TKvjw2tqsVI/s72-c/kenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-3788308576805933379</id><published>2007-09-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:12:05.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save time! don't sleep.</title><content type='html'>ellen crazy taxi mario ellen crazy taxi mario ellen crazy taxi mario ellen crazy taxi mario ellen crazy taxi mario ellen crazy taxi mario ellen crazy taxi mario elleh crazt taxo marip ellrm craxu tacu marup elkrm crsxu tscu maeup eukrm cesxu tsco mseup ehhrn nfiah gsmj mshfk nfhej fjeiuh osehoir ouherkljhr BLEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching ellen degeneres yesterday, then i went to play crazy taxi, then since i was on lappy, i decided to play mario 4eba too. and at 12mn, i realised i haven't practised maths paper 2 yet, so i decided to do the manjusri paper 1 which i was supposed to take 2 hours, but when i finished, i had half an hour to spare, so i thought that i might at least be able to finish earlier than i expected. then i realised that my comp was still on, so i went to put it on standby (save electricity!), but i got engaged in more ellen. when i finished, i realised it was 2.30am, so i quickly did my paper 2 and i overshot the two hours by an hour, which is baaad. the paper was a killer. but the point is, that in the end, I SLEPT AT 6AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so good, and i had to wake up at 8am to go for mass. and guess who got me hooked on ellen, crazy taxi and mario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBECCA HOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm not hooked on ellen, i was simply being a nice friend and entertaining her dumb fetish. and i'm not hooked on crazy taxi either, i wanted to check out the 'original' version cus SOMEONE told me that i get to go to more places, and honestly i hate mario cus i kept dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what kept me alive today was my OREOS and CHEESECAKE for breakfast, HOTCAKES for lunch after mass, i finished my MIKE AND IKE, then had a CUPPACINO during tuition, ate WINE GUMS while debbie taught me history and had nibbles of her BROWNIE CHEESECAKE and CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKE. woah, ok, i didn't notice it was this bad until i typed it out. but truth be told, i was pretty hyper the whole day. HMM, i wonder why. then came home, ate popiah and chicken wings. that's ALL i ate today. ALL. this is not good, i'm gonna die of obesity, malnutrition, heart disease, clogged arteries and diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm like rushing with this entry now cus I WANT TO SLEEP and specifically at 11.30pm cus it is my MAGIC beauty sleeping time. no not really. it's gonna be a long week ahead and i wish you ALL THE BEST. have fun these exams and just do your best, you'll be surprised. GOOD NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3788308576805933379?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3788308576805933379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3788308576805933379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3788308576805933379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3788308576805933379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/09/save-time-dont-sleep.html' title='save time! don&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-3040165032515512988</id><published>2007-09-07T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:42:42.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER memory workshop!</title><content type='html'>NEW LAYOUTTTTTT! once again, by DEBBIE. looklooklook, she's so artsy fartsy now, she draws with the COMPUTER. OOOOoooooooo. cool right? this is so how ALL volkswagon beetles should look like, FUN, BRIGHT and COLOURFUL. people who have silver or black ones are nuts, it totally defeats the purpose of getting one! i mean like beetles on their own are unique-shaped, fun and creative. and you're going to spoil it all by making it BLACK? that's preposterous! it's almost as bad as a silver ferrari!&lt;br /&gt;tut. tut. tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, THANK YOU DEBBIE and your &lt;strike&gt;farty&lt;/strike&gt; arty skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was SUPER! three quarts of the asswipers went out! becks was plain stupid, while having lunch at the soup spoon, i said something dumb (which is not surprising), and she burst out in laughter, while drinking ICED TEA. she tried to cover her mouth but she ended up spitting iced tea everywhere including at two ladies sitting at another table. oh my! they kept giving us the evil eye and we quickly left. HAHA, becks' fringe was super wet! then she said that it's okay if we embarassed ourselves in front of them cus we'd never see them again. then in the first shop we went into, they were there! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we made our way to AssAreSee. we went for a SUPER memory workshop! honestly we couldn't do much in one and a half hours, but i learnt to remember random words! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i just forgot the second word. haha, kaay, not so effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohohohoh, i remember! i tried working backwards. ok WHATEVER, i still don't really know how to apply it to like history and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to suntec city and becks and i bought SUPER tees. i got a SUPERman one, and she got a batman one. i think it's so common, it's quite cheap too. it's ok la, i can wear it to sleep. HAA. i can be a SUPER sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Gloria Jeans to study and test our SUPER memory skills. it didn't really work cus we kept playing a fool and not studying, hahahaha, so expected. see pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEidt0BMcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7di-GA3TtF0/s1600-h/DSC06452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEidt0BMcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7di-GA3TtF0/s320/DSC06452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107401346324181442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEid90BMdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cyzrT0IEDBk/s1600-h/DSC06454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEid90BMdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cyzrT0IEDBk/s320/DSC06454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107401350619148754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEic90BMaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cmLFp4u8X9Q/s1600-h/DSC06438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEic90BMaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cmLFp4u8X9Q/s320/DSC06438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107401333439279522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEidd0BMbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_dh9n683C14/s1600-h/DSC06440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEidd0BMbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_dh9n683C14/s320/DSC06440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107401342029214130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you look closely your would notice us in the reflections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEYZt0BMRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/p0nc9VuQDWM/s1600-h/DSC06442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEYZt0BMRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/p0nc9VuQDWM/s320/DSC06442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107390282488426770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;becks' cam was super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEbSd0BMVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X9neE1fM_jw/s1600-h/DSC06463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEbSd0BMVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X9neE1fM_jw/s320/DSC06463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107393456469258578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could decolourise certain parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEYZ90BMSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Uh0XcpWc5KA/s1600-h/DSC06464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEYZ90BMSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Uh0XcpWc5KA/s320/DSC06464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107390286783394082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and you could blur certain parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEbS90BMWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GKc1sy1eY08/s1600-h/DSC06466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEbS90BMWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GKc1sy1eY08/s320/DSC06466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107393465059193186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you could add SPARKLES!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEdpN0BMZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lHzgeNPSiF4/s1600-h/DSC06437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEdpN0BMZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lHzgeNPSiF4/s320/DSC06437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107396046334538130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool huh? again again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEbTN0BMXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GtemqpbFMrE/s1600-h/DSC06457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEbTN0BMXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GtemqpbFMrE/s320/DSC06457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107393469354160498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decolourise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEZiN0BMUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DJizyIWpWTo/s1600-h/DSC06461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEZiN0BMUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DJizyIWpWTo/s320/DSC06461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107391528028942658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blur and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEbTd0BMYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MHgWPKM74d8/s1600-h/DSC06465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEbTd0BMYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MHgWPKM74d8/s320/DSC06465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107393473649127810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPARKLEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's SOOO much better than her old cam. LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuElFd0BMfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vDf9kUyHMuc/s1600-h/Pictures+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuElFd0BMfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vDf9kUyHMuc/s320/Pictures+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107404228247237106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out man, there's a blur spot in the middle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ohohoh, today, i went back to school at 8.30 am to see teachers and BEXXX was supposed to pass me a disc with all the pictures in it and she was so INNOVATIVE as to wrap the cd with tissiew and wrap it in a plastic bag and tie it with a rubber band. why? got no cd cover. HAAAAAAA. it was hilarious. but thanks becks for at least giving me high quality and useful tissiew, plastic bag, and rubber band (i used the tissiew to blow my nose, put my sanitary pad into the plastic bag and tied it with the rubber band. JUST KIDDING!) but she included MARIO FOREVER and CRAZY TAXI in it too! yayyayyayyayYAAAAY. it was a plesant surprise! THANXXX BEXXX. i almost feel sorry for laughing at you last night. HAHAHAHA. not. and it's one of those cds where you can print stuff on it. it's so cool, i'll try stuffing it into my printer later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, i shall end this entry with my BIGASS picture with small farts chryz and bex in the reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEkit0BMeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZIt8PzclyAY/s1600-h/DSC06443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEkit0BMeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZIt8PzclyAY/s400/DSC06443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107403631246782946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-3040165032515512988?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/3040165032515512988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=3040165032515512988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3040165032515512988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/3040165032515512988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/09/super-memory-workshop.html' title='SUPER memory workshop!'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jkMTmvcN34I/RuEidt0BMcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7di-GA3TtF0/s72-c/DSC06452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18125381.post-6823026003359636071</id><published>2007-09-01T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:25:31.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 4/6</title><content type='html'>OH MANNN, IT IS A MUST TO BLOG ABOUT YESTERDAY, DON'T YOU DARE SKIP A WORD MAN. i would have blogged it yesterday but i was sleeping, haha, so let's just pretend that i blogged yesterday alrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came to school pretty damn early to rehearse and but jessie made it good by taking pictures with her POLAROID CAMERA. i kept asking for the picture so that i could SHAKE IT. SHAKE, SHAKE IT. SHAKE LIKE A POLAROID PICTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, what happened SAFELY behind the red curtains that no one knew about (unless you read someone else's blog first, haha) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was on the day of the auditions itself that we actually tried to think up of lyrics, (except for the few enthu ones but i reckon there weren't any, HAHA). it was very slipshod la, and there were A LOT of weird lines which simply didn't fit, but we overcame that and used our brain juices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! one of the famous quotes: &lt;br /&gt;peArson 1: "let's brainstorm!"&lt;br /&gt;peArson 2: "how? got no storm"&lt;br /&gt;peArson 3:"yeah! also got no brain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, and nothing can get as worse as our auditions, we had NOTHING then, only our funny lyrics and zhao xiang voices, not even odd dancesteps or weird actions, we just stood there and SANG, relying on the fact that they're DESPERATE for more performances, haha. apparently they were, but i bet they were glad they accepted us in the end! towards the end, we practised a lot a lot of times and today, isabel went "i feel like i've been practising for months!" and the jocks only joined us YESTERDAY. haha, but i bet we had a good time practising, even during one of our LAST few rehearsals, we couldn't stop laughing! and i admit that this was sososososoooo one of the few performances which i didn't have to give a huge fake smile. in fact, I simply couldn't STOP smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all aweeeesomeeeee, cut straight to the 4/6 performance! hooo man, before our turn, it was the teacher's item where they did some lame malay dance thing, but for some reason, the crowd was cheering so much and i got really worried that after they watch something (supposedly) entertaining, they might find us like so lame and boring. but they didn't! i think they were cheering for the teachers just to be polite. and they so totally loved US! i think the powerpoint basically did wonders. thanks to MEL who stayed up all night armed with a bazooka loaded with tonnes of creativity! i stayed up with her and played her little insignificant sidekick and helped her find pictures of the wall, rocks and many more! haha, so whatever. well anyway, this just goes to show how last minute we are. she was literally working on it until the last minute when she left her house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it passed too fasttttt, i would love to do it again, i think we all feel that way too, which was why we sang part of the song to each teacher we looked for, haha. mrs boo went to get her handphone and recorded us and mrs loke came out ready to VIDEO us! we had to do it twice for her cus she forgot to save it the first time (on purpose i bet!). hahaha! i heard some people wanted to shout out ENCORE. i wish they did! haha, i know how self praising i sound, but i don't care! i'm dead sure that everyone enjoyed it, name someone who didn't enjoy it! it's impossible! if u managed to find someone, i've treat you TWO cups of ice milo man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/6 is like soooo famous now. we WERE like so WHATEVER the day before. what have we won? best class for sports day. but now, that is so low. majorly low. who cares about best class for some lame event? now, we are FAMOUS. we are STARS. as we walked through the school, people threw comments (GOOD ONES!) at us and i suddenly felt that the 'I &lt;3 4/6' shirt says "I'M FAMOUS. ASK ME FOR MY AUTOGRAPH". instant fame mannn, just add water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read some comments we got! (most of it is from WEELYN) :&lt;br /&gt;"DAMN CREATIVE. Good way to insult teachers." - Mr Roland&lt;br /&gt;"VERY GOOD! VERY GOOD!" - Miss Loh&lt;br /&gt;"If only you all were that creative for your O levels, then I won't have to worry." - Miss Martens&lt;br /&gt;"Teachers' day every year is very painful. You guys made this year an exception." - Miss Martens&lt;br /&gt;"It was a pretty nice performance." - Miss A. Lim&lt;br /&gt;"I loved it so much. Why did you all choose such a slow song? Don't think I'm fast enough?" - Miss K. Kang&lt;br /&gt;"Now, everyone will tell me. "YES, it's sword. Not sWord." - Miss K. Kang&lt;br /&gt;"You lived up to your reputation of being a 4/6 class." - Miss Juliana&lt;br /&gt;"It was so funny, I laughed till I cried." - Miss Juliana&lt;br /&gt;"I was damn touched." - Mrs Heng&lt;br /&gt;"It was a pleasant surprise!" - Mrs Lim&lt;br /&gt;"It was one of the best performance I have ever seen." - Mrs Yip&lt;br /&gt;"WHOSE IDEA WAS IT?" (When we started singing My Mrs Boo to her) - Mrs Boo&lt;br /&gt;"Why must ya'll keep using that same awful picture?!" - Mrs Boo&lt;br /&gt;"WAIT WAIT WAIT! I want to take a video!" - Mrs Loke&lt;br /&gt;"It's more than one thumb up. It's thumb THUMB up." - Mdm Heng&lt;br /&gt;"Hur hur hur. Good performance ah! But how did I end up to Ko-a-la ah?" Mdm Sim&lt;br /&gt;"When will your CD be out? (something close to that)" Ms Loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and i bet a lot of teachers are gonna use the song against us! mrs boo, mrs yip AND beybey all told us "eh! you all said that you would MUG MUG MUG right?!" then we were all like, SHIT MAN. then we all tried going "HUH? u talking about the WRONG class la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i bet you're starting to hate us for being proud. nahhh, we're just delirious and our fat heads which would deflate soon. for the mean time, please be patient and tahan for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definately had to go home after that, i was getting quite sleepy. as i walked home with mel, we were talking about what we were gonna do and she said that she would go home, then watch some movies and then have tuition. i was like woah! i was already dead beat, i was falling asleep WHILE STANDING UP on the bus! don't laugh la, pretend i never said that, haaaa. i know, i never thought it was possible either. then i went home, TRIED to study bio and fell asleep on my table. got up cus my arms were cramping and went to bathe and slept from 1.30 pm to 7.30 this morning, a total of 18 hours. WOW, i didn't even get up in between! like i did twice but it was cus my brother was screaming and the other was when my sister was closing my window and helping me on the air con. then i immediately fell back asleep. yes, GLUTTON, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, you can find manymany videos of the performance on youtube. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 4/6!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6823026003359636071?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6823026003359636071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6823026003359636071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6823026003359636071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6823026003359636071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-3-46.html' title='I &lt;3 4/6'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-6111595123572451351</id><published>2007-08-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:26:57.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie</title><content type='html'>i'd like to do well.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to do well.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd also love to be a billionare.&lt;br /&gt;no one said it's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i simply don't know how i did.&lt;br /&gt;wrote about Bob the bully today, i was amazed at my vocabulary, but the story line was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;for anything else, i'm just clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt something new about SS yesterday, which i wished i had learnt earlier. it actually does pay to mug the day before the exams. about a week before, maybe just look through, write notes, but on the day before, memorise and plan how to do essays. what i did was probably the opposite, and me, having the memory span of 24 hours, forgot how to weigh and forgot my opinions, when my bestest chapter came out. i very well know what was my most important factor because i did so so so so sooooo many essay on it before, but yesterday, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to move on, but i just can't. it's not as trival as saying, oops, i forgot to water the plants. not even, oops, i forgot to wear my bra today. and that little green man at the back of my head is STILL nagging at me for english orals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how many times i have to repeat to myself what mrs heng told us.&lt;br /&gt;"if you've had a bad paper, just move on and focus on the paper the next day"&lt;br /&gt;move on, move on, move on.&lt;br /&gt;MOVE ON ALREADY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18125381-6111595123572451351?l=snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/feeds/6111595123572451351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18125381&amp;postID=6111595123572451351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6111595123572451351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18125381/posts/default/6111595123572451351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snotty-handkerchief.blogspot.com/2007/08/zombie.html' title='zombie'/><author><name>maxine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342170675121033448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18125381.post-4073386418308080735</id><published>2007-08-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:38:03.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!!!</title><conten
